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But his thought processes were made sluggish by the fact that they were embracing. Somehow he was lying on his back and she was half lying on top of him. They were kissing each other, not with wild passion, or even with lusty hunger, but with soft, almost lazy kisses that seemed far more dangerous to Joshua. He was holding her face cupped in both hands. Her hands were in his hair, her fingertips lightly stroking his head. Both of them had their eyes open.

Lord!

A passionate Freyja was a keg of powder exploding. A tender Freyja was far more deadly.

"Mmm," he said against her lips. "My memories of this hollow will forever be changed."

How long they would have continued to exchange soft kisses he did not know. Someone was clearing his throat above them.

"Lovely view, Morg, would you not agree?" Alleyne asked. "Though I would advise you to look outward rather than downward. You may get vertigo."

"I would advise you to find another lookout point," Joshua said as Freyja sat up and Morgan laughed. "This one is taken."

"Tut, tut," Alleyne said. "Such a gracious host. We are not wanted, Morg. But Davy has caught a sheep, I see, and is attempting to ride it. I had better go to the rescue."

"Of Davy or the sheep?" Morgan asked.

They disappeared.

"That excursion is going to be very dangerous, you know," Joshua said, lacing his fingers behind his head while Freyja pushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ears before clasping her knees again.

"I know," she said.

"But you are not afraid?"

"No," she said. "Are you?"

"Mortally." He chuckled, though he was deadly serious. "I may not be able to keep my hands off you, sweetheart."

The sun came out behind her head as she turned it to look down at him, and converted the untamed waves of her hair to a golden halo all about her face. She looked strangely and suddenly beautiful to him.

"Perhaps I will not be able to keep mine off you," she said, looking steadily down at him.

The hollow felt airless again.

"It should be an interesting day," he said.

"Yes."

God help them, he thought, now what were they getting themselves into? Deep waters, no doubt, in more ways than one.

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it.

What the devil was the reason? He might be able to save himself if he could remember it.

"When I say my prayers tonight," he said, "I will offer one up for no rain."

He grinned at her.

CHAPTER XIX

F reyja prayed for rain or-better yet-snow. Then she caught herself playing coward and petitioned the divine weather-maker for cloudless sunshine and midsummer temperatures instead.

Some time very early-it was not even light-she tossed back the bedcovers, crossed her room to the window, and looked out. There was not a cloud in the sky-which did not mean, of course, that it was going to be a lovely day. Often a bright start gave way to clouds and rain later. And a sunny day at this time of year often came with arctic temperatures. But the window was open, she realized, and she was not even shivering.

Whatever had possessed her? She was afraid of the sea. She was mortally afraid of being cast adrift on its surface in a small fishing boat. But she had demanded to be taken across to that alarmingly distant island. It was not that prospect that had disturbed her sleep, though. After all, she was Freyja Bedwyn, and it was in her nature to confront her fears head-on whenever a challenge presented itself.

Take me there. One day-tomorrow. Just you and me. Just the two of us.

Where had the words come from? Why not an excursion for all of them? It would surely be possible to hire more than one boat. There was safety in numbers.

Just you and me. Just the two of us.

She was in far deeper with Josh than she cared to admit. She had realized that during the night when she had caught herself during one wakeful spell trying to convince herself that she was not over Kit. But she was. She was beginning to use her old passion for him as a shield behind which to hide. Kit was happy with Lauren and she with him, and there was no longer any pang of grief or anger in the realization. That part of her life was over and done with.

But if she was over Kit, what was there to stop her from loving Josh?

She dared not love him. Even though he was not nearly as shallow a person as she had taken him for when they were in Bath, he nevertheless was not a man it would be wise to fall in love with. He did not intend making his home at Penhallow or anywhere else. He was eager to get back to his life of shiftless wandering. His frivolous life, as he had described it yesterday.

And yet yesterday she had not been sure she believed him. . . .

Tomorrow-today-she was going to go over to the island with him. Just the two of them. And there could be no pretense of innocence.

Are you willing to face such danger? And I am not referring to the boat ride.

I am willing.

I may not be able to keep my hands off you, sweetheart.

Perhaps I will not be able to keep mine off you.

Freyja shivered after all in the predawn air and went back to bed, but she did little more than doze and wake until she could decently get up and venture from her room.

Early as she was, Joshua had already gone out to the home farm with his steward. Aidan and Alleyne had gone with him. Freyja remembered then that she had promised to spend the morning writing invitations to the ball with Morgan, Constance, and Chastity.

The guest list was a long one, she discovered, when she joined the others in the morning room after breakfast. She wondered if anyone within a five-mile radius of Penhallow had been omitted and realized how typical it was of Joshua to be so egalitarian despite his elevated rank. She tried to imagine Wulfric hosting such a ball and found herself smiling at the absurdity of the thought.

"Can you imagine Wulf with such a guest list, Morgan?" she asked as the four of them settled to their task.

"Or us attending such a ball?" Morgan said. "Wulfric is our brother the duke," she explained to the other two ladies. "He is extremely high in the instep."

"Joshua does not see this ball as an elegant social event for those of elevated rank," Constance said. "He sees it as a neighborhood celebration of his return home and his betrothal. And all these people were his friends-servants, laborers, villagers. He wishes to share his happiness and his good fortune with them. Will such a ball offend you?"

"I do believe," Morgan said, leaning forward across the table, "I am going to enjoy it immensely."

"If it will make Josh happy," Freyja said, "then it will make me happy too."

Gracious heavens, she sounded like a woman meekly in love.

Was she?

Constance looked up from the blank card she had drawn in front of her, her quill pen poised above the ink bottle. "I really believed when we were in Bath, you know, Freyja," she said, "and you helped Joshua foil Mama's plan to talk him into marrying me, that you would soon find some discreet way to put an end to your betrothal. I did not understand that it was real, even if the actual announcement was rushed forward. I am so glad it is. You are perfect for Joshua. You are bold and bright enough to challenge him. You will tame him without crushing his spirit, yet you will not allow him to subdue you-he would despise you or soon grow bored with you if you did."

Freyja was startled but had no chance to respond.

"Freyja!" Morgan exclaimed. "Was there more to your sudden betrothal in Bath than you told us? How provoking of you to keep it a secret from me. I thought we had no secrets. I shall have it all out of you later-be warned. But I do agree with Constance that Joshua is really quite perfect for you. I hope I will find someone as perfect for myself, though I am sure that will not happen in the foolish atmosphere of a London Season."