as I led him out of my bedchamber.
With a chaste kiss on the brow and a regal bow, he left me.
Chapter 6
B reakfast was a treat for the senses. The tantalizing aromas, the delectable flavors, but most of all, the spectacular view. As enchanted as I’d been to sleep in the Duke’s bedchamber I was mesmerized by breakfast in Moore’s room.
“This is enough to make me forget the jet lag,” I said, scoffing down another marmalade laden toast. “It’s lovelier than any storybook.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it all. Maybe sometime we can come back; spend some real time.” His eyes smiled at me.
I nodded, my mind already counting the hours of the day that would no doubt fly by all too quickly. “Yesterday you mentioned Cambridge.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a prestigious school. Couldn’t Braxton be there?”
“It’s a university. He’d have to have finished high school first.”
“Braxton is incredibly smart and I know he was well advanced in many of the courses at St. James.”
Moore put down his fork and looked solemnly at me. “You think he could have skipped straight on to college?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him. He certainly was smart enough to tutor me, remember? He was way ahead of what we’re learning at St. James.”
“Yeah, right.” He glanced away, seeking something else to focus on.
“Don’t worry. Just because we find him… I won’t forget what you’ve done for me, Moore.”
Swallowing, his pride or his pain, he glanced at his watch. “It’s a four hour drive, clear past London.”
“Well, we can maybe stop at other schools you have listed along the way and make it our final stop. I have a feeling about this, Moore. If Dr. Kingsley purchased the Book of Angels from Cambridge, it may also lead Brax back there.”
Cocking his head to one side, he picked up his fork, speared a length of sausage and pointed it at me. “Makes sense. You're smart.” He took a large bite and gazed at me with interest as he chewed. “Must be why I like you.”
“Yeah,” I said with heavy sarcasm. “That must be the reason.”
He chuckled and finished his last bite. “Onto Cambridge it is then.”
As expected the few schools we stopped at along the way had no sign of Brax, but each stop gave us a well needed break from the long ride to Cambridge.
The moment the university came into view, I knew we’d find Braxton.
I could feel him.
“This place is huge. He could be at any one of the colleges here.”
“Over there. King’s college.”
Moore gazed quizzically at me, but said nothing as he drove us to the dorm.
The moment he parked the car, I asked a few students if they’d heard of Braxton. It didn’t take long to find someone who knew the handsome new student.
“Bodley’s Court,” the pretty brunette said. “Room T23.”
My heart soared. We’d finally found him, though Moore didn’t quite share my enthusiasm. He practically growled at the girl and grimaced as I headed in the direction she’d pointed to.
T23. I hesitated before knocking. Moore stood at my side, straight and stiff, his eyes focused blindly on the door, his lips in a resigned, tight line.
“This weekend has really been great,” I whispered as I reached for his hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
He nodded almost imperceptibly and I finally knocked on the door.
An annoyed groan sounded from behind the door accompanied by the sound of latches being thrown open. The door opened a crack and I saw Brax’s eye. In an instant, the door was flung back, I was pulled in and the door slammed behind me as he took me into a frenzied and passionate embrace.
“Lux,” he muttered as he kissed my brow, my cheek and reached for my lips. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe you're here.” He covered my mouth with his lips and kissed me with passion like never before. His hands traveled over the length of my back, over my
With a chaste kiss on the brow and a regal bow, he left me.
Chapter 6
B reakfast was a treat for the senses. The tantalizing aromas, the delectable flavors, but most of all, the spectacular view. As enchanted as I’d been to sleep in the Duke’s bedchamber I was mesmerized by breakfast in Moore’s room.
“This is enough to make me forget the jet lag,” I said, scoffing down another marmalade laden toast. “It’s lovelier than any storybook.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it all. Maybe sometime we can come back; spend some real time.” His eyes smiled at me.
I nodded, my mind already counting the hours of the day that would no doubt fly by all too quickly. “Yesterday you mentioned Cambridge.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a prestigious school. Couldn’t Braxton be there?”
“It’s a university. He’d have to have finished high school first.”
“Braxton is incredibly smart and I know he was well advanced in many of the courses at St. James.”
Moore put down his fork and looked solemnly at me. “You think he could have skipped straight on to college?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him. He certainly was smart enough to tutor me, remember? He was way ahead of what we’re learning at St. James.”
“Yeah, right.” He glanced away, seeking something else to focus on.
“Don’t worry. Just because we find him… I won’t forget what you’ve done for me, Moore.”
Swallowing, his pride or his pain, he glanced at his watch. “It’s a four hour drive, clear past London.”
“Well, we can maybe stop at other schools you have listed along the way and make it our final stop. I have a feeling about this, Moore. If Dr. Kingsley purchased the Book of Angels from Cambridge, it may also lead Brax back there.”
Cocking his head to one side, he picked up his fork, speared a length of sausage and pointed it at me. “Makes sense. You're smart.” He took a large bite and gazed at me with interest as he chewed. “Must be why I like you.”
“Yeah,” I said with heavy sarcasm. “That must be the reason.”
He chuckled and finished his last bite. “Onto Cambridge it is then.”
As expected the few schools we stopped at along the way had no sign of Brax, but each stop gave us a well needed break from the long ride to Cambridge.
The moment the university came into view, I knew we’d find Braxton.
I could feel him.
“This place is huge. He could be at any one of the colleges here.”
“Over there. King’s college.”
Moore gazed quizzically at me, but said nothing as he drove us to the dorm.
The moment he parked the car, I asked a few students if they’d heard of Braxton. It didn’t take long to find someone who knew the handsome new student.
“Bodley’s Court,” the pretty brunette said. “Room T23.”
My heart soared. We’d finally found him, though Moore didn’t quite share my enthusiasm. He practically growled at the girl and grimaced as I headed in the direction she’d pointed to.
T23. I hesitated before knocking. Moore stood at my side, straight and stiff, his eyes focused blindly on the door, his lips in a resigned, tight line.
“This weekend has really been great,” I whispered as I reached for his hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
He nodded almost imperceptibly and I finally knocked on the door.
An annoyed groan sounded from behind the door accompanied by the sound of latches being thrown open. The door opened a crack and I saw Brax’s eye. In an instant, the door was flung back, I was pulled in and the door slammed behind me as he took me into a frenzied and passionate embrace.
“Lux,” he muttered as he kissed my brow, my cheek and reached for my lips. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe you're here.” He covered my mouth with his lips and kissed me with passion like never before. His hands traveled over the length of my back, over my
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