Valentine Serial 2016
The Sweethearts of
Truffle Manor
Chapter Four
The audacity of that
man! And what did he mean, he owned the house? Adette pivoted, only to hiss in
pain. She crumpled to the bottom step of the once grand staircase.
“Chambermaid…weakest
play…what does he know? The lunatic…” she muttered, fumbling with her skirts to
uncover her ankle. Didn’t look swollen.
“Let’s
see what you've got.” He pocketed the ring and knelt before her, taking her
foot into his hands and removing her shoe. He had a tender touch for such a
large, muscular man. The pain vanished as his fingers caressed her ankle.
“Doesn’t seem broken. You probably just twisted it.”
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“So
you’re a doctor now, too.” She flipped her skirt over her pretty red shoe.
Whoever this guy was, he didn’t seem to be a criminal. And it wasn’t his fault
she’d spent the past three hours in a panic over her grandmother…and her life.
Bit
parts in off-off Broadway plays had been her only acting accomplishments in
five years. Dare she admit, even to herself, she was disillusioned with the
city? That she craved a less cutthroat life? Here in Rose Lake? Maybe even on
Candy Lane.
Those
baby blues twinkled as she clutched the rail and hauled herself to her feet,
keeping her weight off the troublesome foot.
“Since you clearly are not putting your degree to use here tonight.” She channeled
her inner queen, a role she'd mastered last summer in Kingdom of the Wretched Koalas. A dubious choice on her part, but he
didn't have to know that. "What are you doing in Truffle
Manor?”
He
leaned close, his face inches from her. Her heartbeat accelerated so quickly
she almost brought her hand to her chest.
“Something isn’t adding up.” He tapped his chin. “If you
are who you claim to be, you’d know why I’m here. Which makes me wonder…You
must have been in a big hurry if you didn’t even change your costume after your starring performance.
Why didn’t you go straight to Nougat Peak to visit your beloved grandmother?”
I just got all caught up with the reading. What a great way to wake up on a blustery day. A cup of Vanilla Biscotte coffee and a good story. They certainly are a feisty pair. Well done!
ReplyDeleteGood morning, Barb! How funny is this--I'm drinking Vanilla Biscotti coffee too! (I mixed some way-too-strong Costa Rica coffee with Folger's Vanilla Biscotti--yum!)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by!
Love it. Nice pumps. They are so cute!!
ReplyDeleteI want a pair!
DeleteSounds like grandmas matchmaking :)
ReplyDeleteScraproni, we'll have to tune in to find out!!
ReplyDeletePretty shoes. So cute. Can't wait to see what happens next.
ReplyDeleteMissed this chapter and came back to catch up. Love the heated exchange. Well done, Jill. =)
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