Toe the Line

Celia couldn't remember the last time she felt so fidgety. She was exhausted and yet taut with nerves.

She was sure her repetitive footfalls were going to end up wearing a threadbare track through the bedchamber rugs.

She could hear the chapel clock striking the eleventh hour and there was still no sign of Tobin.

Maybe he's forgotten all about stopping by here, she wondered. He said he'd be playing cards with those pointless lads he calls friends. So he could just end up carousing with them for the night and not coming here at all.

If that's going to be the case, I can stop pacing around in this ridiculous nightgown and just go to sleep.

But for once, I really need him here.

And if there's even the slightest chance he's going to show up, I need to be awake and alert. Lord knows, I've woken up enough times before to the brute pawing at me. I don't need a repeat of that unpleasantness.