Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by Ana Carter, and Cassandra Livingston, atSo Many Books So Little Time. Anyone can do it. All you have to do is: (1): Grab your current read. (2): Open it to a random page. (3): Share 1 or 2 “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!! (4): Make sure you also mention the author and title.
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“Rubbing the slight sting left on his wrist by Lady Winter’s ring, Christopher found himself desirous of the infamous seductress’s company. What a fine piece she was. Fragile in appearance and fierce in temperament. He knew without question, that his life was about to become far more interesting than it had been of late. It was almost depressing that he had to wait a few days before he could tangle with her again.”
“Christopher turned to the woman who stood tall and proud by the front window. ‘What can I do for you, Mrs…?’
‘Fitzhugh,’ she replied with a lift of her chin. Gray strands of hair curled by the heat and humidity if the kitchen surrounded a face lined with age, but handsome in its features. ‘ ‘e asked me if she was ill or injured. I doona like ‘im, Mr. St. John. ‘e pries.
‘I see. I take it you would prefer he not learn of your lady’s condition.’ She nodded grimly, reddened hands twisting in her apron. ‘er ladyship gave strict orders.’
‘Send him away then.’
‘I canna do that. ‘e settles the accounts.’
Christopher paused, his niggling sense of suspicion flaring into absolute certainty of something amiss. Maria should be settled in her own right, not dependent upon the largesse of her stepfather. He shot a side glance at Philip, who nodded his silent understanding. The matter would be investigated thoroughly.
‘Have you any suggestions?’ Christopher asked, returning his attention to Mrs. Fitzhugh and considering her carefully.
‘I said you were coming to call. Then you were expected and Lady Winter was indisposed.’
‘Hmm… I see. So perhaps I should arrive at the scheduled time, yes?’
‘You wouldna want to be late,’ she agreed.
‘Of course not. Step out in the foyer, Mrs. Fitzhugh, if you would please.
The housekeeper hurried out and Christopher arched a brow at Philip. ‘ Send for Beth. I wish to speak to her this evening.
‘I will see to it.’
Christopher left the room and traversed the short distance to the front parlor, where he entered behind Mrs. Fitzhugh as if he’d only just arrived.”