Claiming the Forbidden Bride by Gayle Wilson

worry.’
    â€˜Of course,’ she said again, but her eyes told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.
    He had finally escaped his family’s solicitous care of him. Now he must concentrate on regaining his strength in order to escape the possibility of further humiliation. Not all of which, he admitted ruefully, involved his family.
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    â€˜How is he?’ Magda asked.
    â€˜Stronger.’ Nadya dipped a ladle into the pot of porridge that hung over the fire near her grandmother’s caravan. She had already put the writing materials she’d promised the Englishman in the pocket of her apron. ‘He doesn’t remember what happened with Angel or how he came to be here.’
    â€˜He doesn’t remember saving her?’
    â€˜No. And I’m not sure it’s to our advantage to tell him.’
    â€˜As it stands now, he believes he’s beholden to you .’ Magda had immediately grasped her dilemma. ‘If you tell him what he did for your daughter, the shoe is on the other foot.’
    â€˜Exactly.’
    â€˜And yet you feel like a cheat for not telling him.’
    Nadya looked up at the old woman, marvelling again at how easily she was able to read her thoughts. ‘He deserves my gratitude, Mami . If he hadn’t been there…’ A tightness in her throat prevented her from finishing the thought.
    â€˜It wasn’t only that he was there, chavi . According to the girl, he put his life at risk to save Angel.’
    â€˜I know. And for a child he didn’t know. A child who was nothing to him.’
    â€˜An English child. One of his own kind,’ Magda reminded her. ‘If your daughter had looked like you, chavi , I wonder if he would have gone into the water to rescue her.’
    Nadya couldn’t argue with what her grandmother was suggesting. She had lived her entire life with the kind of unthinking prejudice that held her people to be less worthy of every measure of respect accorded to the fairer-skinned population among whom they lived.
    â€˜What do you think?’ Magda asked.
    â€˜About what?’ Without meeting her grandmother’s eyes, Nadya wiped the rim of the bowl she’d just filled with the edge of her apron.
    â€˜Do you think he would have done that for another child? For Tara? Or Racine?’
    â€˜How should I know what the gaujo would do? All I know is what he did.’
    â€˜And that’s enough for you?’
    â€˜It’s enough for today,’ Nadya said as she straightened.
    â€˜And for tomorrow?’
    â€˜Tomorrow he’ll be gone, and I won’t have to wonder about him ever again.’
    The dark, far-seeing eyes of her grandmother held on hers. Then the thin lips, surrounded by their network of fine lines lifted, curving at the corners. ‘There are lies more believable than the truth, chavi . The one you just told isn’t one of them.’
    â€˜Your old sayings may work with the gadje , Mami , who are willing to believe anything you tell them. You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. Besides, Stephano has decreed I have to get rid of the Englishman before he returns.’
    â€˜When have you ever worried about obeying Stephano’s orders? Except when they track with your own desires.’
    â€˜Then isn’t it convenient that in this case they do? Go peddle your fortunes to the villagers. We shall need their shillings come winter.’
    â€˜Before it, if we keep feeding strangers.’ One dark brow rose in challenge, but the old woman’s grin widened.
    And when Nadya turned to take the gaujo’s breakfast to him, she, too, was smiling.
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    As she rounded the corner of her vardo , she discovered the Englishman dressed and sitting on its high seat. Flat on his back, he had sent her normally unflappable senses reeling. Upright, he proved to be even more of a threat to them.
    Much the worse for its recent immersion as well as for the now-mended