Darcy Branwyn

Deduction – A Regency Romance:

“Thank you,” she said, her throat tight.

A tiny smile quirked his lips as he bent to retrieve her lost hair combs, setting them on the table. He’d lost his no-nonsense expression. “You said that already.” His voice had changed; it wasn’t as forceful as before.

“Did, I?”

“I believe so, yes.” He gathered her wet hair up into his hands, squeezing it out.

Becca came back with a baby blue dressing gown and he backed suddenly away. “Come now, let’s dry you off,” she said.

Becca took Molly’s hand, dragging her away, and into a dressing room.

Becca closed the door behind them.

“That was different,” Molly said.

“What do you mean?” Becca worked off her wet gown with only a little help from Molly.

“Well, you left me alone with your brother.”…

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