The Rebel Spy by London April

Author:London, April [London, April]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-04-19T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Tamsyn looked around the room and frowned. It wasn’t much bigger than a closet. Her chest tightened and she took a deep breath. There wasn’t even a window. The single sized bed took up most of the room. But it was warm and the coverlet appeared comfortable.

Holding the edge of the bed, she pulled off her shoes. Her toes relaxed, released from the confines of the too-tight footwear. She closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure, grateful to be out of the damned things. Dropping down onto the bed, she searched the room for her trunk. I’ll be damned if I’m sleeping in these knickers.

Recalling that James had sent all the trunks to his room, Tamsyn stood and hurried out of the room. Her bare feet were quiet going down the darkened hall toward his room. Slipping inside his room, she shut the door behind her.

Once inside, Tamsyn closed her eyes and inhaled. James’s masculine scent blanketed the room even after years of his absence. The familiarity calmed her in the strange place. A low burning fire popped and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light in the room.

Her eyes found the outline of a large bed first. It dominated the space in the room. She took a step forward, reaching out to touch heavy wooden footboard. Sanded and polished smooth, the wood appeared black in the darkened room.

She swallowed, a slow burn tingled her sex and she clenched her thighs.

Desire. Passion.

It had been so long since she’d felt those things, she’d thought herself void of those emotions. A thick coverlet caught her attention. The deep burgundy color sparked with a flash of flame and she smiled. He likes red.

He’d tried to purchase a second burgundy gown for her in Philadelphia. She touched her waist. She’d compromised by allowing the seamstress to thread her cream colored knickers with red ribbon. She shook her head. Knickers. The man is obsessed with women’s knickers.

Behind her, next to the door, she found a sturdy desk against the wall. Across the back of the desk a row of books sat in a neat, untouched line. She padded across the floor toward the desk. Her hand trailed along the spine of each book, reading the titles.

Most were military strategy, military history, military this or that, but the one on the end looked different. She pulled it off the shelf with care. Children’s fairy tales.

Her heart ached for Elizabeth. She knew Davis would take care of her and she would be well received when they arrived in Tennessee. But Tamsyn’s days were lonely without Elizabeth.

She thumbed through the book. Fairy tales she didn’t recognize filled the pages. An inscription in ink caught her attention.

With hopes it will be well used in the future. -F

She slid the book back onto the shelf. The golden book was a stark contrast with the dark hues of the others.

Who is F?

A leather-bound journal lay on top of the desk and she ran her hand over the smooth top, surprised he kept a journal.

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