英语小说：Destined To Last 节选(3)

英语小说：Destined To Last (3)(Romance Fiction) ZT

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DESTINED TO LAST
by Alissa Johnson (fiction)

A Leisure Book
Published by Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
ISBN: 9780843962529
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Resigned to an inescapable spot of looming that morning, Kate
indulged in a brief but heartfelt sigh, and a futile but equally
heartfelt wish that she had not forgotten to bring her bonnet. It
would have gone a long way toward covering up the damage done to her
hair.

She waited until he'd drawn close enough for her to see that he was
impeccably turned out in fashionable tan breeches, dark coat, and
intricately knotted cravat; then she pasted on an extremely bright
smile, having long ago come to the conclusion that the next best
thing to avoiding embarrassment altogether was pretending it didn't
exist. She'd become depressingly adept at that pretense over the
years.

"Good morning, Mr. Hunter," she chimed in her cheeriest voice. "Have
you come out for a stroll? It's a lovely day for it."

Had Mr. Hunter been a typical gentleman of the "ton", he likely
would have floundered a little at her appearance--not to mention her
apparent ignorance of said appearance--and then very courteously
played along as if nothing was amiss while he assisted her back to
the house.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hunter was a man of great wealth but inauspicious
origin, which made his connection to the "ton" rather loose and his
position as a gentleman decidedly suspect. Kate didn't hold with the
notion that a man's status as a gentleman should be awarded solely
by right of birth. She felt strongly that it was a man's character
and behavior that marked him as a gentleman...or not, as she rather
thought to be the case with Mr. Hunter.

He stopped in front of her, raised one dark brow, and took a long,
thorough look at her bedraggled form before running his tongue along
his teeth. "Am I to pretend I don't see the mud? Is that how it's
done?"

Kate gave up the smile to roll her eyes and step around him to begin
a hurried walk toward the house. "If you were truly interested in
how it was done, you would not have asked."

He fell into step beside her. "How is one supposed to learn if one
doesn't ask?"

"The fact that I did not wish to acknowledge the mud should have
been obvious to anyone with even the most basic powers of
perception." She pursed her lips. "Perhaps you did need to ask."

He chuckled at that, a low and soft sound she was irritated to
discover she found pleasant.

"Let us assume for a moment," he replied after a pause, "that I do
possess some very basic skills of perception. Why then, do you
suppose I did ask?"

She glanced and saw that his lips were curved up with humor.
"Because you wished to amuse yourself by discomforting me."

"Patently untrue," he returned. "You looked sufficiently
uncomfortable already. I had hoped to make you smile."

"I..." That was another thing about Mr. Hunter that set her on edge.
He was charming to the point of being glib. "Well...thank you."

"It would have been my pleasure," he responded smoothly, "had I
succeeded."

"I believe I was smiling when you arrived," she pointed out.

"Because of me? How gratifying."

She felt a bubble of laughter form in her throat and ruthlessly
swallowed it down. Nothing good could come from encouraging the man.
Then again, "not" encouraging him had done very little good as well.
Perhaps a more direct approach was required.

"Your arrogance is astounding," she informed him.

"No point doing things in half measures."

She wanted to laugh at that too. Instead, she increased her pace.
"Just because something 'can' be done, doesn't mean that it 'should'
be done."

"Just because something 'shouldn't' be done, doesn't mean it can't
be done 'well.'" He waited a beat before adding, "I imagine you fell
into the pond spectacularly."

"I..." The laugh escaped, and she blamed what happened next solely
on the distraction of that laugh.

He sidestepped a large root from a nearby oak tree.

She did not, and likely would have added grass stains to her poor
dress had he not reached out and gently caught her arm as she
toppled forward.

"Easy." He stood very still, his large hand keeping a firm grip on
her arm as she righted herself. "May I assume by your energetic pace
that you were unharmed by your accident this morning?"

Ignoring the amusement in his voice, as well as the sudden
fluttering of her heart, she carefully extracted herself from his
grip. "Yes, you may. Thank you."

"I am relieved to hear it."

She gave him a wry smile. "Relieved enough to go about your business
and leave me in peace?"

"Disturbing your peace was the business I had in mind when I came
outside."

"Ah." She titled her head up at him. "Is that why you've come to
Haldon, simply to vex me?"

"Not entirely, or I'd have made the effort to arrive sooner."

There was no arguing with that bit of logic. It was the last full
day of her mother's house party and Mr. Hunter had made the trip
from London only that morning. Just in time, it would seem, to find
her returning from her walk.

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