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My excerpt is from Lady Grace’s Rendezvous. Grace has been caught in a storm while traveling back from an elderly relative’s house, without her maid, and taken refuge at an inn where she and her family are well known.
An hour or so later, she was engrossed in the latest romance from the Minerva Press, when another carriage arrived and the inn door slammed opened. The voice of Mr. Brown and another man, a gentleman, reached her. Her heart skipped a beat. Worthington? She hadn’t heard his voice in four years, but she’d never forget it.
Opening the door slightly, she peeked out. It was him. The man she’d wanted to marry her whole first Season and had never seen again. His dark brown, almost black, hair was wet at the ends where his hat had failed to keep it dry. When he turned, she knew she’d see his startling lapis colored eyes and long lashes. “Could you not ask the traveler in the parlor if I might share it with him?” Worthington asked the landlord.
The kernel of an idea began to form. Swallowing her trepidation, Grace stepped boldly into the hall. “Mr. Brown, his lordship is welcome to dine with me.”
“If you’re sure, my…”
She flashed him a quelling glance. If he said, my lady, there’d be too many questions.
Smiling in relief, she said, “Yes, you may serve us when his lordship has had time to change.” Grace curtseyed to Worthington and returned to the parlor. Closing the door, she leaned back against it. This was her opportunity, maybe her only one and she was going to take it.
“What are you doing, my girl? Are you out of your mind?” Her conscience said.
No one will know. Brown will deny I was here.
“How do you expect to preach propriety to the children when you are…”
Oh, do be quiet. When will I have another chance? Answer me that. Am I to have no joy of my own? I just want one night to last me the rest of my life, that’s all I’m asking.
So be it.
Grace’s hands trembled and her stomach lurched.
“So much for your grand plans. You don’t have any idea how do go about this.” Her conscience sneered.
I am sure he’ll help. How hard can it be, after all?
“He’ll recognize you. Then where will you be?”
He won’t. I’m sure he never took a second look at me. I was just one of many girls who came out that year.
Grace took a breath and called for wine. By the time Worthington arrived, she’d calmed her jangled nerves and her conscience had decided to leave her to go to hell in her own way.