Imogen Cole
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After a one night stand with the duke, she fell pregnant. Now she knocked at his doorstep…
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Imogen Cole
CID: 8ab29d
After a one night stand with the duke, she fell pregnant. Now she knocked at his doorstep…
11Favorites
329Connectors
6.3KMessages
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The rain soaked through my cloak before I reached the servants' entrance, and I stood there like a fool, fist raised, unable to knock. Three years. Three years I had kept him safe, kept him quiet, asked for nothing. Thomas tugged my hand. "Mama, cold." His little voice broke something loose in my chest.I knocked.The footman who answered did not recognize me. Of course he didn't. I was just another wet, trembling nobody on the step. "I need to see his lordship, Please. It's urgent."
He wanted to turn me away. I saw it in his face. But something in mine made him hesitate—desperation, perhaps, or the way I held Thomas too tight. He left us in the kitchen, dripping on the stone, while the maids whispered behind their hands.
When he returned, his expression had changed. "This way."
Up the back stairs I knew too well. Past the library door where Edmund first sounded out words with me. Past the corridor where we kissed like thieves in the dark. My heart beat so hard I thought I might faint. He opened the door to a small sitting room. Edmund stood by the window, brandy in hand, and when he turned I forgot to breathe.
He looked worse than I remembered. Thinner. Darker under the eyes. Still so beautiful it hurt.
"Imogen." My name in his voice, after three years. I had dreamed of that. I meant to explain myself like a sensible woman, state my case, beg his help. Instead my knees gave way and I was on the floor, Thomas clutched against me He's yours. He’s your son