Page 11 of Storm of Bells
His eyes narrowed infinitesimally. ‘Youdon’t?’
‘Why should I? You’ve tried firing me before.Did it work?’
For a moment, there was only silence.Then…
‘No.’
‘In fact, you tried it multiple times. Haveyou ever had the slightest bit of success in that regard? Did Iever lose?’
Another silence, this one considerably morearctic than the one before. Finally…
‘No, Mr Linton.’
‘Exactly.’ I grinned up at him. ‘I’ve wonevery single time. I rather enjoy winning as it happens, so I’mlooking forward to getting another chance.’
A storm began to gather in his eyes. With theforce of his gaze alone, he pinned me to the seat, and goosebumpsappeared all over my body. ‘You do, do you?’
‘Yes, indeed, Sir.’
He gave me a look so intense I swear I couldfeel the carriage tremble beneath me.
‘Well…then I shall do my best to make thingschallenging for you. I would not wish my bride-to-be to bebored.’
I am Dope!
Bored?
At his last word, I choked back a fit oflaughter. ‘Trust me, there are a few things that have worried mewhen considering the idea of spending the rest of my life withyou—butbeing boredwas never one of them.’
Leaning forward, he captured my face betweenboth of his hands. ‘Good to know. Tell me—if not boredom, what isit that you are worried about?’
His eyes were swirling, storm-coloured poolsof darkness. A girl could drown in those eyes.
‘Losing myself,’ I whispered before I couldstop myself.
His grip tightened. ‘A valid concern. Butdon’t worry.’
‘No?’
‘No. If you ever do, I’ll find youagain.’
And he kissed me.
In broad daylight. Out in the street, in themiddle of London. Holy Moly!
Holy hell! Yes, the cover of the chaise isup, but someone could see us anyway! Maybe weshouldn’t…maybe…we…
Or maybe I should. Yes. Yes, uponreconsideration, and consultation with my lips, I definitelyshould.
‘Ehem…Sahib?’
Was someone talking?
‘Sahib!’
‘What is it Karim?’ Mr Ambrose growled.
‘We have arrived,Sahib.’
