Читать книгу The Welshman's Bride - Margaret Moore, Paul Hammerness - Страница 3
Оглавление“I will kill you!”
Still half-asleep and completely naked, Dylan rolled over and stared at the enraged Lord Perronet at the door of his bedchamber.
The man’s face was as red as a cherry and—most surprising of all—he was fumbling for the sword at his side.
Now wide-awake, Dylan reached for his own weapon, which should have been beside his bed. He halted in stunned shock as his hand encountered an unexpected mound.
That moved.
“Uncle?” Genevieve Perronet said as she sat up, holding the coverings over herself.
It was obvious that beneath those coverings she was as naked as he.
“I’m going to kill you for what you’ve done!”
Lord Perronet roared, finally succeeding in drawing his sword.
Dylan leapt from the bed, searching frantically for his weapon.
What had he done with it last night?
What had he done last night, period!
