Page 35 of An Arranged Marriage with a Cruel Earl
Emmeline swallowed hard. “I ride a little,” she demurred.
Andrew just smiled at her. “I think Lady Rilendale is a little modest,” he said mildly.
Emmeline blushed and looked at the table.
Dinner progressed, and three or four courses appeared on the table. The quality and quantity of their food had improved at Rilendale even over the last week and her stomach was full and contented when they went up to bed.
When she had washed her face and hands and was in bed, her long hair tied back with a ribbon from her face, she curled up under the coverlet and found her mind wandering to the dinner and what Andrew had said.
If he was a murderer, she thought slowly, it barely showed. He was affable and kind and she could not help feeling a surge of warmth towards him.
She frowned, confused. Her feelings were an utter mystery to her.
She drew the coverlet up around her and with her head on the soft pillows she was soon drifting into a good sleep.
