camisole.
âOoh!â shrilled Miss Hall, lifting her right hand concealingly. âYouâre looking! â
Adair wrenched his fascinated gaze away. Reddening, he protested, âFor heavenâs sake, woman! Iâve seen more revealed inâor out ofâan evening gown! Do try not toââ
The outer door crashed open.
An enraged masculine voice roared, âBe damned if he ainât at it again!â
Springing up, Adair turned quickly, but he had not the slightest chance to avoid Rufus Priorâs flying fist.
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âI may have been mistook, this time,â growled Prior, âbut he warrants a deal more than a bloody nose.â
âIf this is your cottage,â said Adair stuffily, âdare one hope youâve some blankets?â
âFor goodnessâ sake, take him out and put some snow down his back,â said Lady Abigail Prior, turning from a soft-voiced exchange with her granddaughter to cast a shuddering glance at Adair.
âIâve blankets for the ladies, not you,â said Prior, opening a cupboard that appeared to be stocked with bottles, a large bowl of apples, some candles and several untidily folded blankets.
Adair held Priorâs handkerchief to his streaming nose and observed that the ladies were indoors with a fire to warm them. âMy horse is not. Iâll take one of those, if you please.â
Prior did not please, and when Adair ignored his belligerence and commandeered a blanket, he grabbed for his coat pocket, only to pause and look chagrined.
âMiss Hall took your pistol, alas,â said Adair mockingly.
âAnd we want no more bloodshed tonight,â said Lady Abigail. âDo as the Colonel says, Rufus. Weâre properly marooned and the beasts have little protection out there. Oh, and youâll find a fruitcake in my coach. Iâve been meaning to take it down to Mrs. Flynn in the village.â
âFor how long?â Prior tossed three more blankets at Adair and unearthed a lantern.
Her ladyship frowned thoughtfully. âLong enough for it to be nicely aged, but if you donât care for it, there will be that much more for the rest of us.â
Swinging the door open and admitting an icy blast, Prior said softly, âYouâre my prisoner, Adair. Keep it in mind.â
âAt least I have a mind.â Adair slammed the door shut, and bowing to the teeth of the wind shouted, âYouâve evidently lost yours! Why bring the old lady out on such a night?â
âYou donât know my grandmama! You may thank your stars you were flat on your back when she saw Cecily and thought youâd shot her! She was ready to claw your eyes out!â
This, Adair did not doubt, and he said nothing while they unsaddled Toreador and Miss Hallâs mount and led Priorâs pair from between the shafts of his light travelling-coach. Fortunately, there was a bin of oats in the lean-to, and Adair was less anxious when Toreador had been rubbed down and was munching contentedly, with a blanket tied over him.
Priorâs remark turned his thoughts back to Lady Abigailâs arrival. He had been somewhat confused at that moment, but heâd heard her screech of fury, followedâmercifullyâby Miss Hallâs admission that she had âaccidentally droppedâ the pistol and that he had brought her to the cottage. Prior had been disgusted by his cousinâs blunder, but the old lady had expressed her gratitude for Adairâs efforts and pointed out that he could very well have ridden off and left Cecily in the snow. Shocked, heâd protested, âAs if I would have done such a thing!â Prior had laughed scornfully, but both ladies had watched Adair in such a considering way that heâd begun to hopeâ
He howled as Prior rammed a large snowball down the back of his neck so forcefully that he was driven to his knees.
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