Shh, May,' Felicity said soothingly, glancing behind her. She absolutely did not want Rafe to come out and say something stupidly noble. They were on their own - again - and they would simply have to make do.
Suzanne EnochYou weren't supposed to pay for our supplies.' ...
'I was hungry, and I didn't want to be bashed on the head by Mrs. Denwortle.' ...
Her lips twitched into a half grin, nearly as compelling as the blinding smile that had convinced him to scale the walls and fortify the roof of the estate. Swiftly she ran her eyes up and down his historically clothed form, and the color in her cheeks deepened. 'You are our guest.'
So the other party was interested, as well. Good. That would make things easier. 'If you'd come in here a few moments earlier, I'd have been your half naked guest. Then whatever would we have done?
You have business here?' the gruff voice asked.
Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset.
She supposed a properly bred London lady would be expected to faint in shock at the sight of a shirtless gentleman, but he looked far too delicious for her to close her eyes.
Suzanne EnochI am James Burlough, the Earl of Deerhurst.' The earl's pleasant smile capsized into not-quite-polite puzzlement. 'And who might you be, sir?
Suzanne EnochYou want Felicity. And you're trying to buy her.'
Deerhurst shoved him backward. 'What if I am? How is that different from you keeping a place you don't want just so you can hang about her? I've seen how you look at her.'
Rafe shoved back, hard enough to send the earl staggering against the wall. 'Don't start something you won't be conscious for at the finish.
Tiny white flowers sprinkled the upper part of the gown like glimpses of stars at dusk, while the gathered waist and skirt darkened into solid twilight.
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What the devil are you doing here?' Rafe demanded, eyeing him suspiciously.
Warefield raised his eyebrows. 'You asked for help.'
'I asked for money.'
'It's the same thing.'
'No, it's not. You-'
'And who might this be?
Felicity glanced at him, then looked out toward the lane again. 'Why did you hit Mr. Fields?'
That was a question he preferred not to answer until he'd thought his motivations over more thoroughly - yet he was familiar enough with Lis to know she'd insist on an answer. 'He...insinuated some things I didn't appreciate.'
'Some things that were true, perhaps?' ...
'Yes.'
'Then why-'
'If he knew me, or cared in the least, he wouldn't have said them. Quin didn't.
He was so easygoing, she forgot he could be deadly. And startling as his anger was, it gave her another key to understanding him.
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