How to Live Indecently. Bronwyn Scott

laughed at his hyperbole and shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t even know his name or what he looks like. Isn’t that terrible? I don’t want to be bartered away even if it means saving my family. Not yet at least. I’d like to live a little, have an adventure all my own without worrying about what to say, what to do, what to wear or who to meet.”

      Jamie’s pulse quickened. It was indeed a desperation like his own, one driven by more than the singular incident of meeting this gentleman or that young lady. It was a hunger for liberty, for the freedom to throw off the shackles of family and responsibility.

      She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “I’m a very bad daughter, I’m afraid. The truth is, I’d rather be anywhere but here, regardless of the cost, I think.”

      His sentiments exactly. Jamie shot a glance over the gardens, a mad scheme taking shape in his mind. London lay beyond the fence, beyond the lanterns. He looked his angel in the eye. “Then let’s be there.” With four words he laid down his temptation, testing the conviction of both their thoughts. He was tired of merely thinking he could leave the veranda. Tonight, he would leave the veranda and she could come with him, if she dared. He wagered she would.

      “What? Where?” Her brow puckered into the tiniest of furrows.

      “Anywhere. Let’s be there.” Now that he’d committed to it, he was anxious to be off; down the veranda, over the garden, out the gate. His family would have a collective apoplexy. What he proposed was nearly unthinkable even to him. But not nearly as unthinkable as staying.

      “You’re mad!” But she was laughing again, and the smile she tossed him lit her face, proving he hadn’t misjudged her. If he was mad, she was a little mad too.

      “Well, why not?” Jamie pressed, sensing she could be persuaded. She only needed to see the logic of his proposal.

      “My mother and your mother,” she sputtered, groping for a legitimate rebuttal to his outlandish suggestion. “It’s simply not done.”

      “Perhaps it should be,” Jamie countered with a negligent shrug of his shoulder. Neither of us wants to be here.”

      “But the consequences!” she protested, perhaps more for form. “Do I have to spell them out for you? If we’re caught—”

      “We won’t be.” Jamie interrupted with supreme confidence, although they both knew he couldn’t really guarantee it. “Even if we’re caught, the benefits outweigh the consequences. Surely one night of freedom is worth the risk.”

      He’d made his case. It was up to her. “It’s now or never, my angel. Once the music ends, people will wander out.” He held out his hand and it seemed in that moment everything hung in the balance, hinging on her acceptance. Prove to me you’re everything I think you are. Prove to me you’re different, Jamie silently willed.

      For a split second he thought he’d lost her then her chin set in defiance, her shoulders squared and she reached for the champagne glass, downing the contents in a final swallow. “To the benefits,” she said resolutely, placing her hand in his. “Let’s go.”

      Jamie closed his fingers around her gloved hand and tucked it through the crook of his arm. “This way, my lady, our adventure awaits.”

      He’d meant to sedately walk across the garden and remain inconspicuous while they sauntered toward the gate, but the music stopped inside, signaling the end of the first dance. They exchanged a glance of mutual horror. They’d waited too long.

      She might be ready to admit defeat, but he wasn’t, not by a long shot. He wasn’t giving up one last night of freedom because a quadrille had ended. Jamie leaned close to her ear and whispered one word. “Run.”

      He led them through the garden toward the back gate hidden cleverly by ivy. With a last glance back to the empty veranda, Jamie flipped the gate latch and they slipped out into the night. In his mind the madness was starting to make sense; a riot of plans, a tumble of destinations was taking shape.

      “What shall we do first?” His angel was breathless with excitement beside him as they spilled into the alley, shutting the gate firmly behind them.

      Jamie gave her a wink. “It’s not what we’re going to do, it’s what we’re not going to do.” Tonight they would not bow to the dictates of society; tonight, he and his angel could go anywhere, do anything. Tonight, they were free.

      Chapter Two

      She’d taken utter and complete leave of her senses!

      Daphne de Courtenay still couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. Well, essentially she could. She’d thought of doing it, of simply walking away, for so long it seemed somewhat natural to have finally followed through.

      Daphne looked down at her hand, still in the stranger’s warm grip. What she couldn’t fathom was that she’d run into the night with a stranger. She’d done “wild” things before; she’d raced the squire’s horse back home in Dorset, she and some other girls had taken a nip of the headmistress’s brandy at school. She’d even sneaked out of school to spend an afternoon at a fair. But never had she done something so audacious as to leave a party with a gentleman she didn’t know.

      Those earlier exploits paled by comparison. They seemed silly even. They’d been the antics of a girl and because she’d been a girl, she’d been able to get away with them. But she was a girl no more. She was twenty-two, a woman full grown. Beyond the fact that her stranger had been by far the finest-looking man in attendance, there were no excuses for her behavior now. She would be expected to know better at this point. Well-bred girls didn’t go off with gentlemen they didn’t know.

      However, it seemed patently unfair well-bred girls were expected to marry them, and she’d had absolutely enough of that particular social hypocrisy. She was tired of being a pretty piece of chattel to be bargained in exchange for her family’s security. More than that, she was finished with “noble” gentlemen who were happy to take advantage of her situation, assuming she’d be all too glad to welcome their advances in exchange for their protection.

      She held no hopes the gentleman she was supposed to meet tonight would be any different. She was done with the world of men, at least for a night. Tonight was for her, to be with a man of her choosing, who didn’t know who she was, a man who would demand nothing of her as if it was his due. She was a good girl, she would save her family in the end, but before then, she would have just one night that would hold all others at bay.

      They stopped at the end of the alley where it joined the street ringing the square. Her stranger stepped in front of her to shield her from any traffic. The chivalrous gesture gave her time to appreciate the broadness of his shoulders, which did indeed hide her completely from view. She’d chosen her hero well.

      She’d noticed from the start her stranger was a well-made man from the breadth of his shoulders to the trim waist beneath his finely tailored evening coat and the long legs planted firmly apart as he surveyed the road. But it had been his smile that had persuaded her to leave the veranda; his smile and those chocolate eyes. A woman could get lost in those eyes. She certainly had. They’d been warm even while being mischievous, eyes full of life and energy. His smile had been temptation itself, urging her to sin with him, yet when she’d placed her hand in his she’d felt safe, as if nothing could harm her as long as she was with him.

      He glanced up and down the street, surveying the traffic. “Oh, look, there’s Riordan. Perfect.” He raised a hand to hail the oncoming driver of a high-perch phaeton and Daphne paled. Her conscience rallied one last time, reminding her she couldn’t afford to be caught at this perfidy.

      Perfect? This was the worst possible occurrence. As nice as the idea of escaping was, it wasn’t going to work. She supposed she’d known it from the start and here was the proof. They were only a block from the town house and they were caught, recognized by another partygoer. She fought back the fear. Caution accomplished nothing. Tonight would not be without some measure of risk. She must be prepared to take it.

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