The Hawk and the Jewel (Kensington Chronicles 1) by Lori Wick Page B
Authors: Lori Wick
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Historical, Regency, England, Love Stories, Religious, Christian, INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE, captivity, Survival After Airplane Accidents; Shipwrecks; Etc, Arab Countries
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That afternoon Heather included the twins when she and Sunny talked about redecorating the bedroom. The girls were full of ideas, all a bit young, but Heather easily steered the conversation back to Sunny's tastes. Before long, and with a little coaxing on Heather's part, they had some ideas.
Sunny had been hesitant at first, but the more time she spent with her family, the more she saw that they were people like everyone else. It also looked like they were going to keep her. If they were going to send her away, why would they buy her clothes and spend money on her room?
In the late afternoon, the twins were allowed to see more of their aunt, and the three of them played a game on the nursery room floor. Diane and Louise loved this aunt because she was young and got right down on the floor to play with them.
Sunny was growing more relaxed as the day progressed, her only nagging worry being Brandon. He was still the most solid person in her world, and not having seen him for hours bothered her whenever she thought of it. She was also angry with him and decided she had a bone to pick with the man. Despite her anger, she very much wanted to see him again.
At the moment Brandon was in the same frame of mind. He had seen his mother and grandfather and was now rushing back to London so he could see Sunny. She'd been on his heart most of the day, and it had been a revelation to him how attached he'd become to her. Sunny and the girls were still on the floor when he walked into the nursery and quietly took a seat without their notice.
Sunny, in her best dress, was sprawled on the floor in a most undignified manner. Her shoes had been kicked off and were two feet away from her, and strands of hair were Ming in her face as she bent over the game. She looked like she was having a wonderful time.
Diane was the first to spot her uncle, and she jumped up from the game to greet him. Louise was fast on her heels, but Sunny, after pushing to a sitting position, stayed on the floor. Upon sighting him she broke into a huge grin, but then she reminded herself that she was annoyed with the man, and the smile disappeared.
The girls' nanny, Miss Charlotte, interrupted them just after Brandon arrived, and after the game had been put away, took the girls to wash for supper. Sunny left the nursery without speaking to Brandon and headed toward the library for a book on English history,
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one that Heather had mentioned to her. Brandon followed slowly, Sunny's shoes in his hand.
Sunny was scanning the rows of shelves in the library when she heard the door open and close behind her. She knew exactly who it was, and other than a brief pause, decided to ignore him. Brandon took all of this in stride and settled himself onto the davenport, his long legs stretched nonchalantly out before him. After a moment he spoke.
"Angry with me, Sunny?" His voice was soft.
Sunny turned to him immediately, her chin raised indignantly. She glared in his direction and then yanked at the fabric of her sleeve. The small bruise on her bare arm was revealed for just a moment before she adjusted the sleeve and flounced toward the door in a huff.
Brandon stayed in repose until Sunny was just past him. His arm shot out and caught her around the waist. Before Sunny could draw a breath she was deposited neatly beside him. She turned on the seat in outrage, ready to burn his ears with angry words, but stopped at the look of regret on his face.
"Fm sorry it left a mark." Brandon's voice was deep with intensity. "You have more control than some adults I know, but there is a time for crying. Last night you were nearly ill for holding in your emotions. I knew that nothing I said would have the slightest effect. I am sorry I had to pinch you, but I'm not sorry that you cried."
"I didn't want to cry," Sunny admitted.
"Can you tell me why?"
Sunny's chin rose, and she looked away from him. "Crying is a sign of weakness. I'm not a weak person."
That's truey
That afternoon Heather included the twins when she and Sunny talked about redecorating the bedroom. The girls were full of ideas, all a bit young, but Heather easily steered the conversation back to Sunny's tastes. Before long, and with a little coaxing on Heather's part, they had some ideas.
Sunny had been hesitant at first, but the more time she spent with her family, the more she saw that they were people like everyone else. It also looked like they were going to keep her. If they were going to send her away, why would they buy her clothes and spend money on her room?
In the late afternoon, the twins were allowed to see more of their aunt, and the three of them played a game on the nursery room floor. Diane and Louise loved this aunt because she was young and got right down on the floor to play with them.
Sunny was growing more relaxed as the day progressed, her only nagging worry being Brandon. He was still the most solid person in her world, and not having seen him for hours bothered her whenever she thought of it. She was also angry with him and decided she had a bone to pick with the man. Despite her anger, she very much wanted to see him again.
At the moment Brandon was in the same frame of mind. He had seen his mother and grandfather and was now rushing back to London so he could see Sunny. She'd been on his heart most of the day, and it had been a revelation to him how attached he'd become to her. Sunny and the girls were still on the floor when he walked into the nursery and quietly took a seat without their notice.
Sunny, in her best dress, was sprawled on the floor in a most undignified manner. Her shoes had been kicked off and were two feet away from her, and strands of hair were Ming in her face as she bent over the game. She looked like she was having a wonderful time.
Diane was the first to spot her uncle, and she jumped up from the game to greet him. Louise was fast on her heels, but Sunny, after pushing to a sitting position, stayed on the floor. Upon sighting him she broke into a huge grin, but then she reminded herself that she was annoyed with the man, and the smile disappeared.
The girls' nanny, Miss Charlotte, interrupted them just after Brandon arrived, and after the game had been put away, took the girls to wash for supper. Sunny left the nursery without speaking to Brandon and headed toward the library for a book on English history,
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97
one that Heather had mentioned to her. Brandon followed slowly, Sunny's shoes in his hand.
Sunny was scanning the rows of shelves in the library when she heard the door open and close behind her. She knew exactly who it was, and other than a brief pause, decided to ignore him. Brandon took all of this in stride and settled himself onto the davenport, his long legs stretched nonchalantly out before him. After a moment he spoke.
"Angry with me, Sunny?" His voice was soft.
Sunny turned to him immediately, her chin raised indignantly. She glared in his direction and then yanked at the fabric of her sleeve. The small bruise on her bare arm was revealed for just a moment before she adjusted the sleeve and flounced toward the door in a huff.
Brandon stayed in repose until Sunny was just past him. His arm shot out and caught her around the waist. Before Sunny could draw a breath she was deposited neatly beside him. She turned on the seat in outrage, ready to burn his ears with angry words, but stopped at the look of regret on his face.
"Fm sorry it left a mark." Brandon's voice was deep with intensity. "You have more control than some adults I know, but there is a time for crying. Last night you were nearly ill for holding in your emotions. I knew that nothing I said would have the slightest effect. I am sorry I had to pinch you, but I'm not sorry that you cried."
"I didn't want to cry," Sunny admitted.
"Can you tell me why?"
Sunny's chin rose, and she looked away from him. "Crying is a sign of weakness. I'm not a weak person."
That's truey
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