Page 69 of The Viscount's Seduction
“Or he shared a grog with someone who’d heard the story and told the tale.” She sighed. “It does seem a stretch, and rather foolhardy.”
He pulled her close. “Don’t lose hope. You’re married to a wealthy man with good connections for uncovering secrets and solving mysteries.”
Her gentle kiss surprised him. She pulled away, rubbed her palm along his cheek, and smiled.
God, but she roused him. He rolled her over and began to kiss her thoroughly.
A loud rapping at the door resounded.
“Bakeley.” A male voice boomed, not Windle’s. “Bakeley, it’s urgent. Do tell me you’ve heard me so I don't have to burst in on you.”
Damnation. “Wait,” he shouted.
Sirena, in all of her lovely nakedness, jumped out of bed with him.
“That’s my brother, Charley.” He threw her his banyan, but she tossed it back and ran to a trunk on the floor, rummaging through it and pulling on her own robe.
He waited for her to knot the tie and then opened the door a crack.
Charley’s hair stood out in wild patches and his neck cloth was so poorly tied it had come undone.
“Bink has been attacked on the road to Little Norwick.”
“What happened?” Sirena hovered near his shoulder.
Charley averted his eyes. As well he should.
“Father says—er, asks, that you come quickly.”
“Is he injured?” Sirena asked.
“Only minor injuries, the message said.”
“And the men with him?” Bakeley asked, because he knew she wondered.
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll be along directly. Have them saddle my horse.”
“I’ve a carriage waiting.”
“Fine.” He shut the door.
Sirena was already at her chest, pulling out clothes. “I’m coming with you.”
He began to dress. There was no point to arguing. If he had to leave and go north, she would be safer with his father and his sister.
