so full of spirit.â He gripped her hands tightly. âYou took an outrageous risk, you know.â
âNo.â She wanted to argue, but her brain and voice werenât functioning properly. She stared up at him; his face stilled, and his eyes focused on her mouth again. Oh. He was going to kiss her here on High Street in front of Mr. Fenwickâs shop where the entire village could see them.
She should stop him.
Sheâd never been kissed. Not really. The brief brush of his lips at the pond did not count. That had just been a tease ⦠perhaps a promise?
She tilted her face up, let her eyes drift closed â¦
And heard Diteeâs voice behind her.
âVenus, Mr. Fenwick hasâ what are you doing?â
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âYou werenât going to kiss Miss Venus in the middle of High Street, were you?â Nigel asked as they rode back to Hyndon House.
âOf course not.â It hadnât been the middle of High Street â¦
Damn it, he had almost kissed Venus in full view of any passerby. What was the matter with him? Heâd never before lost awareness of his surroundings so completely, except perhaps when heâd been standing naked at that pond.
It was all Venusâs fault. There was something about her that made his good sense shut down. It wasnât just her beauty; heâd seen plenty of beautiful women in London. It was her spirit, her determination, her sharp tongue. He felt so alive when he was with her, as if something excitingâlikely disastrousâwas about to happen at any moment.
But the oddest thing was he also felt very comfortable with her, as if theyâd been friends forever.
His mother had died when he was four; his father when he was thirteen. As duke, he had countless dependents, but he hadnât had a family in a long, long time. Yes, he had Nigel. Nigel was like a brother, but Nigel was seven years older than he. There had always been that distanceâand Nigel would eventually marry and have his own family.
Drew had always felt deeply aloneâbut not when he was with Venus.
âThis is only a small, rural village miles from London,â Nigel was saying, âbut Iâll wager my yearly income that gossip flourishes here, too, and rumors that the Duke of Greycliffe is showing a marked interest in a certain country miss will be flying back to Town faster than the wind.â
Blast it, Nigel was probably right. Hell, Londonâs biggest gossips could have been standing at his elbow and he likely wouldnât have noticed. But Nigel did have one crucial detail wrong.
âThe gossips wonât be saying the duke is dallying with Venus; no one here knows Iâm Greycliffe. Theyâll say you were the one misbehaving.â
The ton wouldnât know what to make of staid Nigel Valentine, so discreetâbefore Widow Blackburn, that isâacting in such a publicly scandalous way. Not that theyâd know what to make of Drew either if the truth got out, but it seemed dukes were expected to behave as if societyâs rules did not apply to them.
Nigel gaped at himâand then favored him with a long, rather imaginative string of curses.
âIâm sorry,â Drew said. âWhat was that one about the witchâs teat? I didnât quite catch it.â
âBloody hell, Drew, Iâm going to kill you.â
âYou canât. Murdering a peer is a capital offense. You donât want to hang, do you?â
Drew could almost hear Nigelâs teeth grinding.
âI might risk it.â
âNot a good idea.â They turned through the gates to Hyndon House and started up the drive. âDonât worry. Iâm sure things will sort themselves out.â Drew shot Nigel a look. âPerhaps the gossip will give the widow a disgust of you.â
âNot likely. Iââ
âGood God!â Drew reined his horse in so abruptly the animal tossed its head and sidestepped.
Anne McCaffrey, Margaret Ball