looked up at him, surprised.
‘It is not very interesting. I have done little, and travelled less.’
‘I understand there was some opposition to your marriage to Lord Allyngham?’
‘Strong opposition,’ she told him. ‘My parents died when I was a baby and I was sent to Allyngham to be brought up with the family. Lady Allyngham had no daughter, you see, and she brought me up with the intention that I would be something in the nature of a companion to her.’
‘Did they treat you well?’
‘Yes, very well. Tony and I grew up together—and Alex, of course, who lived on the neighbouring estate. We were all close friends, inseparable until the boys went away to school, and even then we were always together when they came home for the holidays.’
‘If that was the case then the Allynghams might have expected Tony to fall in love with you.’
She sighed. ‘I do not believe the thought occurred to them. He was their second son and it was expected that he would make an advantageous match. It is not surprising that they were mortified when he decided to marry me, a penniless orphan.’
‘That must have been very unpleasant for you.’
‘It was, a little. Oh, they did nothing so very bad; they loved Tony far too much to disinherit him or anything of that nature, but there was always a certain—coolness. It lasted until they died five years ago.’
‘If you had given Allyngham an heir…’
She flinched a little at that.
‘Perhaps that might have helped, but it was not to be.’
He glanced down at her, concerned, and she gave him a strained little smile.
‘You are not to be thinking my life is empty, Major. I have plenty to occupy me, looking after the Allyngham estates.’
‘That must be a heavy burden for you.’
‘Not really, I enjoy it. I took charge initially because Tony was away in the army. He trusted me to look after everything for him and we have an excellent steward, too. And Alex is always there to advise me.’
‘Ah, Mortimer.’ She heard the harsh note creep into his voice. ‘And was he also always there while your husband was away?’
She stopped. Suddenly it was important that she make him understand. She turned towards him, fixing her eyes upon his face.
‘Alex and I are very close, we share many of the same interests, but we have never been more than friends. Tony knew that: it gave him some comfort to know that when he was away we could look after each other.’ Impulsively she put her hands on his chest. ‘I may flirt a little, Major, but I have never played my husband false, and I never intend to do so. I want you to believe that.’
They stared at one another, oblivious of the raucous laughter and exclamations of the crowds around them. Jack’s hand came up and covered her fingers.
‘I do believe it,’ he said slowly. ‘The more I know of you, the more I am intrigued. I think you are more innocent that you would have me believe.’
Eloise stepped back. Warning bells were clamouring in her head: he was far too close to the truth! She gave a little laugh.
‘Do not put me on a pedestal, Major, I pray you.’ She tucked her hand in his arm. ‘Shall we find our supper box now?’
However, when they were seated in their box, Eloise gave Jack a smiling apology.
‘I am afraid my appetite has quite deserted me. We are so exposed here, with all the world and his wife walking by.’
‘Then let us give them a performance,’ murmured Jack, bringing his chair a little closer. ‘You need to eat, so I shall feed you titbits.’
‘No, I should not—’
He speared a tiny piece of the wafer-thin ham with his fork and held it out to her.
‘Yes, you should.’
‘But everyone is watching!’
‘Exactly. If our man is out there he will be reassured. And as for the rest, well, they will think I am the luckiest dog alive!’
Looking into his smiling eyes, Eloise capitulated. She opened her lips to take the proffered morsel. It was delicious, which seemed to heighten the decadence of the action, and she did not protest when Jack offered her another. She felt he was tempting her with so much more than a mouthful of food. Eloise put down her wine cup. The arrack punch was very strong and it was already making her senses swim.
‘You are flirting with me, Major.’
‘Very much so. And if I bring my head closer to yours while I pour the wine…’
‘No more for me, thank you! I need to keep a clear head for later. Do you really think we are being watched?’
‘I do. We must show him that I am truly enamoured of you.’
‘Oh, how?’
He took her hand.
‘Like this.’
Her toes tingled with excitement when she saw the wicked gleam in his eye. She watched as he slowly pulled off her glove, holding her hand like a delicate piece of porcelain. Gently he turned it over and lowered his head to press a kiss on the inside of her wrist. She gasped. He continued to drop kisses on the soft skin of her arm. Little arrows of fire were shooting through her; it was all she could do to keep still.
‘I—um—I think we should stop now.’
He ran the tip of his tongue lightly across the hinge of her elbow. Unspeakably pleasurable sensations curled around inside her, so intense she was afraid she might slide off her chair. She gazed at his head as he bent over her: she wanted to reach out and caress the raven’s gloss of his hair. She clenched her free hand to prevent herself from trying such a thing.
‘Major. Jack!’ She hissed his name, almost squirming now under his touch. ‘People are staring.’
He raised his head, fixing her with a devilish grin.
‘That is exactly what we want,’ he murmured. ‘It is almost time for you to keep your appointment in Druid’s Walk.’
Immediately the pleasant lassitude she had been feeling disappeared. She swallowed nervously.
‘It is?’
He nodded, slipping one arm around her waist.
‘So I am going to try to kiss you, then you will slap my face and leave me. Can you do that?’
Swallowing again, she nodded. Smiling, Jack gently pulled her into his arms. It was like coming home. Eloise gazed up into his eyes, black and fathomless as night. His face was only inches from her own. Her lips parted instinctively, her eyelids
