The Curious Rogue (24 page)

“How is she?” Elizabeth suddenly remembered her condition.

“A son. Louis. As of the past week.” He smiled. “We shall he hard put to match them,” he teased.

“You know,” Elizabeth ignored his words and poised a finger on her chin, “this is most interesting. Tell me, how am I to know if you are truly the odd gentleman or the curious rogue?”

“She wounds me,” he sighed, then became serious. “The true comte lies somewhere between the two.” His lips twitched with a teasing smile.

“But when you look at me like that,” his hand caressed her chin, “I definitely prefer Martin’s methods.”

“There are times when a little of Martin could be interesting,” she agreed.

Their mutual smiles altered subtly as they read the desire in each other.

“I love you,” Elizabeth breathed.

“And I, you,” Cavilon answered huskily.

They embraced and kissed tenderly. “Uncle Henry will be concerned if we do not call him soon,” she sighed sometime later.

“La,” Cavilon drawled the tease, “how am I ever to explain the immediate need of a special license to him?”

“Could it be that you no longer find ardour tiresome, my lord?” Elizabeth asked in mock surprise as Cavilon drew the peruke back over his dark mane.

Pausing outside the doors of the salon, Sir Henry heard the question. When no reply sounded, he opened the doors slightly and saw that there was no debating the “answer” before him. Smiling broadly, he pulled the door shut and returned to the gardens.

To Vince

with love

Copyright © 1981 by Joan C. Wesolowsky

Originally published by Dell Candlelight Georgian Special (0440111862)

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