The Match of the Century by Cathy Maxwell

Author:Cathy Maxwell [Maxwell, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical
ISBN: 9780062388629
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Elin was confused.

He’d walked away.

She wanted to follow him, to demand an explanation, but something about the dogged set of his shoulders and the swiftness of his step told her he wished to be alone.

The rain picked up its pace, as if warning her to keep her distance from him, to let him be.

Elin reached behind her back and tightened her lacings. Her body still hummed with his kisses, but a new emotion was becoming prevalent. Deep within her was a tension, a dissatisfaction. Primal, demanding stirrings for what only he could give her were now replaced with an itchy, confused frustration.

She started pacing. Movement helped. She didn’t have a great amount of space to explore. Their shelter from the storm was barely larger than a horse stall. The ground was cold and damp, offering her few variations to her pacing.

Picking her cloak up off the ground, she wrapped it around herself. It had been covering Ben’s jacket, which lay in a heap where she’d pushed it off his shoulders. She folded it. He’d been so anxious for her to remove it.

He’d seemed to be willing to have her rip off all his clothing.

Frustration gave way to anger. Had he meant to do this? It was almost as if he teased her.

And there was no answer. Until he returned, she would just have to ruminate in silence, something Elin hated to do. She liked taking action. If there was a problem, she fixed it. If there was a concern, she poked and prodded until she had an answer.

However, this question lay in another person’s inexplicable and rude behavior. A person who had abandoned her once before, except this time, she would not be meek.

Of course, until he returned, there wasn’t anything she could do but wait.

When he did come back, which he would—she had a few things she wanted to tell him.

She’d wandered over to the other side of the wall. Her eye fell on the saddle kit. Wrapped in her cloak, she knelt, then sat on the ground by the saddle as she went through it.

There wasn’t much of interest. She wanted to find a clue as to who had hired the men. Then, she would hold it up to Ben to show that while he was prancing around, she was doing good work.

But there wasn’t anything like a clue in the leather bag. She found a money pouch with a few shillings. There was also a tinderbox, a comb, and a bottle of oil of clove—apparently her killer suffered from a toothache. She also found a pouch. When she opened it, a locket fell into her hand. She opened the clasp, and inside was a painted miniature of a young woman.

The picture made her sad. The girl was little older than she was. Elin couldn’t fathom how a man could carry a keepsake like this around with him and murder people.

The idea was disturbing enough that she put the locket back its pouch and into the kit. Darkness was falling.

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