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Chapter Four


Walter, Ram's tiger, gave an audible "harrumph" when Ram agreed to take Miss Reynolds to Brighton. Ram sent a message to his mother to explain his whereabouts, but Miss Reynolds insisted her aunt already thought her bound for Brighton. Off they went, leaving the city behind and heading into the countryside where the air was clear and the undulating hills were lush and green. In spite of himself Ram relaxed, savoring the warm sun and the pleasure of sitting next to the beautiful Diamond.
The blond hair peeking out of her white straw bonnet was like spun sunshine, and her eyes were as green as the fields. The fresh air put a bloom in her cheeks, and Ram thought he had never seen her so radiant.
Any man would be affected by her beauty, he told himself, even if she prized what he most disdained. Fashion. Popularity. Social success. Her values were the same as his uncle's had been, the uncle Ram had hated. He'd given Ram's father the vicarage at Bidenscourt, but little else, only as much as would avoid society's censure.
"It is lovely here," Miss Reynolds said in the same tone she used in drawing rooms.
He saw no need to respond.
She continued, "Have you been to Brighton, Captain?"
"Yes," he replied.
Her verdant eyes widened. "You have?"
He did not tell her it was to perform in full regimentals for the Prince Regent's entertainment.
She sighed. "I have never been there. Is it lovely?"
"Some would say so." He kept his eyes on the road, adding with sarcasm, "I suppose you go there in search of a husband."
"Indeed," she admitted in a tight voice.
Frivolous. He congratulated himself again for not falling under her spell, as so many others had done. Imagine marrying merely to be fashionable.
A moment passed, and he laughed out loud.
"What amuses you?" she asked.
He stole a glance at her, trying to control his outburst. "Nothing of consequence."
He could not tell her he'd suddenly realized just how thoroughly she had bewitched him. It was he, was it not, driving her to Brighton? Not some other besotted fool.
She sighed. "Tell me about Brighton."
Because he could not think of any other way to pass the time, he obliged her, talking about the blueness of the sea, the serenity of the Steyne, the opulence of the Marine Pavilion. She listened, asking questions more perceptive than he would have guessed of her. She smiled at him and held on to her bonnet with one hand, her shoulder bumping against his arm as the curricle swayed. Ram discovered he was quite enjoying himself, almost as if he escorted a sweetheart, instead of the Diamond of the ton.
The road curved, a copse of trees obscuring the view ahead. Ram heard the horn and rumble of an approaching coach and slowed his horses. As he rounded the bend, a mail coach headed straight toward them, a young buck at the reins, a current fashion for foolish young men.
Ram frantically pulled his team to the far left, keeping the ribbons taut to control the horses' panic. The curricle's wheels left the road, slipping on loose dirt. As the coach whizzed by, its back wheel clipped the edge of the curricle, tipping it nearly on its side. Amanda, her bonnet flying from her head, fell from her seat and tumbled down the embankment, rolling until she came to an abrupt stop at the bottom.
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Chapter Five


"God, no!" Ram pulled the horses to a halt. His tiger had already jumped from the curricle. "Take their heads."
Ram scrambled down the slope, pebbles avalanching behind him. He slid to his knees at Amanda's side.
"God, no." Let her be alive. Please, God, let her be alive.
His hands trembled as he pulled off his gloves. Gingerly, his fingers probed her neck while his heart pounded in his chest. Damn that buck on the mail coach. If he crossed paths with that bloody fool he would kill him.
A small pulse in her neck beat against his fingertips. "Thank God," Ram whispered.
He ran his hand down her spine and felt for the bones in her arms and legs. Assured that her spine was undamaged and her limbs unbroken, he cupped his hand against her cheek. Her face was pale, her lips almost colorless. Beautiful Amanda. What had he done to her?
"Is she alive?" Walter called.
"Yes." He'd forgotten his tiger. "She's unconscious."
Ram gathered her limp form into his arms and raced up the slope. "Drive, Walter," he yelled. "We must get her to a doctor."
Ram held Amanda on his lap while Walter raced the curricle to the next village. Walter pulled to a stop at the inn, and Ram yelled to a posting boy to fetch the doctor. He carried Amanda inside, and the innkeeper quickly showed him to a room two flights above stairs. Only then did Ram release her, gently laying her on the bed.
The innkeeper's wife bustled in. "Merciful heaven!" exclaimed the round-faced, matronly woman. "What mishap befell her?"
"Curricle accident. She hit her head." Ram carefully removed Amanda's gloves.
"Poor lamb." The woman clucked her tongue in sympathy. "The doctor will be here soon, I am sure. Your wife will be in good hands. "
His wife?
He would allow them to assume he was her husband, and provide them with false names. No one would question his right to decide her care.
The innkeeper's wife smiled reassuringly. "Let us remove her clothes, shall we? Make the lamb more comfortable."
Undress the Diamond? "Yes. Yes. Of course," he mumbled, hesitating a moment before easing Amanda's arms out of her spencer, while the woman removed her shoes and stockings. Ram unlaced her dress, lifting her so that the woman could pull it over her head. He then removed the corselet she wore underneath, leaving her only in her shift.
"Let's put your poor lamb under the covers, shall we?" the woman said. "She is a fine beauty, she is."
Ram picked her up again, so that the covers could be turned down. He tried not to think of how she felt in his arms, so soft, so delicate. As he tucked the covers around her, his wrist grazed her breast, the deep pink of her nipple visible through the thin fabric.
"I'll fetch some fresh water," the innkeeper's wife said. She left the room.
Ram gazed down at Amanda. Please, God, he pleaded silently. Do not let her die.
As if in answer to his prayer, she moaned and her eyes fluttered open, fixing on him. The ghost of a smile flickered on her lips. "Christian," she whispered.
"I am here, Amanda." He clutched her small, delicate hand in his larger one. "I will not leave you."

 
 

 

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Chapter Six


"Keep her quiet and sedated." The doctor pressed a vial of laudanum into Ram's hand, coughed, and tottered out the door, the odor of gin and sweat wafting behind him.
Ram put the laudanum in his pocket. The doctor had examined Amanda in a most cursory manner, merely checking her pulse with his dirty hand. Thank God she'd been barely conscious or he'd have given her a fright.
Keep her sedated, indeed. Ram had no intention of listening to that charlatan. In Spain one of his men had been knocked unconscious. When the man roused, the surgeon who'd tended him had said, "Fall asleep, you'll never wake up. March and survive." The man marched and survived, and so would Amanda. Ram would make certain of it.
He returned to her bedside. "Wake up, Amanda!"
Her eyelids fluttered. "No," she whimpered.
He sat next to her on the bed and gently lifted her to a sitting position, using the tone he'd often taken with his sisters. "Wake, love. Do not sleep longer. Come, come now."
She turned her face to him and opened her eyes. After staring for several seconds, she spoke in a slurred voice. "What are you doing in my bedchamber, Captain?"
He brushed the hair off her forehead with his fingers. "I am not in your bedchamber. We are at an inn."
"An inn?" She squeezed her eyes shut. "My head hurts."
"Indeed," he murmured. "You had a nasty fall."
She made no effort to move away. "I do not remember it."
"That is fortunate." Some of her hairpins slipped out, and he removed the rest, freeing her shimmering blond locks to tumble down her back. Amanda leaned against him, her curves soft and warm under his touch.
"My poor darling," he murmured.
A knock sounded, and Ram quickly stood. The innkeeper's wife entered, carrying a tray laden with food, tea and wine. "A bit of *******ment for your lady and yerself, m'lord." She deposited the tray on a table next to the bed.
Ram smiled at her kindness. "Thank you. I wonder if I might trouble you to stay with…to stay for a few moments? I would like to speak to my man." He needed to tell Walter she would recover. He also needed to warn him that his employer had suddenly acquired a new name…and a wife.
"You are leaving?" cried Amanda.
He squeezed her hand. "Only for a moment."
* * *
In the taproom, a place filled with smoke, noise and the scent of strong ale, one man nudged his companion. "There 'e is."
He inclined his head toward Captain Ramsford, who'd crossed the room to speak with his tiger.
The men obscured their faces with their hands. "His lordship ain't going to like it by half. If the chit is in one piece, this fellow's going to bed her." The man took a swig of ale. "Tempting piece. I'd bed her myself, I would."
"Dolt!" His stout friend swatted him across the head. "Greythorne will strike you with that whip of his, for talk like that."
The captain crossed the room again, and the two men dipped their heads. The thin man checked under his coat where he'd stuffed a woman's battered white straw bonnet.

 
 

 

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Chapter Seven


Amanda lay with her eyes closed, feeling as if a score of hammers had pummeled on every muscle and bone in her body. The hammers had settled in her head, which throbbed with pain. Her thoughts would not remain in order, but Christian Ramsford seemed to fill them. She had the delicious notion that he'd sat next to her on her bed, nonsensical as it was. She smiled, and rolled to her side, drifting away from the pain.
"Amanda!"
She opened her eyes. Ramsford sat inches from her face, his expression stern. She must have done some new thing of which he disapproved. How she wished he could like her a little.
"Stay awake, Amanda."
She blinked her eyes, but shafts of pain cut through her temples. "Do excuse me, Captain. I seem to have a headache."
She heard a soft chuckle, and his arms encircled her, lifting her up so that she sat against the pillows again. She did not wish him to let go.
"Open your eyes, Amanda."
She opened her eyelids a narrow slit. Two Captain Ramsfords sat before her, each holding forth a cup.
"Drink some tea."
She gave a polite smile as the two focused into one. "Thank you very much, but I do not care for tea at present."
"Drink it."
He put the cup to her lips and she discovered she could drink the tea and keep her eyes closed at the same time. She might even be able to drift back to glorious sleep….
"Stay awake."
She blinked several times. He sat with her on the bed, holding the cup to her lips. The rest of the room, still blurry, was unfamiliar.
"Captain, I do not perfectly understand where we are."
He smiled at her. Kindly, she thought. "We are at an inn. The curricle had a mishap and you tumbled out."
Memory suddenly returned. Her need to marry. Greythorne's visit. Ramsford's unexpected arrival. Her visit to Devlin and, biggest folly of all, her insistence upon going to Brighton. Now she was alone with a single man in as compromising a situation as one could imagine.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Where is my dress?"
The captain moved off the bed. He spoke stiffly. "It was soiled by your fall. It is being laundered."
She clutched at her head and found her hair loose about her. "My hair is down!"
Ram straightened. "I assure you, Miss Reynolds, my intentions and my behavior have been honorable."
Amanda glanced at him, though it hurt to look up far enough to reach his face. His expression was flinty. She needed him to smile at her again, to murmur kind words to her. Otherwise, she would feel entirely alone.
He went on. "Nothing will come of this. I have provided false names, and no one besides the innkeeper, his wife and the doctor have seen you."
Amanda tried to compose herself. She most feared he would leave her again. Tears stung her eyes and she dragged her fingers through her hair, frantically trying to tame it.
He came to her side again, but his gaze had turned soft. He took a strand of her hair in his fingers. "Would you like me to put your hair in a braid?"
Overcome by the effect of his nearness, she could only nod. He sat next to her again, and her nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of him. His fingers carefully worked at the tangles in her hair. He gently caressed her scalp, and a wave of pleasure shot through her.
"Oh," she exclaimed.
He stilled. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she said, her voice breathy. "You did not hurt me."

 
 

 

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Chapter Eight


Her tresses felt like silk as they slipped through Ram's fingers. She'd let the covers slip from her body, and he was too aware that only the thinnest layer of muslin lay between his fingers and her bare skin.
He proceeded to plait her hair.
She sighed. "You braid well. Did you wear a pigtail like the Hussars?"
"Not that." Ram made an effort to sound unaffected by her. "I had many sisters and not enough servants."
"How many sisters?" she asked.
"Four. All younger."
She sighed again. "I had no sisters or brothers. I can hardly imagine it. I suppose one might never have to be alone."
"Exactly so. One is rarely alone." He finished the braid. "I need something to tie this, or we'll soon be back where we started."
"There's a ribbon on my shift." She pulled at it. "I cannot get it off."
The ribbon decorated the front of her shift and was certainly long enough to tie up her hair. Ram handed her the braid and took a small penknife from his pocket. When he grasped the front of her shift, he inadvertently exposed her naked breasts to his view. With trembling fingers, he cut the threads holding the ribbon, hoping she would not see the evidence of how she affected him.
He quickly tied the ribbon around her braid, wrapping it around twice and pulling it tight.
As he let go, she slid back under the covers. "I shall sleep now."
"No sleep, Amanda." He lifted her up again. With his hands on both her shoulders, he forced her to look at him. "You must stay awake. Do you understand?"
She nodded and closed her eyes. Her chin dropped to her chest.
"Damn." He lifted her off the bed and placed her feet on the floor. "We march, love."
"No," she whimpered, but he felt her begin to support herself.
"That's the way, love," he whispered.
But instead of walking, her hands slid up his chest and encircled his neck. Ram, surging with desire, grabbed her waist and pressed her against him. Reason was in flight. Primitive urges prevailed.
"Remove your boots," she murmured.
"My boots?"
"Otherwise you will disturb the poor people below stairs with your clomping about."
He laughed at his folly, thinking she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He removed his boots and put his arm around her for support. "Time to walk, Amanda."
The room was very small. He could take only about five or six paces from wall to wall. Ram made a semicircular path around the bed and back again, but her eyes turned glassy and he feared she'd fallen asleep.
"Talk to me," he commanded.
"Very well," she murmured sleepily. They took several paces before she spoke. "We had lovely weather this day, did we not?"
"Yes." Ram felt a trifle more in control.
"So much nicer than the rain of late, don't you agree?"
"Much nicer," he agreed.
"I believe it has been a cold spring. Perhaps summer will be so as well."
They turned and started in the next direction. "Amanda?"
"Yes, Christian?"
His heart turned a somersault at her use of his given name. "Have you a great deal more to say about the weather?"
Her step faltered. "Why do you ask?"
He made her continue to walk. "Because you are putting me to sleep."
She laughed, the sound as musical as his sisters' fingers on the pianoforte. "Then perhaps we ought to sleep together."

 
 

 

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