page for a few moments longer, struggling to make sense of it all. He’d threatened her sister. He’d threatened her well-being. But this…this was, perhaps, the most sinister thing that he’d said.
It reminded her of the foolish, inexplicable sense of security that she felt in his presence, of the sense of attraction that pulsed between them. Those words took her most vulnerable self and made a mockery of her desires.
But then, she would not be cowed. She would
not
be vulnerable. Her child’s future was at stake, and no matter what weapon Mr. Marshall leveled at her, she would not flinch.
Serena raised her chin, and scrawled her response.
I was wondering when you would start threatening me with fates worse than death. Congratulations, Mr. Marshall. I am now officially frightened.
Chapter Five
I T WAS LONG PAST DARK by the time Hugo left work, whistling tunelessly.
He shouldn’t have felt so ridiculously pleased with himself—he still had no idea what he was going to do about Miss Barton. Still, by the time she’d bested him—for the third time!—with that snipe about fates worse than death, he’d had an enormous grin on his face. It hadn’t faded, not through the hours that passed, not even though he’d needed to stay long past his usual time to finish his work.
He came out from the mews, turning onto the street, tapping his walking stick against the ground in a happy rhythm. And then he stopped.
Miss Barton was still sitting on the bench.
He’d not seen her in the dark from his window. He’d assumed she was gone. If he’d known she was still present… No. He wasn’t sure what he would have done, if he’d known she was waiting in the dark where any blackguard might prey upon her. He crossed the street slowly.
“Miss Barton?” he asked, his voice low and threatening. “What are you still doing here?”
She stood at his approach. Her face was grim. “What do you think? I’m waiting to speak to you.”
“Me?” He took another step toward her. “Why?”
He couldn’t see her expression. The street lamp was ten feet behind him, casting her face into shadow. She started toward him, and his latent awareness of her roared to life. She was a good bit shorter than he was. The fabric of her skirts rustled in the darkness. Her strides were sure and confident; her kiss would be as certain. His skin prickled in anticipation as she came up to him, within touching distance.
Before he had a chance to think, she made a fist and punched him in the jaw.
He caught her hand before she could do it again. “Never hit a man with a closed fist,” he told her.
He could feel her pulse.
“Why? Because it gives you an excuse to manhandle me?”
He let go. “Slap his face instead.”
“Ha.”
“It will make him take you less seriously, and then he won’t be expecting it when you knee him in the groin.”
She let out a surprised burst of laughter at that.
“That’s better,” Hugo heard himself say. “I spent my day flirting with a beautiful, maddening woman,” he told her. “How was yours?”
She snorted. “I spent mine receiving cowardly threats of violence,” she tossed back. “Other than that, it was just lovely.”
Hugo’s bright, pleasant mood grew a shade darker. “Did you, then.”
“Yes,” she said passionately. “And as soon as he lets down his guard, I’m going to smack some sense into the fellow who threatened me.”
“Was I as bad as all that, then?” Was he
apologizing
to her for doing his work? No. Of course he wasn’t. That would be ludicrous.
She set her hands on her hips. “You convinced my sister’s landlord to toss her out on her ear with almost no notice. We must vacate in two days.
Two days
.”
“Have you nowhere else to go?”
“You don’t understand. Were it just me, this would pose no difficulty at all. But my sister…she doesn’t leave her rooms, not unless she has to. When she met me at an inn a few weeks ago, she almost fainted in the
It reminded her of the foolish, inexplicable sense of security that she felt in his presence, of the sense of attraction that pulsed between them. Those words took her most vulnerable self and made a mockery of her desires.
But then, she would not be cowed. She would
not
be vulnerable. Her child’s future was at stake, and no matter what weapon Mr. Marshall leveled at her, she would not flinch.
Serena raised her chin, and scrawled her response.
I was wondering when you would start threatening me with fates worse than death. Congratulations, Mr. Marshall. I am now officially frightened.
Chapter Five
I T WAS LONG PAST DARK by the time Hugo left work, whistling tunelessly.
He shouldn’t have felt so ridiculously pleased with himself—he still had no idea what he was going to do about Miss Barton. Still, by the time she’d bested him—for the third time!—with that snipe about fates worse than death, he’d had an enormous grin on his face. It hadn’t faded, not through the hours that passed, not even though he’d needed to stay long past his usual time to finish his work.
He came out from the mews, turning onto the street, tapping his walking stick against the ground in a happy rhythm. And then he stopped.
Miss Barton was still sitting on the bench.
He’d not seen her in the dark from his window. He’d assumed she was gone. If he’d known she was still present… No. He wasn’t sure what he would have done, if he’d known she was waiting in the dark where any blackguard might prey upon her. He crossed the street slowly.
“Miss Barton?” he asked, his voice low and threatening. “What are you still doing here?”
She stood at his approach. Her face was grim. “What do you think? I’m waiting to speak to you.”
“Me?” He took another step toward her. “Why?”
He couldn’t see her expression. The street lamp was ten feet behind him, casting her face into shadow. She started toward him, and his latent awareness of her roared to life. She was a good bit shorter than he was. The fabric of her skirts rustled in the darkness. Her strides were sure and confident; her kiss would be as certain. His skin prickled in anticipation as she came up to him, within touching distance.
Before he had a chance to think, she made a fist and punched him in the jaw.
He caught her hand before she could do it again. “Never hit a man with a closed fist,” he told her.
He could feel her pulse.
“Why? Because it gives you an excuse to manhandle me?”
He let go. “Slap his face instead.”
“Ha.”
“It will make him take you less seriously, and then he won’t be expecting it when you knee him in the groin.”
She let out a surprised burst of laughter at that.
“That’s better,” Hugo heard himself say. “I spent my day flirting with a beautiful, maddening woman,” he told her. “How was yours?”
She snorted. “I spent mine receiving cowardly threats of violence,” she tossed back. “Other than that, it was just lovely.”
Hugo’s bright, pleasant mood grew a shade darker. “Did you, then.”
“Yes,” she said passionately. “And as soon as he lets down his guard, I’m going to smack some sense into the fellow who threatened me.”
“Was I as bad as all that, then?” Was he
apologizing
to her for doing his work? No. Of course he wasn’t. That would be ludicrous.
She set her hands on her hips. “You convinced my sister’s landlord to toss her out on her ear with almost no notice. We must vacate in two days.
Two days
.”
“Have you nowhere else to go?”
“You don’t understand. Were it just me, this would pose no difficulty at all. But my sister…she doesn’t leave her rooms, not unless she has to. When she met me at an inn a few weeks ago, she almost fainted in the
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