Dearest Rogue (Maiden Lane)

By Elizabeth Hoyt

HE CAN defend HER

Lady Phoebe Batten is lovely, vivacious, and longing for a social lifestyles befitting the sister of a strong duke. yet simply because she is nearly thoroughly blind, her overprotective brother insists that she have an armed bodyguard via her part in any respect times-the very frustrating Captain Trevillion.

FROM each DANGER

Captain James Trevillion is proud, brooding, and cursed with a leg harm from his provider within the King's dragoons. but he can nonetheless shoot and journey just like the satan, so staring at over the distracting girl Phoebe could be no challenge at all-until she's exact through kidnappers.

BUT ardour ITSELF

Caught in a perilous internet of deceit, James needs to probability existence and limb to save lots of his cost from the bottom of cads-one who might strength girl Phoebe right into a loveless marriage. yet whereas they're restricted to shut quarters for her safekeeping, Phoebe starts to work out the delicate guy underneath the soldier's difficult external . . . and the potential for a life-and love-she by no means imagined attainable.

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Trevillion advised her to a desk and he or she sat, urgent her hands opposed to the worn wooden in entrance of her. “What’ll ye have? ” requested a woman’s coarse voice. “Beer for either one of us and plates of the beef,” Trevillion ordered. “Right you're, luv. ” And footsteps clattered away. Phoebe grew to become her head, sniffing. She may perhaps odor the smoke of the hearth, yet there has been additionally tobacco smoke from the gents having fun with their pipes. an individual within reach had it seems that by no means washed of their existence. A tankard used to be banged down in entrance of her.

I'm hoping you know? ” “Indeed, my woman. I’m simply sorry that i didn't discover sooner,” he stated, sounding extraordinarily type and candy. Which gave her an lousy twinge of guilt, yet Phoebe pressured herself to proceed smiling… weakly. Mr. MacLeish bowed over her hand, acknowledged his good-byes—several times—and ultimately exited the room. The door close at the back of him. Phoebe sat down on her arms and started silently counting, acutely aware that negative Reed used to be most likely observing her and puzzling over if she’d long gone mad. At 100 and fifty—she’d by no means been so sufferer in her complete life—Panders, the butler, entered.

Good? ” “I by no means pass judgement on something on one style alone,” she stated loftily. “Wise,” he murmured. She took one other sip, ready. This time she allow the liquid sit down in her mouth a second, tasting. relatively, it was once like not anything she’d ever had sooner than. “You understand how Dolly is,” Mr. Trevillion begun. She grew to become her face towards him instantly, sitting straighter. “Yes. James acknowledged she’s been this manner when you consider that beginning. He instructed me”—she hesitated, brooding about how she may still word this—“James instructed me how Agnes used to be conceived. ” there has been a brief silence.

Ah, you’ve arrived,” an aesthetic voice drawled. She didn’t realize it, yet she did realize the odor that went with it: amber and jasmine, unique and infrequent. The final time she’d smelled the very same smell used to be open air Eve Dinwoody’s apartment. “IT ISN’T YOUR fault,” Jean-Marie acknowledged soothingly as he and Eve rode in a carriage via London. “You haven't any keep an eye on over him. ” “He used me, Jean-Marie,” Eve acknowledged, looking at the streets anxiously. “Again and back. He lied to me, telling me he’d given up his insane scheme—and I fell for his tips.

He laid her palm opposed to the mare’s distended abdominal. Phoebe’s eyes widened. “I can suppose the foal… and her hard work. Oh, she’s so powerful. So attractive. ” Guinevere by surprise heaved and Trevillion drew Phoebe again. He wrapped his palms round her and whispered in her ear. “She’s pushing now with all her may well. There’s a—” A gush and a slither and the foal used to be suddenly there, rainy and trembling. “Oh! ” Phoebe whispered, her arms clutching his. “Is it right here? Is it alive? ” “Yes and yes,” he acknowledged, smiling at her eagerness.

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