Lords of Retribution (Lords of Avalon series)

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your engagement with Mr. Madingly?” Trevan asked her as he led her slowly along the pathway.
    “ It went as well as it could go, I suppose. I just told him I needed some space and time to think, that I felt it unwise to remain engaged at this time. He was upset.”
    “Gabriel mentioned the same to me . He said he seemed angry. Do you want me to talk to him, Wenna?” Trevan offered.
    “No, Trevan . I say, leave him be. Let him get over it alone.”
    “So then, you are my girl again?” Trevan grinned at her.
    “No.” Wenna shook her head. “I am my on my own right now Trevan, and no one’s woman. You are merely courting me,” Wenna said pointedly. An amused smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
    Trevan’s grin faded . Well, he’d have to play her game, even if he didn’t like it. “Very well then, Miss Penrose, will you join me tomorrow afternoon for a drive and a picnic?”
    “Where will we be going?”
    “That is a surprise. I’ll come for you at eleven.”
    “Eleven will work well for me.”
    “Very good.” Trevan had hoped they would end in the summerhouse and make love as they’d used to. He could already see that Wenna was going to make things difficult for him. He knew he’d do whatever it took to get her back. Still he was impatient. He wanted to kiss her. When he stopped walking and turned toward her, he saw her close her eyes in anticipation of his kiss. He decided she could wait.
    Two could play at this game. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly down her arm then he asked, “Do you have something in your eye, Wenna?”
    Wenna’s eyes flew open. “What?” There was no mistaking his amused grin. She squared her shoulders. “No, I don’t have anything in my eye.” She sighed then cleared her throat. “I must be weary. Perhaps we should go inside the Manor?”
    “As you wish, Miss Penrose.” Trevan grinned boldly. How he loved to tease Wenna.
    Wenna accepted the arm Trevan offered her. He led her back into the Manor and to the drawing room to join the others.
     
    Trevan had already planned to stay the night at Fairy Cross. At eleven o’clock sharp, he drove Gabriel’s smart phaeton up the drive of Callywith Manor.
    “Hello, Trevan.” Senny greeted him with a wide smile as she made her way back toward the manor. She carried a basket of cut roses on her arm.
    “Miss Zenny. ” Trevan nodded as he stepped down from the curricle. He followed her into the entry hall.
    “Wenna waits for you in the parlour,” Senny advised him.
    Trevan sucked in his breath at the sight of his lovely Wenna. Gone were her everyday clothes of brown and dark, practical colors. Today she wore a rich sapphire colored walking dress. Her brilliant auburn hair was more ornately coiffed than usual. It pleased him to know she thought today was special.
    S he smiled like the Wenna of old. She gave him a genuine, happy smile. God, but Wenna Penrose was a beautiful woman! Her gown was well fitting and showed off her shapely figure. The woman had curves in all the right places, as he well remembered. It was going to be difficult to keep his hands from her today, this he knew!
    “You look beautiful, Wenna, ” Trevan forced himself to speak.
    Wenna felt her cheeks stain pink. She couldn’t remember the last time Trevan had made her blush. “Thank you, Trevan.”
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes. I am.”
    “ Let me just say hello to Robert. Will you join me?”
    “Of course.”
     
    Once on their way, the couple fell into easy conversation, talking of this and that, whatever came to mind. Trevan even relayed some particularly interesting news regarding some of their acquaintances here in Cornwall he had heard while in London.
    “Where are we going?” Wenna finally asked when she noted the direction they were heading.
    “To Restormel . It’s a beautiful day, and I was thinking it is a perfect setting for our picnic. We always enjoy ourselves there.” Trevan looked to her.
    Wenna remembered the last time

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