Authors: Bobbi Smith
“CC, I don't understandâ¦. What are you doing here, dressed like that?”
As John realized his worst fears were coming true, he tensed, ready to do whatever was necessary to protect CC from disclosure. Although she was frightened, CC knew it was too outrageous a situation for her to try to lie about. She liked Matthew; she had from their first meeting, and she felt reasonably sure that she could trust him. She decided to tell Matt the truth and hope for the best. Certainly, since Noah was in the middle of negotiating an arms sale to the rebels, Matt couldn't very well threaten her with any kind of exposé.
“I came because I wanted to know what was going on,” she answered simply, “and I dressed like this so I wouldn't be recognized.”
Her blatant honesty surprised him. “But isn't it dangerous for you? You're the daughter of an important British agentâ¦. Your father's a loyalistâ¦.”
She gave a little shrug, “Much to my father's distress, we have long held different political views.”
“Does he know about this?” He was incredulous.
“No, and Matthew”âher gaze met his, open yet pleading for understandingâ“I hope it stays that way.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” he promised. He had thought CC quite a lady when he'd met her at the ball, and he was now even more impressed. Not only was she lovely, but she was educated and an independent thinker, too.
“But what about you, Matt? I don't understand why you're here.”
“Yes,” John challenged, not at all sure of CC's decision to be honest with this man. “Why would a titled Englishman like yourself be interested in the complaints of the colonists?”
“I've found myself growing more and more intrigued with life here in Boston, and I wanted to learn more about the problems that are causing all the trouble.”
“I'm surprised,” CC put in, “although I don't suppose I should be.”
“I don't understand.” Matt gave her a puzzled look. “Why do you find my interest so remarkable?”
“For a moment I was thinking that you were more like your brother,” she remarked scathingly. “I have to remember that the two of you are nothing alike.”
“I'm not sure if that's a compliment or notâ¦.” Matt frowned.
“Oh, it is,” CC told him hastily, leaving Matt to wonder what Noah had done to leave her with such a bad opinion of him. “You're much more approachable than he is and, I believe, far less opinionated. I mean, at least you're willing to take the time to listen, whereas Noah couldn't care less. I'm sure he thinks any complaints we colonists might have are not in the realm of his vital interests and therefore not of importance.”
John stiffened imperceptibly at her use of the nobleman's first name. His gaze narrowed as he wondered just when she'd started referring to him so intimately.
“Indeed you're right. Many of my countrymen feel that way,” Matt agreed. “I'm sure they would find my interest in such matters offensive, but I assure you that I am most serious in my intent. Since first arriving here I have discovered that the authorities are very selective about how and for whom they wield their power.”
“You have?” CC was amazed at his answer.
“Yes.” There was a blaze of emotion reflected in his eyes as he answered. “It was a lesson well learned, and I intend to help rectify the situation if I can.”
“And Noah doesn't share your interest?” CC found that she had to know.
John's curiosity turned to jealousy as she used his first name again, and he tried to imagine what reason she might have for being interested in Lord Kincade's plans.
“No.” Matt's answer was abrupt, reflecting the tension between them. “Noah has no real interest in any of this.”
“I know,” she replied a little too bitterly.
The sound of her tone drew a curious look from Matt and he wondered how she could possibly know of Noah's affiliation. Then he remembered Noah's manipulations to be alone with CC in the garden the night of the ball and speculated that maybe there had been more to the moment, as he'd originally suspected. After all, her flight into the music room that night had coordinated with Noah's departure with Eveâ¦.
“I didn't know that you and Noah had become so well acquainted,” he ventured easily.
CC realized her mistake and hastened to try to cover it. “Oh, we're not.”
But Matt was far too perceptive for her and he knew she was trying to hide something. Something had happened between them, for he knew his brother, and he knew that Noah did not discuss any of his personal affairs with anyone.
He glanced up then and saw Ben looking around in the crowd for him, his expression worried. “If you'll excuse meâ¦I came with someone and I'd better get back.”
“Of course.”
Matt met her gaze squarely and told her, “I always keep my promises, CC.” With that, he moved off through the crowd.
CC started to follow Matthew, but John grabbed her by the arm and halted her progress.
“John?” She turned to look at him quizzically.
“I want to talk with youâ¦.” he said through gritted teeth.
“What? Why, of course⦔
She went along unresisting as he pulled her back into an even more secluded corner.
“What is it? Are you worried about Matthew?”
“No, I'm not worried about him,” he dismissed quickly, having believed Matthew Kincade to be totally honest. “He's the least of my worriesâ¦.”
“Then what?”
“I want to know what's going on with you and Kincade.”
“Matthew and me?” She was confused. There's nothing betweenâ”
“I know that, CC. Don't play stupid. I don't mean Matthew, I mean the older oneâ¦Noah.”
“Nothing,” she denied as firmly as she could.
“I don't believe that, CC. I want to know how you came to be calling Lord Kincade by his
first
name!”
It was only then that she realized her mistake, and she hurried to try to cover her slip.
“He asked me to call him by his first nameâ¦.” she managed.
“When, CC?” he demanded, his hold on her tightening. John had heard rumors that CC had been out in the garden with Lord Kincade the night of the ball, but she had been so attentive to him that night that he had dismissed them as unimportant. Now, though, they had taken on a whole new meaning for him, and he was consumed with jealousy. “When you were in the garden alone together?”
CC felt herself flush, and she jerked free of his bruising grip. “It's none of your business, John! You have no hold on me!”
“Oh yes I do!” He tried to grab her again, but she eluded him and raced away outside into the night.
Her running out drew only a minimum of attention, but John knew all would be watching if he pursued her. Frustrated, angry, and seething with jealousy, he tried to bring his emotions under control as he turned his attention back to the speakers.
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Noah's mood was black as he sat alone in the plush interior of his hired coach. Nothing was turning out as he'd planned. Nothing.
The shambles that was his life seemed to be growing even more complicated, if that was possible. The differences between Matt and himself were pronounced, and it troubled him that they had little common ground anymore since their last fight.
Noah knew that he had been hard on Matt at the time, but he'd truly felt that he was making a mistake in deciding to marry Faith and stay on in Boston, and he'd wanted to convince him of the error of his ways. Noah sighed heavily as he admitted to himself that all he'd managed to do was to alienate Matt even more. Now, whenever their paths crossed, they spoke briefly, but not of anything of importance. The encounters always left him feeling oddly bereft.
Noah had hoped a return to his old devil-may-care ways would cheer him, and for that reason he had accepted Eve's invitation to dinner. He scowled sullenly into the darkness as he thought of the past few hours. The evening had been a complete fiasco. He wondered again why he hadn't been able to banish the emerald-eyed vixen, CC, from his thoughts when he had been holding the lush, willing Eve in his arms. He could have taken Eve. She would have reveled in it.
What the hell was the matter with him that he didn't want a voluptuous, wanton, willing woman? A woman was a womanâ¦. Weren't they all alike? The answer that forced its way into his consciousness left him completely stunned, and he immediately denied it as ridiculous. There was no way that CC Demorest meant anything to him. He knew what kind of woman she was. She was a deceitful, cunning witch, and he wanted no part of her.
As the image of CC making love with John Robinson flashed through his thoughts and tormented him, Noah cursed out loud at the vicious flare of jealousy that ignited within him, but he still refused to admit that he cared anything for her. The reason she was affecting him so, he decided with as much logic as he could muster, was because she'd been a virgin when he'd taken her. That was the only reason. There was nothing more to it than that.
The carriage was moving along at a goodly clip when suddenly it lurched to an abrupt, unexpected halt that threw Noah roughly against the wall.
“What the⦔ Swearing loudly, he thrust open the coach door and yelled out to his driver, “What's happened?”
“A young boy, sirâ¦run right out in front of me!” the driver told him as he jumped to the ground from his perch.
“Where? Is he injured?”
“I don't know yet. He's layin' there kind of stillâ¦.”
Concerned, Noah climbed out and hurried with the driver to see to the youth. The darkness hid the boy's identity until Noah got close enough to recognize her. He stood in shock for a moment, staring down at CC's inert form.
“CCâ¦dear God⦔ He felt as if someone had torn his heart from his chest.
“You know 'im, sir?” The driver gave him a curious look as he wondered how such a fine gentleman could be acquainted with such an urchin.
“Yes, I know him,” Noah growled, kneeling beside her and touching his fingers to the delicate pulse point in her throat. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat sent blessed relief through him, and he was grateful when she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Noah⦔ Her voice was soft and confused.
“Yes,” he replied gruffly as he quickly disguised the feelings of joy that possessed him.
CC saw a flicker of some unknown emotion in his gaze but had little strength then to question it. “Noah⦔ It was a helpless sigh that wreaked havoc on his emotions, and with a muttered curse, he swept her up into his arms and strode back toward the carriage.
“Sir?” the driver asked, not knowing what to do as the gentleman placed the young boy in the carriage and then climbed in after him.
“Just drive for now. I'll give you directions in a momentâ¦.” Noah instructed as he pulled the door shut.
The coachman stared at the closed door for a moment before returning to his seat and once again taking up the reins.
CC sat quietly in the comfort of the coach, her heart, her mind, her soul filled with Noah's overpowering presence. When she'd opened her eyes after the accident and had seen Noah's handsome face hovering above her in the darkness, it had seemed for just a moment that she had been dreamingâ¦that there had been no one else in the world but the two of them. The feeling had been rapturous.
Ever since their encounter in the parlor the other day, he'd been constantly in her thoughts. CC didn't understand why his touch and kiss could affect her so, but she knew that there was something about Noah Kincade that left her weak-willed and hungry for his touch. It worried her even as it fascinated her. She knew him. She knew what he was about and what he valued. He was not a man she could love, and yet she found herself irresistibly drawn to him.
CC sighed as the reality of the situation intruded on her. Running away from John, as she had, had been stupid. She shivered as she imagined the repercussions of anyone discovering her true identity. She was glad that she'd taken the time to anchor her tricorn so firmly, for that extra care had prevented it from being dislodged during the accident and had saved her from possible recognition.
Wearily she reached up to remove the pins that held the hat so securely. As she removed the tricorn and unpinned her hair, Noah turned to her. The relief he was feeling over the fact that she had suffered no lasting harm in the accident was quickly forgotten as his eyes met hers, and he read there what he thought to be her usual dislike of him. The thought infuriated him. He had just saved her from who-knows-what, and she had the gall to glare at him as if he were some kind of monster.
CC was trying to decipher the strained look on Noah's face when suddenly he erupted in fury, his eyes narrowing to the forbidding silver expression she knew so well.
“Just what the hell do you think you were doing running around the streets like that?” Noah snapped harshly, staring at her garb.
“It's none of your business what I was doing!” she countered, the last sweet fragments of her imaginings disappearing as wisps of fog before a cold, devastating winter wind.
“When you ran out in front of my coach, you made it my business!” he argued, not sure whether he wanted to shake her until she admitted the foolishness of her act or kiss her until she understood how frightened he'd been.
“Then I beg your pardon, Lord Kincade. Believe me, I had no wish to intrude on your evening, and I hope my untimely arrival didn't ruin any of your plansâ¦.” she bit out ungratefully as she shook her head and allowed her hair to tumble free.
“I'm afraid you did ruin my plansâ¦all of themâ¦.” he muttered softly, more to himself than to her as he stared at her in the dimness of the coach light. Even Noah's anger, which was substantial, could not dampen the thrill of excitement he felt at having her so near, so unexpectedly.
Her upset was such that, even though his answer surprised her, it did not stop her from replying brashly, “Again, my apologies, although I fail to see how a moment's delay in your busy schedule could ruin anything. Just stop the carriage and let me out. You can then be on your merry way.”