The Wolf's Promise (8 page)

She obeyed him, partly through surprise at his tone, and partly because she was startled by the use of her name.

‘I haven't hurt you, and I'm not going to hurt you,' he said calmly, releasing her wrist. ‘Believe it or not, both your morals and your person are quite safe in my hands—so don't attack me because your ideas about yourself have been thrown into confusion.'

She stepped back, rubbing her wrist absentmindedly as she glared at him.

‘Look!' He reached out and spun her round by her shoulders, moving so fast that she didn't have time to protest ‘There's a whole world out there.' He faced towards the horizon. ‘Different people with different cultures and even dif
ferent ideas of honour. Don't accept everything you've been told about life without question. Make up your own mind.'

He was standing behind her, his hands firm and insistent upon her shoulders, his words ringing in her ears.

She didn't pull away from him. She stared out to sea, feeling her hair whip about her face. The waves kept rolling up the beach, slightly further away now than they had been before. The sky seemed huge, it filled her vision; small white clouds had appeared in the distance.

‘Papa always said—
says
you need good information to make a good decision,' she said at last.

‘The Earl is a wise man.'

‘So how am I supposed to make up my mind about you when I don't have any information?' she demanded, turning to face him.

He smiled almost gently, and reached out to tuck an errant curl behind her ear.

‘You have a lot of information, my lady,' he corrected her gently. ‘More than most, I might add. You just don't know how to fit it all together.'

‘It
is
my brother's life we're talking about,' she said, almost pleadingly.

‘Is it?' he asked, an enigmatic gleam in his brown eyes. ‘Come along, my lady,' he added, before she could speak. ‘The horses have been standing in the wind long enough, and there's something you might be interested to see further along the beach.'

She let him put her into the saddle without a word. She
was deeply bewildered by what had happened, and more unsure of herself than she could ever remember being. He had challenged her preconceptions on several levels and she needed time to think.

She gathered up the reins and followed Benoît down towards the tideline. They turned east and Benoît urged Billy into a brisk walk across the wet sands. Disturbed sea birds flew up in raucous flurries, scattering and then returning to their foraging in the glittering water as soon as the horses had passed by.

‘Where are you taking me?' Angelica asked, struggling to sound as if nothing exceptional had happened.

‘Can't you guess?' Benoît shot her a glinting, almost mocking glance.

‘No. How should I know?' she replied crossly. ‘I hate guessing games.'

‘Then you shouldn't have embarked upon one, my lady,' he replied, his voice carried to her on the wind blowing in across the sea. ‘Shall we see how well you can put Dorcas through her paces?'

Angelica didn't hesitate. She leant forward, all her concentration instantly centred on showing Benoît just what she was capable of. The mare sprang forward eagerly and the bay matched her instantly. The two horses raced along the bright sands while the seagulls wheeled in the sky above them, shrieking their disapproval of such unmannerly disturbance.

There was a wild joy for Angelica in the sudden burst of
speed. After the complications of the past two days this moment of untrammelled freedom was pure pleasure. She knew that when they stopped she would once again have to face all the growing complexities of her situation—but not just yet.

The horses matched paces, and Angelica made no attempt to outdistance Benoît. There had been too many challenges between them already; she did not want even a hint of competition to tarnish this perfect interlude. It was comforting to allow herself the brief illusion that he was merely an undemanding companion, and not…what was he? A friend or an enemy—or a chance met stranger she would never see again after today?

At last the horses slowed, falling back into a canter, a trot and then a walk. Angelica had time to look around and, for the first time, to become aware that she must have left most of her hairpins scattered behind her along the beach. She lifted a hand to her tangled, salt-sticky hair in mild consternation.

Benoît observed her gesture and grinned.

‘That's a sorry sight to present to your long-suffering maid,' he teased her. ‘She'll probably take one look at you and hand in her notice.'

Angelica opened her mouth indignantly, but then her sense of humour overcame her and she smiled wryly.

‘She'll certainly have something to say about it,' she admitted ruefully. ‘And she'll be horrified I lost your mother's hat. I just hope we don't meet anyone.'

‘Sir William,' Benoît suggested wickedly. ‘I believe he often rides on the beach.'

‘Oh, my God!' Angelica let go of the reins with both hands and reached up to run her fingers through her unruly hair.

Blonde tresses which fell almost to her waist were blowing in unrestrained glory around her shoulders, shining like spun gold in the bright sunlight.

‘What am I going to do?' she exclaimed in distress as the full enormity of her situation dawned on her. ‘I'll never be able to find all my hairpins. I can't ride round the countryside looking like a hoyden!'

Dorcas had come to a natural stop, and Billy followed suit. Benoît dismounted and looked up at her, resting his left hand lightly on Dorcas's withers.

‘Come down, my lady,' he commanded her softly, the light in his dark eyes daring her to refuse.

Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself snared in the compelling intensity of his gaze.

‘I can't do much about your plight when you're perched several feet above me,' he pointed out reasonably, although there was a smile playing on his lips which made the blood tingle in Angelica's veins.

‘I don't see what you can do anyway,' she objected, trying not to let him see how powerfully he was affecting her. ‘Not unless you've any experience as a lady's maid.'

‘None at all,' he said cheerfully, ‘but I've plaited a few horsetails in my time.'

For some reason Angelica found his unflattering comparison reassuring, and she unhooked her leg from around the pommel and slipped down into his waiting arms. He set her
neatly on her feet, but continued to rest his hands on her waist for a few seconds. She looked up at him with uncertain blue eyes, not quite sure what he intended, and he smiled crookedly.

‘If you don't want a repeat of what happened the last time you looked up at me like that, I suggest you turn around,' he said softly.

Angelica gasped and turned so quickly she nearly tripped over her flowing skirts.

Benoît chuckled and drew her hair gently over her shoulders. She was standing on the lee side of Dorcas, and it was relatively easy to smooth the wild tresses into a manageable handful.

‘You turned your back with unflattering haste, my lady,' he chided her, his hands light and unbelievably stimulating in her hair. ‘My manly sensitivities are deeply wounded. I had no idea you found my attentions so objectionable.'

Angelica gripped the stirrup leather for support and closed her eyes. She felt trapped between the mare and Benoît. She wanted to step briskly away from Benoît's hands and declare that she could fix her hair for herself. But she remained standing where she was, caught under the spell of his seductive touch which sent delightful shivers running up and down her spine.

Despite the tangles in her sea-blown hair he managed to divide it into three relatively equal portions without causing her too much discomfort. Then he plaited it neatly and Angelica was almost disappointed when she realised he had finished.

‘Hold that.' He put the heavy braid over her shoulder and she obeyed without question. She heard a faint ripping sound and glanced round in surprise to see him tearing a strip from his handkerchief.

He grinned and she caught a glimpse of his strong white teeth.

‘You may not appreciate my lovemaking, but you can't deny I'm resourceful,' he said outrageously.

She blushed and turned her head away as he took back the braid and tied it firmly at the end. Then he folded it under and tied it again at the top of the braid, creating a relatively neat club of hair at the nape of her neck.

‘Not bad,' he said judiciously. ‘Although I don't think your maid is going to be afraid of the competition.'

‘I don't know how I'm going to explain it,' said Angelica as she turned to face him, desperately trying to strike a normal note. ‘First your mother's hat, now this.'

‘You can blame it on me, if you like,' Benoît offered generously. ‘You can tell them I pulled out most of the pins when I kissed you.'

‘What?'
Angelica pressed her hands against her burning cheeks, a victim of so many conflicting emotions she didn't know which one to give voice to first.

‘I could pretend that nothing untoward happened between us earlier,' Benoît said deliberately. ‘No doubt that would be the gentlemanly thing to do.' He met her disturbed gaze with a half-mocking, half-challenging light in his brown eyes. ‘But the sooner you get used to the idea that I did kiss
you—and that there's a very strong likelihood that I'm going to do so again before long—the better we shall proceed.'

‘Oh!' Angelica whirled away from him. ‘How can you be so
unfeeling?
I came to see you in good faith—to ask for your help. And you…you…'

‘Took advantage of your innocence?' Benoît supplied helpfully when words failed her. ‘Abused your trust? But you didn't come to Sussex entirely in good faith, did you? You're a strange mixture of trust and suspicion, my lady. On the one hand you question my motives and my integrity at every turn—and on the other you are content to wheedle an extra night under my roof and ride out with me alone as if you have no fears for your safety in my company. Should I be flattered or insulted?'

Angelica shot him a quick glance, feeling quite unable to answer his question. She drew in a deep breath, trying to regain her self-control.

‘I believe you were going to show me something, sir,' she said, with as much dignity as she could muster. ‘Or was I mistaken?'

‘No, you weren't mistaken.' From the dark gleam in his eye she knew she wouldn't be permitted to continue with her evasion indefinitely, but at least she had won herself some respite.

‘Take a look around and see if you can guess where we are,' he said.

She glanced at him frowningly and then stepped away from the horses, not really sure what she was supposed to
recognise. The beach hardly seemed any different than it had done further west. The tide was still going out behind her, the wet sand gleamed, and whispering, thin-grassed sand dunes rose up before her.

‘I don't…it was
here!
' she exclaimed as light suddenly dawned. ‘
This
is where Papa had you at his mercy!'

‘As you say,' said Benoît dryly, although there was a hint of appreciative amusement in his eyes at her phraseology. He wasn't naïve enough to suppose her unflattering description of the incident had been entirely accidental.

‘Tell me what happened!' she demanded.

‘Your father came along the tideline, just as we have done,' said Benoît, apparently quite willing to tell the tale. ‘He knew the tide was coming in, and he guessed we'd used it to cover our tracks and send Sir William off on a wild-goose chase.'

‘He was a match for your devious schemes,' Angelica declared proudly, her blue eyes shining.

‘Obviously,' said Benoît, grinning at her evident satisfaction. ‘When he got to about there—' he indicated a point a few more yards down the beach ‘—he found the tracks going inland, so he followed them. I was waiting to intercept anyone who did so.'

‘And he vanquished you!' said Angelica, with relish.

‘Although I don't remember him taking such an unholy pleasure in his victory as you are doing,' Benoît remarked dryly. ‘But it's true he didn't have a kiss to avenge.'

‘You never give up, do you?' said Angelica wrathfully. ‘Since I have not the slightest intention of allowing the
incident to be repeated, it would be more courteous—and more tactful—if you would let the matter drop.'

‘That sounds remarkably like a challenge, my lady,' he said good-humouredly.

There was a bright, unreadable light in his eyes, and she caught her breath as he took a step towards her. She was convinced he was going to kiss her. But he went past her and picked up the mare's reins.

‘We should be moving on, my lady,' he said politely. ‘The day is passing, and I wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself before your gruelling journey home tomorrow.'

‘You are very thoughtful,' said Angelica through gritted teeth, wondering why she suddenly felt so deflated.

‘Just trying to be a good host,' he replied self-deprecatingly. ‘I've never had a member of the aristocracy grace my home with their presence before. I want to take good care of you.'

Angelica bit her lip, not sure whether to be amused or indignant. He met her gaze, a hint of warm understanding as well as the familiar, glinting humour in his brown eyes, and she felt reassured. He held out his hand and she went over to him immediately, letting him lift her once more into the saddle.

It was impossible to feel entirely relaxed in his company, he was too unpredictable. But he wasn't boring and she did, instinctively, trust him. He was unconventional and frequently disconcerting in his manner, but if he'd wanted to
take advantage of her she'd given him the perfect opportunity—and he hadn't made use of it.