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The Devil's Heart (other topics)Lyon's Bride (other topics)
“I know what you are going to say. You are going to offer marriage. You are an honorable man. You feel duty-bound to make an honorable offer. You may do so. Know that I will reject it.”
“What?” he said, as if he hadn’t heard her correctly.
“I will reject it,” she assured him. “I know what you must do and you should know I don’t consider you accountable for what happened between us last night.”
“You have churned everything over in that mind of yours, haven’t you?” he said.
“I just know what is coming and I don’t want you to say the words. I don’t want to embarrass you by refusing you.”
He sat on the end of the desk, his expression one of confused disbelief. “Heroine, what are you talking about?”
“You,” she said. “I’m explaining to you that you don’t need to offer to marry me. I will not accept your proposal.”
“Well, that is comforting,” he replied. “Are you also going to share
with me why you will refuse this offer I have not made yet?”
She had expected him to be angry. Instead, he sounded more bemused. And then she realized she really had no reason to withhold the truth. Hero would not betray her trust as others would. If anything, he probably knew her secret. “I can’t accept your offer,” she said, a tightness forming in her chest. She kept her chin up. “Because you have not compromised me in any form. I am not a virgin.”
There it was. The truth. She discovered it a bit freeing to confess aloud her shame and she braced herself for his censure.
Instead, he answered, “I’m not, either.”
Heroine frowned. Perhaps he didn’t understand?
“No one expects you to be pure,” she said. “You are male.”
“Oh,” he said as if with sudden understanding. “You were saying that to make me jealous—”
“I was not. Why would saying something like that make you jealous?”
“Well, because I like you,” he replied, as if it should be obvious. “But if you didn’t say it to make me jealous, perhaps then you were saying it so that I didn’t feel alone. I appreciate that,” he announced, coming to his feet as if she’d done something clever. “I was feeling as if I was surrounded by virgins. It is difficult being the only one who is not one. Then again, the Sister-in-Law is not a virgin,” he continued, as if weighing the merits of the matter, “that is, if my brother did his duty. And I certainly hope my sisters are because that is what brothers should think, no?”
His cavalier attitude was not what she had expected.
“Are you mocking me?”
“Yes, I am,” he said.
“I don’t like that.”
“I didn’t believe you would,” he answered. His manner grew serious. “However, perhaps it is about time someone took you off your high horse. You aren’t the only one involved in what happened between us
last night.”
But Heroines’s temper, the one she tried carefully to control, took off. “I’ll have you know, sir, that I feared this day when I would feel the need to admit my terrible secret. In my mind, the receiver of such news would castigate me before shunning my presence. I didn’t imagine he would think this a jest.”
“Jest? Yes!” he said with a touch of his own displeasure. “I didn’t have you pegged as someone who would walk off as if I meant nothing.”
Her anger evaporated. “I didn’t walk off.”
“Yes, you did,” he said. “When I returned for you, you were gone and your leaving didn’t have anything to do with the boat arriving, did it? This was all some grand scheme in your mind where you were the tragic heroine and I was what? The actor in a small part who is of no importance? Or is this the way you react whenever anyone grows too close to you? We were very close last night, Heroine. And it was important. It was meaningful.”