In Possession of a Good Fortune
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- SNEAK PEEK: His smile was slow. It didn’t spread across his face. He looked amused and slightly terrified. It was the same way her father had always looked at her mother. It was the way Carlos looked at Jane. It was the way Darcy looked at Eliza—that is, when he didn’t think anyone was watching. Wick had said he didn’t believe in love. But his gaze was telling Lydia something different. It was telling her that she might be different. Isn’t that what every girl wanted? For a guy to think she was different. That she was special. That’s how he was looking at her. This was it. Lydia hadn’t believed it would happen to her. But she was standing in the moment where the reality of it was going down. A guy was totally falling for her. “Are you going to kiss me, Mr. Wickham?” Lydia spoke softly in the dark. Not that anyone was around to hear her. But the moment felt sacred, holy even. “Yes,” he whispered back. “Yes, I am.” His thumb rubbed back and forth across her low back in a windshield-wiping motion. His chest pressed against hers, so much so that she could feel his heart beating in time with hers. His gaze was on her mouth, but he didn’t descend to capture her lips. “Well?” she asked. “Well, what?” “Are you going to kiss me or not?” “I said I would.” And then he stepped away from her. If he hadn’t kept hold of her hand, Lydia would’ve stumbled. Wick tucked her into his side and walked with her away from the pen. Lydia was so rattled from having been in a haze of desire and then yanked back down to earth that she was silent for a time. “You know what I think?” she said after a time. “I think you’re a player.” They were walking away from the light posts along the drive, so she couldn’t see his features, but she sensed a change in him. A stiffening. “But I don’t think that’s the full story,” she continued. Wick turned to her. She saw the whites of his eyes, but she still couldn’t read his expression. Some of the stiffness left his body as he walked on in silence. “One thing I’ve learned is that there’s always a kernel of truth to gossip. But there’s almost always more to the story.” She leaned into him. “Tell me.” “You want me to tell you all my secrets?” “I do.” “Well, I won’t. I’m still trying to impress you.” She laughed. When she did, the corners of Wick’s eyes widened as he watched her. His smile was back in place. He pulled her more firmly to his side as they walked on.
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