Stranded With The Marquess (Regency Stories Book 1) by Catherine Mayfair

Author:Catherine Mayfair [Mayfair, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novella Length, Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Romance, London Society, England & Britain, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Clean & Wholesome, Regency Stories
Publisher: Catherine Mayfair
Published: 2019-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

As expected, the storm came in, and Amelia found herself lying beneath the makeshift shelter—her head spinning slightly from partaking in more wine than she had initially intended—waiting for the ceiling to either collapse upon her or for the rain to drip in through the branches. However, the branches held—though they did shift slightly in the wind—and not a single drop of rain made its way through. How Matthew had succeeded in creating such a structure, Amelia did not know, but she was impressed. And a bit surprised. Matthew was most certainly a smart and successful businessman, but he did not seem the type to possess the primitive skills one would need to construct something like this.

Her bed was not all that comfortable, to be sure, but it certainly was much better than sleeping on the hard ground, the sand making a nice pallet beneath her. She had never had many opportunities to sleep outside—not that she ever anticipated such sleeping arrangements at any time in her life—and she was certain that she was even less likely to have it happen again. An inn and a bed were more appealing in every way than lying with sand sticking to one’s skin and hair.

The wind created a light whistle between the branches and the sand here Matthew had not spent as much time filling in holes as he did on the rest of the structure. Despite the whistling, not much wind made its way inside, but if it had been any season other than summer, even the tiny amount of draft that did get inside would have half-frozen them where they lay. Perhaps she would not wish to remain here forever after all. Winter would not be as pleasant as summer, to be sure.

“Are you comfortable?” Matthew asked from the other side of the coat he had hung between them, one of the sleeves trailing on the ground. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Amelia giggled, too tired—and possibly too inebriated—to cover her mouth in that demure fashion women found themselves using while in the company of men. Not that the man could see her, of course, but that did not matter. Even if the coat had not been there, it was much too dark to make out anything.

“A new pillow and a fresh cup of tea would be lovely,” she said, giggling even more. What could have possessed her to find any of this humorous was beyond her, but she could not stop the words from falling off her tongue and the laughter from boiling up from inside her. “Oh, and a scone while you are at it.”

He roared with laughter, and Amelia enjoyed the sound. It was as if he was accustomed to laughing, which should not have surprised her with the comedic side she had seen in him during the earlier days of their journey. Then his voice moved to a place in front of the small doorway. “I believe the rain has stopped. Perhaps I should make up a small fire to give us a bit of light if not a bit of warmth, as well.

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