Rules of Engagement (Gov 2) by Christina Dodd

Author:Christina Dodd [Dodd, Christina]
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Published: 2010-09-26T06:31:23.650000+00:00

she had heard in the stables when they'd had a horse trample them.

"My lord," she exclaimed, uncomfortable with the closeness, confused by his fury. "I beg that you

remember to whom you are speaking!"

"To whom am I speaking?" he demanded.

She didn't understand him. "Wh-what?"

"Miss Lockhart." He shook her, but he kept her so close against him that the punishment was nothing

more than discomfort. "Miss Liar!"

Her stomach twisted.

He slid one arm around her waist, then with his other hand he wiped at her cheek and showed her his

fingers. "Look at that, Miss Lockhart. Your disguise is all washed away."

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CHAPTER 17

As the carriage pulled to stop before his townhouse and Timothy jumped down from the back and ran

toward the building, Kerrich flung wide the door and shouted, "Don't bother getting us another umbrella.

I've seen it all now."

"My lord?" Drenched, confused, distressed, Timothy stopped before the open front door and gaped.

Leaping right into a puddle, Kerrich placed the step himself, reached inside, grabbed Pamela's wrist and

dragged her out into the gusting rain. The drops splashed against her face, and she wanted to hug herself

against the cold, but he hauled her along as if he were a stevedore and she some kind of cargo.

Such handling did not endear him to her. Fiercely, she tugged backward. "What about Beth?"

Beth's voice chimed, "I'm here."

"She's right behind us." Kerrich whipped his head around and glared at Pamela. "She can have the

umbrella. It's not as if she did anything wrong."

Snatching an umbrella from inside, Timothy hurried to lift the cover over Beth as she climbed the stairs.

Kerrich kept his hand around Pamela's wrist as he pushed inside without ceremony. "I suppose you

knew about this, too, Moulton."

"My lord? Knew about…" Moulton caught a glimpse of Pamela and his chin dropped. The most

articulate sound he seemed capable of was a long, exhaled, "Ohh."

Candles flickered everywhere in the foyer: tall tapers, fat columns, all wax and all burning brightly, and

when Kerrich looked back at Pamela he stopped short. She barely avoided sliding into him, and as

incensed as he was, she suspected that kind of contact might be hazardous. She thought that if he had to

wrap his arm around her to steady her, he might hold her too tight and all the precarious hostility between

them would shatter into… well, she didn't know what it would shatter into, but something quite

unpleasant. Like his kisses.

He stared at her, examining her bare face. "You can look like this…" His voice trailed off as if fury had

made him incoherent.

"I doubt, my lord, that I sport any beauty now."

He loomed over her, a dark, scowling presence. "Compared to what you were before…"

She should have been worried. Instead she was antagonistic. Without hesitation, she told him so. "This

whole affair is your fault, not mine."

Moulton's breath hissed between his teeth.

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Kerrich did not stir. "You dare."

She drew herself up and gave him her severest Miss Lockhart scowl—only to find it no longer worked.

Impervious, he commanded, "Beth, go upstairs and find your nursemaid, what's-her-name.

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