Andrea Pickens - [Lessons in Love 01] by The Defiant Governess Read Free Book Online Page B

another animal." She eyed the horse he had led out for himself, a full-chested bay stallion standing nearly sixteen hands. "This one would do nicely."
    "But Miss," sputtered the head groom. "That's a blooded stallion..."
    "Would you kindly put the sidesaddle on him." Jane smiled sweetly but unconsciously a tone of command had crept into her voice.
    Henry opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. "Very well," he muttered, motioning to a young groom. "It's your own funeral, though Mrs. Fairchild will have my hide if she has to hire a new governess."
    When the boy returned with the stallion and a new mount for head groom, Henry lifted her into the saddle, then swung himself up.
    "Lead the way, Miss. Let us see what you can do."
    An hour later the two of them walked their tired horses back into the courtyard.
    "What fun," exclaimed Jane as she was helped down. "I have so missed riding."
    "Fun!" remarked Henry as he wiped his brow. "Lord, Almighty, Miss. Where did you ever learn to ride like that?"
    Jane laughed. "Do I pass your test?"
    The groom bowed and tipped his cap to her. "Miss, the stables are at your command."
    * * *
    Things had gone very well, she mused as she walked along the path that led over the sloping pastureland towards the neighboring village. Henry had chosen a docile, well-mannered pony for Peter's first lesson Though nearly stiff with fright, the boy had allowed her to lift him into the saddle, where his knuckles turned white from clenching the reins. But after the second circle around the paddock, her at the horse's head leading it in a slow walk, he had visibly relaxed, the drawn look around his mouth loosening into a tentative smile. Twenty minutes was all Jane allowed, not wanting to push him too much. Afterwards she was gratified to hear him tell Henry, as he helped put the tack away, that they would be back at the same time tomorrow.
    She smiled to herself, remembering his look of wonderment when he discovered he could do it. Had Nanna felt such delight in teaching her? The thought made her pat her pocket guiltily, the letter from Mrs. Fairchild to her old nurse safely ensconced within the capacious folds of material. She had seen the letter lying on the sideboard and had offered to take it to the village. Truly she had looked forward to a brisk walk and some time to herself—and truly she disliked subterfuge—but in this case it was imperative, she reminded herself.
    Still, she disliked misleading Mrs. Fairchild, for here she was, on her way home and the letter was still in her pocket. In order to distract her nagging conscience, she began to pay particular attention to her surroundings.
    Stately copses of elm and oak separated vast rolling pasturelands and field of wheat in this section of the estate. The tenant cottages that she passed seemed snug and well cared for—there was just one that seemed to be missing a section of thatch on its roof. She must speak to the steward about it.
    That brought another smile to her face. She had first met the man three weeks ago and had immediately pointed out some minor repair that he should attend to at the stables.
    The man had gaped at her as if she had had maggots in her head. "What did you say?" he had asked incredulously. She had calmly repeated her request, her gaze unwavering until he had stammered that he would look into it.
    Poor Mr. Fielding, it must have nearly given him a fit of vapors. But the repair had been made.
    The next day she had cornered him again with another small problem. Now, he was almost used to it. In fact he was even essaying a feeble smile whenever she approached and would pull out his notebook in readiness for her. She would have to remember to tell him to look at the cottage's roof. At least the marquess, despite his other faults, was not a tightfisted landlord.
    Jane lifted her face to the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Blackbirds chirped from atop the tall hawthorn hedge that bordered the footpath and as she came to an opening