and walked away.
In seconds, the horse appeared alongside her, making her a bit nervous, for she was unused to animals. âThatâs good,â he murmured. His tone was very sensual, and before Grace could react, he was on the ground beside her. âThatâs very good,â he drawled softly, âbecause now we can start over.â
She was assailed by his masculine scent, mingling of leather, sweat, and horse. âThere is nothing to start.â
âYou donât think so?â
She shot a glance at him, and found that there was laughter in his eyes. That he might find her amusing angered her. âI know so.â
She stared straight ahead and ignored him. But it was impossible to ignore her own physical reactions to hisproximityâa tightening of her breasts, an uncomfortable, yet delicious tingling of her loins, a breathlessness. Nerves, she told herself.
âHow has your first morning gone?â
âJust fine.â
âThe girls give you any trouble?â
âNot really.â
His hip bumped hers. She shifted immediately away. âIf they do,â he said, unaware of the touch of their bodies, or so it seemed, âyou come to me. Iâll straighten them out.â
âThank you, Mr.ââ
âBragg,â he cut in quickly, âRathe Bragg, at your service, Gracie.â
âYes, well, thank you, Mr. Bragg, but no thank you. Iâve been a teacher for years, and I know exactly what Iâm doing.â
He took her hand, stopping them. âIâm sure you do.â
His hand was warm, damp, hard, and very large. Aghast and angry at his nerve, she yanked her hand away. âHow dare you! And stop calling me Gracie! Itâs Miss OâRourke to you!â
âHow dare I call you Gracie or take your hand?â He chuckled. âI dare both, easily.â He leaned toward her. Her hand was suddenly in his again. His breath, when he spoke, was soft and warm, his tone low and husky. âYour hand is so small and delicate, and softâlike silk.â
Grace stared, speechless.
He smiled slightly, raising her fingers to his lips.
At the touch of his damp, firm mouth on her flesh, she reacted. With a gasp she pulled her hand away, her eyes blazing. He lifted his head, and she found herself staring at his beautiful mouth, lips still slightly parted.
Her temper flared. âYou are going to jeopardize my job! I donât think Mrs. Barclay would like you plying your charms on me! So please, ply them elsewhere!â
He stared, then threw back his head and laughed. âYou have a bad temper, Gracie, but you know what? I like it,I truly do! It definitely proves a point! Why do I rile you so when Iâm only being friendly?â With superb grace he swung onto the stallion. âIs it just me that you so dislike,â he asked, âor is it all men?â
âI donât think you would care for the truth,â she flung over her shoulder, striding away.
âI can handle the truth, all right,â he said chuckling from behind her. Grace whirled to fire a retort, but he was faster. âBut I wonder if you can.â He winked and cantered off.
Insufferable and conceited.
Impossible and arrogant.
Never had she met such a man.
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That afternoon both girls yawned frequently, pretended not to listen, or actually didnât. Grace could tell that they were several years behind in their lessons. Margaret Anne, at six, had not the foggiest idea of the alphabet. Mary Louise spelled like a first grader, and her reading was equally atrocious. Of course, her handwriting was as dismal as her stitches.
Halfway through her task of writing the word cage twenty times, Mary Louise threw her pencil aside. âPooh! I hate this! This is stupid! I donât need to spell, my husband will do all my writing for me!â
âI hate this, too,â Margaret Anne yelled, throwing her pencil aside. With Grace at her elbow, she
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