Lorraine Heath

The Scoundrel in Her Bed (Sins for All Seasons #3)

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The bastard son of a nobleman, Finn Trewlove was a shameful secret raised by a stranger. As Finn came of age he had secrets, too--the clandestine nights spent with an earl’s daughter. But her promise of forever ended in betrayal.
Driven by a past that haunts her, Lady Lavinia Kent seeks redemption in London’s underworld, engaged in a daring cause inspired by the young man to whom she gave her innocence, and who then proved himself a scoundrel by abandoning her.
When their paths cross again, they can’t deny the yearning and desire that still burns. As they discover the truth behind the deceptions that tore them apart, Finn and Lavinia must fight to reclaim what they’ve lost, no matter how dangerous—because love is worth the risk….

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    inconvenience of being rained on.
    “She looks like you,” he finally said.
    She released a light laugh and glanced over at him. “Funny. I thought she looked like you.”
    “She has your green eyes.”
    Her smile was whimsical, as though she couldn’t decide whether to be happy or sad. “She does that, but I think she got your height. I was surprised by how tall she is already. For some reason, I expected her to be smaller.” She looked down at her gloved hands, clasped so tightly that he suspected the knuckles were turning white within the leather. “I couldn’t take her, Finn.”
    Leaning forward, he placed his hands over hers. “I know. I’m glad.”
    “Perhaps if she was still a baby who didn’t know she was being taken.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “But she isn’t. She has plans. To build a cottage in a tree. She loves Fanny and Joe Baker, and they love her. That was so obvious. She has roots there. If I had pulled her up, she might have withered.”
    She shook her head, the tears spilling over onto her cheeks. “I worried for so long that she was with someone who wouldn’t care for her or love her as I would, that she was mistreated and miserable, but she has a good life, I think.” More tears. She covered her mouth. “But still it was hard to walk away from her, probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
    Crossing over, he took her into his arms, held her tight, hated the trembling he felt coming from her. “I know.”
    “Was it hard for you?”
    “It nearly killed me, even knowing you’d made the correct deci
    karin anderssonhas quoted2 years ago
    “That remains to be seen, Lady Lavinia.”

    He brought the wagon to a halt, set the brake, and climbed down. No one seemed to be about as he walked around to her side and held up his arms. She scooted over until he could bracket his large hands on her narrow waist while she placed her small hands on his broad shoulders. Slowly, ever so slowly, as though he were in no hurry, he lifted her down until her feet touched the earth.

    For the briefest of moments, he seemed to be studying her, and she wondered if he was ever going to release his hold on her, wasn’t certain she wanted him to. No one had ever looked at her as he did—with such intense interest, as though she fascinated him. It was rather thrilling to be the object of such attention. Finally, he dropped his hands and stepped back. “My brother has wagons and horses for hauling the brick. Over here.”

    She followed him to a large paddock—not a proper stable, although she could see what appeared to be some sort of wooden shelter in the distance. The horses she saw standing around were much bulkier than the ones in her father’s stables, but then she supposed they needed the muscles for hauling something as weighty as bricks. Then she spotted the elegant white mare with her silver mane, and her heart leaped with such joy she was surprised it didn’t burst through her chest. “Sophie! Here, girl! Here, sweet girl!”

    The horse trotted over, and Lavinia petted her, pressing her forehead against Sophie’s. “I thought never to see you again. I suppose after tonight that will be true, but at least you’ve not been taken from me completely. I’ll know you’re here, frolicking about, having a grand time with your new friends. I’m sorry I treated you poorly, tried to use you to gain another’s attention. Oh, sweet girl, I shall forever miss you.”

    Throwing back her head, Sophie neighed, and Lavinia couldn’t help but believe the horse

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