Winning Lady Jane: A Christmas Regency Romance (Ladies of Bath Book 0) by Thorne Isabella

Author:Thorne, Isabella [Thorne, Isabella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mikita Associates
Published: 2019-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

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21

Lord Keegain thought he should be happy. Margret’s behavior aside, his house was full of guests and Christmas cheer. Everyone who was going to arrive was here safe and sound in spite of the storm and for that he was thankful. The snow was quite beautiful as long as one could admire it from the warmth of the parlor. The day had mellowed into evening and he was with his friends.

He loved this time of year more than any other, but his heart was heavy. He knew at the center of that was one Miss Jane Bellevue. He tried to put the thought of her from his mind. He had other things to worry about, namely the villain that had invaded his home, but there was nothing he could do about that at the moment. He should enjoy his guests and the holiday season.

Fitz was waxing poetic about his lady, telling anyone who would listen of her virtues while gesturing wildly and sloshing his drink. Was that his third or fourth? Keegain had no idea. The drink had been flowing freely for some time now.

Fitzwilliam, an energetic sort of man at the best of times became positively animated as he spoke of his love. Despite his outrageously flirtatious nature, it was plain to see that no one else would hold the keys to Fitzwilliam’s heart as did his Miss Mary Wadsworth.

He was even now spilling more of his drink than he was actually drinking. He was animated and restless, unable to settle in one place and he had only just gotten from the hair on her head to his new fiancée’s eyes.

“I tell you, old boy, they are the brightest, deepest eyes I have ever seen. Like cut jewels.”

The earl’s mind went invariably to Jane’s eyes. They were brown, but so dark it was like looking into a mysterious night.

“Rubies” Reynolds said dryly. Keegain nearly choked on his drink at the jest.

Fitzwilliam went on expounding on Miss Mary’s beauty. “Emeralds, by God. They sparkle at the best of times, but I swear they glow when she is up to mischief.”

“And have you been?” Reynolds shot a wink at Fitz. “Up to mischief I mean.”

Fitzwilliam laid his index finger astride his nose, still holding his drink. “I do not kiss and tell!” He announced with mock affront. “Such would dishonor the lady.”

He should have kissed Miss Bellevue in the library, Keegain thought. He should have pulled Jane into his arms and kissed her; well and thoroughly. Then perhaps he would not feel so restless now. The very thought of her moved him.

Fitz seemed to take sudden notice of the glass in his hand as it lay directly under his nose. He grinned and took a healthy sip before continuing. “I tell you gentlemen, I never knew there could exist one so beautiful in this world. She is an angel. With skin like alabaster and the dulcet tones of a nightingale.”

“I have to admit, old friend, I would never have pegged you for falling for the charms of Miss Wadsworth.

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