asking.
‘Well, no.’ She pinched her lips together, realising that she’d led him to believe something she’d never intended. ‘I couldn’t possibly—’
‘Don’t worry, sweet.’ His voice grew low, tempting her once again. ‘I’ll stop your wedding, if it’s in my power.’
She breathed once again, her shoulders falling in relief. ‘I would be most grateful.’ Knowing that he would be there inthe background, to steal her away from an unwanted wedding, gave her the sense that somehow everything would be all right. She held out her gloved palm, intending to shake his hand on the bargain.
The Lieutenant took her gloved hand in his. Instead of a firm handshake, he raised her palm to his face. ‘If I steal the bride away,’ he murmured, pressing his lips to her hand, ‘what will I get in return?’
Chapter Four
‘W hat do you want?’
Michael’s response was a slow smile, letting her imagine all the things he might do to a stolen bride, if they were alone.
Hannah’s expression appeared shocked. ‘I would never do such a thing. This is an arrangement, nothing more.’
Her face had gone pale, and Michael pulled back, putting physical distance between them. ‘Don’t you recognise teasing when you hear it, sweet?’
She looked bewildered, but shook her head. ‘Don’t make fun of me, please. This is about Belgrave. I simply can’t marry him.’
‘Then don’t.’
‘It’s not that simple. Already my mother has decided it would be the best future for me.’ Hannah rubbed at her temples absently. ‘I don’t know what I can do to convince her otherwise.’
‘It’s very simple. Tell her no.’
She was already shaking her head, making excuses to herself. ‘I can’t. She won’t listen to a thing I say.’
‘You’ve never disobeyed them, have you?’
‘No.’ She seemed lost, so vulnerable that he half-wished there was someone who could take care of her. Not him.There was no hope of that. She was far better off away from a man like himself.
‘No one can force you to marry. Not even your father.’ He adjusted her shawl so it fully covered her shoulders. ‘Hold your ground and endure what you must.’
Visions flooded his mind, of the battle at Balaclava where his men had obeyed that same command. They’d tried valiantly to stand firm before the enemy. A hailstorm of enemy bullets had rained down upon them, men dying by the hundreds.
Was he asking her to do the same? To stand up to her father, knowing that the Marquess would strike her down? Perhaps it was the wrong course of action.
‘I don’t think I can,’ Hannah confessed. She tugged at a finger of her glove, worrying the fabric. ‘Papa can make my life a misery. And I’ll be ruined if I don’t marry.’
Though she was undoubtedly right, he could not allow himself to think about her future. They were worlds apart from one another. She would have to live with whatever choices she made.
‘Time to make your own fortune. If you’re already ruined, you’ve nothing left to lose. Do as you please.’
Hannah stared at him, as though she hadn’t the faintest idea of how a ruined woman should behave. ‘I don’t know. I’ve always…done what I should.’
She took a step towards the house, away from him. He suddenly understood that she’d asked him to rescue her, not because of her parents, but because the need to obey was so deeply ingrained in her. If he kidnapped her from the wedding, she could lay the blame at his feet, not hers.
She’s not your concern, his brain reminded him. Let her make her own choices. Tell her no .
But he didn’t. Though he shouldn’t interfere, neither would he let her marry a man like Belgrave. He let out a breath, andsaid, ‘Send word to me if anything changes. Your brothers know where I can be found.’
‘Will you be all right?’ she asked in a small voice. ‘What if my father—?’
‘He can do nothing to me,’ Michael interrupted. Within a week or two, there would be hundreds
‘Well, no.’ She pinched her lips together, realising that she’d led him to believe something she’d never intended. ‘I couldn’t possibly—’
‘Don’t worry, sweet.’ His voice grew low, tempting her once again. ‘I’ll stop your wedding, if it’s in my power.’
She breathed once again, her shoulders falling in relief. ‘I would be most grateful.’ Knowing that he would be there inthe background, to steal her away from an unwanted wedding, gave her the sense that somehow everything would be all right. She held out her gloved palm, intending to shake his hand on the bargain.
The Lieutenant took her gloved hand in his. Instead of a firm handshake, he raised her palm to his face. ‘If I steal the bride away,’ he murmured, pressing his lips to her hand, ‘what will I get in return?’
Chapter Four
‘W hat do you want?’
Michael’s response was a slow smile, letting her imagine all the things he might do to a stolen bride, if they were alone.
Hannah’s expression appeared shocked. ‘I would never do such a thing. This is an arrangement, nothing more.’
Her face had gone pale, and Michael pulled back, putting physical distance between them. ‘Don’t you recognise teasing when you hear it, sweet?’
She looked bewildered, but shook her head. ‘Don’t make fun of me, please. This is about Belgrave. I simply can’t marry him.’
‘Then don’t.’
‘It’s not that simple. Already my mother has decided it would be the best future for me.’ Hannah rubbed at her temples absently. ‘I don’t know what I can do to convince her otherwise.’
‘It’s very simple. Tell her no.’
She was already shaking her head, making excuses to herself. ‘I can’t. She won’t listen to a thing I say.’
‘You’ve never disobeyed them, have you?’
‘No.’ She seemed lost, so vulnerable that he half-wished there was someone who could take care of her. Not him.There was no hope of that. She was far better off away from a man like himself.
‘No one can force you to marry. Not even your father.’ He adjusted her shawl so it fully covered her shoulders. ‘Hold your ground and endure what you must.’
Visions flooded his mind, of the battle at Balaclava where his men had obeyed that same command. They’d tried valiantly to stand firm before the enemy. A hailstorm of enemy bullets had rained down upon them, men dying by the hundreds.
Was he asking her to do the same? To stand up to her father, knowing that the Marquess would strike her down? Perhaps it was the wrong course of action.
‘I don’t think I can,’ Hannah confessed. She tugged at a finger of her glove, worrying the fabric. ‘Papa can make my life a misery. And I’ll be ruined if I don’t marry.’
Though she was undoubtedly right, he could not allow himself to think about her future. They were worlds apart from one another. She would have to live with whatever choices she made.
‘Time to make your own fortune. If you’re already ruined, you’ve nothing left to lose. Do as you please.’
Hannah stared at him, as though she hadn’t the faintest idea of how a ruined woman should behave. ‘I don’t know. I’ve always…done what I should.’
She took a step towards the house, away from him. He suddenly understood that she’d asked him to rescue her, not because of her parents, but because the need to obey was so deeply ingrained in her. If he kidnapped her from the wedding, she could lay the blame at his feet, not hers.
She’s not your concern, his brain reminded him. Let her make her own choices. Tell her no .
But he didn’t. Though he shouldn’t interfere, neither would he let her marry a man like Belgrave. He let out a breath, andsaid, ‘Send word to me if anything changes. Your brothers know where I can be found.’
‘Will you be all right?’ she asked in a small voice. ‘What if my father—?’
‘He can do nothing to me,’ Michael interrupted. Within a week or two, there would be hundreds
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