“Lady Kentwood, would you please tell me aboutyou.”
She hitched a breath. Why in heaven’s name did he want to know about her? She couldn’t possibly tell him much without her anger erupting. But she supposed she could tell him a little. “I, um... What exactly do you want to know?”
Collin stared at her for a few unsettling moments. It wasn’t the silence that bothered Adeline, it was the way his hazel gaze moved slowly over her face, up to her hair, and then down again, traveling across her face but then moving lower as he looked over her gown. He’d looked at her this way before, and she had responded with tremors of desire moving throughout her body, making her weak in the worst way.
The bedroom door opened and Pettingill bustled inside, carrying a tray of food. Collin struggled to sit up straighter, but was having a difficult time shifting on the bed. Adeline hurried to his side and helped stuff the pillows behind him. She took hold of his upper arm to assist him.
His gaze flew to hers and locked. Her breath stopped in her throat. She was too close to him.
Trying not to make a scene, she casually let go of his arm and stepped back so that the servant could give him his tray of food. Once the plate covers were removed and he appeared to be settled with it on his lap, Mrs. Pettingill moved back toward the door.
“Is there anything else you need, milady?”
“No. That is all.” As soon as Adeline said the words, she wished she could recant them. She really didn’t want to be in the bedroom alone with Collin.
The servant walked out of the room and closed the door. Adeline swallowed hard, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat.
Hesitantly, she looked at Collin. He’d taken a bite of his veal, but his attention was on her. He swallowed and smiled.
“Lady Kentwood, could you please tell me how we met. I’m sure my memory would return if you could feed it with something that happened in my life.”
Inwardly, she groaned. Could she really tell him how they met without appearing like a giddy schoolgirl? Telling him about that dreadful day when they were supposed to meet at the abandoned cottage would be difficult. She definitely wouldn’t be able to hold back her anger then. But hopefully, he would have recovered his memories at that point. She could only pray that was what would happen.
Nodding, she returned to her chair. He continued to eat, but his gaze only left her face for a second to look at his plate before coming back to her.
Oh, Lord... please help me!
