Wrapping his arms around her, the duke replied lovingly, “Nonsense. You grow younger with each day,” and kissed her soundly on the mouth.
Vivi and Ella turned away, blushing and leaving Alex shaking her head and teasing, “Your behavior really is too uncivilized. Shouldn’t you be setting a better example for the next generation?”
“It looks like an excellent example to me.”
The words sent a tingle up Alex’s spine as she recognized the warm, friendly voice. She turned to find Blackmoor, clad as casually as her father, coming down the steps to greet them. In the darkness, she couldn’t be sure, but he seemed to be looking straight at her. Her stomach turned over as she watched him approach, and she blushed deeply to think that he was discussing her parents’ actions so openly.
“You could have this yourself, Gavin, if you would only take a wife!” her mother pointed out, kissing him on both cheeks in welcome.
Vivi’s, Ella’s, and Alex’s jaws dropped in unison as they heard the duchess’s cheeky response. There was most definitely something about the country.
They were soon inside, taking a brief late-evening meal with the entire Stafford family. The boys recounted their day hunting in traditional exaggerated fashion, and the girls played the part of remarkable audience, making appropriately appreciative noises.
“I caught a fish that weighed three stone if it weighed a pound!” Nick bragged, looking to Kit for approval.
“Indeed.” Kit nodded in assent, supportively. “But mine was the real coup—I took down a rabbit with feet as large as my own!”
“Mmmm,” Will agreed, taking a drink of wine. “Neither compares with the quail I bested…it was the size of a golden eagle! Wasn’t it, Blackmoor?”
Blackmoor smiled broadly, leaning back and looking from one brother to the next. “I’m not certain I want to be involved in this particular conversation,” he said with a laugh.
“Oh?” Alex asked with a twinkle in her eye, knowing exactly why he wouldn’t participate. “Could that be because this generation of Staffords has been having this very conversation for years, since they were old enough to go hunting?”
Blackmoor smiled at her and replied, “It could be…”
“And perhaps because, for years, it is only after the Stafford boys have relayed their incredible feats of manhood that their father ruins their fun by telling the truth—that none of the three of them could catch a fish, a rabbit, or a bird if his very life depended on it?” the duke noted, drawing a laugh from everyone around the table.
“Alas, it seems the wildlife of this particular estate have nothing to fear from their masters,” Vivi said.
“It’s a good thing you’re all fairly intelligent,” Ella remarked.
“And don’t forget attractive,” added Nick, good-humoredly.
“Oh, of course!” Alex replied sarcastically. “How could we forget?”
The duchess stood on a laugh and spoke to the table. “I am afraid, my dears, that I must take to my chamber. It has been a long day, and tomorrow shall be another. May I suggest you all retire early?”
And, with that, the meal was ended, the duke and duchess taking their leave, followed closely by Vivi and Ella, who were looking more tired by the minute and were eager to find their beds. Alex silently willed her brothers to retire and give Blackmoor and her a moment alone together so she could say all the things she had decided to say during the carriage ride, but they appeared unmoved by her thoughts and did not accommodate her request. Realizing she would not have a private conversation with Blackmoor on this particular evening, she stood and announced her own intentions to find her bed. Leaving the room, she lit a candle in the hallway beyond and climbed the wide center stairway of the manor to the upper chambers.
She made it all the way to her bedchamber and had one hand on the door handle before she realized that Blackmoor had followed her abovestairs. She knew before she looked back that she would find him silhouetted in the light, and when she did, her heart began to pound.
“What are you doing up here?”
“Retiring to my chamber.”
“Why aren’t you doing that at your own home?” The question came out more harshly than she’d intended.
“Are you disappointed? I shan’t bother you, Alex.”
“No! No. I just thought…since…you live next door…” She stopped, feeling rather idiotic, then pressed on, “I…I don’t care where you sleep.”
“Excellent. Then if it’s all the same to you, I think I shall stay here.”
“It’s fine with me.”
“Good.”
She turned back to her door and pushed it open as he moved down the hall. She started to step forward into the room; she meant to go in and close the door behind her. Instead, she turned just as he was moving past. “Wait.”
He stopped just inches from her, so close that she had to step into the doorway to keep from burning him with her candle. His voice was no louder than a whisper when he spoke, “Yes?”
“I…” she paused again, mute with the flood of words that had rushed to her tongue. What should she say? Where should she start? Was this the place to take her risk? Did she really care? “I have something I want to say.”
“I sensed that,” he teased.
“Perhaps I’ll just retire instead.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” He raised an eyebrow. “I apologize, Alex. Please. Go on.”
Vivi and Ella turned away, blushing and leaving Alex shaking her head and teasing, “Your behavior really is too uncivilized. Shouldn’t you be setting a better example for the next generation?”
“It looks like an excellent example to me.”
The words sent a tingle up Alex’s spine as she recognized the warm, friendly voice. She turned to find Blackmoor, clad as casually as her father, coming down the steps to greet them. In the darkness, she couldn’t be sure, but he seemed to be looking straight at her. Her stomach turned over as she watched him approach, and she blushed deeply to think that he was discussing her parents’ actions so openly.
“You could have this yourself, Gavin, if you would only take a wife!” her mother pointed out, kissing him on both cheeks in welcome.
Vivi’s, Ella’s, and Alex’s jaws dropped in unison as they heard the duchess’s cheeky response. There was most definitely something about the country.
They were soon inside, taking a brief late-evening meal with the entire Stafford family. The boys recounted their day hunting in traditional exaggerated fashion, and the girls played the part of remarkable audience, making appropriately appreciative noises.
“I caught a fish that weighed three stone if it weighed a pound!” Nick bragged, looking to Kit for approval.
“Indeed.” Kit nodded in assent, supportively. “But mine was the real coup—I took down a rabbit with feet as large as my own!”
“Mmmm,” Will agreed, taking a drink of wine. “Neither compares with the quail I bested…it was the size of a golden eagle! Wasn’t it, Blackmoor?”
Blackmoor smiled broadly, leaning back and looking from one brother to the next. “I’m not certain I want to be involved in this particular conversation,” he said with a laugh.
“Oh?” Alex asked with a twinkle in her eye, knowing exactly why he wouldn’t participate. “Could that be because this generation of Staffords has been having this very conversation for years, since they were old enough to go hunting?”
Blackmoor smiled at her and replied, “It could be…”
“And perhaps because, for years, it is only after the Stafford boys have relayed their incredible feats of manhood that their father ruins their fun by telling the truth—that none of the three of them could catch a fish, a rabbit, or a bird if his very life depended on it?” the duke noted, drawing a laugh from everyone around the table.
“Alas, it seems the wildlife of this particular estate have nothing to fear from their masters,” Vivi said.
“It’s a good thing you’re all fairly intelligent,” Ella remarked.
“And don’t forget attractive,” added Nick, good-humoredly.
“Oh, of course!” Alex replied sarcastically. “How could we forget?”
The duchess stood on a laugh and spoke to the table. “I am afraid, my dears, that I must take to my chamber. It has been a long day, and tomorrow shall be another. May I suggest you all retire early?”
And, with that, the meal was ended, the duke and duchess taking their leave, followed closely by Vivi and Ella, who were looking more tired by the minute and were eager to find their beds. Alex silently willed her brothers to retire and give Blackmoor and her a moment alone together so she could say all the things she had decided to say during the carriage ride, but they appeared unmoved by her thoughts and did not accommodate her request. Realizing she would not have a private conversation with Blackmoor on this particular evening, she stood and announced her own intentions to find her bed. Leaving the room, she lit a candle in the hallway beyond and climbed the wide center stairway of the manor to the upper chambers.
She made it all the way to her bedchamber and had one hand on the door handle before she realized that Blackmoor had followed her abovestairs. She knew before she looked back that she would find him silhouetted in the light, and when she did, her heart began to pound.
“What are you doing up here?”
“Retiring to my chamber.”
“Why aren’t you doing that at your own home?” The question came out more harshly than she’d intended.
“Are you disappointed? I shan’t bother you, Alex.”
“No! No. I just thought…since…you live next door…” She stopped, feeling rather idiotic, then pressed on, “I…I don’t care where you sleep.”
“Excellent. Then if it’s all the same to you, I think I shall stay here.”
“It’s fine with me.”
“Good.”
She turned back to her door and pushed it open as he moved down the hall. She started to step forward into the room; she meant to go in and close the door behind her. Instead, she turned just as he was moving past. “Wait.”
He stopped just inches from her, so close that she had to step into the doorway to keep from burning him with her candle. His voice was no louder than a whisper when he spoke, “Yes?”
“I…” she paused again, mute with the flood of words that had rushed to her tongue. What should she say? Where should she start? Was this the place to take her risk? Did she really care? “I have something I want to say.”
“I sensed that,” he teased.
“Perhaps I’ll just retire instead.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” He raised an eyebrow. “I apologize, Alex. Please. Go on.”
