His Jilted Bride (Historical Regency Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
Slowly she sat up, then frowned. Where was Elijah? Gripping one of the bed posts, Amelia stood and walked to the bedchamber door. She'd left it slightly ajar so she could hear him when he came in, but she'd still wanted to block out the sunshine that now flooded the living room because of Mr. Henry Hirsute's new spot under the open window. She opened the door a bit more and poked her head out. “Philip?” Her brother who'd been holding a piece of parchment abruptly put it down and smiled at her. “Amelia, it's good to see you.” He lifted one of his eyebrows. Last time she'd seen him his face had still been bruised and cut, but it looked almost back to normal now. “Won't you come out here and greet your brother properly.” Amelia flushed. She'd taken off her morning gown and stockings and had taken a nap in only her shift. “I'd rather not. But next time, I will.” “Ah, the blushing bride,” he said, fisting his hands at his sides. “Say, is your husband in there with you?”
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