The Sinful Scot by Maddison Michaels

Author:Maddison Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Fiction; British Historical Literature; Women's Historical Fiction; Historical Regency Fiction; Victorian Historical Romance; Maddison Michaels; The Devilish Duke; Victorian Romance; Historical Romance; Scotland romance; Doctor; Duchess Heroine; Widow; Adventure Historical romance; Bodyguard protector historical romance; friends to lovers historical romance; opposites attract historical romance; forced proximity historical romance; Scottish Highlands; Inverness; Duchess;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The next morning when Connie awoke, Alec was already up and dressed, leaning against the wall by the window, gazing down to the street below. He had a rather pensive look on his face, and his brow was slightly furrowed. She felt guilty, watching him, while he thought she slept. Almost like a voyeur, getting a glimpse of him without his usually guarded expression. But there was something almost comforting, waking with him there, and being able to simply observe him.

He’d shaved, and the stubble she’d longed to rub her cheek against was now gone, though that didn’t stop the yearning she felt deep inside her to nudge her face against his and hold him tight.

She must have sighed, as his attention swiveled over to her.

So much for not being caught staring.

“You’re awake,” Alec said, his voice completely matter-of-fact and his eyes holding none of the passion from the night before. In fact, there was an air of distance he was projecting, which Connie got the sense he was doing as a deliberate effort to put her at an emotional arm’s-length. “I shall leave you to get changed, and then we can go down and have some breakfast.” Alec straightened and walked over to the door. “I’ll be waiting outside.”

All she could do was nod, embarrassment over how she reacted last night still fresh in her mind.

As the door closed behind him, Connie sighed. She appreciated his thoughtfulness, but he’d seemed so formal in that brief moment that a part of her was sad at the cold distance.

Dragging her feet out from under the quilt, she slowly stood. Her hip and leg were always stiff at this time of day, never having fully recovered from that very first beating from Duncan, and today was no different. But she gradually worked out the kinks before quickly donning the riding habit that Lady Lorelie had lent her.

She paused when she caught a glimpse of herself in the looking glass on the dressing table. The blue material really was striking on her, even if it was wrinkled with creases from wearing it the day before without having it pressed. Connie couldn’t believe how she’d changed over the years. There had once been a time when she would have absolutely refused to wear an outfit ever again, let alone the very next day.

Having made that mistake as a young girl, and having her mother chastise her in front of her friends, Connie had determined from that day to never wear the same outfit twice. And yet here she was doing so, and she really couldn’t care less.

Certainly, a small part of her was whispering thoughts about what her mother would think. But she knew now that there were far more important things in life than to worry over such nonsense. Like her freedom. And with Fergus being in the same city and looking for her, that freedom was becoming more precious than ever.

The thought of it being snatched away, when she’d only just

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