Catherine Coulter - Legacy Trilogy - 3 by The Valentine Legacy

Author:The Valentine Legacy [Legacy, The Valentine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:43:35.804000+00:00

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He raised an eyebrow. “You can help Sigmund and me with the horses this afternoon.”

“Of course I’ll do that, but it isn’t what I meant. I mean, what will we do about, well, the other?”

“What other?”

“James, I won’t allow you to make sport of me again. You know very well what I’m talking about. I have no memory of having been mounted. When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t at all sore. I didn’t teeter on my legs the way I’ve seen some mares do who have been mounted. I didn’t look at all different when I stared into the mirror.”

“Oh, that.” He studied his thumbnail. He had a thick callus on the pad. Finally he looked over at her. At the moment she looked very much like the new Jessie, and he felt a surge of nice heavy lust. However, when she’d returned from her ride this morning, she’d looked just like the old Jessie, her hair in wild tangles around her face, her riding hat tied to the saddle by its ribbons, sitting astride Esmerelda, not in a decorous sidesaddle, laughing and talking all at once, telling him everything she’d seen, telling him every clever thing Esmerelda had done, and he’d thought blankly as he’d tried to listen to that mishmash of sounds coming from her mouth that it would be impossible to make love to the girl he’d considered a little sister for more years than he cared to count. But now she was as silent as the Duchess. She looked elegant. She’d never in his memory looked elegant until she’d come to England. He wanted to take that gown off her.

“It’s all right, James,” she said very quietly. “I understand, truly I do. You’re too kind to tell me that you would just as soon I kept away from you.” She very carefully folded her napkin and pressed it into the tablecloth beside her plate. She rose. “I am going over the household and the accounts with Mrs.

Catsdoor. Please tell Sigmund that I will come and help with the horses later.”

She was nearly to the door when he said from right behind her, “Don’t leave, Jessie.”

She felt his hands on her shoulders, the warmth of him, the strength of him. She opened her mouth only to close it again when she realized that something had changed. He was no longer simply resting his hands on her shoulders. His fingers were lightly digging into her flesh, kneading her, making her feel very nice indeed.

“Turn around.”

She did, wondering what he would do now.

“Look at me.”

She looked at him, all the curiosity she felt written plainly on her face. Her lips parted a bit. He leaned down and kissed her—a full, deep kiss since this was the new Jessie standing in front of him and he had no memories of her at all as a sister or a brat or an irritating constant in his life. Actually, he thought as he licked her bottom lip, she was his wife.

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