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Mercifully, her father’s return signified a return to normalcy. The cart stopped in the yard, and the low sound of men’s voices reached her. She paused before opening the door, her heart in her throat. Colonel Blakeney could beg for Jeremy all he wanted; she would refuse. Rather to remain a spinster than marry someone like Jeremy.
She opened the door as her father climbed down from the cart, standing back to let his companion alight.
The weeks of separation had done nothing to diminish her memory of him. His elegant riding coat flapped about his legs as he walked, his stride confident and purposeful. His long hair swept about his face in glossy black locks. He looked even more like a pirate than he ever had before.
Her resolve to be firm died a slow, pitiable death. She stumbled forward when her father called to her.
“Ah, there’s my sweet Jane. My dear, you remember Colonel Blakeney?”
The coal black eyes fastened on hers, mesmerizing her. She studied his face for any sign of an ulterior motivation, but his demeanor was kindly. He extended his hand, and she took it. The broad fingers squeezed hers ever so slightly.
“How do you do, Miss Brooke?” He bowed over her hand.
She bobbed a curtsy, relief flooding her like a cool breeze. The penetrating stare he gave her assured his intent was friendly. They had shared such an easy companionship at the Parkers’, and it seemed it would continue, unhindered by any frivolous actions on Jeremy’s part.
“I’m quite well, thank you, Colonel Blakeney. Your arrival is a…a pleasant surprise.”
“I would have come sooner but was detained in
“Then…” She took a deep breath. “You did not come from
He looked puzzled. His jaw clenched but relaxed a moment later. “I left the day after you did. My brother is ill.”
“I thought you left that morning…” Too late, she realized his sudden departure had been an excuse. His flush confirmed it, but a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I spent the night at an inn, only to return to Everhill the next day to find you gone.”
If only she’d listened to Lucinda and remained where she was. He’d gone to the inn because he was angry. Or jealous.