stomach rumble.
Chapter Seven
Christopher wanted to wring Isabella’s neck, and he also wanted to crush her into his arms, and kiss her senseless.
He had travelled to Kent on horseback like the frenzied man he was, changing horses several times so he could make the journey as fast as possible. Clenching his fists tightly at his side, he ambled back toward the doctor’s house. He wanted to check on Jason, and find out from him what he knew about Isabella’s return. If Jason discovered how he’d treated his cousin, he’d have reason to box his ears and frankly, Christopher wouldn’t find fault with that line of reason. He’d react the same way if he discovered someone had treated a woman of his family the way he’d treated Isabella.
On one hand, he viewed her with contempt. On the other hand, he wanted to love her until time stood still, which, more often than not seemed to happen whenever Isabella flew into his life. Did he truly recall the girl he’d met so long ago? She’d been so strikingly different then, it was almost impossible to fathom that she was still the same person.
The doctor stationed in Dover also worked for The Service. Therefore, they could discuss things of the more secretive sort when in his presence. To sum it all up, Theo could be trusted, with anything he happened to hear. As such, he was the only physician that could safely attend to Jason.
The English Channel had been searched, and they had found no more survivors. Isabella and Jason should have been found before they’d made their way to shore and some would have their ears blistered for their incompetence. He raised his hand to knock on Theo’s door when it quickly opened.
Theo’s short plump housemaid opened the door and let out a half muffled shriek when her eyes rested on him. If he didn’t know better he would have sworn she was about to take a fit on him.
“Lord Wyndham!” she exclaimed. Her eyes widened even further. She stared at him, as if he was the big bad wolf and she was his intended prey. She dipped into a respectful curtsy, and moved aside so he could step into the small entryway. He meandered into the quaint entryway, and stared up the straight staircase trying to see if he could notice any motion by the bedrooms. The maid led him into the front parlour and then quickly scurried out of the room, no doubt happy to be out of his presence.
He leaned against the fireplace mantle as he felt the restless energy bubble through him. He needed to know what was going on with Jason, and how badly injured he was. Placing his hands tightly behind his back, he began pacing. Within a few moments, the parlour door opened and Theo’s wife entered.
“Good afternoon, my lord,” Mrs. Cornwell said, dropping into a curtsy. He returned her curtsy with a dignified bow. “Mr. Cornwell has need of you, sir,” she straightened back up, and fixed him with her sparkling brown eyes.
He burst into action and was up the stairs before Theo’s wife even had the time to catch her breath. He entered the room as if he were a bat out of hell, and scowled at the nurse that greeted him with a disdainful snort. Bypassing the prim nurse, he rushed over to Jason’s bedside, and found the man propped up on pillows. Jason wore a contented smile.
“You are supposed to be near death,” Christopher pointed out gruffly. He was happy to see Jason in such good spirits, but he was still worried that Jason might just do something to give himself a relapse. Jason’s grin widened, and Christopher couldn’t help but relax. “And yet, here you are grinning from ear to ear. It is rather good to have Isabella home isn’t it?”
“Aye. Where is she?”
Christopher sighed. “I have taken the liberty of…”
“Yes,” Jason prodded.
“You needn’t worry.” How was he supposed to tell him that he didn’t want to share her with anyone and had her waiting in a carriage where she could possibly catch her death?
Chapter Seven
Christopher wanted to wring Isabella’s neck, and he also wanted to crush her into his arms, and kiss her senseless.
He had travelled to Kent on horseback like the frenzied man he was, changing horses several times so he could make the journey as fast as possible. Clenching his fists tightly at his side, he ambled back toward the doctor’s house. He wanted to check on Jason, and find out from him what he knew about Isabella’s return. If Jason discovered how he’d treated his cousin, he’d have reason to box his ears and frankly, Christopher wouldn’t find fault with that line of reason. He’d react the same way if he discovered someone had treated a woman of his family the way he’d treated Isabella.
On one hand, he viewed her with contempt. On the other hand, he wanted to love her until time stood still, which, more often than not seemed to happen whenever Isabella flew into his life. Did he truly recall the girl he’d met so long ago? She’d been so strikingly different then, it was almost impossible to fathom that she was still the same person.
The doctor stationed in Dover also worked for The Service. Therefore, they could discuss things of the more secretive sort when in his presence. To sum it all up, Theo could be trusted, with anything he happened to hear. As such, he was the only physician that could safely attend to Jason.
The English Channel had been searched, and they had found no more survivors. Isabella and Jason should have been found before they’d made their way to shore and some would have their ears blistered for their incompetence. He raised his hand to knock on Theo’s door when it quickly opened.
Theo’s short plump housemaid opened the door and let out a half muffled shriek when her eyes rested on him. If he didn’t know better he would have sworn she was about to take a fit on him.
“Lord Wyndham!” she exclaimed. Her eyes widened even further. She stared at him, as if he was the big bad wolf and she was his intended prey. She dipped into a respectful curtsy, and moved aside so he could step into the small entryway. He meandered into the quaint entryway, and stared up the straight staircase trying to see if he could notice any motion by the bedrooms. The maid led him into the front parlour and then quickly scurried out of the room, no doubt happy to be out of his presence.
He leaned against the fireplace mantle as he felt the restless energy bubble through him. He needed to know what was going on with Jason, and how badly injured he was. Placing his hands tightly behind his back, he began pacing. Within a few moments, the parlour door opened and Theo’s wife entered.
“Good afternoon, my lord,” Mrs. Cornwell said, dropping into a curtsy. He returned her curtsy with a dignified bow. “Mr. Cornwell has need of you, sir,” she straightened back up, and fixed him with her sparkling brown eyes.
He burst into action and was up the stairs before Theo’s wife even had the time to catch her breath. He entered the room as if he were a bat out of hell, and scowled at the nurse that greeted him with a disdainful snort. Bypassing the prim nurse, he rushed over to Jason’s bedside, and found the man propped up on pillows. Jason wore a contented smile.
“You are supposed to be near death,” Christopher pointed out gruffly. He was happy to see Jason in such good spirits, but he was still worried that Jason might just do something to give himself a relapse. Jason’s grin widened, and Christopher couldn’t help but relax. “And yet, here you are grinning from ear to ear. It is rather good to have Isabella home isn’t it?”
“Aye. Where is she?”
Christopher sighed. “I have taken the liberty of…”
“Yes,” Jason prodded.
“You needn’t worry.” How was he supposed to tell him that he didn’t want to share her with anyone and had her waiting in a carriage where she could possibly catch her death?
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