No Hiding For The Guilty (The Heart of a Hero Book 5) by Vanessa Riley & The Heart of a Hero Series

Author:Vanessa Riley & The Heart of a Hero Series [Riley, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: IR, Regency Romance, Multi-cultural, Regency Suspense, BWWM
Publisher: Gallium Optronics
Published: 2017-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight: Truth Dare and Explosives

Isadel followed behind Bannerman, his broad shoulders towered high above blocking the little sun managing to seep betwixt the leaves of the canopy of trees. His greatcoat, a large endless weave of blue flapped in the wind like a sail. "A little further, Isadel." He said her name and it carried in the breeze.

She shivered but wasn't cold. The anticipation of the moment was worse than waiting for a soufflé to rise.

Her stomach swirled, whirling with excitement. It was purely Papa's comportment that had kept her voice level and clear, very English, as she instructed Mrs. Nelson on preparing the apple tarts for dinner's dessert.

She still hadn't recovered from the shock of the changes. Until Bannerman walked through the door of the kitchen to retrieve her, part of her didn't believe him.

"Keep up, chef," he said with that half-grin.

His face was so smooth without a hint of fur. She decided she liked it much better than she did with the bushy reddish gold mane. A great deal more.

He kept his word and that made her like the man even more. "What will we do first? I uh…uh… I've seen the black powder used in Lord Hartland's guns. Papa never kept any in the house. He said he didn't like the damage they caused."

Bannerman cupped his eyes and gazed up high. "You do run on when you're nervous."

"I'm not—"

"It's best you are." He'd turned to her fully, stopping her advance. She almost rammed him.

"Black powder can be very dangerous, Isadel. A bout of nerves about explosives is healthy."

How was it possible for him to seem even larger? Was it the uneven grounds that made it seem as if he was a giant, one that could touch the sky? She blinked at the sun streaming around him as if he were one of those Grecian gods, one built for war.

"Welcome to my laboratory." Bannerman jumped onto a stump. "This grove is where I did my earliest experiments."

"You mean you tweaked things as in a recipe?"

He leapt back down and waggled a finger at her. "Don't get any ideas, chef. A tweak can kill."

Her cheeks burned a little, partly from him guessing her thoughts, and for remembering Bannerman as Ares, the god of war or Zeus, the god of thunder or sky. "I'll keep that in mind."

Bannerman stuck out his hand.

She took it without thinking.

He pulled her close, lifted her high like the night he'd tossed her in the closet, but this time he spun her until her head fell back dizzy.

"What are you doing?

"I figured a little sprite like you might enjoy a top side view."

She did and held onto his shoulders, nestling between his back and neck.

"A little different. Aye, Isadel?" He eased her boots to the ground. "We've walked far enough away from the house to not rattle windows. Of course, no one can hear you or I scream if things go awry. Does that make you nervous being alone with me?"

As if he searched for an answer, his eyes seemed fixed upon her.

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