You're the Rogue That I Want by Samantha Holt

You're the Rogue That I Want by Samantha Holt

Author:Samantha Holt
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Fever Press
Published: 2016-10-25T21:00:00+00:00


Chapter Sixteen

It was a fine thing the Fir Tree had a roaring fire going considering Hannah had no change of clothes. Mortification still stung her cheeks even as she dried in their position by the fire. The inn was not much different to the Ship with its clouded windows and low beamed roof. They sat, tucked in one corner, with the fire giving off a welcoming warmth. After a generous sized pork pie and a helping of brandy that Red had insisted on, she was feeling almost human.

But still embarrassed.

What a fool she had been. Why had she been so stubborn? Why must she always insist on doing things her way? She had been an unbearable burden on this journey, dragging Red into her mess, even though he had wanted nothing to do with her. How arrogantly she had behaved, believing they could somehow defeat nature. Well, she would not make that mistake again. Was research not about studying everything and coming to a conclusion rather than blindly blundering along with one’s own conclusion? Clearly, she had not learned as much as she had thought from her father. She should have listened to Red.

He stood at the bar now, conversing with the barkeep, likely trying to find out about transport to Taunton. She was happy to let him take charge after her blundering. She would only make a big mess of it and probably have them on a carriage that would take them all the way back to Land’s End or something.

“Enough sulking,” Red said as he strode back over.

She lifted her gaze from the empty brandy glass and let her attention roll over the long length off him. He’d abandoned his greatcoat to the back of his chair to let it dry, and his jacket was open, revealing his waistcoat. She followed each golden button up to his cravat and then traced the shadowed stubble on his jaw. It had felt rough against her skin but not unpleasant.

The kiss seemed a blur now. Entirely natural and needed and yet it had happened in a mere moment and ended all too soon. All she had known was she was grateful to be alive and needed to feel his lips upon hers. It was a trifle inconvenient wanting to kiss him all the time—and not at all ladylike. What would her father think of her?

She laughed to herself. He would likely not even notice if she kissed Red right in front of him. Her father had never paid much attention to her minimal courting life. He was too busy studying.

“I am not sulking,” she finally said.

No, she was just mightily ashamed of herself. She would try to be better, though. She would prove to him that she could listen to him and take on board his opinion—that she was not some demanding harpy who always thought herself right.

“A stagecoach goes from the market square.” He pulled out his pocket watch. “We only have half an hour before it leaves. It will take us to Exeter.



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