One Whisper Away
“The stillness of the house was oppressive, her inner turbulence even more disquieting. In the end, Eleanor gave up trying to obliterate her problem in slumber, as that cowardly tactic clearly wasn’t working anyway. She was a great believer in speaking her mind—wasn’t she was infamous for it?—and she was ready to confess everything, for she had an uneasy feeling that Cecily already knew her secret anyway.
It had better not be why her sister had declined Lord Drury.
The war between conscience and good sense was always a difficult one, and Eleanor engaged in the battle, her hand lifted to knock on her sister’s door.
Then she froze.
What the devil?
The hushed sound of a man’s voice carried enough that she heard the muted tones, and then Cecily’s breathless laugh. Then silence as Eleanor stood there with her mouth no doubt hanging open, followed by a sound that only could be described as a low moan.
Though she was taken aback a bit, she could not say with definite clarity that she was stunned.
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