By Jude Deveraux
She got here to him as a useful present, a unadorned angel rolled in a rug. as soon as he gazed into her eco-friendly eyes, observed her tangle of honey blonde hair, he used to be undone with ardour.
Elizabeth could by no means give up. He was once a hated Montgomery -- she was once a Chatworth -- and the blood warfare among their households raged on, a wildfire of rape, homicide, and betrayal.
Elizabeth vowed to struggle the good-looking lord, to withstand the burning hope in his eyes -- regardless of how nice the temptation.
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He whispered, completely sober. "Miles," she whispered back, her eyes on his. " Her arms were on his shoulders and now they slipped about his neck, lightly. Miles bent and kissed her, softly, but there was for the first time a tiny spark between them. Kit jumped on his father's back and Miles's face slid from Elizabeth's, and he just missed slamming into the dirt. " "To think that I used to love my son," Miles whispered in Elizabeth's ear before he rose, his son attached to his back. None of them had noticed that the sky had darkened in the last few minutes, and they each gasped when the first cold drops hit them.
This was all that was left of the meal my cook left. The food was gone but the cloth he spread it on, one of the plaids Bronwyn gave me, was left behind. " He kept her hand clasped tightly as she tossed the plaid over her arm and they walked toward Kit. " Miles asked his son. Kit gave his father a shrewd look. "Where is Sir Guy? " Between the two males passed a long look. Kit might be only four years old but he'd known since birth that he was to be a knight. He'd been given a wooden sword at two and all the stories he'd heard were of chivalry and knighthood.
Kit yelled. "So it is," Miles said, holding Elizabeth's hand. He grabbed the ropes of the swing and gave them a couple of sharp jerks. "Let me see how high you can go," he said to his son. Elizabeth and Miles stood back as Kit took over the swing, using it in an aggressive way to propel himself upward until his feet touched a tree branch. "He'll hurt himself," Elizabeth said, but Miles caught her arm. " She gasped as Kit, still swinging very high, pulled his legs up and stood in the swing. " Miles commanded, his arms open wide.