A Most Indecent Gentleman by Bronwyn Scott

Author:Bronwyn Scott [Scott, Bronwyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, General
ISBN: 9781472082909
Google: 4AbFAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00GPDYNTU
Barnesnoble: B00GPDYNTU
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Cassandra was bluffing, of course. The Gypsy camp did make her nervous, a not-so-subtle reminder of how outrageously she was behaving. Cassandra couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. But she was starting to believe anything was possible with Jocelyn. He brought out the risk—taker in her, the woman who wanted to experience all life had to offer, who wouldn’t let one poor experience deter her from living deeply. She refused to believe such an attitude made her loose.

“How is that you know Gypsies?” Cassandra settled back in her seat, determined to enjoy the ride out. Lock’s Fields was across town on the edges of the New Kent Road, not exactly next door to Mayfair.

“They come to town every year at this time.” Jocelyn stretched his long legs across the small space. “There’s better work for them in the city until spring. I’ve been going for years. At first, it was a lark. But then I got hooked.” He was starting to relax, falling into his tale and she hung on every word. “Their lives were so different than mine, so unpredictable and full of adventure. They’ve traveled the breadth of England. I love hearing their stories. Sometimes I go out for a night and end up staying a few days.” He gave her a boyish smile that made her stomach flip with its charm. “There’s a family that’s been kind to me. They’ve taken me in and tolerate my presence. You’ll get to meet them—Florica and her son, Emilian.”

Said in a different tone, the last might have been taken as another challenge, but Cassandra recognized the significance of what he shared. This was not a challenge to rub elbows with the tramping element. This was a rare glimpse into the heart and soul of Jocelyn Eisley.

“It will be an honor to meet them,” Cassandra answered softly. Did anyone else know this side of the earl’s heir who visited Gypsies for a holiday? Would anyone want to know that side of him? The pretty girls in the ballroom would absolutely recoil from such an association. The men who laughed at his bawdy poetry would not understand his need to live on the fringe, to live outside the confines of the life he was born to.

“Your dress might not think it’s much of an honor.” Jocelyn nodded toward the pale skirt peeping out from her cloak. “I hope you don’t freeze, either.”

If he was trying to scare her off one last time, he’d have to do better than causing her worry over her gown. “I’ve come this far, Jocelyn. I won’t turn back. Besides, I have no doubt you’ll keep me warm.”

The coach slowed and Jocelyn drew back the curtain to peer outside. Sporadic firelight lit the windowpanes of the coach in the dark. “We’re here.” He grinned at her. In that grin was excitement over showing her this piece of his world. There was also challenge, a piece of that other game they played but sometimes forgot. He threw open the door and jumped down.

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