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Here’s another excerpt of my new Regency story. I only wrote a few hundred words last week on this story, because I was deep in edits for my Western. I hope that one will be ready to go live this week. 🙂
This scene takes place just a couple paragraphs after last week’s excerpt. Please, do let me know what you think of it!
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“Only if you truly can. I know all of us will miss you, especially Charlotte. She was lamenting your departure just last night. Promise you will write to her, so she can tell us all how you get on.”
“I will. I promise.” Elizabeth squeezed his hands before letting go and stepping back. She watched her old friend glare once more at Fitzwilliam and then turn and stride out of the room. She sighed, then looked around. Seeing that only two of her sisters remained, she grabbed her betrothed by the wrist and dragged him off to the back parlor.
Fitzwilliam had watched and listened as she had spoken to John Lucas, his brain slowly working out a possible reason for her anger. When he heard Lucas call him jealous, Fitzwilliam was taken aback. Jealous? Am I jealous? He mentally reviewed his behavior. I suppose my actions could be seen as those of a jealous suitor by someone who does not know me well. Even as he told himself this, Fitzwilliam knew it was correct. His behavior had been that indicating possession. He had not appreciated his prize being sweet-talked by another man. He could clearly see that Elizabeth was unhappy with it. Before he could say a word, Lucas was leaving, and his betrothed was pulling him to the next room, shoving him in, and shutting the door behind them. He heard the click of the lock as it slid home.
“That was the singular most arrogant, stupid, haughty, hot-headed, spiteful thing I have seen anyone do in my entire life. What gives you the right to treat my friends so poorly? John Lucas has known me since I was a young girl. We climbed trees together, and played pirates in his parents’ garden. His sister is my best friend. What were you thinking?” Elizabeth’s hands were on her hips, her countenance red, and her eyes almost black, their brows joined by the crease between them. She exuded anger from every pore.
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