Falling for the Enemy by Naomi Rawlings

Author:Naomi Rawlings
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Danielle gave the mule’s rope a tug and glanced behind her at Halston. They’d been walking for the better part of the day despite the cold, incessant drizzle, and Halston hadn’t so much as looked at her. Not even once.

How could he kiss her and hold her in his arms last night, then rise this morning and pretend nothing had happened? She’d felt his lips on hers, not imagined them. Heard the understanding in his voice. Savored the sensation of resting in his embrace.

And now he ignored her while he walked behind the wagon, chatting with Kessler as though the two of them were suddenly bosom friends. She glared over her shoulder once more, but he didn’t raise his eyes to meet hers.

Didn’t act as though she existed at all, let alone mattered.

“Dani, what’s wrong? Are soldiers coming?” Serge peered through the softly falling drizzle at the flat road behind them.

“Non.” She yanked Clyde’s rope again, urging the beast faster, and squashed her wide-brimmed hat down farther on her head. The road unfurled endlessly before them, though this stretch of it had never seemed so long before. Were it not for needing to take the English to the coast, she and Serge would be only four days from home. Instead, in four days’ time, they’d pass by her hometown of Abbeville and head north for another half week until they reached the port town of Berck.

Would the smugglers Halston had made arrangements with decide the price on Westerfield and Kessler’s heads was worth more than taking the Englishmen across the channel? She rubbed her forehead. That question led to another host of problems she’d yet to consider.

“Then what’s wrong?” Serge’s eyebrows furrowed as he studied her face. “Why have you been looking behind us all day?”

Her cheeks turned hot. “I’ve done nothing of the sort.”

Serge glanced over his shoulder again, his gaze pausing on Halston before swinging back to her. Well, her brother could look between them all day if he so pleased, but he’d have to guess what had transpired between her and the esteemed Lord Gregory Halston. She wasn’t about to volunteer the information.

“Did Halston upset you last night?”

Last night? Oh, no. He hadn’t done anything to upset her then.

Today was a different matter entirely.

She growled deep in her throat and tugged Clyde’s rope. Why had she let Halston bother her in the first place? She cared far too much for an English lord whom she couldn’t have any future with and should probably hate. Their countries were at war, were they not? And she wasn’t even supposed to be here. She should be living in Reims with a new French husband.

She gave the mule’s rope another vigorous yank.

Clyde brayed loudly enough for all of Amiens and Abbeville to hear, then buckled his knees and dug his hooves into the ground.

“Dani, don’t hold his rope so tight. Here, let me.” Serge took the rope from her hand, but the mule kept his legs locked into place and only snorted at Serge.

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