Page 15 of Stolen by My Knave
“This is astounding.” He stood and paced the room. “I need more information. I must speak to your mother.”
Elizabeth had been right. He’d want to locate her as soon as possible and probably harass her for more information. She didn’t quite understand why though. What did he hope to gain by pestering her mother? Was he that attached to Lady Evelyn? It was surreal... Elizabeth was actually jealous of her own grandmother.
“I’m sure she’s currently otherwise busy.”
“I can wait a little longer,” he replied acquiescently. “I have waited this long. I’ll need you to introduce us.”
That was the last thing she wanted to do. She stood and walked across the room toward him. Why didn’t he see her as someone he could love? When she was directly in front of him she lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He seemed excited, but it had nothing to do with her. Without thinking about the consequences or what it might mean, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. For a moment, it was wonderful—until it wasn’t.
He pulled back with a look of horror on his face. “We—I can’t do this.”
With those words, he practically fled from the room and Elizabeth’s heart broke into tiny pieces with his dismissal. Why had she allowed herself to hope? Fate had brought her mother to her father when he needed her most. Foolishly, Elizabeth had believed they brought Jack to her for the same reason.
She’d never been so wrong...
