Chapter Five #2
Toying with the grass absently, she was so consumed with her gloomy visions that she was gradually aware of glittering black eyes staring up at her.
Even as she found herself gazing into the tiny orbs, she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at; only when the eyes blinked, rapidly, did she realize that she was no longer alone beneath the aged, sheltering oak.
Summer sat up from the tree trunk, not particularly afraid of the small, dark eyes as they studied her curiously. Sitting very still so as not to startle her little visitor, she was eventually rewarded when the small gray and white ferret emerged from the shadows and into the weak moon light.
It was a beautifully maintained little beast, clean and bright and well fed as it scampered onto her lap. Sensing from the behavior and condition of the animal that it was exceptionally tame, she began to stroke the silky fur.
“My goodness, little one,” she cooed in flawless speech. “Who do you belong to?”
Tiny whiskers licked her arm as the ferret moved up her torso, sniffing her skin and wiggling its little nose.
Summer giggled as tiny claws tickled her skin, collecting the ferret into both hands as to better inspect the best. Golden orbs met with curious, rodent black and she smiled brightly, noting the beautiful shadings of gray and white upon the fuzzy coat.
“I would suspect that someone is missing you right now,” she said softly, tearing her eyes away from the pet long enough to glance to the glowing encampment.
There appeared to be no lady in frantic search of her pet.
With a shrug, Summer rubbed noses with her newest friend.
“I suppose I should discover who you belong to. After we’ve become acquainted, of course. ”
Within her soft hands, Antony was quite content to allow his rescuer to gently caress him.
But his attention was finite and he worked his way to her shoulder, perching atop the tender skin and sniffing the brisk sea air.
Summer giggled as he scampered along her neck, losing himself in her hair and eventually coming to the conclusion that her thick mane was a wonderful, warm haven in which to hide from the frightening world.
Summer attempted to coax the furry creature from her hair, but he ignored her and she suspected the hooting of the owl had something to do with his reluctance.
She did not blame him in the least and was content to allow him to remain for the time being.
The restless creature, however, eventually emerged from the silken blond cave and worked his way down her arm, moving to the comfort of her lap once more.
Summer continued to stoke her new companion, thoughts of finding its owner fading by the moment.
She’d never had a pet, not even a bird in a cage, and she realized that she could come to love the little animal deeply.
He was sweet, well-behaved and clean, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry that she was stealing someone else’s property.
If they were careless enough to allow him to escape, then they did not deserve the responsibility or the pleasure accompanying such an animal.
She kissed and cooed to the little animal.
“He has never been quite so affectionate with me.”
The baritone voice startled Summer and she looked up as a massive form stepped from the shadows into the moonlight, his hands raised in supplication. She must have recoiled or otherwise displayed fright, because the figure came to a halt.
“I am sorry if I frightened you, my lady, please forgive me,” Bose said quietly, keeping his hands raised to prove he was no threat. “I heard your laughter from the trees and followed the sound. I wasn’t spying on you nor do I intend you harm, I swear it.”
Summer continued to stare at him with big eyes, surprised by his appearance, unsure what to say.
Even though the man was without his helm, she remembered those features.
She had seen him, earlier that day as he had asked permission from her father to speak with her.
It was Bose de Moray in the flesh and delight mingled with her surprise, becoming nervous apprehension.
Here they were, alone, and she was uncertain.
Uncertainty sealed her lips. She just sat there and looked at him.
She’d never been in this position in her life.
Bose sensed her hesitance. He, too, was struggling to overcome the shock of coming across Lady Summer, with Antony in her hands no less.
He still wasn’t even sure he wasn’t dreaming it.
Eager to ease her anxiety, he lowered his hands while maintaining a distant, unmoving position.
For a moment, all he could do was look at her.
He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.
“Antony has never been as loving with me as he apparently is with you,” he said quietly, wondering why his voice was tinged with an odd quiver. “He escaped this night and I was frantic with worry for him. How fortunate for me that you have found him.”
Summer tore her eyes away from Bose long enough to gaze at the fuzzy creature in her grasp.
Obviously, the little beast belonged to the knight.
Without hesitation, she extended her hands to offer Bose the animal.
He eyed her a moment, his black eyes blazing with warmth, before slowly shaking his head.
“He likes you better, I can tell,” his voice was soft. “Please… you will keep him.”
His tone was soothing, his manner gentle.
Summer’s brow furrowed and her lovely face washed with a curious expression, looking to Antony as if the ferret could confirm his master’s directive.
Bose continued to stare at her a moment before slowly crouching in an attempt to make himself appear less threatening. He wanted to be on her level.
“I did not mean to disturb your peaceful evening,” he said quietly. “I would be honored if you would allow me to join you.”
Summer continued to stare at him, knowing that he had been carrying on a one-sided conversation until this point.
Sooner or later, he was going to expect a reply.
But she did not want to make a fool of herself, as she wasn’t certain she could reply without stammering all over herself.
It seemed to get worse when she was upset or nervous.
As she pondered her next move, Antony abruptly scampered across her lap and onto the ground.
Mounting Bose’s arm, he scurried to his familiar post atop his master’s broad shoulder.
“Ah, my treacherous little friend, so you think to return to me?” his thick fingers scratched affectionately at the animal. “For certain, I thought I’d lost you. But it would seem that you and I had the same idea to find a certain young lady.”
Summer watched him play with the pet, blushing furiously when he turned his gaze upon her. Averting her eyes, her respiration began to come in sharp pants. Say something, you foolish wench!
“I did not receive a reply from you earlier, when I asked if you had enjoyed your first melee,” he said, drinking in her exquisite profile and finding that the peculiar quiver in his voice had spread to his limbs.
“Your brother’s wife seemed most anxious to answer for you. Does she do this habitually?”
Summer stared at her hands. Then, she nodded faintly. “S-She does.”
Bose’s gaze held even, although there was no mistaking the stammer in her softly-uttered reply. As an inkling of suspicion came to mind, a curiosity took hold and his stare grew in intensity.
“I have heard Lady Genisa possesses the ability to talk God off his throne,” he said casually. “I see that the rumors were truth.”
A faint smile creased Summer’s beautiful lips. “Indeed, my lord,” she nearly whispered. “Genisa is most chatty. And most overb-bearing at times, although she means well.”
Then it was true. Bose came to realize that he had not imagined the catch in her speech.
He also knew why the lady had remained so silent in his presence, why her sister-in-law and father has answered for her, and why Ian had dragged her away when a conversation was imminent.
It made his heart ache for her, because what they did not know was that Bose understood such things.
God help him, he understood a great deal.
“I see,” his baritone was scarcely audible as he replied belatedly to her statement. “Since she is not here to answer for you, then I would expect to hear your thoughts personally. Did you, in fact, enjoy the melee?”
Summer continued to stare at her hands, the ground, and finally Antony as he scampered down Bose’s arm and clamored up her thigh. Petting the fuzzy creature, he heard her give a faint sigh before she gave him her full attention.
“Nay,” she replied frankly. “I thought it was a horrible d-display of savagery and male pride. I never want to see another melee as long as I live.”
He met her gaze a long moment, his lips creased with mirth.
Before he could control himself, he was howling with laughter such as he had never known and Summer watched him, horrified and ashamed, knowing that he was laughing at her affliction.
With a whimper of anguish, she bolted to her feet and gathered her skirts.
But massive hands were suddenly holding her firm.
Somehow, he had covered the distance between them and was now grasping her. His grip was like iron.
“Where do you go?” he demanded softly.
“Let me go!” she cried. His fingers were like iron, biting into the soft flesh of her arms and much to her dismay, Summer felt the sting of tears. Throwing herself about, she struggled fiercely to release his hold before she disgraced herself further. “Release m-me immediately!”
Instead of complying, Bose’s grip tightened. Summer gasped as bolts of pain coursed through her arms and her struggles came to a halt. Golden orbs locked with onyx-black and Bose could literally read the shame and terror brimming in the depths.