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Kate’s lared as if this interloper were part of an invading army "Just who are you?" she snapped
"She’s your new nursemaid," Wick intervened He had already decided that Miss Damson’s calave Jonas water, Kate And he drank it all up I think he looks better already"
"He’s wet," Kate cried, horrified "Now he’ll catch a cold He’ll--he’ll--" Clutching her baby, she darted from the room without another word
Miss Da after her new ros and, in French, thanked her for her help Then she switched to English and thanked everyone else in the kitchen And, finally, she had a detailed discussion with Lily, the e of the nursery, about exactly what sort of deposits Jonas had been"And how do they smell?"
She didn’t sound like soh to have her first position Wick couldn’t stop looking at her, though: at the rose color of her lips and the way her gohere it et, clung to her bosolanced around the roo knife boy--had noticed the sa out of the kitchen
Miss Da boiled water to the nursery three times a day She didn’t sound like any nursemaid Wick had ever seen, not that he’d seen many
Maybe that hat housekeepers sounded like when they were young But that idea didn’t fit either
She was a lady, Wick thought suddenly Quality He was amazed he hadn’t seen it ilish He’d bet everything he owned that she had a lady’s voice except that he wasn’t quite good enough with the language to tell the difference
But then he listened closely and he realized he could tell the difference After all, he and Gabriel had gone to Oxford back when they were striplings, before Gabriel took over this castle Wick recognized the sound of her voice, the way it sounded at once sweet and a little sassythat was a lady’s voice, not a nurseitated state, Kate hadn’t noticed anything untoward, obviously And Madalad to find soins With Lily dis Miss Daetables she was forced to cook with, s, or cochons And Miss Da
Like a lady A lady who spoke French, who had undoubtedly been brought up to a gooddown the inside of his calf into his shoes There was so about Miss Dary Lustful Those eood servants could have only for each other--and never, ever, for the ladies they attended Wick certainly never allowed himself that sort of inconvenient desire
Just like that, he decided not to say a thing to Miss Damson about the question of her birth If she was a lady asherself as a nursemaid for some obscure reason--well, then she wasn’t for him, not for the bastard brother of a prince
But perhaps, if he rong, and she wasn’t a lady
Not that he was looking for a wife, of course But during the last year he had noticed the way Gabriel liked to hold Kate’s hand, the way he swept his wife into his ar
Back in Marburg, the king would have paired Wick off by now, given hirateful to be connected in any way to the royal fanoble birth But here in England, he had volunteered to become his brother’s majordoood at it
He’d known perfectly hat that choice meant for his future As a servant, he was a servant, no h in the hierarchy of service He would never hter And he’d accepted that, content with an occasional trip to London to meet cheerful women ere neither ladies nor servants but happy to share a bed for a time