Regency Surrender: Rebellious Debutantes. Annie Burrows

in talking of marriage felt like plunging right through the ice into the black void beneath. ‘No!’

      She tried to pull out of his arms, skidded and had no choice but to grab hold of him again.

      ‘What do you mean no?’ He frowned down at her. ‘You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.’

      ‘That is not the point.’

      ‘Then what is the point? What can you possibly want from life, if you can turn up your nose at a proposal from a dashing, handsome, and I’ll have you know, solvent peer of the realm? Who could have any other woman for the snapping of my fingers?’

      She sucked in a short, shocked breath. How cruel of him to fling her very own words back in her face.

      And his face was hard now, harder than she’d ever seen it. Gone was the mask of affability he’d worn when he’d been trying to win her round. Gone the charming smile and the warmth in his eyes. It had been replaced by something with which she was far more familiar.

      Cold, hard anger.

      Oh, but it was just as well she’d seen this side of him, before it was too late. Before she’d forgotten just how miserable her father had made her mother, within the cage that their marriage had become. She would never, ever, let a man bully her and break her down. Nor coerce her with...with deceitfully delightful kisses!

      This time when she tried to break from his hold, he let her go. As though he’d recognised the determination in her eyes and realised it was over.

      ‘The only sort of man I would even consider marrying,’ she retorted, ‘not that I have any intention of doing anything so stupid, would be...would be...a sailor!’

      ‘A what?’

      ‘You heard me. A sailor.’

      ‘Why the deuce would you prefer a sailor to me?’

      ‘Because a sailor,’ she snapped, almost beside herself with fury at the way she was having to hang on to a tree merely to maintain her upright position, while he was standing there, hands on his hips, looking down his nose at her with the kind of disdain only an aristocrat could ever muster, ‘would hand over his money, and go off to sea for months, perhaps even years, and leave me in peace to live exactly as I wished!’

      There. That had done it. He’d stalk away now—or rather skate away—without a backward glance. And never deign to so much as recognise her if he saw her in the street.

      But to her astonishment, he did no such thing. On the contrary, the anger that had seemed to consume him vanished as he flung back his head and burst out laughing.

      ‘You are perfect,’ he cried, taking hold of her by the elbows and restoring her to a more upright stance. ‘Absolutely perfect. You no more want to get married than I do!’

      ‘But...if you don’t want to get married, then why...?’

      ‘Look, there are reasons why I need to have a wife. Which I won’t go into just yet. But I am definitely willing to hand over a deal of my money, and leave you alone, if that’s what you want. We can live virtually separate lives, if, after an initial period, you find you really can’t stand the sight of me. I shan’t cut up rough. You’ll still have a generous allowance.’

      ‘An allowance?’ She couldn’t quite get her breath. She shook her head. ‘I don’t understand....’

      ‘Come, Miss Carpenter, I can see you are tempted, if not by my kisses, then at least by my money.’

      ‘That sounds... You’re making me sound horrible. Mercenary....’

      ‘Then what can I offer you, that would make you agree to take my hand? Name it. Whatever it is you’ve always craved, and feared you could never have, I will give it to you.’

      ‘You can’t want to marry me that much....’

      ‘So there is something? I knew it. Tell me and it shall be yours.’

      ‘It isn’t anything...really.’

      ‘It’s something.’

      ‘Well, it’s just that of late...’ She stopped and shook her head.

      ‘Yes? Come on, tell me. If it is in my power to give it, I will.’

      ‘It will probably sound silly to you. But...oh, I so wish I could have a room of my own. A room I can do whatever I want in. Where people have to knock before they come in. A room that nobody can ever turn me out of...’ She faltered to a halt as tears stung her eyes. She hadn’t realised how precious privacy was, until she’d been forced out of her childhood home, and had to rely on the grudging charity of others. Even here, in London, she had to share not only a room, but a bed, with two other girls. They’d made space for her, but it was just a corner. And she was sick of having to make do with just claiming a corner of other people’s rooms.

      ‘You want security,’ he said, once more hitting the nail on the head. ‘I can give you that. And as for privacy, well, I have several properties. And you may have your very own room in each one of them.’

      ‘Really?’ It sounded too good to be true. ‘But I still don’t understand why...’

      ‘Never you mind about why,’ he grated. ‘Just think about this.’ And without further ado, he pulled her into his arms, and kissed her again. And this time, there was nothing gentle, or tentative, about it. This kiss was one that claimed her, body and soul. She had no more chance of escaping him than a snowball did of surviving in the kitchen fire.

      She melted into him, swept away by his ardour, her own body’s clamouring and the joyous thought that if she agreed to his proposal, she would have a place of her own. Money to spend as she wanted.

      And kisses like this.

      She came out of her blissful haze to the sound of Dotty and Lotty, shrieking.

      And opened her eyes to see them speeding across the ice towards her.

      Lord Havelock spun round to face them, his arm snaking round her waist as they offered their congratulations on a betrothal she hadn’t actually voiced her agreement to.

      But she couldn’t very well say so. Why else would she have been kissing a man, in broad daylight, unless it was because they’d just become engaged?

      Then something struck her. ‘You can both skate. You don’t need Mr Morgan to stop you falling over at all!’

      Dotty and Lotty, completely unabashed, giggled, took her by an arm each and towed her away from her...well, she supposed she had to call him her fiancé.

      ‘If he’d known we could skate, do you think he would have let us hang on to him like that? He’s the most hardened case in town. Girls have been trying to get him to the altar since...oh, for ever, and nobody has yet got as far as either of us did today.’

      She blinked at them in shock. They’d been pretending they couldn’t skate, just so they could get close to him?

      She’d never heard of anything so...unscrupulous!

      Unless it was letting everyone think she’d just accepted a proposal, when she had no intention of doing any such thing.

       Chapter Five

      He held her hand, in the carriage, all the way home.

      She could have tugged it free, she supposed, but then she would have to explain herself.

      And she had no excuse. None. She couldn’t very well claim Lord Havelock had forced those kisses on her. She’d put her arms round him and kissed him back. With some enthusiasm.

      And Dotty and Lotty looked so pleased for her. Even Mr Morgan had a twinkle in his eye, and a smile that softened that stern mouth whenever he glanced at their clasped hands.

      Her