Divine by Nichole van

Author:Nichole van [van, Nichole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Regency, Romantic Comedy, Time Travel, Historical Romance, Inspirational, Teen & Young Adult
Amazon: B00Q5H1WHW
Publisher: Fiorenza Publishing
Published: 2014-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

Had he always smiled like that? Georgiana wondered.

Slow and warm, spreading like honey.

That smile took charm to a new level.

It did something to her knees. Not exactly melty, though they were most certainly a little more relaxed. Somewhat wobbly.

That smile chased all coherent thought from her brain.

“I have been to Italy,” was all she could muster.

He nodded, the smile still pasted on his face. All charm and ease, as usual.

“Italy. You have already asserted that in the past.” He nodded. “Would you care to elaborate more? How did you find the journey? What ship transported you?”

He rolled his hand. Go on.

She paused and glanced at Duir Cottage. She hadn’t realized this was her destination.

That she would have to tell him everything.

The house hadn’t changed much over the intervening two hundred years. Golden stone with a gabled roof and peaked front door. Ivy starting to grow up its walls.

It stood where once an ancient oak tree guarded the time portal. The tree was no longer, but its wood had been used to construct the house. The front door paid homage to the old oak with a stylized tree carved into its warm surface. The branches of the etching curved sinuously across the panel, bending and twisting.

Suddenly, she wanted Sebastian to know. The thought surprised even her. She wanted him to understand her and what had happened over the past year. Wanted to pull her phone out of her stays and take a photo of him, wanted to march him down to the cellar of Duir Cottage and let him feel the powerful thrum of the portal.

He was her friend. He would believe her, right?

He noticed her studying the cottage. With her hand still tucked into his elbow, he led her over to the stone fence surrounding the house.

Calmly, he removed his gloves and then his beaver hat, dropping his gloves inside and placing his hat on top of the fence.

Unbidden, Georgiana watched his hands as he did this. Long fingered and elegant, yet broad through the palm. Strong. She could see the callouses on his palms, evidence his life had not always been one of ease.

And when had he become so striking?

His brown eyes pools of warmth, side whiskers cutting narrow and thin across his cheeks. Hair a light chestnut color, glinting with hints of red and gold. Broad shoulders filling out his tight green coat. Spotless white cravat at his throat.

Georgiana was quite sure every member of her Bosom Companions of the English Regency reenactment group would go into a collective swoon at the sight of him.

She barely repressed a sigh herself.

This was just Sebastian, she reminded herself. Not a handsome leading man from a BBC costume drama, no matter how much he looked the part.

He leaned back and half sat on the stone fence, bracing his hands to either side, legs extended in front. Lowering himself just enough to be more eye level with her.

He lifted a questioning eyebrow, mistaking her silence for reticence.

“Georgie, please. You could have been on the moon, for all I care.

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