Lady Lissa's Liaison (30 page)

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Rendezvous

They sat side by side atop the coachman's bench.

"I think of you as 'Mistress Mischief,' for obvious reasons," said Cole.

Marcie bowed her head, quickly hiding the shimmer of tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes. Only one other person had ever called her Mistress Mischief.

"I have offended you," said Cole, misunderstanding her reaction.

Marcie blinked away the wetness from her eyes. She looked up at him. "Quite the opposite. You see, my father used to call me Mistress Mischief."

"It seems I am forever stirring up memories for you."

"Yes," she whispered. "It does seem that way, doesn't it?" And as she spoke, she felt a tiny tremor of feeling inside her breast, a feeling she could not quite express. Happiness at the memory of her father? Yes, it was that... and yet it was so much more complicated, and had more to do with the man seated beside her.

Cole Coachman reached over with one gloved hand to pull up her carriage rug. "Wouldn't want you to catch your death," he murmured.

His gloved hand brushed against her own, and Marcie felt a shiver tingle up her spine. Of a sudden, she could not help but notice how very near he was. She could smell the crisp, clean scent of him, and the delicious smell of cedar emanating from his greatcoat and red scarf. The world sped past as the coach whisked over the road, and to Marcie it seemed as if there was only just herself, Cole Coachman, and Prinny the owl alive in the universe. What a very cozy place it was.

Miss Marcie's Mischief

To Woo an Heiress

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Julian moved toward her, depositing his hat on a side table near one of the chairs before the cold hearth as he went. He opened his hand and turned it palm up as he drew nearer to her. "Veronica," he said softly.

"What?"
she demanded, furious, pausing only momentarily in her tirade as she whirled to face him. When she saw how close he was, she clamped her mouth shut tight and took a wary step back.

He smiled, loving the spark in her beautiful eyes, the daring in her brave but injured soul, and the lengths she would go for a friend.

"I am sorry—that is what," he said simply. And then, reaching for her hand, he gently unclasped her fist and laid the package atop her palm. "Does this help lessen your anger in any way?"

She blew out a small, ragged breath, seemingly struggling against a sudden urge to cry. "Drat you, Julian. You... you can be so unexpectedly tender at times. I—" She let forth another small breath, then said, "You continually surprise me."

"Do I? Pity that. What I
want
to do is please you, Veronica."

She blinked, amazed at his confession, confused by it, too. "Julian... you—you must cease speaking to me in such a-a familiar way, especially now that we are at Wrothram House. You—you are here as my guard. Do try to remember that."

"Aye," he whispered, tamping down the urge to gather her in his arms and hold her tight. "I shall try, my lady. But there may come a time, I hope, when you see me in a different light."