She’d used a hairpin to pick a lock before she just have to do it again.
He’d locked it! Her eyes quickly scanned the shelves and the vanity for the key. She widened her stance and took another step, taking care not to let her legs rub together as she padded over to the box he’d put that naughty book in, then frowned. She took her first tentative step and winced. She’d just flip through the book to see the pictures, then put it back. So why not satisfy her curiosity? She knew if anyone, especially Marcus, were to ever know what she was doing they’d be shocked to the core.
She was seven-and-twenty, well past the blushing debutante age, and she was curious. I’d considered posting the scene where Marcus and Emma play draughts, since it is by far the most fitting for the title of Wicked Wednesday, but in the spirit if Christmas, I did tone it down a little and instead will post with the most memorable aspect of this book: Lady Bird’s Ladybird Memoir.Įmma hadn’t paid much attention to where Marcus had gotten the book he’d shown her, but she’d been paying attention when he put it back. I hope you are all doing well and have a wonderful holiday, no matter which one you choose to celebrate.īecause it IS Wednesday I have an obligation to my readers, yet it is Christmas, so perhaps this might be uncouth… So, as you might guess, I had much to debate last night and I mean this as absolutely no sacrilege, but because I do have a number of readers who love these posts more than any of the others.
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