Reckless. Shannon Drake

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      “Who is she?” he demanded.

      “I haven’t the faintest notion,” Hunter replied. “She apparently dived in to save young David, but from where, I do not know.” He paused, thinking. Had he seen her before? She was not among last season’s display of coming-of-age young society beauties, of that he was certain. He would have remembered her. Even wet and bedraggled, she was striking.

      She had the abilities of a fish in water, so it seemed, and had been quite positive she didn’t need rescuing. Her hair…what color! Even wet, it was like fire. And her eyes, when opened, flashed fire to match that hair.

      Then, of course, only a blind man could miss the perfection of her form. She was no hothouse flower, but all lean muscle and sinew, long legs, trim hips and…beautiful breasts. Firm, full, straining against the taut fabric.

      He winced at his lascivious thoughts. But he wasn’t a blind man. He couldn’t have missed them.

      “Brave little thing!” Ethan said. “Diving in when none of his fine, hearty companions could manage to do so.”

      That, too, was true.

      But then again, Hunter had seen the way she had looked at David on the embankment. Utterly rapt. She hadn’t dived in for someone who was a stranger to her. There had been something about that look, something that any man or woman living seldom achieved, yet might crave with all the heart. Indeed, she would have gladly given her life for David.

      She’s in love, he thought.

      “You think she’s a friend of the chap?” Ethan asked now.

      “I’ve never seen her before,” Hunter said. “But then, I’m certainly not privy to all of young David’s acquaintances. Indeed, I’ve only come to know him because he is due to take part in the upcoming excavations along the Nile. And because, of course, his father is interested in financing such work.”

      “Good Lord! You don’t think she’s a…”

      “Doxy?” Hunter cocked his head, musing. “No,” he said after a moment. “She hasn’t the look. No hardness in her eyes. Not yet, anyway. But whoever she is, she will be a bit richer than she was, for Lord Avery is determined she be rewarded. Meanwhile, let’s just see to her welfare, eh?”

      In another thirty minutes, the yacht was in and duly berthed. Hunter held the girl in his arms, wrapped warmly in the blankets Ethan had provided her, while Ethan brought round the carriage. Though the area at the docks had been much busier early in the day, the fair-weather sailors had come to realize that such a day was not for sport. Now there was no one about.

      Certainly not young David, or any of his party. Though Hunter knew that Lord Avery would be true to his word and reward the girl, the man would not be overly concerned about her welfare. David would be his first concern.

      And, of course, Margaret.

      Ethan reined in the handsome carriage horses, and the two stood still, awaiting their burden. Hunter entered the carriage with the girl in his arms, needing little assistance.

      “Home then, and quickly,” Ethan said, closing the doors and climbing up top to take the reins.

      And as they rode, Hunter looked down at her face. It was truly beautiful. Skin, though ever so slightly tanned, as smooth as alabaster. Straight nose, lips perhaps a bit too wide and full for the current accepted state of fashion. Her cheekbones were high, her eyes large, lashes long and dark.

      She stirred. Frowned.

      A smile creased her lips, so sweetly.

      She seemed to doze and to dream, and whatever she dreamed, it was sweet.

      The dark lashes twitched and then rose.

      Her eyes focused upon his, and she frowned.

      “You’re with us,” he said softly.

      Her lips moved. She seemed to have lost her voice.

      “What?” he coaxed.

      Something about her at that moment awoke a deep tenderness in him. He wanted to protect her. To bring all that was warm and gentle around her.

      Her lips moved again.

      He leaned close to catch the least whisper.

      “You!” she breathed.

      He heard the intense dismay. He clenched his teeth, forced a smile. And remembered the way she had looked at young David.

      “Indeed, dear girl, ’tis I. And I do apologize. I should have left you in the water!”

      Her eyes closed again. Apparently she still hadn’t realized where she was.

      He was tempted to throw her off his lap, but he held his temper. Even in his most wretched moments, he had never been that bad a scoundrel.

      “All right, then, who are you? And when we return you safely to your home, just where would that be?”

      Once again, her eyes flew open and assessed him with what appeared to be anger. By all the gods, they were truly magnificent eyes, blazing with their unusual color. At this close range, he could truly inspect them. Blue-green along the outer rims, fading to green, then to gold. Extraordinary. Hmm, she was definitely a redhead, but it wasn’t a carroty color, rather like a deep, rich flame. And those dark lashes…

      Wherever she came from, she was probably pure temper, and some poor father, brother or lover might well be glad of a holiday from her tongue!

      She continued to stare at him, her expression becoming perplexed.

      “Well? Who are you?” he demanded.

      Her lashes fell. “I…”

      “Good God, answer me!”

      “I don’t know!” she snapped.

      And so saying, she pushed from his hold, righting herself most regally—until she realized that she’d lost her blankets. She flushed, cast him a furious glance, and dragged the blankets back up to sit in noble silence.

      Chapter 2

      HUNTER EYED HER LONG AND carefully, then a slow smile crept onto his lips.

      “You’re a liar,” he told her quietly.

      “How dare you!” she accused.

      He shook his head. “I simply do not believe you struck your head that hard.”

      She turned to gaze out the carriage window as the busy streets of London passed by. Then she lowered her eyes, the wealth of lashes concealing her thoughts. Her hands, which showed small signs of hard work, were resting on the fine upholstery of the carriage seat and he could see that she was enjoying the soft feel of the fabric.

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