He stared at her as if she had grown two heads. Then he dared to laugh. The sound was rough and condescending. “No one marries for love,” he said flatly. “If the emotion even exists.”
She felt like kicking his shin. “My parents loved each other and married for love. I am sorry your parents did not love each other,” she said angrily. “Clearly that has scarred you deeply. Perhaps that explains your cruelty and your lack of compassion.”
In an instant, he was in front of her, towering over her. “Never bring up the subject of my parents again, as they are none of your affair. Do you comprehend me, Miss Hughes?”
She recoiled. How had this maddened him so? “You could not be more forthcoming.”
“And dare I remind you that not once since I have taken you aboard my ship, has anyone, myself included, been in the least bit cruel toward you? Unless you consider the sweet death you experienced last night cruelty—”
“Leaving me to wonder how a woman feels when the act is truly accomplished, and if the sweet death you referred to changes in any manner, that is certainly cruel,” Virginia heard herself say.
He looked stunned.
Virginia knew she flushed. “I can’t help wondering what it must be like—”
He seized her arm and propelled her out of the cabin. “I am sorry that I cannot control your thoughts,” he said tersely.
“You cannot be angry now that I am curious, when it is all your fault!” she cried, looking at his hard, perfect profile.
“My fault?” He propelled her down the gangplank. “I do believe you were the seductress, Miss Hughes.”
“I am eighteen. I had never kissed anyone before last night. How could I possibly seduce you?” Ahead of them, she saw a carriage and a liveried driver. A big gray stallion was tied to the back. The mount was saddled. She realized the coach was for her and the horse for him.
How glorious it would be to be astride again, she thought. But she instantly knew she should not let him know the superb rider that she was, just in case another instance presented itself for escape.
Devlin handed her into the coach. She dared to look into his cold gray eyes. He remained angry with her. It was simply ludicrous. “Wait,” she cried softly, before he could leave.
Impatiently he did so, his jaw hard with tension.
“What is so terrible about what happened last night? Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You seemed to. But again, I have had no experience so I would hardly—”
He slammed the door closed in her face. “Good day, Miss Hughes.”
VIRGINIA GAZED OUT OF THEcarriage window, eager in spite of herself. Although the day was gray and threatened rain, the countryside was a rich, fertile sweep of verdant green hills, mostly pasture and crop and the occasional stand of woods. The narrow road they were on wound atop a ridge. They were passing a number of small farms, where every cottage looked the same—a garden out back, a field of corn and wandering, grazing cows and sheep. Ahead she glimpsed a stone church and beyond that, some other imposing buildings she could not quite make out.
Suddenly Devlin rode up to her window, which was open in spite of the chill day. “This is Askeaton,” he said, his gaze fierce with pride. “As far as the eye can see, the land belongs to me.”
“It’s beautiful.” She smiled at him. “It reminds me of Sweet Briar, Devlin.”
He stared at her, then abruptly galloped ahead of the coach.
He angered even more easily than he had when they had first met, she thought, poking her head out of the window and gazing after him. He was letting the gray run, and man and beast were far ahead. But now Virginia could see that the buildings ahead belonged to a manor. She saw several barns, more cottages and a gracious manor house surrounded by flowering gardens, as well as what looked like an old tower or castle in the distance. Excitement caused her heart to pound. She was very curious to see his home and to meet his family—if he had any family, that is.
The carriage paused in front of the manor house. Virginia didn’t wait for the driver, leaping out instead. Devlin stood with his fists on his hips, staring at the house, the lawns surrounding it, the buildings they had just passed, and then back at the house again. Virginia could not imagine what he was thinking, although perhaps he was taking an inventory of his holdings. The manor, which was three stories, looked very new, except for the two chimneys and an outer wall. Vines crept up the walls and a gazebo was to one side. She smiled. He had such an enchanting home for such an ill-tempered man.
The front door opened and a man stepped out, tall, lean and dark. “Dev!”
Her captor whirled. Virginia caught his expression and she inhaled, hard, for it was one of bright, pure joy. She stood very still as the younger man rushed down the stone walk. “Sean!” Devlin said hoarsely.
He strode forward. The two men embraced, tightly clinging. Virginia inched forward. This had to be a brother, as they were close in age and Sean was very handsome, too, with the same unmistakable silvery-gray eyes, although his hair was nearly black.
The two men pulled apart. “It’s about goddamned time,” Sean exclaimed, but he was smiling.
“Yes, it is,” Devlin said, his tone rough. “The house looks good, Sean. Clearly it has been well-built, and I like the new door.”
“Wait till you see the hall. I think you’ll be pleased.” Suddenly he stopped, eyes widening as his gaze landed on Virginia. “We have a guest?”
Devlin turned and Virginia received the warmth of his genuine smile. It made her heart speed and spin and then a terrible yearning began. “Yes, we have a guest,” he said, extending his hand.
