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Willow’s voice calling him selfish echoed in the cold back alley, and a pang of guilt, foreboding, stopped the kiss. He pulled back, breathing hard, looked into Ada’s eyes.
Green and wide as the moors and full of trust.
She no longer had a suitor. Had ended the relationship herself. His kisses could not be wrong now. Well, except in regard to the promise he’d made Willow to leave Ada alone.
But since Ada didn’t seem to mind…
He lowered his lips to hers once more, pressed their bodies close enough to become one, and kissed her like he intended to keep her.
Because he did.
Chapter Sixteen
Adapurposefully sat across from Cass in the hack, though the wicked glimmer in his eye spoke volumes. She’d prefer to sit next to him. Better yet, on his lap.
She. Would.Not. Give in to that temptation. Though no doubt he would invite it.
In his arms, she threw all good sense out the window and found herself slipping her tongue into the man’s mouth outside of Astley’s Amphitheatre. Unimaginable.
Exhilarating.
And very much something she should not do again.
Especially not since he’d so casually spoken the wordmarriage.
Marriage—the reason she sat across from him instead of close enough to wind about him while she still had the chance.
She would never marry. Not Lucas who would drag her back to the country. Not Cass who would keep her anchored in London, his family’s home.
No. She’d just taken her own future into her hands. She would not wrap it round with a ring and a marriage vow and strangle it before it had breathed fully.
She peeked at him. He gazed at her with hooded eyes and a half smile. His large body lounged across the seat, legs spread wide. He consumed all the space, a jungle cat, a predator. Quite obviously, he waited.
A prickle of fear raced up her spine, and she dropped her gaze to her lap and then out the window.
Surely when he’d said marriage, he’d not meant toher. The question bounced on the tip of her tongue. He’d not said a word since depositing her in the hack. She opened her mouth to ask it.
The conveyance rolled to a stop.
Thank heavens. She snapped her mouth shut and jolted up and outside, blinking in the sunshine and not waiting for him to exit behind her.
The hack had stopped a street away from the Cavendish townhouse, so Ada bounced into the walk, masking her frayed nerves with a buoyant step.
Such actions could be interpreted as fearful, as running. But Ada counted them as self-preservation. When one was being hunted, one ran. Simple fact of life.
But he soon caught up with her. Of course he did. And he sauntered by her side, almost on the other side of the walkway from her.
She glanced at him. “You’re up to something nefarious.”
He grinned. “Am not.”
“I’ve a sense for these things, remember?”
He continued grinning.
“Are you going to tell me what has made you so happy after such a disastrous run-in with your sister-in-law?”
“I’m planning.”
