THE EARL'S ERROR
Will his purchased second-chance destroy the one person he’s trying to save?
“What the devil?” Thorne relinquished the art piece to Brock’s possession and glanced out the door to see the footman holding a sleeping countess. “Andrews?” The discomfort on the footman’s face kept Thorne from punching first and asking questions later.
“I beg your forgiveness, my lord, but Lady Kimpton missed her step as she alighted from the carriage—”
Thorne rushed forward. “—is she hurt?”
“I don’t believe so, my lord. I caught—”
“Give her over, Andrews. I shall handle matters from here.” He hoisted Lorelei from Andrews. The faintest whiff of brandy mingled with roses tickled his nostrils. He frowned. “I thought she attended Lady Dankworth’s tea.”
“Aye, sir. She did.”
Lorelei curled against his chest, her trust in him squeezing the air from his lungs. “Thorne?”
“Inform Lord Brockway of my unexpected delay.”
“Consider him informed,” Brock said, lips twitching.
Shaking his head, Thorne carried his inebriated wife up the stairs. “I’ve half a mind to forbid you from future teas, madam,” he said softly as he made his way down the hall to her chambers.
She rubbed her head against his chest much like an affectionate kitten. A kitten whose claws were retracted, because even the tiniest claws drew blood.
Her vulnerability reached deep within his heart. His soul. He would do anything within his power to shelter her from hurt—aching head notwithstanding. Even if it meant dragging that brother of hers from the dregs of hell, he’d manage that as well, he vowed.
“I do hope you enjoyed your tea, darling.” He chuckled softly. Her arms crept up around his neck, and his breath stopped. “You do realize you are potted, my love?”
“Intoxicated, dear. Muddled.”
She looked up at him, her gaze unfocused. The effect rendered him frozen. She blinked, breaking her mesmeric hold over him. He unhooked her arms from his neck, and he went down to his knees, setting her hands on his shoulders. “Steady now,” he said, slipping off one shoe, then the other.
Creamy thighs hit him at eye level, and he swallowed past a hard lump, rethinking his current position. He’d best leave the silk stockings. He rose quickly. “A small respite for you, my lady.”
Her arms snaked back around his neck and tightened, her nose in the crook of his shoulder. He stood fully, pulling her up with him, though resisting her body completely was not something he could manage at the moment. He held her steady. She was soused, after all.
“D-don’t leave me, Thorne ... I-I was so frightened ... I-I thought you ... were d-dead.” The words were a heated mumble against his neck and threatened to drop him back to his knees, where restraining himself would prove impossible. With a groan, he pulled her weightless body tightly into his. Wisps of flaxen hair had worked free, brushing his cheeks, their whispered touch teasing him without a shred of mercy.
“I told you, I shan’t die for a long while.”
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Kathy L Wheeler Bio
Kathy L Wheeler has a BA in Management Information Systems from the University of Central Oklahoma that includes a vocal minor. She loves the NFL, NBA, musical theater, travel, reading, writing and just to scratch the singing itch.... karaoke. She has authored over sixteen historical and contemporary romances from sweet to spicy in her writing career.
She is a member of the Oklahoma Romance Writers and The Beau Monde chapters of Romance Writers of America. She currently serves as the editor of the current Regency Reader and Novel Notes Authors newsletters.Kathy lives in Edmond with her attorney and musically talented husband Al. She has one grown daughter who has two adorable children, and one bossy cat, who acts as if she were the rescuer rather than the rescue!!
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