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A sharp knock sounded at the door, and Elijah called admittance. He strode quickly to greet the small, efficient looking man with the medical bag. ‘Doctor Tully, thank you for coming.’
The doctor nodded, approaching the patient. ‘Mrs Storm,’ he said, and the patient reached out for his hand with a tired smile, obviously on good terms with the man.
Elijah gestured to Susanna and she hurried to the door with him behind her. He closed the door and instantly had her hemmed in against the wall.
‘Miss Seymour,’ he said, his eyes large with sorrow and ardour. ‘I have no words to express my gratitude.’
She lifted a hand, attempting to wave away his thanks with embarrassment. He came closer, looking down at her intently beneath the rim of her bonnet. ‘My mother has been unwell, as you know, and a shock such as today could set back her recovery significantly. If you hadn’t acted so quickly …’
‘I was merely in the right place,’ she said, stifling a sigh as Elijah cupped the back of her neck with gentle fingers.
‘It was more than that,’ he said, staring deeply into her eyes, his voice a low, warm caress. ‘You are a woman of courage and fire. You care enough to help a stranger on the street regardless of your own peril.’ He paused, took a deep breath. ‘You are the woman I want by my side. To make me complete.’
Susanna swallowed, her palms damp, her eyes abruptly dewing. ‘Mr Storm,’ she said, but the words deserted her because she didn’t know what she wanted to say.
Elijah lowered his head. His lips brushed hers like the kiss of a butterfly’s wings before he drew back. Clearing his throat, he said, ‘My driver will take you home.’
Her legs trembling, Susanna moved to the head of the stairs. Elijah stepped up behind her, touching her waist with fleeting fingers. ‘I hope to see you again while you are in London,’ he said against her ear.
Susanna didn’t reply. She descended the steps and was greeted again by the butler, who offered her refreshments. She refused and asked to be taken home. As he showed her out to the carriage, she looked up and saw Elijah at the top of the stairs, watching her.
When she got home, Susanna was in a state of nervous excitement. Making sure Lucy was out of the way, she confessed about Elijah to her aunt and what had happened with his mother that afternoon. Georgina sat watching her with gleaming eyes like a cat, and admitted that Elizabeth had sent a letter with Lucy describing the Seymours’ scandalous new neighbour and how he had broken Lucy’s heart in favour of Susanna.
‘She had nothing nice to say about Mr Storm other than a comment on the size of his purse,’ she said, lifting a handkerchief to her face to hide a smirk.
Susanna felt herself blush a little. ‘Mr Storm has many fine attributes,’ she said.
‘Does he really?’ Georgina pulled her chair closer. ‘Do tell all.’
‘Aunt, really.’
‘Oh stuff,’ Georgina said airily. ‘Are we not both women of the world? The way you talk about this Mr Storm tells me you have been intimate with him in some fashion.’
Susanna stared. ‘Aunt, you mustn’t tell my mother.’
Georgina snorted. ‘I thought you knew me better than that, Susanna. Am I not to be your confidante and your advisor when it comes to the tricky subject of men?’
Susanna glanced around as though the walls had ears. ‘Well, aunt, the second time I saw him, I caught him engaged in the most intimate behaviour on our land …’
Chapter Nine
The sisters’ stay in London continued in a whirlwind of parties courtesy of their aunt, but Susanna was maudlin. She couldn’t forget the intensity in Elijah’s eyes when he had said those words about her making him complete. She swung between swearing him off for good and running to his side to take back her refusal of his proposal. She suspected it still stood, that he waited for her to change her mind, but just how long would he wait before his head
A sharp knock sounded at the door, and Elijah called admittance. He strode quickly to greet the small, efficient looking man with the medical bag. ‘Doctor Tully, thank you for coming.’
The doctor nodded, approaching the patient. ‘Mrs Storm,’ he said, and the patient reached out for his hand with a tired smile, obviously on good terms with the man.
Elijah gestured to Susanna and she hurried to the door with him behind her. He closed the door and instantly had her hemmed in against the wall.
‘Miss Seymour,’ he said, his eyes large with sorrow and ardour. ‘I have no words to express my gratitude.’
She lifted a hand, attempting to wave away his thanks with embarrassment. He came closer, looking down at her intently beneath the rim of her bonnet. ‘My mother has been unwell, as you know, and a shock such as today could set back her recovery significantly. If you hadn’t acted so quickly …’
‘I was merely in the right place,’ she said, stifling a sigh as Elijah cupped the back of her neck with gentle fingers.
‘It was more than that,’ he said, staring deeply into her eyes, his voice a low, warm caress. ‘You are a woman of courage and fire. You care enough to help a stranger on the street regardless of your own peril.’ He paused, took a deep breath. ‘You are the woman I want by my side. To make me complete.’
Susanna swallowed, her palms damp, her eyes abruptly dewing. ‘Mr Storm,’ she said, but the words deserted her because she didn’t know what she wanted to say.
Elijah lowered his head. His lips brushed hers like the kiss of a butterfly’s wings before he drew back. Clearing his throat, he said, ‘My driver will take you home.’
Her legs trembling, Susanna moved to the head of the stairs. Elijah stepped up behind her, touching her waist with fleeting fingers. ‘I hope to see you again while you are in London,’ he said against her ear.
Susanna didn’t reply. She descended the steps and was greeted again by the butler, who offered her refreshments. She refused and asked to be taken home. As he showed her out to the carriage, she looked up and saw Elijah at the top of the stairs, watching her.
When she got home, Susanna was in a state of nervous excitement. Making sure Lucy was out of the way, she confessed about Elijah to her aunt and what had happened with his mother that afternoon. Georgina sat watching her with gleaming eyes like a cat, and admitted that Elizabeth had sent a letter with Lucy describing the Seymours’ scandalous new neighbour and how he had broken Lucy’s heart in favour of Susanna.
‘She had nothing nice to say about Mr Storm other than a comment on the size of his purse,’ she said, lifting a handkerchief to her face to hide a smirk.
Susanna felt herself blush a little. ‘Mr Storm has many fine attributes,’ she said.
‘Does he really?’ Georgina pulled her chair closer. ‘Do tell all.’
‘Aunt, really.’
‘Oh stuff,’ Georgina said airily. ‘Are we not both women of the world? The way you talk about this Mr Storm tells me you have been intimate with him in some fashion.’
Susanna stared. ‘Aunt, you mustn’t tell my mother.’
Georgina snorted. ‘I thought you knew me better than that, Susanna. Am I not to be your confidante and your advisor when it comes to the tricky subject of men?’
Susanna glanced around as though the walls had ears. ‘Well, aunt, the second time I saw him, I caught him engaged in the most intimate behaviour on our land …’
Chapter Nine
The sisters’ stay in London continued in a whirlwind of parties courtesy of their aunt, but Susanna was maudlin. She couldn’t forget the intensity in Elijah’s eyes when he had said those words about her making him complete. She swung between swearing him off for good and running to his side to take back her refusal of his proposal. She suspected it still stood, that he waited for her to change her mind, but just how long would he wait before his head
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