MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Romance: BETRAYED: (New Adult Motorcycle Club Navy SEAL Romance) (Contemporary Military Romance Thriller) (33 page)

“When will I see you again?” he asked.

Anne felt she couldn’t answer truthfully. She didn’t truthfully know the answer. She couldn’t see how she could possibly see him again without great risk to both their lives, but then she also couldn’t bear the thought that this could be true.

“You’ll see me every time you close your eyes,” she said, with a put-on ease that surprised her nearly as much as it embarrassed her. And then she slipped out the door before he could kiss her and her body could force her to stay.

Chapter 3

She arrived back at the palace with barely time to speak to Sarah and change from the commoner’s clothes before the rest of the servants would arrive for her nightly ritual.

“What took you so long?” Sarah asked. Anne told her she got lost and she had to find directions, but Sarah was not fooled.

“You couldn’t!” was all she could say at first.

“Please tell me what you are referring to,” Anne replied, with an artificial formality that probably only gave her away further.

“Milady, you can’t. Who was it, even?”

Before Anne could reply she shook her head and stepped back.

“No – no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

Anne did not argue further, and Sarah did not further comment until they had her prepared for the other servants. In silence, Sarah worked quickly, and they found themselves with another minute to themselves before the throng arrived.

“You can’t,” Sarah said. Her attitude now was less accusing or outraged. She looked only sad for her friend, and understanding of the unfortunate truth behind her words.

“Of course not. Of course, I can’t.”

Anne heard herself say the words, and let the tears come. She was supposed to be despondent, so they would offer no cause for suspicion for the servants now coming in the door to prepare her. And when they had gone she lay on her side and tried the best she could to remember James’ face, and commit it to her mind, so that she wouldn’t forget over the lifetime ahead of her without him.

Chapter 4

Anne kept to Sarah’s good advice for a solid week. When they were alone together they did not speak of it, but Anne noticed that Sarah was treating her more gently than she generally did. But Anne found that the words kept building up in her, and finally they overflowed.

“I don’t know if it is possible for me not to see him again,” she said finally, in a moment when they were alone between arranged engagements with a visiting viceroy. Sarah knew immediately what she was speaking of.

“Milady, men have a way of taking good judgement from us. It’s our duty as women to take it back.”

Anne laughed a little. The joke was intended to lighten the mood between them, and it succeeded, but only a little.

“I wouldn’t be endangering you, would I? Is this your concern?”

Sarah seemed insulted by the implication. She slipped into acting.

“No, sir,” she said, “how could I have known? She asked for time alone and I granted it to her. I was only doing my duty. I wouldn’t have wanted to disrespect her wishes, for that would be nearly like disrespecting yours, and I could never do that.”

Anne hugged Sarah, much to her own surprise.

“It’s impossible,” she said. “But it’s worth it.”

The next time Anne showed up at James’ shop, she found him not alone. His master was there, and he reminded Anne uneasily of her husband. He was overbearing and seemed skeptical that she should want to speak to his apprentice.

James came to her rescue, claiming they were making a side agreement on the projects he was pursuing in his spare time.

“She is a trader,” he said, “And finds use for the objects you believe have none. She believes they will be bought far away.”

James’ master snorted in derision, and Anne thought he looked not entirely unlike a pig. But he believed James, and after Anne insisted that she would only make deals with the maker of the goods himself, finally left them alone to speak.

They were not free to do as they wished. She could not touch his rough, sooty hands, and he could not hold her head in his hands and ask her where she had gone to. But they were able to arrange to see each other in an hour in a place James knew in the forest.

Anne carefully listened to his directions, and was determined not to lose her way. Even so, when she finally came upon the place where he said they should meet each other, she felt she must have somehow lost her way. It was a burnt out house that looked like it had been long abandoned. There were the remnants of a mill, but little else in the way of explanation of what this house had been doing here. The roof was gone, but there were stone foundations still in place.

Anne waited there for a while. She found a place to sit amongst the rubble. Momentarily she considered that he might have discovered who she was and gone to her husband, but the thought only lasted a moment before she dismissed it as ridiculous. He was suspicious, she knew, but even if he had learned the truth, she felt certain he’d never have revealed her. There was too much kindness in him for that.

After what seemed like an eternity to Anne, James appeared. He carried with him a bedroll that he lay in front of her. Then he kissed her, long and deep, until she forgot even the hint of nervousness.

“Where have you been?” he asked her, his face still close to hers. “I asked around for traders named Jane. I tried to find you. No one could tell me anything.”

Anne knew her story would be stretched thin. She knew it would be stretched beyond the point of believability. She considered for a moment telling him the truth, but found herself struck with doubt. If he knew who she was, he would know that making love to her was signing his own death warrant. If he knew this, would he do it?

Anne found herself taking many risks lately, but this was one she couldn’t.

“Do you need to know?” she asked him, while her hand gently explored the body she’d so missed. “My life is a secret to you, I know. But it needs to be, at least for now. I can’t explain why. But I have to believe in the way you look at me that it’s worth the secret, is it not?”

The words felt more confident coming out of her mouth than she expected. Something about James emboldened her. She’d always been quiet and submissive, and she’d always thought it was simply the way she was. But being with James, even the short time she’d spent with him, showed her it wasn’t.

James wasn’t pleased with the secret, but he accepted it. He accepted it so that he could have her, wholly and completely, again and again. They often met in the weeks and months that followed. They made love, yes, but they also spoke with each other about the things they wished they had, and the life they wished they had together. On occasion, James would gently probe, asking her what her secrets were, and why she felt she could not reveal them. Time and time again she would tell him only that they were her own, and that their weight was hers to bear.

In time she wished she’d told him, but the habit of keeping the secret itself always stopped her. She wished he knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

On James’ part, he told her everything. He told her how he hated where he was. He had apprenticed himself as a blacksmith because he liked the work, and he believed he could be good at it. And it had turned out to be true, but his master was a cruel man and, now that James was at the age where he should have his own shop, was refusing to let him go. The projects he undertook on his own time were all that kept him sane, and even those he no longer felt much passion for.

“In truth, I was excited when you said you were a trader, Jane,” he told her once. “It’s struck me lately that all I’ve seen of the world is this house and that shop and that village. If I could I would see more of it. I have to believe that in all the world, there’s more worth seeing than this.

That was also the day when Anne learned what the house was they routinely met in. She had meant to ask the first day, but became far too distracted to do so by the things she’d wanted to do with his body for the whole time she’d been away from it.

Now he explained to her that it had been where he had grown up. His family had lived there as millers, and had done a decent job of it. But sometime after James had gone off to be an apprentice, the house and his entire family in it had burned down.

Anne was shocked when she learned that this is where he had chosen to take her, and where they had made love. But he only shook his head.

“This is the only place I know,” he said. “And besides, it was long ago now. And it seems only right that where I lost all that I loved, here I should find all that I love.”

This was the first day that he had said he loved her. Somehow in all their physical professions of love, they’d always let the words go unsaid. But once they had both said the words, they said them again and again and again.

One meeting, five months after they had first met in his shop, Anne could see that James was troubled. He still made love to her, but as they lay together under the clouds, she could tell that his mind was far off.

She leaned up and kissed his neck.

“You can tell me,” she said.

He sighed derisively.

“Like you tell me things?” he said. There was a harshness to his expression that took Anne aback.

“I’m sorry,” he said, seeing he had hurt her.

They lay for a while, neither one saying a word. Finally, he spoke.

“My friend is dying tomorrow. He’s to be executed. He was arrested only a few days ago. He’s guilty of what they say. He didn’t pay the taxes he owed. But he had no choice.”

Anne didn’t know what to say. She wondered if she could do anything about it, but her mind was struck immediately by the absurdity of asking her husband or his advisors to spare her lover’s friend. That would only endanger them both, and would not save James’ friend.

“This is not strange,” he said. “I’ve known others who have died. But it is difficult. And I know that I should go to the execution. He’ll see a crowd of those cheering for his death. He should have someone there who cares for him, and who will miss him. He should know he isn’t alone. But it is not an easy thing.”

Anne had no answers for him. She could only kiss him, and hold him.

It wasn’t until the next day that it even occurred to her that the execution might cause a problem for her. Usually, she did not attend such things. She knew it was common for them to be grand affairs, but she’d always been able to convince her husband that it was unseemly for a duchess to attend.

This time, however, she heard through a chain of servants and advisors that her husband intended for her to attend this one with him.

She was informed only a few hours before, and she was livid. He would see her. James would see her. He would know who she was, and learn of this across the distance between them, with the body of his friend as a sad witness to her lies.

But would he be angry? She had told him that she had secrets. She had told him that she couldn’t share them. Had he never suspected that perhaps she was a member of the nobility?

Anne could find no shelter in these hypotheticals. Sure, though he may have guessed she was noble, she would not be able to convince him that it wasn’t wrong of her to conceal her true rank. Were she a bit closer to his station, perhaps it would be acceptable. If her husband was not a jealous and bloodthirsty man, perhaps it would be acceptable. If she had even just
told
him, perhaps it would be acceptable. But it was too late now.

Anne went to the duke. She told him she didn’t wish to go. She told him that it made her sick to imagine a peasant’s death. She told him she didn’t feel that her moods would allow her. He would hear no excuse. He told her only that she had been distant from him. He had sensed her disloyalty, and he wanted to make it clear that although he had not taken the time to avail himself of her, she should not ever forget what price disloyalty brings.

Anne hadn’t even noticed that the king had not forced himself on her of late. Thinking of it now she tried to remember a time in the last two months and could not. In fact, he had been coming to bed later and later. Without the disruption of his body on her, she had begun sleeping before he came in. But she’d been so consumed with thoughts of her own lover, she hadn’t even stopped to consider he might also have one.

As she was unable to avoid going to the execution, she asked Sarah to help her disguise herself as much as was possible within the bounds of acceptable attire. They did their best, but still, looking in the mirror, Anne felt it was in vain. They could do what they pleased; James would know her. James would always know her.

Anne went to the execution with a demeanor as though she were the condemned. The duke commented on it harshly, but there was little she could do. She had a place beside him on the bandstand for the nobility. She kept her head down, but directed her eyes out at the crowd as much as possible. She was searching for James and hoping not to find him at the same time.

There were three men to be executed together, and while everyone was looking at them, Anne did her best not to. Which of them was James’ friend? She didn’t know, and felt guilty. She ought to know. If the world was as it should be, she ought to not only know which man it was, but she ought to have known him herself. She ought to be sharing this burden with James. She ought to have been by his side.

And then she saw him. James was there, directly in front of where the men were preparing to be hanged. It was the moment just before the hanging, and everyone was tense and still. They’d cheered before, and they would cheer after, but for the act itself they were momentarily focused. James was looking up at the man on the left. Anne’s head tilted up involuntarily, and he caught the motion and looked at her.

She should have looked away. Would that have been less suspicious? She didn’t know. She only knew she held his gaze and, as the men were dropped and the crowd began again to cheer, James’ face took on a look of both recognition and betrayal.

Anne felt suddenly sick. All of her insides wanted out of her and she threw up, directly in front of the duke. When she had recovered enough to look around her, she saw that James was no longer where he had been. The bodies at the gallows had stopped kicking, and the physician was on his way there to guide her back down to where she could be examined.