Love Language
Contents ( 31)
- Table of Contents
- LOVE LANGUAGE
- The Aristocrat Diaries
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE – MILES
- CHAPTER TEN – GABRIELLA
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN – MILES
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – GABRIELLA
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – MILES
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – GABRIELLA
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- MILES
- EPILOGUE – GABRIELLA
- THE END
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BOOKS BY EMMA HART
Table of Contents
Title Page
COPYRIGHT
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE – MILES
CHAPTER TEN – GABRIELLA
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – MILES
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – GABRIELLA
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – MILES
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – GABRIELLA
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EPILOGUE – GABRIELLA
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BOOKS BY EMMA HART
LOVE LANGUAGE
The Aristocrat Diaries
EMMA HART
Copyright © Emma Hart, 2021
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Editing by Karin Enders
CHAPTER ONE
“Did you hear that the police found a dead body in the bushes by the clock on the town square?”
I jerked my head around to look at Aunt Cat. “Come again?”
“You’re spilling the milk, dear.” She sashayed into the kitchen with her floral skirt twirling about her lower legs.
Oh, balls. So I was.
I quickly righted the milk bottle and put the top back on before I made any more of a mess. I was almost entirely sure that the new housekeeper didn’t like me, and I was desperately trying to get on her good side, so I plucked a cloth from the Belfast sink, ran it under the tap, and wiped up my mess.
“Isn’t that Emily’s job?” Aunt Cat asked, peering over the top of her newspaper from the large kitchen island.
“Yes, but I don’t think she likes me, and she has a radar for when I make a mess.”
“I can fire her if she doesn’t like you.”
“Me being so messy I piss off the staff doesn’t give you grounds to fire them,” I reminded her, rinsing the milk from the dishcloth. “It’s just milk. It’s no big deal. Talk to me about this dead body. Who is it?”
“We don’t know. The police cordoned the area off rather early.” She wrinkled her face up as her eyes scanned the paper.
“You seem disgruntled.”
“Of course I’m disgruntled, Gabriella. I want to know who was stabbed and left to bleed out over the tulips.”
I held up my hand and closed my eyes. Normally, I shared my aunt’s love of murder and the macabre, but I hadn’t had my breakfast yet and I’d had one too many glasses of wine at my friend’s dinner party last night.
“Can I have my breakfast before we get into the details, please?” I put my bowl on the island countertop and opened the drawer for a spoon so I could eat my cereal.