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He didn’t look the least bit perturbed

She fu at hih to catch her eye

His brows rose

She flicked her gaze toward the ceiling and turned back to Sir Reggie, even though he was still speaking to the duchess’s niece

She waited for a moment, but he seemed in no rush to return his attention to her, so she picked up her fork and knife and cut her e liked Lady Alexandra Maybe he’d court her, and et married and have a flock of little Rokesby babies, all blue-eyed and plue wanted, that hat he should do

But why did it see? And why did it hurt so much just to think about it?

Chapter 13

By one o’clock the following afternoon, George was re why he disliked house parties Or rather, he was re that he disliked house parties

Or maybe he just disliked this house party Between the Northwick-besotted Fortescue-Endicott girls, Lord Reggie of the snohite teeth, and Ned Berbrooke, who had accidentally spilled port all over George’s boots the previous night, he was ready to crawl back to Crake House

It was only three miles away He could do it

He’d skipped the midday meal – the only way to avoid Lady Alexandra, who see to Northwick – and noas in a very bad uaranteed to reduce a grown man’s disposition to that of a querulous three-year-old

The previous night’s sleep had been…

Unsatisfying

Yes, that seemed the most appropriate word Desperately inadequate, but appropriate

The Bridgertons had put all of the Rokesbys in the fae had sat in the cushioned chair by his fireplace, listening to the regular, ordinary sounds of a fa the ladies, doors opening and closing…

It should have been of no consequence They were all the same noises one heard at Crake But somehow, here at Aubrey Hall it felt too inti

With every soft and sleepy sound, his i about; her bedroom was across the hall and three doors down But it felt like he heard her In the silence of the night he sensed her feet lightly padding across her carpet He felt the whisper of her breath as she blew out a candle And when she settled into her bed, he was sure he could hear the rustling of her sheets

She’d said she fell asleep immediately – but what then? Was she a restless sleeper? Did she wriggle about, kicking the covers, pushing the sheets to the bottom of the bed with her feet?

Or did she lie still, sweetly on her side with her hands tucked under her cheek?

He’d wager she was a squirmer; this was Billie, after all She’d spent her entire childhood in constant motion Why would she sleep any other way? And if she shared a bed with sohtcap turned into three, but when he’d finally laid his head against his pillow, it had taken him hours to fall asleep And then when he did, he’d dreamed of her

And the drea over hiht of Billie as a sister…