Page 45 of His Betrothed
He’d given her the perfect opening. “From what I’ve heard, youlikethe indoors.”
“What doesthatmean?” he demanded.
She didn’t look at him, knowing she’d see only his dark frown. “I told myself we would not argue today. Just ignore what I said.”
He gave a little grunt, but said nothing else. That was fine with Roselyn; she didn’t want her curiosity to win out over her good sense.
This time she led him away from Wakesfield,south through the rolling meadows. In the distance were the high downs at the southern end of the island, covered in purple heather. Soon grasses swished about their lower legs, mixed with yellow vetches and thyme,forcing them to slow their pace.
Roselyn could usually tell when Thornton was tiring by his increasing grip on her shoulders. But not yet this day. Blue butterflies danced on the wind around them, and he watched it all with a small smile. Did he appreciate the beauty of Wight as much as she did—or was his the smile of ownership?
She was so busy trying to study his face that she didn’t watchthe ground before her. Her foot caught in a hole, sending her down onto her backside. She tried to let go of Thornton—but he crashed down on top of her.
