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toward the carriage. "Where is he now?"
"On the far side of the carriage. Hopefully, he'll wake when I put my plan into action."
"Plan?"
"Right. You and I walk out of here, then you scream and distract the innkeeper. I'll disarm the fat one—"
"Are you mad?" she hissed. "That will never work."
"You have a better idea?"
"I'm not allowing some asinine scheme like that when Mr. Dover and Ashley are in the middle of harm's way."
Jack frowned. What? Did the woman think he hadn't thought of her friends? "That's where you come in. You grab Miss Brittany and—"
"No. No, no,
no."
She pushed him back, and Jack complied before he realized what he'd done. She started marching toward the carriage, but Jack grabbed her arm and hauled her back. "What the devil are you doing?"
She shook her arm out of his grasp and rounded on him. "I'm going to fix this."
He moved to block her path. She tried to go around him, but he checked her. "How?"
She glared at him, but he wasn't moving. Finally, she ground out, "By telling that man the truth."
"That his daughter is a trollop?"
"Yes."
"And you think
I'm
mad."
Her eyes grew dark with anger, and Jack actually considered stepping out of her way.
"Not only are you mad." She poked him in the chest, rising on tiptoe so her eyes were almost level with his. "You are the most reckless, most imprudent, most idiotic man I've ever met. Now, quit acting the fool, and get out of my way so I can take care of
your
mishap."
"Lady Madeleine!" Dover called again. "Are you all right? By my calculations, we are now one hour and three minutes behind schedule."
"Jiminy!" she muttered. "We have to keep moving." She turned toward the road. "Yes, I'm coming out!"
Jack scowled at her. Irritating, foolish woman. "So, you want to stroll out there and get yourself killed?"
He was washing his hands of this one. He was done saving people. Let the little chit have her way. And good riddance.
"Go right ahead." He made a show of stepping out of her way.
She raised her chin. "Good."
"Good."
With a nod, she marched past him.
"Just one more thing before you go, my lady."
And he reached out, took her in his arms, and kissed her.
Chapter Six
Maddie tried to pull away, to escape Lord Blackthorne's embrace.
Until his lips touched hers.
The man might be reckless, arrogant, and dashed in the head, but his lips were achingly addictive.
One touch, and she couldn't pull away. One touch, and she didn't want to pull away.
She had been kissed before. More than once, but not more than she could count on one hand. And before this moment, she could honestly say that she didn't care if she were ever kissed again. She'd found the activity boring at best and sloppy at worst.
Blackthorne was neither boring nor sloppy. In fact, he was slow, deliberate, and tantalizing. His lips were firm and cool, so gentle as they brushed against hers that she wasn't even sure at first that he was kissing her.
And then he kissed her again, and this time she felt his mouth move, felt the tingle of plea-sure zing through the sensitive skin of her lips. It almost tickled. She wanted to reach up and rub her lips, but she knew that would not remove the ache.
Only Blackthorne could do so. And he did.
He pushed her back against the tree, cupping her head in his hand so he had complete control. Then he pulled back slightly, and their eyes met.
Maddie's lips were still tingling, and she couldn't help darting her tongue out in an attempt to quell the strange sensation.
His black eyes grew darker yet, and he took her chin between two fingers.
"I'm going to enjoy kissing you," he murmured.
She swallowed and shook her head. "I don't think you should."
One dark eyebrow lifted. "Kiss you or enjoy it?"
"Either," she whispered. She was Lady Madeleine. She shouldn't be allowing this. But already her traitorous gaze had lowered to focus on his mouth. She wanted it on hers again. She wanted more.
"Then tell me to stop," he murmured while his finger
"On the far side of the carriage. Hopefully, he'll wake when I put my plan into action."
"Plan?"
"Right. You and I walk out of here, then you scream and distract the innkeeper. I'll disarm the fat one—"
"Are you mad?" she hissed. "That will never work."
"You have a better idea?"
"I'm not allowing some asinine scheme like that when Mr. Dover and Ashley are in the middle of harm's way."
Jack frowned. What? Did the woman think he hadn't thought of her friends? "That's where you come in. You grab Miss Brittany and—"
"No. No, no,
no."
She pushed him back, and Jack complied before he realized what he'd done. She started marching toward the carriage, but Jack grabbed her arm and hauled her back. "What the devil are you doing?"
She shook her arm out of his grasp and rounded on him. "I'm going to fix this."
He moved to block her path. She tried to go around him, but he checked her. "How?"
She glared at him, but he wasn't moving. Finally, she ground out, "By telling that man the truth."
"That his daughter is a trollop?"
"Yes."
"And you think
I'm
mad."
Her eyes grew dark with anger, and Jack actually considered stepping out of her way.
"Not only are you mad." She poked him in the chest, rising on tiptoe so her eyes were almost level with his. "You are the most reckless, most imprudent, most idiotic man I've ever met. Now, quit acting the fool, and get out of my way so I can take care of
your
mishap."
"Lady Madeleine!" Dover called again. "Are you all right? By my calculations, we are now one hour and three minutes behind schedule."
"Jiminy!" she muttered. "We have to keep moving." She turned toward the road. "Yes, I'm coming out!"
Jack scowled at her. Irritating, foolish woman. "So, you want to stroll out there and get yourself killed?"
He was washing his hands of this one. He was done saving people. Let the little chit have her way. And good riddance.
"Go right ahead." He made a show of stepping out of her way.
She raised her chin. "Good."
"Good."
With a nod, she marched past him.
"Just one more thing before you go, my lady."
And he reached out, took her in his arms, and kissed her.
Chapter Six
Maddie tried to pull away, to escape Lord Blackthorne's embrace.
Until his lips touched hers.
The man might be reckless, arrogant, and dashed in the head, but his lips were achingly addictive.
One touch, and she couldn't pull away. One touch, and she didn't want to pull away.
She had been kissed before. More than once, but not more than she could count on one hand. And before this moment, she could honestly say that she didn't care if she were ever kissed again. She'd found the activity boring at best and sloppy at worst.
Blackthorne was neither boring nor sloppy. In fact, he was slow, deliberate, and tantalizing. His lips were firm and cool, so gentle as they brushed against hers that she wasn't even sure at first that he was kissing her.
And then he kissed her again, and this time she felt his mouth move, felt the tingle of plea-sure zing through the sensitive skin of her lips. It almost tickled. She wanted to reach up and rub her lips, but she knew that would not remove the ache.
Only Blackthorne could do so. And he did.
He pushed her back against the tree, cupping her head in his hand so he had complete control. Then he pulled back slightly, and their eyes met.
Maddie's lips were still tingling, and she couldn't help darting her tongue out in an attempt to quell the strange sensation.
His black eyes grew darker yet, and he took her chin between two fingers.
"I'm going to enjoy kissing you," he murmured.
She swallowed and shook her head. "I don't think you should."
One dark eyebrow lifted. "Kiss you or enjoy it?"
"Either," she whispered. She was Lady Madeleine. She shouldn't be allowing this. But already her traitorous gaze had lowered to focus on his mouth. She wanted it on hers again. She wanted more.
"Then tell me to stop," he murmured while his finger
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