Married to the Lord
They strolled in silence for a while. A gentle breeze brushed the ribbons of her bonnet, sending them curling around her face. She swept them aside with a little annoyed grunt and Miles tucked his hands behind his back to resist the temptation of sorting them out for her. When they came to where the path branched off and too far away from the party for their time together to be proper, Miles stopped. Augusta looked at him expectantly with dark eyes that made him wonder if she could see inside his soul—see quite how dirty and black it was. Though, she should have figured that out by now. There were few good men who would kiss their brother’s fiancé.
“I must apologize for that night…”
She blinked at him. “What night?”
The words hurt, jabbing straight into his heart like a pointed spear. Surely she remembered?
He cleared his throat. “The night where I…uh…kissed you.”
Her lips formed a lovely ‘o’ shape that made him want to take her face in his hands again and kiss her until he had her knees trembling and her body capitulated to him. Damn it. He shouldn’t have walked this far or taken this long to gather his courage. It would be far too easy to slip off somewhere without anyone noticing. He could dirty her skirts and muss her hair to his heart’s content.
God, he really was a cad.
“Anyway, I wanted you to know that I regret that action. Deeply. You…you are my brother’s fiancé.” His throat tightened over those last words. “Even if you were not, to kiss you like that, in public…it was utterly unacceptable.”
“You do not forgive me?” He shook his head and smiled. “Of course you do not. And I have no right to expect it.” He eyed her. “Gus, how is it you can make a man feel even more heartily ashamed of himself with but two words?”
“I do not mean to make you feel ashamed, I swear it.” She plucked a leaf from a nearby tree and twined it between her fingers, keeping her gaze lowered.
“I think perhaps you take a little pleasure in it.”
She lifted her head. “You tease me!” She flung aside the leaf. “You know I would never take pleasure in such a thing.”
“Perhaps.” He gave a half-smile. “But at least then I get a response from you.”
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