Too Wicked to Love
“Bailey and John, leaving Genny to the maternal fretting of both her mother and her maid, Lottie. By the time the two women finally left her to her rest, she was bathed, dried and tucked between the covers as if she were still in the schoolroom.
She lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of the others moving about the house. Footsteps in the hallways, low voices, the tapping of servants’ feet as they scurried about their duties. As the hours crept by, the noises dwindled until she could hear h...erself breathing in the silence.
She should be asleep. Tonight’s adventure should have worn her out completely. But she could not sleep. Did not want to.
She might have died tonight. The moment Black Bill had pointed that pistol at her, she thought she might expire from the fear alone. And yet in that moment, every small thing around her had seemed huge and precious and meaningful.
The warmth of John’s hand in hers. The leathery, male scent of him. The cool breeze gently fluttering the curls at her temples.MoreLess
She lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of the others moving about the house. Footsteps in the hallways, low voices, the tapping of servants’ feet as they scurried about their duties. As the hours crept by, the noises dwindled until she could hear h...erself breathing in the silence.
She should be asleep. Tonight’s adventure should have worn her out completely. But she could not sleep. Did not want to.
She might have died tonight. The moment Black Bill had pointed that pistol at her, she thought she might expire from the fear alone. And yet in that moment, every small thing around her had seemed huge and precious and meaningful.
The warmth of John’s hand in hers. The leathery, male scent of him. The cool breeze gently fluttering the curls at her temples.MoreLess
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