A Lady by Midnight by Tessa Dare Read Free Book Online

feelings on my side, they’re just that—imaginings.”
    She twisted in his grip. “You’re frightening me.”
    “Good,” he said evenly. “You should be scared. I’ve killed more men than you’ll kiss in your lifetime. You don’t want anything to do with me, and I don’t feel a damned thing for you.”
    He released her wrists. “I’m finished discussing it.”
    H e was finished discussing it.
    Kate only wished she were finished living it.
    Sadly, she had another two hours on horseback in which to recline, mortified, against his chest and savor her full humiliation. What a horrid, horrid day.
    She wasn’t used to riding horseback. As the miles wore on, her muscles began to knot. Her backside hurt as though it had been paddled. And her pride . . . oh, her pride smarted something fierce.
    What was wrong with the man? Kissing her, telling her he wanted her, and then so callously pushing her away? After living with his standoffish treatment for an entire year, she supposed she should have known better. But today she’d fancied that maybe she’d found his hidden emotional side. Perhaps, she’d thought, the hardened beast had a tender underbelly—a soft spot, just for her. She couldn’t resist giving it a poke.
    He’d all but snapped her finger off.
    So mortifying. How could she have misread his intentions so completely? She should have refused his offer of a ride home and spent the night singing for pennies in the Hastings streets instead. It would have been less degrading.
    I don’t feel a damned thing for you.
    The only consolation was that he’d be leaving Spindle Cove in a matter of weeks, and she need never speak to him again.
    Erasing him from her thoughts would be a more difficult trick. No matter how long she lived, this man would always be her first kiss. Or worse, her only kiss.
    The cruel, teasing ogre.
    Eventually they reached familiar bends in the road. The scattered amber lights of the village appeared on the horizon, just below the silvery stars.
    Kate had a quiet laugh at her own expense. She’d left the village early this morning with a heart full of foolish hopes and dreams. Tonight, she returned with her spine wilted from six kinds of humiliation and her arms full of mongrel dog.
    “If you’re still taking suggestions, I’d name him Badger,” she said when the silence became too much. “It suits him, I think. He’s all nose and teeth and tussle.”
    His reply was a long time in coming. “Call the pup whatever you wish.”
    She bent her head and nuzzled the dog’s fur. “Badger,” she whispered, worrying the soft flap of his ear, “you’d never spurn my kisses, would you?”
    The pup licked her fingertip. She blinked away a silly tear.
    As they neared the church and the heart of the village, she looked to the Queen’s Ruby. Lights burned in nearly every window. The sight kindled a warm glow in her heart. Badger’s tail began to wag, as if he sensed the lift in her spirits. She did have friends, and they were waiting up for her.
    Thorne helped her dismount and loosed the horse to graze on the village green.
    “Do you plan to come in and eat something?” she asked.
    He shrugged back into his coat. “That’s a bad idea. You know there’s talk about me. I’m bringing you home well after dark. Your frock’s torn, and your hair’s a shambles.”
    She cringed at the blow to what remained of her vanity. “My hair is a shambles? Since when? You might have said something.”
    Tucking Badger under one arm, she plucked at her hairpins with her free hand. His concern for appearances wasn’t unfounded. Small villages were buzzing hives of gossip. She knew she must keep her reputation unsoiled if she wanted to continue living in the Queen’s Ruby and tutoring the gently bred ladies who summered there.
    “Just give the dog here, Miss Taylor, and I’ll be on my way.”
    In an instinctive reaction, she hugged the puppy close to her chest. “No. No, I don’t think I