The Marquess's Scottish Bride: A Sweet & Clean Historical Romance (The Chase Brides Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
THIRTY-FOUR AN HOUR LATER Jason knocked on the door and entered to find Emerald sitting by the fire, swishing her new comb through her silky, bath-damp hair. He’d never seen anything quite like Emerald’s hair. The women in Cainewood’s village always bound up their hair or hid it beneath a cap. And the court ladies of his acquaintance were always fussing with theirs, cutting it and curling it and crimping it and twisting it into all sorts of unnatural creations. But Emerald’s hair was straight and thick and shining. Swish. The ivory comb he’d bought her ran along its gleaming length. Swish. Swish.Her eyes were downcast, but he remembered them lighting up at each of the small things he’d bought her. He pictured them sparkling with delight when she tasted the syllabub, crinkling when she laughed at the ropedancers, and flashing when she tsked at the mountebank. Swish.Jason didn’t think he could stand it a moment longer. His hands itched to bury themselves in that silky hair.
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