Scandal Meets Its Match (The May Flowers #7) - Merry Farmer Page 0,84
nodded to him. “If it becomes necessary for us to travel, I’ll send word somehow.”
“I’m sorry you’ve been put through all of this, Lenore,” Freddy told Lenore, a look of genuine affection in his eyes.
Lenore broke away from Phin and rushed to hug Freddy. “You know I love you, don’t you? You’re like a brother to me.”
“I know,” Freddy said, hugging her back. When he let her go, he stared hard at Phin. “Keep her safe, Mercer.”
“Oh, believe me, I will,” Phin said in reply, reaching for Lenore’s hand.
With a final wave goodbye, Freddy closed the carriage door and signaled for the driver to move on. Phin pulled Lenore toward the house, ushering her through the front door as fast as he could and locking it tightly behind her. He grabbed her hand and headed straight upstairs without bothering to turn up the lantern in the hall. At least Dora had left the lamp burning low so they didn’t have to stumble through complete blackness to make it to his room.
“It won’t do for you to make a grand escape wearing a ball gown,” he told Lenore as he lit the lamp in his room.
Lenore laughed restlessly. “It’s not exactly in the best condition now anyhow,” she said.
Phin glanced over his shoulder at her. Indeed, her dress was ripped and soiled in several places. At least the rips didn’t seem to be caused by Swan attacking her.
“How would you feel about wearing some of my old clothes and disguising yourself as a boy for our grand flight?” he asked.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Lenore said, immediately reaching behind her for the fastenings of her gown.
The dress was far more complicated than Lenore could ever have managed on her own. Phin helped her with the impossible buttons down the back, then stepped to his wardrobe to find something small enough to fit her. The best he could come up with was an old pair of trousers and a cotton shirt, but they would have to do.
When he turned around to take the clothes to her and saw her in nothing but her chemise, drawers, and stockings, his heart chose the most inconvenient time possible to throb in his chest, sending a pulse of desire through him.
“Even in the middle of running for your life, you’re the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever met,” he said, sounding as maudlin and lovesick as it was possible for a man to sound.
Lenore glanced at him after throwing her corset aside and laughed. “If you think I’m beautiful right now, then you must be in love.”
“I am,” Phin confessed, tossing the shirt and trousers onto his bed and moving to sweep her into his arms. “I am so in love that I cannot think straight. I gave my heart away to you long ago, and I don’t think I’m ever going to get it back.”
“Phin, you are the dearest, maddest man I’ve ever met,” Lenore laughed, a wild but loving light in her eyes as she threw her arms over his shoulders.
“I fully admit to being mad.” He laughed with her, the entire situation feeling absurd but wonderful. “I am mad for you. And I’m sorry that I ever doubted you or even thought of being angry at you for things that I now see were beyond your control.”
She shook her head, pressing her body against his. “I should have told you sooner, you’re right.”
“I know now,” Phin said, bringing his mouth down to hers.
He had a thousand other things to say, a million ways he wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but all of that vanished from his mind as his lips crashed into hers. He kissed her with every bit of need and love he felt for her, pouring his soul into their kiss. She sighed and lifted to her toes to kiss him in return, giving as good as she got. The intensity of her passion only fueled his own. She was his equal, his mate, in every way. His life would never be boring with her, but he’d never wanted a boring life anyhow. His heart knocked so loudly against his ribs that he could feel it in every part of himself.
Except the knocking wasn’t in his heart.
He pulled away from Lenore, keeping her in his arms, and turned toward his bedroom door, which he hadn’t bothered closing. The furious knocking was coming from downstairs, from the front door.