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So he was that sort of man. “You should know that I always carry a small pistol on my person,” she said, her voice impressively calm. “Just in case an unfortunate situation like this one should arise.”

“Really?” His eyes gleamed in the darkness. “Why don’t I feel my hands along your body, and see if I can discover the place where you’ve hidden it?”

“Touch her,” another voice ground out, “and I will break both of your arms.”

Alec. He’d followed her, after all. He was suddenly towering over the stranger.

“Carstairs, what an unpleasant surprise. The lady and I are having a private discussion.”

Ignoring him, Alec turned to face her. “Are you all right?” Taking in her disheveled appearance, he added tersely, “Has he hurt you in any way?”

“No, I am fine,” Annabelle replied, masking her relief. “I merely needed some fresh air.”

“I meant no harm,” the man said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I was merely engaging in an innocent flirtation with a desirable woman.”

“She’s little more than a child,” Alec bit out. And as offended as she was by his comment, this didn’t seem like a time to argue.

“She is hardly a child, Carstairs,” the man drawled. “If she were, I doubt you’d be treating me to such a manly display.”

She could sense the tension in Alec. He was keeping his temper in check, but just barely.

“Who are you?” Annabelle asked. “Why are you here in my home?”

“Your home?” His eyes widened with surprise. “You must be Miss Layton, Gareth’s sister. He and I are very close friends.”

“Of late,” she said, “he has been less particular in his friendships.”

The stranger darkened at that. “As it turns out, we are business partners of a sort. I am Damien Digby, at your service.”

Gareth had been wrong. She could not like Mr. Digby.

“How utterly perfect you are, Miss Layton. When your brother spoke of your beauty, I thought he exaggerated. I can see now he was being coy. I will look forward to seeing you inside.”

With a cold look at Alec, he turned and strode purposefully toward the house.

• • •

“Don’t you know enough not to run off without a proper escort, Annabelle?” Alec demanded, anger sharpening his voice.

At his tone, her own temper flared. “I was more than fine, Alec. I’ve grown … what was the word you used? Oh yes, big. I’m big now, like a sturdy tree out in the lawn. Perhaps if you think on it, you can come up with an even more unflattering term. In the meantime, I will take care of myself.”

“Don’t be foolish. You don’t know what a man like that is capable of.”

“You heard him say he meant no harm.” Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were false. She’d seen the look in Digby’s eyes.

“He is a cad, the very worst sort.” Alec put a hand to the edge of his cravat, as if it were suddenly too tight. “And much as it pains me to say so, you are at an age when such men will seek you out.”

“I cannot help the fact that I’ve grown up, Alec. I’m sorry the end result of it has been so unfortunate.”

He met that statement with a long moment of silence, merely watching her in the moonlight, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “I don’t think that is the right word.”

She didn’t want to find out which word he would choose instead. Her confidence had been battered enough for one evening. “I have to return to the party.” She started to move away, but he put his hands on her shoulders to still her.

“Have you really taken to carrying around pistols, Annabelle?”

“Of course not. I was bluffing. I would never ruin the line of this lovely dress.”

His eyes sparked briefly with amusement, and perhaps admiration. “Lovely as your dress is, you can’t return to the party looking as you do. Let me help you.”

He reached down to loosen one of the diamond clips tangled in her hair, and slowly worked it free, standing so close she had to remind herself to breathe. He smelled of sandalwood and crisp, clean linen. “This one will also have to be reset,” he said, moving to the other clip, his amusement fading. In moments, the rest of her hair tumbled down to her waist, and he ran his fingers through its long length in an effort to smooth it. Then he cleared his throat, dropping his hands to his sides.

“I’m not much of a lady’s maid.” He tucked the clips into her gloved hands and stepped back.

“People will wonder what we’ve been doing out here in the dark,” she said, daring him to think of her that way. But his face was inscrutable, and she fought back a stab of frustration. “Of course, no one would suspect you of misbehaving. You are far too honorable. You’re practically my brother.”

“I am not your brother, Annabelle. And I’m not as honorable as you think.” Abruptly, he turned toward the castle. “Follow me to the servants’ entrance, and go up to your room from there.” She hurried to keep up with his long strides. “Go straight to your maid,” he called over his shoulder. “Dinner will be served soon. Your absence will be noticed if you don’t hurry.”

He was dismissing her, because she was a foolish girl he neither wanted nor needed. It was evident in every terse, clipped word.

When they reached the house, she passed quietly through the doorway leading into the kitchen. In the confusion, as the staff prepared trays of food to be brought up for dinner, she was able to slip by unnoticed. In moments, she was up the stairs.

• • •

Only when she’d vanished from sight did Alec allow his careful control to slip. The ghosts of his past were all around him. He and Gareth and Annabelle, rolling down the hillside over there on that warm spring day, laughing aloud as governesses and tutors ran after them, bemoaning grass stains and inappropriate behavior. That long ago summer night, sitting with Annabelle on the bench behind the folly, her hand in his, because while she loved to look up at the stars, she was frightened of the dark. That afternoon when he’d come down from Oxford for a visit, and she leapt into his arms. His only searing thought had been, “how beautiful you’ve become.” That morning two years ago, when everything changed.

He hadn’t been able to sleep. It had been intensely hot, even at that early hour of the morning, so he’d gone for a walk, hoping for a breeze. Hearing her laughter, he’d been drawn to it, never expecting to find Annabelle dancing in the fountain, a pagan goddess of the dawn, water coursing over every nearly naked curve. The pink tips of her breasts had been visible through her wet shift, and he’d felt like the worst sort of lecher for wanting her. Even now, he hardened at the memory, his mouth dry as dust.

Annabelle was free in a way he’d never been, full of life and laughter. She was warm, vital, and sparkling, like flames in the night. But never had someone been more unsuited to the path that he must follow. His happiness was not his own. It did not matter that he wanted her, that he could no longer deny his desire. How shocked she’d be to know that while he had been untangling her hair, he’d been imagining it wound around him, her body naked beneath his own.

The Heart You Own

By Diane R. Jewkes

Avon, Massachusetts

This edition published by

Crimson Romance

an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

Blue Ash, Ohio 45242

www.crimsonromance.com

Copyright © 2012 by Diane R. Jewkes

ISBN 10: 1-4405-4614-2

ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-4614-3

eISBN 10: 1-4405-4615-0

eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-4615-0

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

Cover art © 123rf.com/Andrey Kiselev, Hilma Anderson

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

A Sneak Peek from Crimson Romance

Chapter 1

New Mexico Territory, 1895

“Why should we sell part ownership of the ranch?” Kara demanded, ready for a battle. “We’ve done fine. The cattle herds are growing and haven’t the markets been strong? Why sell now?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to concern yourself with business decisions. Why don’t you go help with the cattle?” her father said, waving a dismissive hand as he looked down at the papers on his large, oak desk.

She gasped in surprise, stung by his rebuke, unable to believe her ears. “Don’t you dare dismiss me like one of the ranch hands!” She slammed her fist on the desk.

Case Jonston looked up sharply, then leaned back in his leather chair. “Don’t take that tone with me, young lady,” he said, his voice hard as flint. “This show of disrespect won’t be tolerated.”

“Papa? Are you listening to me? Why do we have to bring this Englishman into our business? How do you know he isn’t going to try to buy you out — take over the ranch? Then where would we be? I’ve read dozens of stories in the newspapers back east about farmers and ranchers being swindled out of everything by these ‘helpful’ investors, charlatans posing as wealthy Europeans or even nobility. What if — ”

“Look, honey,” said her father, his voice low and even. “I needed cash to keep the ranch running. The beef prices haven’t been what I would have liked. Selling a partnership made sense. This opportunity came while you were at school in Virginia.”

“This has been going on for that long?” Her voice crept higher. “I’ve been back from finishing school for two months, and you couldn’t find some way to tell me?” She sat with a thud in the leather chair in front of her father’s desk, unable to catch her breath.

“Why … why didn’t you write and tell me? Why didn’t you take me out of Mrs. Wentworth’s School? The money would have been better served here on the ranch instead of trying to teach me how to be a proper lady.”

Her father got to his feet and walked around the desk to pull her into his arms. She could hear the deep rumble in his chest and feel the warm comfort of his big body as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, Little Bit,” he chuckled. “I know you hated school and would have used any excuse to come home, so I didn’t tell you. The money from your school wouldn’t have helped, and it was your mother’s wish for you to finish.”

Pulling gently from her father’s embrace, she looked up into his eyes.

“How bad is it? Please, don’t keep any more secrets from me, Papa. Not knowing is worse than the honest truth.”

“Well, with the cash coming from Lord Stoneham, we’ll be able to expand the herd, improve the outbuildings, and pay the railroad to ship this year’s stock to market in Chicago.”

“I didn’t realize.” Kara shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry. But why does the Englishman have to come here? Can’t he just send the money and leave us alone? And how do you know he’s honest, and he’s not going to steal everything?”

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