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questions between them.
All that would be rectified once they
met in London. Of course, that was his fear as well. While his
friends had finally found a one and only love, none of their paths
had been easy and often the obstacles were outright dangerous to
the health of those involved. Those concerns bothered Dillon also.
Was he borrowing trouble or would he have to endure some pain and
difficulty in the future, all because of one woman who he happened
to meet on a rainy day in the country and, who was gradually
stealing his heart away?
* * *
Emily was beginning to feel guilty for
being less than honest with Dillon. Oh, she hadn’t actually lied to
him, but she hadn’t told him that her father had been a professor
at Oxford either. She was a gentleman’s daughter while Dillon was a
commoner. She knew that such was unimportant between them but, as
their relationship developed, would it become an issue? She
sincerely hoped not. It wasn’t as though she would put the class
difference between them, but she was afraid one day he would. Her
uncle and aunt had warned her to not become involved with the local
gentlemen because they would be uncomfortable and see her above
them in their station. They had told her that some may even try to
court her, but doubted anyone would be serious enough to ask for
her hand. Their simple lifestyle of trade and financial worries
would be too much of a hardship for her. Though Emily tried to
assure her aunt and uncle that would not be the case, they
convinced her it was best to avoid the situation until at least she
had been to London for the season.
The guilt of having kept her secret
meetings with Dillon from her aunt and uncle were eating at Emily
as well. Of course if anyone ever learned she would be entirely,
unequivocally ruined, but that wasn’t what bothered her. What
worried her was that perhaps Dillon was only toying with her,
without ever seriously considering her for a future. How often had
he reminded her of her London season to come? How often had she had
to remind him that it wasn’t her season but that of Claresta? He
simply smiled and shook his head as if he didn’t really believe
her. Should she tell him who she really was so he would understand
that she didn’t intend to search for a wealthy, titled husband in
that city? Would the circumstances of her guardian brand her as
being more of a lady than she truly was? Oh, if only she had been
around common folk more often and not the gentry that had visited
her father and now the duke, Emily would know. Or at least she
would have an idea of how he would react, or possibly what he was
even thinking now.
As she turned up the lane to the
cottage, Emily decided discussing it would probably do no good
anyway. Every time she had broached the subject of her birth with
her aunt and uncle, or tried to remind Dillon that she was nothing
more than who she was, they smiled indulgently at her, as if not
really believing. Emily was afraid the only way any of them would
understand would be when she returned in the summer, unattached and
still herself. What if Dillon met someone else in the time she was
gone? What did she stand to lose by leaving to join her friend?
Emily didn’t want to think on it too strongly. She already knew her
heart was more involved with Dillon than she ever thought possible.
Yes, she was falling in love with the handsome, witty, charming and
intelligent man and she knew she would never meet anyone like him
again.
Emily rode to the cottage and stopped
in the yard without dismounting and looked around. She loved it
here. Dillon walked out from the barn when he saw Emily, but
stepped back into the shadows. Upon seeing him in the barn, Emily
lifted her hand to wave, but Dillon’s serious expression and a
quick negative shake of his head prompted her to lower her arm and
look around. It was then she saw that her uncle was approaching.
Why was he here? Had he find out that she had been meeting Dillon
in secret?
All that would be rectified once they
met in London. Of course, that was his fear as well. While his
friends had finally found a one and only love, none of their paths
had been easy and often the obstacles were outright dangerous to
the health of those involved. Those concerns bothered Dillon also.
Was he borrowing trouble or would he have to endure some pain and
difficulty in the future, all because of one woman who he happened
to meet on a rainy day in the country and, who was gradually
stealing his heart away?
* * *
Emily was beginning to feel guilty for
being less than honest with Dillon. Oh, she hadn’t actually lied to
him, but she hadn’t told him that her father had been a professor
at Oxford either. She was a gentleman’s daughter while Dillon was a
commoner. She knew that such was unimportant between them but, as
their relationship developed, would it become an issue? She
sincerely hoped not. It wasn’t as though she would put the class
difference between them, but she was afraid one day he would. Her
uncle and aunt had warned her to not become involved with the local
gentlemen because they would be uncomfortable and see her above
them in their station. They had told her that some may even try to
court her, but doubted anyone would be serious enough to ask for
her hand. Their simple lifestyle of trade and financial worries
would be too much of a hardship for her. Though Emily tried to
assure her aunt and uncle that would not be the case, they
convinced her it was best to avoid the situation until at least she
had been to London for the season.
The guilt of having kept her secret
meetings with Dillon from her aunt and uncle were eating at Emily
as well. Of course if anyone ever learned she would be entirely,
unequivocally ruined, but that wasn’t what bothered her. What
worried her was that perhaps Dillon was only toying with her,
without ever seriously considering her for a future. How often had
he reminded her of her London season to come? How often had she had
to remind him that it wasn’t her season but that of Claresta? He
simply smiled and shook his head as if he didn’t really believe
her. Should she tell him who she really was so he would understand
that she didn’t intend to search for a wealthy, titled husband in
that city? Would the circumstances of her guardian brand her as
being more of a lady than she truly was? Oh, if only she had been
around common folk more often and not the gentry that had visited
her father and now the duke, Emily would know. Or at least she
would have an idea of how he would react, or possibly what he was
even thinking now.
As she turned up the lane to the
cottage, Emily decided discussing it would probably do no good
anyway. Every time she had broached the subject of her birth with
her aunt and uncle, or tried to remind Dillon that she was nothing
more than who she was, they smiled indulgently at her, as if not
really believing. Emily was afraid the only way any of them would
understand would be when she returned in the summer, unattached and
still herself. What if Dillon met someone else in the time she was
gone? What did she stand to lose by leaving to join her friend?
Emily didn’t want to think on it too strongly. She already knew her
heart was more involved with Dillon than she ever thought possible.
Yes, she was falling in love with the handsome, witty, charming and
intelligent man and she knew she would never meet anyone like him
again.
Emily rode to the cottage and stopped
in the yard without dismounting and looked around. She loved it
here. Dillon walked out from the barn when he saw Emily, but
stepped back into the shadows. Upon seeing him in the barn, Emily
lifted her hand to wave, but Dillon’s serious expression and a
quick negative shake of his head prompted her to lower her arm and
look around. It was then she saw that her uncle was approaching.
Why was he here? Had he find out that she had been meeting Dillon
in secret?
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