Bound By One Scandalous Night. Diane Gaston

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      ‘Shall we cross through the park?’ he asked. ‘It will be safe enough tonight. Or would you prefer we walk around it?’

      ‘We may cross the park,’ she responded.

      She was still lost in her own thoughts. Edmund wanted her to talk to him again. Seeing so many sweethearts clinging to each other affected him. How many would be torn apart for ever? He supposed they were trying to grab one more moment of feeling alive. Perhaps that was what she and Fowler quarrelled about. Perhaps Fowler asked her for more than she could respectably provide. Soldiers leaving for battle often wanted one last coupling with a woman.

      As they walked through the park, he heard faint sounds of lovemaking coming from behind the shrubbery. Surely she had noticed, too. Surely she could hear the sounds.

      ‘I have a suspicion that your Captain Fowler might have asked for liberties,’ he tried to explain. It did not excuse Fowler’s abandoning her, but maybe it would help explain his behaviour toward her. ‘Men often want a woman before battle.’

      She stopped. ‘You think he propositioned me?’

      Now he was not so certain. ‘That was my guess, yes.’

      * * *

      Amelie kept walking. He really could not be more wrong. Fowler had not propositioned her. But he had left her.

      ‘He put you in danger by leaving you,’ the lieutenant went on. ‘That was unforgivable.’

      Could he not talk of something else? Anything else?

      Was it possible to grow older in an instant? Because that was how it felt to Amelie. One moment she was young and in love; the next...

      ‘Unforgivable,’ she repeated. But his leaving was only part of his unforgivable behaviour.

      Not that it mattered to Fowler.

      They continued across the park, heading to the gate on the other side. As they reached it, another couple entered, a plainly dressed young woman and a tall, red-coated infantryman.

      The young woman halted. ‘Miss Glenville?’

      Amelie stared at her. ‘Sally?’ She glanced back to Edmund. ‘My maid,’ she explained.

      ‘Oh, miss!’ the maid cried. ‘Are you back from the ball? There is to be a battle, and your father wants to leave early in the morning for Antwerp. I have packed for you. Must I come to you now? I—I hoped for a little while longer.’ Her words came out in a rush.

      Next to Sally a young infantryman stood at attention, eyeing Amelie and Edmund warily. But when he gazed at Sally his countenance turned soft and worshipful. Amelie envied her so acutely the pain was physical.

      She glanced from the maid to the infantryman and back. ‘Of course, you must have as long as you like, Sally. In fact, I do not need you at all tonight. I will manage quite well without you.’

      The maid grasped Miss Glenville’s hand in both of hers. ‘Oh, thank you, miss! Thank you so much.’

      The maid pulled on the infantryman’s arm. The young man bowed quickly to Edmund, and the couple disappeared into the park.

      ‘He is, I believe, an old friend of Sally’s,’ she said, as if she owed Edmund an explanation. ‘Amazing that they met here in Brussels with all the soldiers here, but, then, your sister and I met my brother in this park the first hour we arrived. And a friend of yours with him, as I recall. And a friend from London, as well.’ Now she was babbling.

      ‘Such lucky happenstance,’ he remarked.

      Not as lucky as she had been that Edmund had happened to be across the street when that horrible creature attacked her. She could still feel the man’s hands gripping her, smell his unwashed skin—

      She buried her nose in Edmund’s red coat. Its scent—his scent—banished the memory.

      ‘You were very kind to your maid,’ he said.

      She shrugged. ‘How could I refuse her? It was her one chance, perhaps.’

      It was a chance she would never have. When Fowler first paid her court, she had woven joyous dreams of living happily ever after in her very own fairy story, but she learned that real life was not a fairy tale. It was more often filled with lies, deception, painful words and grave disappointments.

      At least Sally might be able to capture a few moments of joy. Amelie hoped the girl would have many such happy moments.

      Amelie would not.

      ‘I commend your liberal attitude,’ Edmund said.

      She was startled. She’d been lost in her own miseries.

      He grinned.

      She blinked and really looked at him for the first time this night.

      He was taller than Fowler. More muscular, easy to see now that he was without his coat. The hair beneath his shako was as dark as night, his thick brows the same hue. His lips were finely formed as if some master sculptor had created them; his chin, strong and shadowed by what was probably a day’s growth of beard that made him appear more like the rake he claimed to be. His smile robbed her of breath.

      When she’d met him two days ago, she’d immediately felt taken with him. He’d appeared so handsome in his regimentals, the bright sunlight from the windows making his red coat even more vibrant, his smile even more dazzling. He’d looked then like a fine man, a strong soldier, a brother Tess could be proud of. Even with her head full of Captain Fowler as it had been, she’d thought how nice it would be to know Edmund Summerfield better and how sad it was that his birth made him even less acceptable to society than her own family.

      What did birth matter, though? Fowler’s was as respectable as one could be, but he’d behaved abominably, walking away without a second glance, leaving her utterly alone just because—

      Edmund’s smile faded. ‘Your Captain Fowler must not have appreciated you.’

      Tears stung her eyes. ‘No, he did not. Not at all.’

      To her surprise, he put his arms around her. She knew he meant only to be comforting, but, his strong arms wrapped around her, his muscular body flush with hers, other emotions were stirred. It gave her a hint as to what she so desired, what she could never have. She knew that now.

      She did not pull away from him. This might be the only time a man’s arms held her.

      Edmund released her and they resumed walking.

      ‘So what was it that caused the words between you and Captain Fowler?’ he persisted. ‘If it was not him propositioning you.’

      ‘I do not wish to say,’ she responded. ‘Not to you.’

      She felt him bristle. ‘I forgot. One must not confide in a bastard.’

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