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Chapter Nine


Blood surged through his veins, though reason told him Amanda merely wanted to sleep, not sleep with him. He made her walk some more.
"Do you not have town gossip to talk of?" he asked her.
She frowned. "I detest gossip. One does not mind so much sharing good news, but would you not dislike your misfortunes being someone else's entertainment?"
He glanced at her, almost wishing she'd not revealed this more complex side of herself. It made her that much harder to resist. He continued walking her around the room, while she asked him questions about himself. About growing up with sisters. About attending school. About the war.
"A soldier's life is not a fit topic for a lady," he said.
"Was it very bad?" Her face tilted to his, sympathy glistening in her eyes. With her finger she reached up and traced the scar on his temple. "How did you get this?"
He stared into her beautiful eyes, trying to use them to block the memory. "A French chasseur slashed me with his sabre."
Her lips parted. Her finger touched the scar again.
Ram kept his hands on her waist, but, with effort, held her at a careful distance. "We must walk," he said, guiding her back to their path. "And talk of other things."
Somehow, she got him talking about his family, about his uncle's lack of generosity, about how his mother and sisters so often went without new dresses, how his uncle sent him to school, but never with enough funds so that he often went hungry. He told her how his father, a good man, forgave his uncle, though Ram never would. He told her how he would rather remain a soldier than accept his uncle's life, though he owed it to his sisters to make sure the estate prospered. So he would give up soldiering and make certain his sisters were launched successfully and his parents cared for. But he intended to never set foot in town, if he could help it.
He'd given her his coat to keep her warm as the night's chill found its way through cracks in the windows. The fire died down, and he left her side to tend it. When he turned back to her, she had collapsed in the chair.
"Oh, no, you don't." Ramsford pulled her upright.
She put her hand to her forehead. "Truly, I am a little fatigued. Must we walk?"
He brought his own hand to cover hers at her brow. "Is your head still aching?"
She gave a wan smile. "The pain is not so bad."
He cupped her cheek, wishing he could remove all her pain. "Perhaps you might eat a little." They had not touched the food.
She sat on the bed and he on the chair, the table between them. It was so companionable he'd forgotten she was the glittering Diamond of London ballrooms. Here in this inn, she was soft and warm and belonged to him alone. He pulled the cork from the bottle of wine and drank, hoping to dampen his raging desire for her.
When they finished eating, he said, "Time to walk again."
He pulled her to her feet, but she collapsed against him. "I'm sorry, Captain. My legs do not seem to operate properly."
"Back to the bed, then, but you must remain awake." He lifted her onto the bed.
She immediately burrowed under the covers and closed her eyes.
"Oh, no," he said. "Sit up and talk to me." He joined her on the bed so that he could jostle her awake if she dozed.
She nestled against him. "Tell me of your sisters."
So he talked of his sisters, until his eyes grew heavy and he had to force them open again. He told her every funny thing they'd ever done, all the silly things they'd said. She laughed, sounding more like a little girl herself.
But, as she leaned against him, he was reminded of just how much woman she was, and of how much he liked having her all to himself. Dawn could not be more than an hour or two away. He'd soon be forced to part from her, to watch her again across crowded ballrooms amidst admiring gentlemen, like a diamond on velvet.

 
 

 

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Chapter Ten


When Amanda woke, the first rays of the sun were peeking into the chilly room. The fire had burned down to embers, but she did not feel the cold.
Ramsford nearly covered her with his body, warming her in a manner she'd never before experienced. One of his hands cupped her breast and she could feel his warm moist breath against the sensitive skin of her neck. Most alarming, however, was the male part of him, hard and erect underneath his buckskins, pressing firm against her thigh.
She stifled a giggle. It was scandalous, she knew, but it felt oh so lovely to have him next to her. Her head still pained her, but she could not regret any of this. As terrible as it had started out, the previous day had been the very best of her whole life.
The captain — Christian, she smiled to herself — had cosseted her more than any other person, except possibly Nanny, but Nanny had died so long ago. He'd held her and braided her hair and worried about her and talked to her, telling her all about his life, actually sharing it with her. It was quite the nicest gift anyone had ever given her. When he talked about his sisters, Amanda felt as if she actually knew them. How she wished she had grown up with them. How lovely it would have been to always have someone around one could talk to without fear of being corrected or instructed on how one ought to behave.
She sighed, and he shifted, nestling his head on her chest. She dared to move her hand so that she could touch the soft hair on his head, as straight and severe as he had been during the day, now tousled like a small boy's.
What a good man he was. So honorable. So devoted to his family. So clearly loving his sisters. She marveled at how unselfish he was, to give up his wish to remain in the cavalry, as nonsensical as that seemed to her, in order to ensure his sisters were cared for. She'd never imagined such love existed — to give up one's greatest desire for someone else.
She sighed again. This time he groaned and pressed his lips against her neck. She felt his tongue tease her nerves.
"Mmm," he murmured, as if enjoying the taste.
His fingers pressed into the flesh of her breast, and even through the fabric of her shift, she could feel his palm scraping her nipple. An ache grew from deep within her. Not like the aching in her head, but a delicious, torturous ache, one that made her yearn for more.
Almost involuntarily she tightened her arms around him and arched her back. To her surprise, he moved over her, still kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek. As he settled over her, it seemed natural for her to part her legs, although it allowed that hard male part of him access to her most private place. As he pressed against her, her ache grew stronger, more exquisite. She arched her back again and pulled up her shift so that there were fewer layers of cloth separating them. He pressed against her and released, pressed and released, in a rhythm that built something glorious inside her, something that seemed almost within reach.
She moaned with the pleasure of it all. He stilled.
"My God!" He pushed off her and slid from the bed, barely righting himself on the cold floor. "My God, Amanda."


 
 

 

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Chapter Eleven


Ram cursed himself. What insanity had befallen him? He'd been in bed with her, halfway to gratifying his lust. In his sleep, no less.
He had fallen asleep, allowed her to fall asleep.
"Amanda." He spun around, terrified he might find her unconscious.
She sat staring wide-eyed at him. Her braid had come undone and her golden hair fell over her shoulders in tangled curls. Her full breasts rose with each rapid breath, straining against the cloth of her shift, breasts that had felt round and firm under his fingers. He longed to explore them again, to taste them, to lose himself inside her.
Ram's erection pressed painfully against his buckskins, well visible to her eye. He turned away. What kind of scoundrel was he? What kind of reprobate? He was supposed to have kept her awake, not ravish her, not rut her like some animal.
He could not even speak an apology. What words could be said for what he had done?
She took a ragged breath.
He glanced back at her. "Does your head pain you?"
"It is bearable." She sat hugging her knees, looking small and vulnerable.
"Can you travel?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Very well." He strung his neckcloth around his neck and retrieved his waistcoat from the chair. Buttoning it, he looked around for his boots and shoved his feet into them. Grabbing his coat, he walked to the door. "I shall send the innkeeper's wife with your dress."
He strode out of the room and finished dressing in the hallway before going below stairs to find the innkeeper's wife.
An hour passed, enough time to find Walter and tell him to see to the curricle, even enough time to eat a little, washing the food down with two tankards of ale. Enough time to compose himself so he could face her again.
The innkeeper's wife passed him as he left the taproom. "Your wife is all dressed and waiting for you, poor lamb."
He murmured some cordiality and trudged up the stairs. When he opened the door of the room, Amanda was seated on the bed. The tray of food he'd sent up looked untouched, and she barely turned her eyes toward him.
He felt his shame flood back. "Are you certain you are fit to travel?"
She nodded. "I want to go home."
"Not to Brighton?" he asked.
"Home." She looked as if she might dissolve into tears any minute, and why should she not? She'd placed her trust in him and he had treated her abominably.
His heart beat painfully in his chest as he walked over to the window and back again to face her. "Miss Reynolds, I…I will not ask your forgiveness for my appalling behavior. It was unforgivable."
She averted her face.
He stiffened his back. "I have compromised you most thoroughly, and honor demands I make amends."
She appeared even more beautiful than when she'd graced London's ballrooms, he thought. He wanted nothing more than to hold her again, to kiss away the distress he'd caused her, to never allow anything or anyone to hurt her again. He would make amends to her, he vowed it. He would devote his life to making amends to her.
"I will marry you," he said.
Her head snapped around, and she stared at him, looking as if she'd been slapped in the face

 
 

 

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Chapter Twelve


Amanda's throat constricted. The captain — she could not call him Christian now, not when he addressed her as Miss Reynolds — was handing her a way out of her difficulties. If she married him there would be no blemish to her reputation. No loss of fortune. Money to support Aunt Ellen. There were countless advantages.
All she need do was accept his proposal of marriage.
He turned away from her. "If…if you see fit to accept, I have enough wealth to keep you in comfort. The title I come into is a respectable one. It will not elevate you in society, but neither will it debase you."
His voice was so stiff, so formal, so unlike the man who had comforted her and held her in his arms. He was being good, she realized. Doing what he ought, not what he wanted for himself. Changing his life as he had done for his sisters when he gave up the cavalry to accept his eventual inheritance of a title and property.
He turned back to her, not quite meeting her gaze. "You do not speak, Miss Reynolds."
She was filled with love for him, a man so determined to do what was right in spite of his own desires, though she felt her heart breaking with the knowledge that she'd become another duty for him.
Her lip trembled and she hoped he did not see. "It does you credit to make the offer, sir. I am very sensible of the honor you do me, but it is unnecessary."
His glance captured hers. "It is necessary. My behavior this morning…"
It was she who looked away. "We shall not think of that." Although she would never forget the feeling of his lips upon her skin, her own shocking wantonness, the sensations he created inside her. She took a breath. "You have said no one knows we are here. I am persuaded there shall be no harm done if you simply take me home."
"You refuse me, then?" His voice was low.
"I free you, Captain." She glanced back at him, but his back was turned to her and she could not see the effect of her words upon him.
"As you wish." He faced her again, but his expression gave away no emotion. "The curricle is likely ready if you are prepared to leave."
She rose from the bed, feeling dizzy from the emotions swirling inside. The aching of her head was only part of her pain, but she refused to complain. The sooner she got the captain away from here, the better were the chances they would not be recognized and he forced to marry her, after all.
He gave her his arm, as stiff as his manner toward her, as he escorted her down the stairs.
The innkeeper's wife met them at the door of the inn. "Now don't you look better, lamb," she clucked.
Amanda gave her a wan smile. "I thank you again for your kindness."
Ramsford opened the door, but the innkeeper's wife stopped them. "Where is your bonnet, lamb? The sun is bright today."
Amanda looked to Ramsford. He merely shook his head.
"I will fetch you one of mine." The woman hurried away.
They waited a few tense moments in the more public area of the inn's entrance for the innkeeper's wife to return. She brought a simple straw bonnet, which she placed on Amanda's head, tying the ribbons under her chin. After another goodbye, Amanda and Ramsford walked outside to where the curricle was waiting, Ramsford's tiger holding the horses. He was conversing with two men, who walked away as they approached. Without meeting her gaze, Ramsford lifted Amanda onto the curricle, his hands spanning her waist, reminding her of his more intimate touch.
A moment later they were on their way, and Ramsford had still not spoken a word to her.

 
 

 

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Chapter Thirteen


Lord Greythorne tapped the glistening steel dagger he used as a letter opener against the edge of the gold and black lacquer desk. He raised one eyebrow and surveyed the two commonly dressed men standing in front of him.
"I lost him, m'lord," the stout man stammered, turning his hat nervously in his hands. "He drove back to his house, but he didn't stay. Afore I knew it, he rushed out. Got a horse from the stable and rode off. Lost him in St. James."
Greythorne scowled. "What of the girl?"
"She's not budged from her house," the other man said. "Yer not to worry, m'lord. We have men watching her place and his."
His lordship leaned back in the chair, slapping the blade of the steel dagger against his open palm. "It does not sound as if a betrothal is in the air." He gave a dry laugh, no longer taking notice of the two men. "I'll wager she has spurned him. He compromised her, and she spurned him, nonetheless."
The two men shifted in their places. Greythorne waved his hand in dismissal. "Find Ramsford. Watch them both." He cast a malevolent look at the two uneasy men. "Do not fail this time."
They backed out of the room, bowing as they went.
Greythorne examined the point of the dagger, testing it with his finger. He grinned. It appeared the Diamond had rejected Ramsford. It was not too late for Greythorne to renew his offer. This time she would not refuse. He would see to it. And he would also see she was properly punished for daring to refuse him in the first place.
"One must do violence to the object of one's desire," Greythorne spoke aloud, quoting de Sade. "When it surrenders, the pleasure is greater."
* * *
Amanda closeted herself in her room for two days trying to sleep away her headache and the heartache that was its companion. By the third day when she woke, all that remained was a dull throb. She rose from her bed, reached for her dressing gown, and thought of Ramsford.
It would have been so easy to accept his offer of marriage and solve all her problems, but she had learned from his example and done the right thing by him.
So why did she feel so miserable?
She took a step toward her dressing table and put her fingers to her mouth as a wave of nausea washed over her. Perhaps she ought to have eaten more than a bite or two of the food brought in on trays and later removed scarcely touched.
The door opened quietly and her maid entered. "Oh, miss, you are awake. Mrs. Reynolds is asking for you."
"Very well. Help me dress then," she responded.
She almost felt presentable when she descended the stairs to the breakfast parlor where her aunt waited for her, worry and confusion on her face. In between bites of toast and sips of tea, Amanda told her the whole story of traveling to Brighton, the accident, the night at the inn.
She left out the name of her escort and neglected to mention how intimately he'd cared for her, how he had shared her bed, how he had proposed marriage to her.
"What will you do now?" Aunt Ellen asked, her voice tinged with tension.
Amanda turned her thoughts away from a warm-eyed, dark-haired cavalry captain whose arms had held her and whose words had comforted her.
"I will find someone to marry me," she replied.

 
 

 

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