The Captain and Miss Winter by Sally Britton

Despite this, she shuddered when she looked past the man to the dark storm clouds. A small stove in the corner kept the area in which she worked warm, and through the door behind her in the living quarters another fire blazed to keep the children and the tabby cat cozy. White wisps of hair stood out from under the brim of his hat, and though the cut of his coat might have been considered fine once, it was terribly out of date and certainly not warm enough for the spring deluge.Įlaine sat behind a long table, the dress spread out across its length. He huddled there, bent over with his arms wrapped around himself, his back to her. The rain had started ten minutes before, and he took up residence beneath the awning over her shop window almost at the same moment. The completed gown had been commissioned by one of her most particular patrons and she had only one more day to finish the work.ĭespite those facts, Elaine lifted her eyes again to peer out the rain-spattered window, between the artfully arranged bolts of cloth and trailing lace curtains, to the man standing on the other side of the glass.

Pushing her needle through the blue satin cloth, Elaine tried to keep her focus on the stitch rather than the scene outside her shop window. With gratitude for my husband, a man of honor.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īn Evening at Almack’s, Regency Collection 12ĭedicated to my grandmother, Nanita Elaine. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. His Unexpected Heiress © 2019 by Sally Britton.

The Captain and Miss Winter by Sally Britton