A Dangerous Liaison With Detective Lewis
“From the looks of it, she was in a strange room, in a strange bed. But the mattress was soft and the comforter most comforting. Several chatty wrens perched on a ledge just outside the windowsill. Her gaze traveled from small panes of wavy glass, along a swirl of flowered wallpaper to— She started at the sight of a small person standing in the room. A child with large round eyes stared without blinking.
She lifted her head. “Hello.”
No answer, only a hint of a smile in green eyes flecked with c...opper. The short pants and the bowl haircut gave him away. “My name is Miss Greyville-Nugent. But you may call me Fanny.”
Still no response, but the eyes did appear to grow wider, if that was possible. “Shall I try to guess your name, then?” Ah, now there was a familiar sort of grin. She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and pretended to think very hard. “Might your name be . . . Fenwick?”
The boy shook his head violently.
Fanny wrinkled her brow. “No, I suppose not.” Propped on an elbow, she realized she had no sleeping gown on.MoreLess
She lifted her head. “Hello.”
No answer, only a hint of a smile in green eyes flecked with c...opper. The short pants and the bowl haircut gave him away. “My name is Miss Greyville-Nugent. But you may call me Fanny.”
Still no response, but the eyes did appear to grow wider, if that was possible. “Shall I try to guess your name, then?” Ah, now there was a familiar sort of grin. She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and pretended to think very hard. “Might your name be . . . Fenwick?”
The boy shook his head violently.
Fanny wrinkled her brow. “No, I suppose not.” Propped on an elbow, she realized she had no sleeping gown on.MoreLess
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