His hands released the reins and slid back, grazing her thighs before resting lightly on her hips. *So would I,” he replied softly, his mouth just next to her ear. Then quickly, he pulled back, and the moment was gone. “I will meet you here in two hours, if that is enough time?”
“Plenty,” she responded hoarsely. Her throat had gone completely dry.
He swung down gracefully, then offered her his hand. After she was on the ground, he held for a second longer before letting go, and then fidgeted nervously. “I guess – I will see you then.”
“Thank you, James. For escorting me home.” She bowed her head a moment, then escaped into her house. Upon closing the door, she leaned back against it, her chest heaving. The entire encounter had left her nerves on end and her senses heightened. She felt as though she had just run for miles, exhausted. What a day! Eyes shut, she hoped to calm the rapid stuttering of her heart.
“So that’s where you snuck off to today,” a low voice drawled, out of the darkness of the parlor.
“Father!” she gasped.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m proud of you, my dear. The Prince – what a catch!” She could hear the triumphant glee in his voice.
“It’s not like that! He saw me on the street – I stayed out too late, shopping,” she protested. “He offered to escort me home.”
“Perhaps you should go to the gala tonight,” he pressed eagerly. “It would be perfect timing now, to show that you are – available…
The thought of Lucas stabbed through her heart. “I am not *available’!” she snapped angrily.
“Oh, right, I forgot about your little servant friend,” he sneered, making her burn with anger. “Has he written to you lately?”
“Shut up! If anything happens to Lucas, I will never forgive you!” she hissed.
He had approached her, and now she could make out his silhouette, with his evil grin spread across his fine, aristocratic features. “He’s not coming back, Justine. You should face reality. It’s time for you to find a husband.”
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