Teaching the Earl
“Her hair, inexpertly twisted into coils and plaits with ringlets at her forehead and nape to form a passable approximation of a fashionable style. Her favorite dress, adequately pressed by Mary. The sapphire necklace she had discovered on the bureau, labeled as a wedding present for Lady Carhampton, around her neck. She raised a hand to it, letting that symbol of his thoughtfulness lend her courage. He did care. He had noticed - had perhaps even chosen the jewels to match her eyes. It was not a very grand necklace, but she liked the girlish simplicity of it.
Beneath her moist palm her heart thundered.
With a silent hand she eased open the door to the lesser dining room. There he was. His head was bent over another one of those ledgers, which he had brought to the table. His cutlery and wineglasses were pushed into disarray to make room for it, and he was oblivious, one finger tracing a line down the open page.
He muttered something under his breath and shook his head. His dark brown h...air fell in his eyes, and he shoved it out of the way, then propped his forehead on one fist.MoreLess
Beneath her moist palm her heart thundered.
With a silent hand she eased open the door to the lesser dining room. There he was. His head was bent over another one of those ledgers, which he had brought to the table. His cutlery and wineglasses were pushed into disarray to make room for it, and he was oblivious, one finger tracing a line down the open page.
He muttered something under his breath and shook his head. His dark brown h...air fell in his eyes, and he shoved it out of the way, then propped his forehead on one fist.MoreLess
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