An Unsinkable LoveeBook - 2012
Copyright 2011, Terri BensonAll rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.Malcolm was very solicitous of his mother; leading her over to the chaise and helping her sit. From the brittle gleam in his eyes he had at least some idea of what happened."Mother tells me you've offered to sit with her.""It's no bother." Bree couldn't tear her gaze away from his stormy eyes. They were indigo dark and bore into her with unnerving intensity."She's a little fatigued. Do you think you could help her to bed?"Nodding, Bree led the older woman to the bedroom and helped her into her nightclothes. Pain lines deepened around Elizabeth's mouth and Bree measured out the dose of laudanum, then watched her drink it."Thank you, my dear." Elizabeth brushed her hand across Bree's cheek. "You've been a godsend.""Sleep well, Mrs. DuMont. I'll be just outside if you need me." By the time she reached the door, Elizabeth's eyes were closed, her face unlined and peaceful in sleep.Malcolm paced the room, his agitation palpable. Bree saw a muscle ticking in his jaw and knew anger seethed just beneath the surface. He issued a muffled oath, followed by detailed descriptions of several things he intended to do to his stepfather when he got his hands on him. He stopped and glanced over at her. Noticing her wide eyes and slack jaw, he gave her a sheepish look."I beg your pardon, Miss Barry. I've let my emotions run amok. Thank you for helping Mother. It's been difficult since her maid quit in Southampton. She speaks very highly of you, you know."Bree blushed, tipping her head as she sat in the chair and picked up her sewing so he wouldn't see. "She's resting now. The doctor gave her something to help the pain."His long fingers scrubbed through curls at the nape of his neck, and she couldn't resist staring. He turned and his deep blue eyes grew more intense, as though trying to read her thoughts. Should she comment on Elizabeth's injuries? It really wasn't her place. She wanted him to keep talking. She liked listening to his voice, liked having him near, even though it caused her to breathe too quickly. She didn't want him to notice, to wonder what it meant.A muffled thump from the hallway startled her. Bree's gaze flicked to the door."I hope you don't mind," he said, "but I think I'll stay a bit longer, to make sure Mother's sleeping comfortably."He stood in the middle of the room, feet apart, hands on hips, like a Greek god from the mythology lessons that had been part of her education at the Rothberrys. The sight gave her a strange flutter in her belly...and lower.She managed a casual shrug. "Why would I mind?"Bree was torn. She was succumbing to a strong attraction despite her attempts to the contrary.He grinned, deep dimples bracketing his perfect smile. The sudden transformation was devastating. She felt her heart stop, or maybe it just truly started for the first time. Bree sucked air into her lungs. She'd forgotten to breathe for a long moment as she stared.Malcolm tilted his head and gave her an assessing look. She realized with an embarrassed start that her hungry gaze had gone on far too long.He further tested her composure by sitting across from her and tucking a pillow into the small of his back, wriggling until satisfied with the fit. "Since we're going to spend the evening together, we should get to know one another better. Tell me about yourself, Miss Barry."
Publisher: Toms River : Lyrical Press, Inc., c2012.
Characteristics: 1 online resource.