What A Duke Dares. Anna Campbell

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СКАЧАТЬ Even if it wasn’t, she’d damn well walk rather than suffer Cam’s company all the way back to England.

      Now that Peter wouldn’t meet her in Paris—she stifled a pang, she’d grieve once she was out of this pickle—she’d go south as Cam suggested. Then she’d make her way to London.

      The corridor outside her room was black as a cave in Hades. She edged forward. Once she made it downstairs and outside to the stables, she was on her way.

      “Going somewhere?”

      She jumped and dropped her bag to the wooden floor. Gasping, she whirled toward the shadows near the door. “You scared me.”

      “Not enough, apparently,” Cam said drily.

      She ignored the remark. “What are you doing outside my room?”

      “What are you doing dressed for travel?”

      “How do you know I’m dressed for travel?”

      “Aren’t you?” he asked coolly. “Shall we continue this discussion in private?”

      “We have nothing to say to each other,” she said crisply, marching past.

      “After so long? You wound me.” He caught her arm and bustled her into her room.

      “You have no right.” She struggled to break free. He’d touched her too often since he’d saved her. And every time he set her pulse racing.

      “Perhaps not. Will you stay and listen?”

      “You’re such a bully,” she said sullenly.

      “Sticks and stones. Do I release you?”

      She wanted to kick him. “Yes.”

      Cam let her go and moved past. He paused before the window, his tall, lean shape silhouetted against the light reflected from the snow outside. After some clicks and scrapes, the candle on her nightstand bloomed into light.

      “I hate to mention your dignity again, but isn’t it degrading for a duke of the realm to sleep across a lady’s threshold like a servant?” she asked with pointed sweetness.

      He glanced up with a faint smile. Despite her irritation, her heart lurched. How she wished he wasn’t so beautiful with his narrow, intense face and his glinting green eyes and his level dark brows. After nearly ten years without him, he still dazzled her. It just wasn’t fair.

      “I didn’t have to prostrate myself on your doorstep.” He paused. “Giuseppe told me your plans.”

       Blast Giuseppe and his flapping gums.

      She didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until Cam laughed. “You should give him his marching orders. He’s worse than useless.”

      “Perhaps you should offer him a place in your household,” she asked with more of that dangerous sweetness.

      “Not on your life. I value loyalty too much to employ that weasel. Pen, do you really want me trailing you all the way back to Dover?”

      He made her sound absurd. “You’d do that?”

      “I would.”

      Of course he would. He’d accepted the obligation of her safety and he wouldn’t relinquish the burden short of death. Cam’s principles were a deuced nuisance. She released a long-suffering sigh. “Were you always this annoying?”

      “Probably.” He glanced around. “Shall we go?”

      “Now?”

      He lifted the candle. “Your carriage awaits. I paid the landlord last night.”

      “What about your carriage?”

      “I rode.”

      Aghast, she stared at him. “Through the snow?”

      “Through the snow.” He paused. “You’ve put me to a deal of trouble, Pen.”

      Her lips tightened even as guilt pricked her. It had been a horrific winter. He’d faced weeks of peril on her behalf. “I didn’t ask you to come.”

      “Perhaps not, but set aside your stubbornness and admit that you’ll be better off with a man to ease your way.”

      Patronizing swine. She left the bedroom and gingerly descended the insecure staircase, careful not to grip the makeshift banister too hard. “What a typically male thing to say.”

      “Which makes it no less true.” His voice warmed a fraction. She wished to heaven she wasn’t so attuned to every nuance. She wished to heaven she’d never met him again.

      On the ground floor she faced Cam, illuminated in candlelight at the top of the stairs. God save her, could he look any more appealing? She bit back a bitter laugh.

      If he’d suborned her coachman, she didn’t have much choice about going with him. Still, she didn’t like to admit defeat any more than His Grace, the Duke of Sedgemoor. “We need to set some rules.”

      He cocked his eyebrow with familiar mockery as he descended, carrying her bag. “That’s not like you, Pen. You usually prefer everything free and easy.”

      Ouch. “Just because I didn’t settle into middle age before I hit twenty doesn’t make me a complete flibbertigibbet. I’ve traveled for years without major problems.”

      “Yesterday was a close call.”

      She wished he hadn’t arrived to find her at such a disadvantage. On the other hand, without his intervention, she doubted that she’d be here this morning. “Are you going to dine out on that rescue all the way to England?”

      “You’ve got a nasty tongue, my girl.” He sounded like he appreciated her barbed responses.

      Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. They weren’t falling into the habit of private little messages. They weren’t going to act like intimate friends. She glared. “I’ve developed many unfortunate habits,” she said flatly. “Are we going?”

      “Your eagerness for my company fills my heart with elation.”

      “Give yourself a day or so in a carriage with me and see if you feel the same,” she snapped and flounced outside to where the perfidious Giuseppe waited in the driver’s seat. A high-bred bay gelding was tied to the back of the coach. The snow might have stopped, but it was bitterly cold. Pen hoped Giuseppe froze.

      When Cam entered the vehicle, she was bundled under fur throws with Maria beside her. The lamps inside were lit. He settled with his back toward the horses. Again, the perfect gentleman.

      He banged on the ceiling to tell Giuseppe to go. Pen bit back a snide comment about him taking charge. Even as a small boy, Cam had been inclined to command. Seven years as Duke of Sedgemoor had only fortified his dictatorial tendencies. If she bridled at every order, she’d be a wreck before they reached the foot of this mountain, let alone England.

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