“How would you do that?” Christopher was surly. As much as he loved her, he sometimes felt these days that she was clinging too hard, a noose around his neck.
“Well, there’s a man among us named Cormac.”
“What of him?”
“He makes friends among the Outsiders in the towns we pass through. Plays fiddle in the public houses, chats people up and all that. If I gave him a letter, he could mayhap meet someone who was headed back toward Gresham, who could leave the letter at The Shield and Crown here in town. You could check in there sometimes, couldn’t you? To see if there was a letter?”
“Oh, Joanna, I won’t even be here then. After the hunting’s over, I’ll be leaving for London with my family. For the Season.”
“What’s that?” Joanna asked suspiciously.
“All the best families gather in London when Parliament is in session. Most of the men have seats in the House of Lords, like my father. The wives and children come along, and there’s just one splendid ball after another. Sometimes fancy-dress balls, where everyone wears masks and costumes. It can be very jolly, particularly for the young ladies. My sister Lady Henrietta came out last Season.”
Joanna looked out of her depth. This is another world for her, as foreign to her as Samhain and all those other pagan festivals are to me.
“‘Came out’? From where? And why?”
“It’s more about what they’re coming out to. They’re being shown off to all the other highborn families. Sometimes, if they’re well connected, they’re presented at Court. In my opinion, it’s really just a marriage market. A girl tries to make a good match during her first couple of Seasons, while she’s a new face in Society.”
“A marriage market. And what do the young men have to do?”
“Well, just show up. Be a dance partner for the girls and cut a good figure among the men. Hold their brandy like gentlemen, lose at cards and dice without seeming to care. Dress like dandies and ride their mounts down Rotten Row every morning to show off. And pick the girls they’ll marry, I guess.”
A dark cloud passed over Joanna’s lovely face. Her eyes, so serene at other times, now flashed like lightning coming from a multicolored summer sky. “Pick the girls they’ll marry. And is that what you’ll be doing, Christy?”
He finally understood the reason for her anger, and he was grieved. For her, certainly, but for himself, too. The only girl I’ll ever want to marry is standing right in front of me. And I can’t tell her so.
“Joanna. Don’t you understand? I don’t want to go do the Season. My father insists I go, but I’m fighting him tooth and nail over it. I’ll do anything to keep from going. I was thinking of faking a dreadful illness—they wouldn’t want me out in Society in that case. Maybe they’d even quarantine me.”
The lightning bolts shooting from Joanna’s eyes suddenly subsided, and in their place was merriment. Oh, my quicksilver girl. How you can flit from mood to mood! But that’s one thing I love about you.
Joanna giggled with delight. “Oh, Christy. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Christy, you’d never get away with it, you can’t ever tell a lie with a straight face!”
He played the fool for her. “But what shall I pretend to have? Consumption, maybe? I could borrow from my sisters’ secret rouge supply, and paint myself some red cheeks. Or how about scarlet fever? That would require red spots all over. And maybe I should seem to lose my hearing for a while, if it’s to be scarlet fever.”
Now they were both laughing uncontrollably. Each tried to top the other with a more outrageous suggestion for Christopher’s mysterious malady.
They parted friends that afternoon, and peace reigned between them for a few days.
Christopher thought that with enough fondness and good humor, he might make it through the summer without giving way to his desires. But all his resolve fell apart one day in early August, when they were exploring the prehistoric caves at the other side of the forest.
The weather had been unusually hot and dry for England. People swore there hadn’t been such a sweltering summer since their great-grandparents’ time.
The heat cast a pall over everything. Everything seemed to be waiting, gasping, for the heat to break and the heavens to pour down rain.
The tension grew unbearable. Normally mild-mannered people snapped at each other and started fights; even the village’s dogs and cats seemed to have grown more restless and vicious. The forest became brown and sere. Streams dried up. All nature seemed at odds with itself in the relentless heat.
Joanna and Christopher felt the tension, too, and it again and again made them bicker over silly trifles. That larger issues were the true cause of the bickering was not something either cared to acknowledge. As much as they loved each other, it began to feel like they hated each other. Each secretly blamed the other for the desperate awkwardness between them.
They went exploring in the caves to escape the heat. Climbing down from a rock ledge in the darkness, Joanna made an uncharacteristically clumsy movement, and she fell forward.
Christopher was there to catch her, of course. When he grabbed hold of her body, she moaned and pressed her swelling breasts against his chest. It was beyond him to resist her. His mouth was suddenly on hers, and that very first kiss was sweet beyond imagining.
They were acting purely on animal instinct, for he had never kissed a girl before, nor she a boy. Her plump lips parted against the hardness of his unrelenting mouth, the insistence of his exploring tongue. She took his tongue into her as far as she could, sucking on it and licking it with her own tongue, biting at him with her strong young teeth.
He felt a frenzy overtake him. He pushed her to the cave floor, his hands seeking the opening of her bodice even as she reached behind him and stroked his buttocks. It was good, so good.
His fingers wanted to work on her bare breasts, if he could just get them loose. He wanted the feel of him against her, and he cupped her arse with his hands, pulling her upward to maximize the friction between their groins.
All of a sudden, the wave of insanity lifted, leaving him horror-struck at what he was doing. He pulled away from her and tried to sit up. She began fixing her bodice, making sure her breasts were once again fully covered. She was crying soundlessly in the darkness.
He was too inexperienced to realize she was crying out of sheer sexual frustration, now that they had uncoupled. He thought she wept because he had hurt her, dishonored her.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise. But we’re all right. Nothing really happened. We stopped before I did anything really bad to you. It was just a kiss and a cuddle, right? We’re still all right, aren’t we?” He was babbling, but he didn’t know the right words to say.
Her face turned as cold as the icicles in the cave. “‘Nothing really happened,’ you say? You self-righteous little prig. ‘Just a kiss and a cuddle’? What am I, the downstairs parlormaid, good for a kiss and a cuddle and nothing else from his high and mighty lordship? You hypocritical bastard. Get away from me. I never want to see you again.”
She stood up and left him there, open-mouthed.
Outside, the heavens opened and the rain finally fell. The summer heat had broken.
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Born in the Sunshine State of Florida, but of both British and Nordic descent, Scarlett Osborne grew up reading historical romances from the land of her ancestors. Fascinated with the British society of the 1800s and armed with a wild imagination, she obtained a degree in Creative Writing and immediately started her career as a Regency romance author.
A daydreamer extraordinaire, Scarlett likes to jump in the shoes of her heroines, immersing herself in her own stories, living the adventures that she wished she had experienced as a child. An avid reader and fan of the outdoors, Scarlett spends her free time either reading or going on long horseback rides along with her two sons.
Get lost in a land of enchantment, where adventure and love await around every corner...Scarlett hopes that through her heroes, you too will get to live a whirlwind romance in the Regency era, when fairytales were real and all dreams possible!
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