Unveiling Love: A Regency Romance (A London Regency Romantic Suspense Tale Book 2) by Riley Vanessa

Author:Riley, Vanessa [Riley, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Multi-cultural, IR, Regency Romance, Regency Suspense, BWWM
Publisher: Gallium Optronics
Published: 2016-02-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight: An Honest Drive

Two months to woo a wife, find a missing person, and capture a killer was an incredibly short period of time. No days should be squandered brooding, but that is exactly what Barrington did. He took two weeks to sulk over making a fool of himself to Amora in their outing to Whitby's. A man shouldn't admit but to three feelings: hunger, sleep or lust. This touchy feely stuff about love and not enough love, that should be left to poets.

Barrington was no poet, just a barrister who'd won his first case since his return to London, one with mounds of paper and books stacked to the ceiling, covering his desk at the Lincoln's Inn.

Beakes found an obscure coroner's notes about a young woman's partially nude body found on the side of the road. She'd been strangled, the date matching Smith's description, June 11, 1813.

It still didn't prove Smith had been in league with the infamous Dark Walk Abductor, but he had worked for a murderer. Someone that potentially had the means and influence to arrange Smith's being apprehended with the coining evidence.

Shoving his papers an inch, Barrington wanted to flop upon the expanse of his desk. He had a bigger case to solve, or come to terms with. Reading through the accounts of the Dark Walk Abductor's true victims sounded a lot more like Amora's story. Could her monster be the Dark Walk Abductor?

If this was true, she suffered more cruelly than he could ever have imagined. Chains, beatings, abuse. He shook the filth from his thoughts and headed out of his office to his awaiting vehicle. This would be an early day. He couldn't bear to read another statement of misery and not punch through a wall.

Listless, he trudged up the cobblestone path to Mayfair's door just shy of sunset. Amora should be pleased. Though his thoughts of winning her back pretty much died with his outburst, he still needed to make sure she didn't become anxious. It was immaterial that she didn't suffer as he did from this oppressive feeling of longing.

He couldn't stop thinking of her, remembering the turn of her countenance when she didn't correct him, nor the sound of her tossing in her bed from his adjoining chamber.

Annoyed with himself, he dragged across Mayfair's threshold and offered the smiling Mrs. Gretling his hat, coat, and gloves. "What have Mrs. Tomàs and Mrs. Norton done today? Picked new curtains, burned the Norton furnishings? Set up a temple in the mews."

The housekeeper set his articles down on the show table. "Not much today, but a great many vendors arrived measuring things." She eyed him and pointed to his head. "Sir, you—"

A wave of laughter came from the parlor. A child's giggles?

Since when did his town home have children? Plodding toward the noise, a little girl rammed into him with a dripping paintbrush in her hand.

An indeterminate color splashed his breeches.

She fingered her spiraling curls as her lips slumped into a frown. "Sorry, sir.

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