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Authors: Juliet Waldron
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Miss Grace possesses a romantic nature.”
“Unlucky, though, that we had to run like that,” Angelica observed with a sigh. “A cup of tea would’ve been lovely. Not to mention breakfast.”
“A few more moments in bed with you would’ve been lovely, too,” he observed, flashing a grin back at her.
“A gentleman would not mention that again.” She enhanced the reproof with a smart, sisterly cuff to his shoulder.
Jack responded by chuckling. “Dear Miss TenBroeck, you are quite right. Another few minutes of kissing that sweet mouth of yours, and I fear that I wouldn’t have been in a responsible frame of mind at all.”
“Shouldn’t we be going faster?” Angelica was cross, with herself, and with him, too.
“Well, I’m taking a chance, but the best thing is not to go off at a gallop. We should look as if we have no particular reason to hurry.”
Now, dressed and riding together again, the episode in the bedroom was swiftly taking on the fading tingle of a naughty dream. And what was that she had seen shining from Jack’s translucent eyes?
Danger? Or is it, she thought with a sudden shiver, a—promise?
How sweet his kisses, how disarming his flirtatious wiles! But, oh! What might have happened if they had been left undisturbed?
How easy it would’ve been, she thought, letting a delicious wicked thrill run through her, to just let him go on, to lie back in those strong arms and let his knowing caresses carry me...
“Are you cold, Miss TenBroeck?” Jack’s question had to be a response to her shifting and shivering. “It is a great deal colder than yesterday.”
“Yes,” she agreed, sternly putting away
the
fantasy. “But see over there?” She pointed west to a blue line appearing on the other side of the sullen, choppy Tappan Zee. “The clouds are breaking. With luck, the sun will come and we shall soon be warmer.”
Jack wasn’t so optimistic. “Then it will blow up a brisk wind and freeze us again,” he said. “Well, lean against me, miss. That should help a bit.”
This morning there were more lines at the corners of his clear, gray eyes. His uncombed fair hair blew in a tangle.
As they trotted along, her arms around his waist, her cheek against his broad back, Angelica felt a heady, perilous glow. Here, six long years after losing ‘Bram, was that incredible feeling again!
Her heart ached and soared, a response she’d believed had died forever, along with her first sweetheart. Another shiver shook her from head to toe as she realized that since their escape, less than twenty-four hours ago, she was falling—madly, imprudently, unaccountably—in love.
Chapter Six
“ The major can’t just be chasing me, could he?” she finally asked.
They were cresting a hill. Below them lay Tarrytown, another neat, steep gabled cluster of Dutch houses. The place had only lately been affected with English sprawl. The streets bustled with market day. Soon they were ambling in the wake of drovers whose sheep filled the road.
“Well, I’d say Armistead is probably on his way—officially, anyhow—to collect supplies. Unofficially, he can look for you. And we learned from the girl that he’s got a fine story made up. It appears I’m the one who carried you off.”
“I only hope my cousins are all right...that the boys didn’t catch cold from the water.”
“Boys that age are tough. What bothers me is those blackguards didn’t know whether they could swim or not when they tossed them in.”
“I know. It’s too horrible to think about.”
After a time, Jack said, “We’ll find something to eat, then we’ll head for the quays and look for a ship. There is no other way with Armistead on our heels.”
An hour later, they were roaming through the cookshops and shanties that lined the quays, eating chops off the bone. Hal, reins looped over his neck, followed his master like an enormous dog . Jack talked to the sailors at likely looking ships dockside.
He told
“Unlucky, though, that we had to run like that,” Angelica observed with a sigh. “A cup of tea would’ve been lovely. Not to mention breakfast.”
“A few more moments in bed with you would’ve been lovely, too,” he observed, flashing a grin back at her.
“A gentleman would not mention that again.” She enhanced the reproof with a smart, sisterly cuff to his shoulder.
Jack responded by chuckling. “Dear Miss TenBroeck, you are quite right. Another few minutes of kissing that sweet mouth of yours, and I fear that I wouldn’t have been in a responsible frame of mind at all.”
“Shouldn’t we be going faster?” Angelica was cross, with herself, and with him, too.
“Well, I’m taking a chance, but the best thing is not to go off at a gallop. We should look as if we have no particular reason to hurry.”
Now, dressed and riding together again, the episode in the bedroom was swiftly taking on the fading tingle of a naughty dream. And what was that she had seen shining from Jack’s translucent eyes?
Danger? Or is it, she thought with a sudden shiver, a—promise?
How sweet his kisses, how disarming his flirtatious wiles! But, oh! What might have happened if they had been left undisturbed?
How easy it would’ve been, she thought, letting a delicious wicked thrill run through her, to just let him go on, to lie back in those strong arms and let his knowing caresses carry me...
“Are you cold, Miss TenBroeck?” Jack’s question had to be a response to her shifting and shivering. “It is a great deal colder than yesterday.”
“Yes,” she agreed, sternly putting away
the
fantasy. “But see over there?” She pointed west to a blue line appearing on the other side of the sullen, choppy Tappan Zee. “The clouds are breaking. With luck, the sun will come and we shall soon be warmer.”
Jack wasn’t so optimistic. “Then it will blow up a brisk wind and freeze us again,” he said. “Well, lean against me, miss. That should help a bit.”
This morning there were more lines at the corners of his clear, gray eyes. His uncombed fair hair blew in a tangle.
As they trotted along, her arms around his waist, her cheek against his broad back, Angelica felt a heady, perilous glow. Here, six long years after losing ‘Bram, was that incredible feeling again!
Her heart ached and soared, a response she’d believed had died forever, along with her first sweetheart. Another shiver shook her from head to toe as she realized that since their escape, less than twenty-four hours ago, she was falling—madly, imprudently, unaccountably—in love.
Chapter Six
“ The major can’t just be chasing me, could he?” she finally asked.
They were cresting a hill. Below them lay Tarrytown, another neat, steep gabled cluster of Dutch houses. The place had only lately been affected with English sprawl. The streets bustled with market day. Soon they were ambling in the wake of drovers whose sheep filled the road.
“Well, I’d say Armistead is probably on his way—officially, anyhow—to collect supplies. Unofficially, he can look for you. And we learned from the girl that he’s got a fine story made up. It appears I’m the one who carried you off.”
“I only hope my cousins are all right...that the boys didn’t catch cold from the water.”
“Boys that age are tough. What bothers me is those blackguards didn’t know whether they could swim or not when they tossed them in.”
“I know. It’s too horrible to think about.”
After a time, Jack said, “We’ll find something to eat, then we’ll head for the quays and look for a ship. There is no other way with Armistead on our heels.”
An hour later, they were roaming through the cookshops and shanties that lined the quays, eating chops off the bone. Hal, reins looped over his neck, followed his master like an enormous dog . Jack talked to the sailors at likely looking ships dockside.
He told
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