Loving Rose: The Redemption of Malcolm Sinclair: 3 (Casebook of Barnaby Adair)

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Despite the crowd, Thomas had only had eyes for Rose, and she for him. He’d spoken his vows clearly and had meant every word—to love, honor, and cherish. Forever. Until death finally and truly parted them. And even after that. The day had been a golden one; the celebrations had lasted for days. The warmth with which so many had embraced him remained with Thomas, a potent reminder that, indeed, he was no longer the man he once had been. Autumn spiced the air on the day they returned to London over two months later, and, at Thomas’s insistence, he, Rose, William, and Alice went walking up South Audley Street, then turned off to stroll past the Audley chapel and into the graveyard beyond. Her hand tucked into the crook of Thomas’s arm, Rose walked beside him along the paved path that led through the graveyard. He had recovered from the injuries sustained in his fall from the Seddington House roof, and, once again, carried his cane more for safety’s sake than any constant need. William and Alice ranged ahead, one on either side of the path, reading the names on the gravestones and calling out the more remarkable for each other’s amusement. Rose—now Rosalind once more, but to Thomas she would always be his Rose—hugged his arm and looked up at him. Caught his eye when he looked down at her. “Why are we here?” Rose hadn’t pressed for a specific destination when they’d left Seddington House, now fully staffed and functioning again; when she’d asked where they were going, Thomas had said that there was one place he needed to visit before they headed off to Cornwall, to claim the belongings they’d left at the manor, hire new caretakers, and put all in order for their return to Seddington Grange for Christmas. Now, surrounded by the graves of the fashionable, Rose wondered what particular piece of his complex past he’d come there to put to rest. Glancing around, she asked, “Have we come to visit a grave?” “Yes, we have. Or”—he looked ahead—“I have, at least.” After a moment—his usual moment of considering how much to reveal—he looked down at her. “Her name most likely will mean nothing to you—she was an old lady when I knew her, and that was twenty and more years ago. But I wanted to pay my respects . . . before moving on.” Raising his head, he faced forward. Intrigued, Rose looked around as they walked on. He pointed with his cane. “Her grave should be somewhere around there, I think.” They detoured into that section, taking the narrower paths between the sets of graves. “There it is.” He waved his cane at a neat, elegant, but not ostentatious marble-topped grave. The headstone, surmounted by a lute-playing angel, was clean, the plot well-cared for. Settling her arm snugly in his, Rose halted by his side at the foot of the grave. “Edith Balmain.”

I have just reread this book because I had forgotten the story line and liked once again.So simple but enjoyable even though it's a story of murder and kidnapping.

This is another title in the Barnaby Adair series and just as good as the others before it

Having read many books by Stephanie Laurens and occasionally finding them formulaic, I was delighted to find a new trope and a development of character i had not encountered before. I had not read the story of Malcolm Sinclair, so was discovering what he was like as Stephanie helped readers like me understand Thomas' former persona. I found him a likeable person and particularly enjoyed the way he related to Homer, the intelligent little boy in the story. Also very different and fascinating was the prologue, describing the time Thomas spent in the monastery while convalescing from his injuries.it was nice to meet again the by now familiar detective team and the way the men have accepted their wives' active help in their investigations.It took me some time to correctly guess who the real villain was. Anyway, I would recommend you read this book if you enjoy a romance where sex scenes are kept pretty much under control - well compared to other Laurens' novels !-and like to have the added interest of an adventure and a police investigation.

The writer uses too many synonymes to discribe the characters feelings ...