Dangerous Joy (CR 5)

Author:Beverley, Jo [Beverley, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Regency, General, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9780821773468
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2004-09-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

As they gathered speed with the new horses, Miles unbound his beloved.

The first thing she said was, "I need to relieve myself."

Miles hadn't thought of that problem. With a full moon, he'd intended to drive straight through if the weather held. The coachman and his assistant could take turns driving.

Of course, he'd planned on occasional stops for ease and refreshment, but then he'd expected Felicity to give in gracefully.

How foolish.

"Give me your parole and we'll stop at the next inn."

"No.

He stared at her. "Damnation, Felicity..."

"No parole, ever. I'd rather soil my gown."

She would, too. That was why he loved the woman to madness even while wanting to wring her neck. He tried to persuade her to see reason, but it was like talking to a marble effigy. In the end, on a deserted stretch of road in Northern Shropshire, he opened the trap and called for the coach to stop.

Felicity watched him warily, and he saw hope and plans flickering through her mind.

"Don't even think about it. We're miles from anywhere. But just to be safe, I'll have your shoes."

She tucked her feet under her skirt. "Be damned if you will!"

"By force if necessary."

"You won't find it easy to overpower me, Miles Cavanagh, without surprise or cooperation."

"But I can do it if I'm ruthless enough. You're not the only one with a will of iron."

She frowned, and he thought he saw the same realization that had struck him-that the very strengths that drew them together were the ones making this battle so fierce.

"Or you can just soil your gown," he added. He was bluffing, but it worked.

With a resentfbl sigh, she unlaced her slippers and tossed them to him. At him, in fact. Then she pulled her skirts up above her knees, untied her garters and slowly rolled off her cotton stockings. "No point in ruining them," she said, positively flaunting her lovely legs, naked up to the thigh.

Oh, she had a fine understanding of her arsenal, did Felicity Monahan.

Hennigan was wisely staring in the opposite direction, but his neck was red.

Holding onto both temper and lust. Miles opened the door and let down the steps. "You can go behind that hedge."

As soon as he was on the ground, however, he realized the road was sharp with frost. He held up his arms. I'll carry you to the grass."

She stayed in the doorway. "I never want you to touch me again." She waited until he lowered his arms and moved out of her way. Then she stepped down and walked gingerly over to the almost-leafless hedge.

Miles checked that his coachman and groom were looking away. He, however, had to keep an eye on his ward, his lover, his torment and delight.

A moment's carelessness and she'd be gone.

The dense tangle of hedge-branches and the dim moonlight gave some privacy, but didn't hide Felicity entirely. He could see that she hadn't taken off barefoot across the rough sheep run.

Unless she'd taken off her dress and hung it there...

A closer look assured him she was still in the gown.

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