Twice Upon Time. Nina Beaumont
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Название: Twice Upon Time
Автор: Nina Beaumont
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
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“So why didn’t you seduce her then? Or marry her yourself?”
“A younger brother with no prospects marry?” Alessio laughed shortly, mirthlessly. “And the other alternative? Seduce the virgin daughter of good family?”
“Would that have been worse than seducing the virgin daughter of good family who is betrothed to your brother?”
“No.” Alessio met Antonio’s eyes and held them. “I will not seduce her.” It crossed his mind that if anyone would practice seduction, it would not be him.
“So.” Antonio crossed his arms over his chest. “So you ride fifty miles in the middle of the night to do what? Will you serenade her? Will you play a game of chess with her? Or perhaps have a philosophical discussion?” he scoffed, bis good-natured face grim.
“Don’t forget I’ve known you all my life,” he continued, “and I’ve seen you with more than your share of women since we shared our first girl the year we turned thirteen.” There was a touch of envy in his laugh. “You are to women what a flame is to dry gunpowder.”
“I tell you I will not bed her.” Alessio wondered what Tonio would say if he knew that he had never bedded a virgin. He had bedded cheap whores and expensive courtesans, peasant girls and highborn wives. But never a virgin.
“I need to talk to Bianca. Something happened today—” He broke off. How could he put into words something that had happened only in his head? Tonio would think he had gone mad. And perhaps he had.
“She will break the betrothal.” His hands fisted. “I will make her break the betrothal.”
“Break the betrothal?” Antonio parroted. “I imagine old man Merisi will have something to say about that.”
“The betrothal will be broken, I tell you. It’s been done before.”
“Alessio, Alessio.” Antonio shook his head. “Think with your head and not with what’s between your legs.” He slung his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Would it be worth the trouble? I do not deny that lying with a woman is one of the great pleasures of this earthly life, but would it be worth it? At some point, they all grow fat or ill-humored. Or both. Besides—” Suddenly, he shivered. “Besides, Ugo would kill you if you do.”
No, he will kill me if I do not. The words were so clear in Alessio’s mind that for a moment he thought he had spoken them aloud. As he stared at Tonio’s face, he wondered where the words had come from.
Then, because he was first of all a man of action, he threw off the introspection that had been paralyzing him all evening. As energy and power surged through him, he cast Antonio a dazzling smile.
“Drink a cup of wine to my good fortune, Tonio.”
“I would drink a barrel if I thought it would do any good,” Antonio said morosely, but Alessio’s sudden confidence was so contagious that he, too, smiled. “Forza, Alessio, e buona fortuna.”
Alessio’s smile wavered for a moment as he remembered that those had been his exact words to Bianca that morning. Then, deciding to take that as a good omen, he laughed. He withdrew a handful of coins from his purse and tossed them on the table. Then he took a silver lira and, gesturing with his chin toward the shards that still lay on the floor, flipped it in the direction of the innkeeper.
The man caught the coin deftly and bowed low, well pleased. The coin was worth more than the bit of broken crockery. But then, Messere Alessio was always generous.
With another smile, Alessio gave Antonio a slap on the back. Then he took the stairs two at a time, unbarred the door and stepped out into the night.
Chapter Seven
Several hours of his time and most of the contents of his purse were spent before Alessio was on the road leading to the coast, but neither point disturbed him. He still had half the night to get to Monte Nero and money was the means to an end for him—no more, no less.
The sky was turning an opalescent gray when the breeze brought him the first scent of the sea.
By the time he reached the crossroads that led up the hill to the Merisi villa, the first streaks of pink and pale blue were coloring the sky, but he rode past. He could hardly turn up and demand entry when dawn was just breaking. So he turned his mount toward the beach. Perhaps, he thought, the morning sea would quiet the thoughts that had turned turbulent again in the last hour.
He felt an unreasoning flash of irritation when he saw that he did not have the beach to himself. A boy, his chin resting on his bent knee, was sitting on the rocks, and although he sat very still, his gaze directed out to sea, the presence of the slender figure annoyed Alessio.
A split second before he turned his mount toward the other end of the beach, a movement caught his eye and, not knowing why he did so, Alessio remained where he was. The boy played with his hair, which he had pulled to one side. Then he lifted his head and tossed the hair over his shoulder so that a wealth of black curls flowed down his back. And Alessio knew that the lone figure watching the dawn was no boy but Bianca.
He looked up and down the beach for a servant, a man-at-arms. When he saw that she was truly alone, he felt a spurt of unreasoning anger even as he told himself that it was none of his concern. Still, despite the anger, he understood that he was intruding on a very private moment, and he might have retreated without making himself known to watch over her from afar. But his mount chose that moment to scent Bianca’s mare and whicker nervously. He urged his horse forward.
Bianca knew she was not alone. For a moment, but only for a moment, she thought that Lia had detected her absence and sent one of the servants after her. Even without turning around, she knew that it was Alessio who watched her.
She could feel his presence as surely as if he were touching her. Only his eyes rested on her, yet she could feel the warmth of his hands against her skin, trailing down in a lazy caress with the promise of passion. Already she could feel her body softening like wax against a flame.
Needing to break the spell, she tossed her hair over her shoulder. But there was no help for it. Still his gaze lay on her like a lover’s touch. Then she heard the horse whinny, and the sound of its hooves on the sand. Because she wanted to turn toward the sound, she laced her hands tightly around her legs and stared stubbornly out to sea.
“Have you taken leave of your senses?” Alessio reined in his mount directly in front of Bianca. Because his hand was heavy, the horse pawed the air in protest. “I could have been an outlaw come to rob or rape you and you sit there on your rock as unperturbed as if you were invisible.”
Bianca, her chin still resting on her knees, returned his gaze without any outward sign of the turmoil within her. He looked rougher than he had yesterday. He wore finely tailored velvet the color of the sea at nightfall, but the top buttons of his doublet were open and the laces of his shirt hung untied. The night wind had tangled his hair and his face was shadowed with a day’s and night’s growth of beard. And yet it was just that roughness, that wildness that accented the chiseled beauty of his features. It was just that roughness, that СКАЧАТЬ