On a Wild Night
Chapter Four
"Exciting enough?"
The words reached her on a whisper; no cynicism came with them—he seemed as appreciative as she.
She drew in a breath—the air was cooler, sweeter than any she'd ever tasted. "It's . . . strange." She glanced at him. "Come—let's walk a little way."
His brows rose but he stood, stepped past her and jumped down. He gave her his hands, helped her down the steps, then, enclosing one of her hands in a firm grasp, he surveyed the silvered sward. "Which way?"
"There." She pointed across the expanse before them to a pinetum.
Dexter called a command to the groom, then, her hand still locked in his, they set out.
It had been years since she'd walked hand-in-hand. She found it unexpectedly enjoyable, leaving her freer than if she'd taken his arm. Yet when her boot slipped in a dip, he pulled her up, steadied her easily. She laughed and smiled her thanks, resettled the luxurious wrap,, then let him take her hand and they walked on.
Behind them, the carriage drive dwindled. The sense of being alone, the sole living beings in the quiet landscape, grew with every ... read full excerpt from On a Wild Night ebook
