Miss Truelove Beckons (Classic Regency Romances Book 12) - Plot & Excerpts
Lord Drake drifted off to sleep. True daringly smoothed the golden curls from his face and watched as care and worry loosened their hold, and his gaunt face relaxed into the healing balm of sleep. For a sweet hour she listened to his calm breathing, while she gazed down on the stream and felt the peace of Thorne House seep into her. A light breeze sprang up, and the willow branches languidly danced and waved over the water while the ducks busily cruised up and down the waterway.How serene it was! And how very beautiful, with old stands of woods in the misty distance over a small stone bridge that crossed the stream. They were in a valley, and she could see, rising on the other side of the narrow brook, fields broken up by hedgerows and copses of scrubby brush. Her companion had told them at lunch that no one had lived here for many years, though the home farm was still in use and the orchards tended, but that he intended to make it his home now that he had resigned his commission. She didn’t think she had ever found a place she liked so well.
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