“As soon as you started to climb and I touched your…touched you, every thought went out of my brain.”
She grinned. “Oh, so it’s my fault?”
“Yes,” he said emphatically, his arms going around her. “For being so enticing.”
Enticing? Was she?
Grayson kissed her again, but Eleanor fought the usual delirium, mindful of being on a rather small area on a very high rock.
When he lifted his head, she asked him, “Have you ever brought anybody else up here?”
“Yes,” he confessed immediately. “Cam, of course.”
“Anyone else?”
“Are you a jealous wench?”
“Maybe I am,” she said, thinking how novel and unwanted the feeling. But where Grayson was concerned, she had to confess, she felt proprietary.
“Only you,” he promised. “Shall I go get the picnic basket?”
“Not until you show me the devil’s seat. In any case, it wasn’t my stomach rumbling, and you know it. But the thunder sounds quite far.”
“Very well,” he agreed. “We’ll eat later. But we must get on our knees, for the seat is on the edge.”
Doing as he said, Eleanor dropped to all fours and followed him to where the rock dropped away, not overlooking the river but cattycorner to it.
Before her was a vista of trees, which made sense when she considered Kidd’s puzzle. They were looking, after all, for a large tree with at least seven branches.
And a death’s head.
“This is the devil’s seat,” he said.
She stared, frowning. It wasn’t more than a slight indentation in the rock’s surface.
“Are you sure?”
“As sure as I am this is the bishop’s hostel,” he answered measuredly.
“But why would anyone call it such?”
“Sit upon it,” he suggested.
She eased her legs over the side and fit her bottom into the indentation. It was obscenely uncomfortable, with a sharp rock digging in one soft cheek.
“Painful!” she exclaimed.
“And that’s why. Only the devil himself would be happy seated there.”
“Well, we’re here now. Sit beside me, and let’s use the spyglass.”
Chapter Fourteen
Gray settled besideEleanor, his legs dangling next to hers. He was peaceful, content, extremely happy, and irrevocably in love with this sweet miss.
Pulling the bag off his shoulder, he dug in it, pulled out the telescope, and handed it to her.
“Am I to do this?” she asked.
