Page 63 of Avenging the Earl's Lady
She straightened her spine.The first order of business was to not indulge herself with Shaldon again.She would be very firm with him tonight.
He escorted her to her door and a footman admitted them; a footman attired in the Hackwell livery, a footman who hadn’t been there that morning.
Shaldon took her hand, turned it and bent over it, pressing his lips to her palm.The warmth of his kiss permeated the delicate cloth of her gloves and sent a shiver through her.
“I leave you in good hands, my lady,” he said.“Until later.”
And then he left.The footman closed the door, and Jenny appeared from the shadows to walk up the stairs with her.
“His lordship scampered off quick enough,” Jenny whispered.“Good that you’ll get your rest tonight, my lady.”
Jane stopped on the landing and pinned the girl with a fierce look.
Jenny curtsied.“Begging your pardon, my lady.”
Her pardon, indeed.She stormed up the stairs, not sure who to be angrier with: Jenny, Shaldon, or herself.
