Chapter 14
Lucy tightened her fingers on the snowball. “I find that hard to believe,” she whispered. The wind flapped at her skirts, clawed at her cloak and the frigid blast froze her to the core. “You couldn’t wait to gain the Hall.”
“Because I have a Christmas gift waiting for you, and I wished to make certain all had been arranged,” he explained with a mysterious grin curving his sensuous lips. “I don’t give one damn about Father’s wager, and haven’t for a couple of days. Would you like to know what I’ve planned?”
A shiver ripped down her spine, but despite the weather, curiosity raged. He’d gotten her a gift for Christmas without being prompted, or from guilt. Unable to form words, she nodded.
He took a step closer, and reaching out, he dumped the snowball from her palm but kept hold of her freezing fingers.
“I’ve put in an offer to buy Jacob’s London townhouse, Lucy.
Those couriers I sent? One was bound for London.
I realize he won’t make it by tomorrow, but I hope the property hasn’t already sold.
The other courier went to the Hall in the hopes of reaching my father’s solicitor to draw up the paperwork. ”
“You did what?” She could scarcely believe her ears as she gaped at him, standing so noble as the snow fell about his head and shoulders. Why would he do such a thing?
“I’ve put forth an offer to buy your townhouse, so you’ll still have a home after Christmas, and your children won’t need be uprooted.
” When he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled.
“It’s my gift to you.” He swallowed hard.
“It’s my hope that Jacob now knows I’ve forgiven him. This is what he’d want.”
Tears stung her eyes, made worse by the wind and the constantly falling snowflakes. “While I thank you for the gift, I cannot accept. It’s so much money, when you and I are not…” Words failed her, and tears crowded her throat.
“We aren’t at present, but I’d like to be,” he whispered.
“The profits of the sale you may put toward your children’s education.
” Another grin played at his mouth and this one had heat reaching all points of her body.
“What say you, Lucy? Will you grant me permission to court you and see where we land this time?”
Every fear she’d harbored during their journey had been alleviated with one sweep of Colin’s hand.
He’d opened his heart and let the spirit of Christmas come sailing inside, and as she stood regarding him with her head tilted and her heart thumping madly, she offered him a tiny smile.
“It’s all so incredible that I scarcely believe this is happening. ”
Uncertainty clouded his eyes. “Is that a yes?” He tightened his fingers on hers. The cold numbness recalled her attention.
Did she want to make a fresh start with him, the man he was now, and put the past behind them, keeping only the happy memories?
Her pulse accelerated and the warmth of a blush slapped at her frozen cheeks.
Perhaps he was all she’d ever wanted since those halcyon days of her youth.
And here he was, willing to try again, and he was a changed man in oh so many ways. Why had she not seen it before?
The last of her worries fell away as if someone had released her from the heavy shackles of grief and regret she’d carried around for so many years.
“Yes.” She nodded, and in the event he didn’t understand, she said in a more forceful voice, “Yes!” Then Lucy threw herself into his arms so suddenly and with such momentum that he toppled backward.
They landed in the snow, limbs tangled, and she laughed.
Oh, how good it felt to laugh without anything attached to it that would bring sorrow.
“Ah, Lucy.” Colin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, long and deep.
She forgot about the snow and the cold. Finally, he encouraged her from his body and then helped her stand upright.
“Perhaps we should find shelter.” That wicked twinkle reappeared in his eyes.
“I’d very much like to continue what we’ve started, but don’t wish to find myself buried in the snow for the rest of the winter. ”
Lucy giggled. She held fast to his hand, suddenly afraid he’d vanish, and this swelling happiness would dissolve.
“Well, you did tell your driver you knew the area well, though I’m not certain a family willing to share their hearth and home would look kindly upon a couple rediscovering their feelings for one another. The magic of Christmas or not.”
For the moment, she didn’t care. There was her and there was him. They were together.
Lucy sat on the dusty floor of an abandoned cottage Colin had managed to locate through the driving snow.
She extended her hands to the cheerful flames as she marveled at how he’d managed to build and light a fire in the hearth.
The cottage was cozy enough, and hadn’t been occupied for at least six months, but the windows were sound, the roof dry, and there was no evidence of rodents.
It would be enough to wait out the weather.
While he puttered around, her mind spun with recent events, even as her lips tingled with the memory of his kisses. Courted by the viscount. How lovely and a touch… disconcerting. What if he didn’t care for the woman she’d grown into?
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said near her ear, and she started.
“How?” She turned, meeting his gaze as he set about laying out a makeshift pallet, and when he smoothed a pile of blankets and quilts near her position, she moved and let him finish. “I never uttered a word.”
“You didn’t have to.” Colin shrugged out of his greatcoat and then draped it over a straight-backed wooden chair nearby.
He toed off his boots and stripped off his gloves, dropping them near the hearth where her gloves rested.
“You were holding your bottom lip between your teeth. What are you worried about?”
She sighed as he took her cloak and the lap blanket from her.
The garments were draped over a matching chair.
“You. Us. The future.” It was highly improper to accept a gift from a man who wasn’t betrothed to her, let alone a whole townhouse, and though he’d spoken of courtship and a future, he never mentioned marriage.
I will not fill the role of mistress for him.
Colin sat on the pallet. “I found these quilts and such in a cupboard in the hall. There’s one bedroom, but the mattress is rather worse for wear, so I figured we might wish to pass the night in front of the fire. For warmth.” He peered into her face. “As for us, all will be well.”
“How can you know that? We fell apart the last time.”
“We weren’t ready for what life entailed then. We lived very much in a fairytale, wrapped in innocent love.” With his eyes twinkling in the firelight, he crossed his legs at the ankle and then he encouraged her to stretch out by putting her feet into his lap.
“Colin, what…?”
“Hush. You’re cold, and no doubt your toes are frozen.” He plucked the hopelessly ruined slippers off her feet and tossed them away. “As for life, the two of us have experience and grief between us. It’s a thread that binds and will better suit us for anything we’ll face.”
She didn’t answer for the simple fact that she couldn’t, for he’d begun to massage her feet and toes. His touch warmed her far more than the fire at her back. It was so scandalous being here with him, regardless of the fact she was a widow and little scrutiny would fall upon her. “Colin…”
“Hmm?” With a slight smile curving his lips, he caressed his magical fingers up her calves, rubbing, stroking, building the need he’d started during their kisses at the posting inn.
“Are you quite certain you wish to keep conversing?” He inclined an eyebrow.
“With words?” And he moved his hands ever higher to sweep across her knees.
“No.” Tingles chased over her skin, intensifying everywhere he touched.
She wanted his hands all over her body, to discover how else he could make her feel, to experience all the wonder of having his manly, muscled form pressing against hers, moving with her.
Already reclining on her elbows, she looked at him from slightly hooded lids.
No, she refused to become his mistress, but she wanted this coupling, in this moment, to soothe the ragged pieces of their fractured past. “Love me, Colin.”
“Ah, my darling, I rather think I’ve never stopped,” he whispered, and he shifted his position until he came over her body just as she’d hoped, his lips on hers.
Lucy gave herself into his care with her only attention returning his kisses and matching his caresses.
When she plucked at the buttons on his jacket, he lifted off her to rest on his knees, his hot gaze holding hers.
“I want to see you. All of you, finally, after all these years.” Was that really her voice, that throaty, seductive sound?
“I have waited a long time indeed to hears those words.” Never had she seen a man undress so quickly or efficiently.
Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic way to accomplish the task, but it got the job done, for soon he waited on his knees in his masculine glory with the firelight burnishing his skin, throwing shadows over his torso accentuating ridges on his abdomen and sculpting muscles of his chest and shoulders.
“Dear Lord, you’re magnificent.” Lucy forgot how to breathe as she raked her gaze over his form.
She surged onto her knees as well merely to dance her fingertips along the breadth of his shoulders, stroke them through the butterfly-shaped mat of dark hair covering his upper chest. Her heartbeat accelerated.
Need and desire coiled tight within her.
Oh, she wanted this man. Fiercely. It had been years since she’d lain with her husband, and though she enjoyed the carnal side of life, no other man had tempted her, not like Colin.