in3 by Dangerous Joy

Author:Dangerous Joy
Language: eng
Format: epub

She kicked out, landing a solid blow on the carriage door, but fortunately she was only wearing soft slippers. He trapped her legs between his own and kept her head pressed hard against his thighs.

Christ, but it was taking nearly all his strength to hold her.

"Really, sir..." Hennigan protested, white-faced.

"Shut up."

Then, after a thankfully speedy change, they were off again and he could release her. He pushed her up straight, expecting more blistering language.

She seemed more dazed than anything else, however, and just sat there, red-faced and panting, staring at him.

"I'm sorry Felicity. I'll make sure you're gagged before the next change so there'll be no need of that sort of thing."

She started to cry. The effort she made to hold back the tears was as painful as cudgels, and he reached for her.

She shrank back. "I hate you!"

"And I love you."

With a wail of bitter laughter, she turned her head into the satin squabs of the corner and sobbed. Miles had never heard such pain before. He looked at Hennigan, but the valet was staring fixedly out the window, tight-lipped. He looked at Gardeen, who stared back balefully from Felicity's lap.

With a muttered curse, Miles reached over and unbound Felicity's hands despite her resistance. "Don't forget, I'll stop your escape by any means."

She pressed the handkerchief to her face, fighting her tears. After a moment she gained composure and undid the strap around her legs. Then she tossed the piece of leather into his lap and turned to stare out of the window.

Miles wanted to talk to her, to try to make her see that he had no choice in this, but he didn't know if he had the words. And anyway, he couldn't imagine attempting such a conversation with his embarrassed valet as audience.

Hell and damnation, how had he ever ended up in this predicament?

When they drew close to the next change, he said, "I must rebind you now unless you want to give me your parole."

She turned stony-faced, and held out her wrists. He fastened them, then replaced the gag. He pulled her hood well over her face and placed his arm around her waist, holding her close, wondering if any chance of happiness between them could survive this journey.

She held herself as stiff as a board, and he knew she would take any opportunity to escape. A twisted smile tugged at his lips because he knew this was three-quarters pride. Felicity Monahan would bend her will to no man.

How, then, did she intend to survive life married to Rupert Dunsmore?

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