White Eagle's Touch: Blackfoot Warriors, Book 2 by Karen Kay

Author:Karen Kay
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2012-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Now, what is it, m’dear?” The marquess had managed to dress this day in his finest redingote, with silk trim and velvet cravat. Brown-checked trousers and a blue gros de Naples waistcoat completed the outfit. And on his head he wore a Neapolitan hat. He looked as though he expected to take a turn through Hyde Park, not traverse the wilderness of the American Northwest. Katrina glanced away, as was proper etiquette.

“I must speak with you, my lord.”

The marquess sighed and looked around him, as though searching for any excuse to forestall a meeting with her. Finding none, he returned his gaze to Katrina. “Very well,” he said, raising his arm and presenting her with the cuff of his sleeve, “shall we take a stroll over by the water?”

She placed her gloved hand upon his elbow.

“Yes, my lord.”

Katrina had, this day, donned herself in green riding habit, embroidered with silken white flowers. She had replaced her bonnet with a hat of white silk, and her hair had been swept upwards and secured into braided ringlets.

The two of them, the marquess and Katrina, made an odd-looking pair as they strolled down toward the creek, appearing as though they had stepped out from the pages of the Petit Courier des Dames, rather than having just arisen from a makeshift encampment in the wild, Northwest Territory of America.

The marquess drew a deep breath. “What is it that is so important now?”

Katrina swallowed nervously. “My lord,” she began, giving him a quick sideways glance. “I have been thinking about our engagement.”

“You have? I am most happy to hear that, m’dear. Are you considering your wedding dress? Is that what this is all about?” He gave her a quick scan, up and down. “I must say, I rather envision you in a gown of satin…no, silk…silk brocade, with a veil of…let me see…lace? No, no. I think silk might be better, or—”

“My lord, no, please, I have not been contemplating a wedding dress.”

“Oh? Pity.”

She hesitated. “My lord, I…I fear I have a bit of bad news for you.”

The marquess cocked his head to the side. “Oh?”

“Yes.” She stared straight in front of her as she spoke, occasionally looking down toward the ground. She took a deep breath, and then, gaining courage, she said, “I fear that I believe we have a problem.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, my lord, you see, I have discovered that I…do not love you, and because of this I believe that we might need to cancel our engagement.”

She let out her breath, unaware she’d been holding it. There, she had said it.

But she hadn’t counted on the marquess’s reaction.

After only a moment’s pause, he huffed himself up and fairly bellowed, “What was that you said?”

Katrina almost jumped, so loudly did the marquess speak, but she merely blinked and settled herself, sending the marquess a quick glance.

“My lord, I—”

“I heard what you said.”

“Then, my lord,” she murmured, “might I caution you to keep your voice down so that only the two of us—”

“Why, what

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