are all fools.â
âThey are all that is!â sheâd cried. âNot even my sister, Fanny, will have me back in her houseâat least not until it âall blows over,â she says. How is a woman without funds, friends, or reputation supposed to live?â
âWith me,â heâd said immediately.
But sheâd turned steely, her voice ice in the wind. âWouldnât that work out just perfectly for you, then? You pretend to be the Earl of Ashby, pretend to be a man of substance . . . and used me as a pawn in your game with the real earl.â
âI had toâwe . . . oh hell, itâs tough to explain, but we made a wager and I needed money to repair my familyâs business, andââ
âYes, Iâm sure your cause was ever so noble,â she said, waving away his explanation. âYou win your wager with him, but meanwhile you kiss me on a dance floor and make love to meââ
âThat was never a lie,â he said harshly, his hand coming up to her arm without thinking.
âWhat does it signify?â she asked, tensing beneath his fingers. âWhen you lied about everything else?â Her voice was a whisper against the wind now. âYou lied. And you still think you can get everything you want.â
âYes, Letty, I lied,â he finally said. âI lied about my name. That was all. But donât pretend you werenât lying too. You wanted me to believe you had solid ground beneath your feet, and were not desperate. That you were pursuing me for myself, and not because you thought I was an earl with money.â
âI make no apologies for trying to secure my future. And a countess and an earl are natural together. A countess and a secretaryââshe practically spat the wordââare not.â
âWerenât we?â He stepped forward, his hand loosening on her arm, but not letting go. He let his hand trail down that arm, coming to the elbow, his fingers lightly dancing there, almost as if there were not gloves and cloaks between them. As if there were nothing between them. âThe way I remember it, together we were the most natural thing in the world.â
Suddenly, she was shaking again. He prayed it wasnât from the cold.
âLetty,â he whispered, letting his warm breath fall against her cheek. She was close enough to taste. âI canât undo what I did. Nor would I want to. Because you would have never looked twice at me if I was plain Mr. Turner.â
âWeâll never know the answer to that, will we?â Her voice made his heart crack.
âWe are meant for each other.â
The last time they had stood this close togetherâin publicâhe had used it to stake his claim. To declare to the world that the Countess of Churzy was his. Now he would renew that claim, the only way he knew how.
âCome with me. Put this foolish running to an end. Where can you go that you think I will not follow?â
âI did not run to be chased, you idiot. I run because it is the only choice I have left!â She pulled away from him, but his hand was still on her elbow and he caught her, pulled her back. Her body slammed into his.
âNot the only choice,â he said, and his mouth crushed against hers.
As cold as it was outside, as cool and reserved as she pretended to be, the warmth of her lips shocked him. Heat volleyed between them with every breath, every shiver. His hand snaked around her back, folding her against him. She gasped for air and burrowed closer. The small moan that escaped from the back of her throat sent a thrill down his spine.
And he knew he had her.
All he had to do now was get her to agree.
âTell me to go and I will.â He pressed his forehead against hers. âTell me now and Iâll go away forever, youâll never see me again. Weâll be nothing more than a bittersweet memory to each other.â
Her