The Virtuous Viscount by Susan M. Baganz

Author:Susan M. Baganz
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: christian Fiction
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2017-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

17

Early the next morning, Josie spent hours by her window, alone, praying, and drawing in her sketchpad. She worked hard to preserve images of Marcus. Love and passion compelled her art. A knock at the door interrupted her.

“Miss Storm, Lord Remington wishes to escort you to breakfast.”

“Thank you, Molly. Tell him I shall be right there.” Josie folded up her sketchbook and set it aside with her charcoal pencils. She washed and dried her hands and joined Marcus at the door. “Good morning, my lord.” One corner of her mouth twitched up.

He looked much better in reality than in her imagination.

They enjoyed a quiet breakfast together.

Josie didn’t know quite what to say to the handsome man beside her now that she could see him. Why should looking in his eyes leave her nonplussed?

Marcus broke into her thoughts. “I was wondering if you were up to a stroll in the gardens this morning.”

“That would be delightful.”

Molly fetched a bonnet and shawl for Josie, and soon they were stepping out the back door on to the garden path.

Josie expressed her appreciation of the flowers and their vibrant colors in the late spring sunshine combined with the smells of roses and earth.

Marcus walked alongside her saying nothing. He grinned at her, and she noticed that the lines on his forehead were gone. Being here relaxed him. Had he also been uncertain when they were together?

They reached the gazebo.

Josie entered and did a pirouette in the center. Marcus sat down, and she joined him. How close was too close? They were alone out here, and she shivered in excitement at the thought. But what did she really want? A kiss. She wanted a kiss. But not on the back of her hand. This man was the charming prince of many girls’ dreams, and he was with her. Marcus always acted with propriety. Would he ever unbend enough to do something like that?

They were close enough to touch. Shadow and light played on his dark hair and it curled unbound over his cravat at the back of his neck. His coat fit his form well. It showed off his broad shoulders and trim midsection. His inexpressibles…well…

She gulped and blushed as she realized where her gaze had gone. He wore those scuffed boots. She frowned. “Can I ask you something, Marcus?”

“Hmmm?”

“You dress well, yet your boots are scuffed. Do not men of your station have valets to care for things like that?”

Marcus glanced down at his boots as he stretched his long, muscular legs in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. His dimple played peek-a-boo. “I kept my valet in London as my sojourn here was intended to be of a short duration. I have other boots. However, these are my most comfortable and do not require the assistance of a valet to remove them. Those scratches remind me of my one opportunity to play the knight errant to a beautiful woman.” He glanced at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“You scratched

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