Antonia studied his eyes, what she could see of them before he looked away. “If it’s about the fête—?”
“It’s not.”
The finality in his tone declared he was not about to explain. Inwardly, Antonia frowned; outwardly, she inclined her head gracefully. “In that case, I’ll just—”
Her words were cut off by shouts and yells and a muffled rumbling. Antonia turned—as did everyone else—to see an ale barrel come rolling down the lawn.
“Stop it!” someone yelled.
“Heavens!” Antonia picked up her skirts and hurried forward.
For one stunned instant, Philip watched her rush towards the barrel. Then, with a comprehensive oath, he flung aside his tankard and went after her.
She slowed as she drew in line with the oncoming barrel, deaf to the cries of warning. Close on her heels, Philip wrapped one arm about her waist and swung her out of harm’s way, pulling her hard against him.
“Wha—!”
Her strangled exclamation was music to his ears.
“Philip!” Antonia eventually got out, all in a breathless rush. “Put me down! The barrel—!”
“Weighs at least three times as much as you and would have flattened you into the ground.” Philip heard it rumble past them.
His terse words came from directly behind Antonia’s right ear. Horrified, she waggled her toes but couldn’t touch the grass. He had scooped her up, holding her with her back against his chest, one large hand splayed across her middle, easily supporting her weight. He made no move to obey her injunction. She considered struggling—and blushed. The realisation of her predicament sent shock waves to merge with the odd heat spiralling through her.
Men had rushed from all around to slow the rolling barrel. Antonia watched as they brought it under control, then turned it and rolled it towards the stall which would serve the ale.
Only then did Philip consent to set her feet back on solid earth.
Antonia immediately drew in a deep breath. She drew in another before she turned around.
Philip got in first. “You would never have stopped it.”
Antonia put her nose in the air. “I hadn’t intended to try—I would merely have slowed it until the men reached it—then they could have managed it as they did.”
Philip narrowed his eyes. “After it had rolled right over you.”
Antonia eyed his set chin, then lifted her eyes to his. Her jaw slowly set. “In that case,” she said, determinedly gracious although she spoke through clenched teeth. “I suspect I must thank you, my lord.”
“Indeed. You can thank me by coming for a ride.”
“A ride?”
Philip caught her hand. Lifting his head, he scanned the scene. “Everything’s finished here, isn’t it?”
Casting about for relief, Antonia found none. “Perhaps the Punch and Judy—”
“Geoffrey’s got that in hand. I don’t think it would be wise for you to undermine his authority.”
Antonia’s jaw dropped. “I wouldn’t—” she began hotly.
“Good. Let’s go.” Philip started for the booth where he’d left his coat, towing her along, not caring who saw. His jaw set, he swiped up his coat but didn’t stop, tugging Antonia up so he could trap her hand in the crook of his elbow.
Stunned, Antonia blinked free of the masculine web that held her. Her eyes narrowed. “I believe you’ve forgotten one point, my lord.”
Philip glanced frowningly down at her. “What?”
Antonia smiled sweetly. “I can’t ride in this dress.”
She shut her ears against his muttered curse. He abruptly changed direction; in seconds, they were through the side door and into the hall.
Philip halted at the foot of the stairs. “You’ve got five minutes,” he said, releasing her. “I’ll wait here.”
Antonia sent him a furiously disbelieving look. And watched his eyes slowly narrow.
With an exaggerated sniff, she tossed her head and headed up the stairs.
It took longer than five minutes to scramble into her habit but Philip was still waiting, pacing at the foot of the stairs, when she came down. He looked up, nodded, then waved her on.
Her chin defiantly high, Antonia sailed ahead.
The grooms had their horses ready; Philip must have sent word. He gripped her waist and tossed her up, then swung up to his chestnut’s back. He wheeled; Antonia fell in beside him. As usual, they rode before the wind, streaking across his fields.
Philip had decided where to stage their talk. Somewhere they would be assured of being private. Hardly in line with accepted precepts, but he was beyond such considerations. He led her deep into the Manor woods to a cool glade where a stream widened into a pool.
He swung down and tethered Pegasus to a low-hanging branch. A jay shrilled. Sunshine dappled the grass, growing thick and lush by the water’s edge. Enclosed by old oaks, the glade was still and silent—entirely theirs.
Antonia frowned as Philip lifted her down; the catch in her breath, the need to still her heart, no longer even registered. Her hand in his, he strode away from the horses, towards the pool. He was moving far too fast for her liking.
“What is it?” she asked, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. She glanced up at his face. “Is something amiss?”
Abruptly, Philip halted. Jaw clenched, he swung to face her. “As to that, I’m not sure.”
His eyes, Antonia saw, were patterns of roiling grey. Throughout the day, his abrupt movements, his clipped accents, had undermined her confidence—now he was talking in riddles. Taking advantage of his slackened grasp, she pulled her hand from his. Standing her ground, she lifted her chin. “There’s something bothering you—that much is plain.”
“There is indeed,” he replied, his hands rising to his hips, his eyes boring into hers.
When she simply continued to stare at him, waiting, open challenge in her gaze, Philip muttered a curse. Tense as a bowstring, he glanced away, then abruptly turned back. Capturing her gaze, he caught her hand; he lifted it, deftly turned it and placed a kiss on her wrist, on the pulse point exposed by her glove.
And felt her reaction, the quick shiver she tried to suppress, stiffening against it. Her eyes widened but not with amazement. The rise and fall of the lace ruffle at her breast increased.
Philip’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me, Antonia. Am I seducing you—or are you seducing me?”
For an instant, Antonia was sure the world had
