He's Talking Secrets - Taylor Rose Page 0,19

ask you question for question” and as an afterthought she said “and you have to answer me truthfully”. There was a thought that this man while appearing as open seemed to be hiding something. This may be an excellent opportunity to find out some details.

Damn, he thought he had a chance to ask some probing questions but she had managed to tighten that up. He was an honest person so why did he feel reluctant to tell her too much about himself. Was it because this was his third day of feeling free? He could feel himself returning back to being just that, himself? He had enjoyed his time here immensely and couldn’t remember laughing so much as in these past few days.

“Me first then” Brandon jumped in.

“What? No ladies first?” Sophia asked with a smile raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“No. I am much more important, so my question first” this was said with a very cute smile creeping across his face.

“Well nothing like a bit of ego. Go ahead” Sophia said then took a sip of her drink.

“OK what is this hunt about?”

She turned towards him in her chair “I can see you’re not liking the idea.”

“No not really, I am a bit of a tree hugging greeny and I really don’t like the idea of a pack of hounds and people on horseback chasing a little fox around a paddock.” Brandon thought that this could be a dangerous subject matter. He might well look wimpy and soft but it really went against his morals.

“You are passionate about this, aren’t you?” asked Sophia. She realized she was stringing him along but from a man who looked so powerful it was different to see his concern about an unknown fox.

“Alright, I’ll relief you of your misery. There will be a hunt here on Saturday morning as there has been for the last three and a half centuries.” This caused his face to harden. “There will be hounds following a scent and hopefully lots of riders and horses.”

“This is supposed to relief me of my misery?” Brandon cut in. Now he was starting to really show his annoyance.

“Every year on this weekend a hunt has been held from Glen Dorking Estate. I like traditions but that doesn’t mean that you can’t change some of the details. So on Saturday morning when they all take off across the paddocks, hounds out front looking to follow a scent, you will note that there will be a rather tall streak of a male University student dressed in white who is given about 30mins head start. He is our fox.” The relief on Brandon’s face was almost comical. “He has a set out track to follow that only certain members of the organizing committee and the runner know and no matter where he runs. This year the hunt will stop at the top village for a drink stop then the hunt will end up at the appropriately named Fox & Hound Inn in the bottom village, where most if not all the riders usually have too much to drink and then either stay in the area or come back up here. Some camp in their lorries and some stay here in the house. Others stay in the out houses, or other accommodation around the area. It is usually a very good little money spinner for the two villages and for a lot of the community groups it is one of the two biggest fundraiser for the year.”

“How many riders are there?”

“Oh this year with all the fine weather we’ll probably have about three hundred riders in attendance and then there are the spectators as well”

“Hell that sounds like quite a turn out.”

“It is”

Silence took over for a moment. Sophia could see the information sinking in. She was trying to work out what question she would like to ask him. Suddenly Brandon stood. He took her free hand and pulled her to her feet. Before she could offer an objection he was kissing her. Again she was taken through such a range of emotions. Surprise was the first that she recognized. He was holding onto her tightly and she realized that her response to him was immediate. She was giving this kiss all of her attention. His tongue was playing havoc inside her mouth. She always thought that it would be an intrusion to have this happen but it was causing certain sections of her body to react. She felt her nipples tightening underneath her