It Takes a Hero by Elizabeth Boyle

Author:Elizabeth Boyle [Boyle, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Man-Woman Relationships, Love Stories, Historical, Historical Fiction, London (England)
ISBN: 9780060549305
Google: LNK3DNfFCK8C
Amazon: 0060549300
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2004-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Rebecca seethed the entire ride home. A half an hour to become increasingly indignant at the very presumption of Rafe Danvers.

And that didn't even include her outrage at her uncle. Blast his hide, he'd gone too far tonight.

Men! she wanted to sputter as she stared out the window and ignored the pair of them, though she was hard pressed to succeed in that endeavor. Rafe and her uncle were seated side by side singing a rousing Spanish song that she suspected the translation wasn't in the least bit proper.

She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. Oh, she hadn't minded when Rafe had stepped between her and Major Harrington or how he'd come to her uncle's defense, but now she wanted him well and gone.

There was too much at risk and too much to be gained to allow him to delve into their secrets.

When they arrived at the cottage, Mrs. Wortling greeted them at the door wearing her wrapper, her hair sticking out from her nightcap, and a stubby candle in her hand. "Is 'e in his cups?" she asked, eyeing the colonel, then Rafe, with a skeptical eye.

Rebecca considered asking the woman the same question considering the copious cloud of liquor that came wafting at them as she spoke.

"He is not drunk, Mrs. Wortling," she replied, walking into the house.

The lady held the candle higher. "He looks it. And I'll tell you right now, I'm not cleaning it up 'iffin he starts casting up his accounts all over."

"The colonel was injured, madame," Rafe told her, sweeping past the housekeeper and into the house, guiding the colonel with every step.

"Up the stairs, the last room on the left," Rebecca told him.

"Injured?" Mrs. Wortling asked. "Did he shoot at someone again?"

"No," Rebecca told her. "It was Major Harrington. He argued with the colonel and knocked him out."

Mrs. Wortling rolled an extravagant glance heavenward as if she bore the terrible burden of all of their problems. "Did you warn the major not to come within range of the cottage for a week or so? I'll not be blamed if yer uncle blasts him all the way to Sussex."

"Mrs. Wortling, is it?" Rafe asked from where he stood at the foot of the stairs. "Why don't you go seek your bed. There isn't anything more you can do tonight. And I'll see to the colonel's welfare."

"Harrumph," the woman snorted, as Rafe helped the colonel up to his room. "Oh, he's a high and mighty one. Ordering me about." She glanced up at his retreating figure on the stairs and sniffed. "Mark my words, Miss Tate, make sure the colonel is all that man sees to. He has the look of getting what he wants from a lady without so much as a 'by your leave.' I'd get the colonel's cannon ready, if I were you."

"I assure you, Mrs. Wortling," Rebecca told her, "I won't need the cannon to be rid of Mr. Danvers."

And as much as she wanted to believe her well meant words, when he came downstairs, his dark gaze melted her resolve.

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