How to Turn a Frog into a Prince - Bree Wolf Page 0,36

hem of her dress. “Especially when one is wearing shoes.”

Nathanial frowned. “Especially when one is wearing shoes?” he echoed, uncertain what she was trying to say. “Have you ever known anyone to dance without shoes?”

A wide grin claimed Miss Palmer’s face. “You sound like Albert.”

“Albert?”

“Pierce’s butler. He is such a dear, old man, but rather one to stand on protocol.” Her smile dimmed a little, but affection still rang loud and clear in her voice.

Nathanial remembered the thin, eyebrow-less man who had opened the door for him earlier in the day when he had arrived to pick up Miss Palmer for a stroll through Hyde Park. The man had seemed all but expressionless, his eyes pale and his posture ramrod straight. However, the moment Miss Palmer had appeared, something had changed.

There had been warmth in his gaze then, whispering of a deep affection for the unusual, young woman who had recently joined their household. Clearly, she had fought her way through the old man’s granite shell and claimed a place in his heart. Perhaps with the same relentless persistence with which she had pursued him, Nathanial, and made him her friend.

In an odd way, it was a rather childish notion, but Nathanial could not deny that the past sennight had been one of the most peaceful since his arrival in London.

In truth, ever since Abigail had broken his heart.

“When was the last time you walked without shoes?”

Jarred from his thoughts, Nathanial frowned at her. “Pardon me? Without shoes?”

Miss Palmer nodded. “Yes, you know, barefoot.”

He shook his head. “I cannot say that…”

“You poor man!” Miss Palmer exclaimed, looking honestly shocked. “Only think of all you’ve been missing.” She glanced around them, then frowned. “There are too many people here.”

Indeed, countless couples promenaded up and down the path as families with children picnicked on the lawns. “Too many people for what?”

“To take off our shoes, of course.”

Nathanial stopped and looked at her. “You want to take of your shoes? Here? Now?” An odd echo danced through his head, reminding him of her request to teach her how to dance only a few days past. Then, he had been shocked as well.

“I’d love to,” she told him honestly, eagerness on her face. “The sun is shining, a mild breeze is stirring the trees, the grass looks so soft and I bet the water is nice and cool.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she turned to look at him. “Can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t want to take off your shoes?”

Nathanial didn’t know how to answer that.

“I know it’s far outside of what is considered appropriate,” Miss Palmer admitted. “However, if no one were here to judge you, would you want to?”

“I don’t know.” Nathanial shrugged. “I never considered it.”

“Then consider it now,” Miss Palmer all but ordered him, her brown eyes watchful as they looked at him.

“What is the point? Why consider a scenario that will never be?”

A rather indulgent smile came to her face. “To know your heart,” she told him and, to his utter shock, her right hand settled upon his chest as though checking to see if his was still beating. “To be prepared to seize the moment should an opportunity present itself.”

Nathanial inhaled a slow breath, feeling her hand rise and fall as it rested upon his chest. “And you wish to walk without shoes?”

A warm chuckle left her lips. “My dear Nathanial, I walk without shoes every opportunity I get.”

“You do?”

“I do.” She grinned at him. “Again, you look like Albert. Thoroughly scandalized.” She frowned. “I never understood. What is so utterly inappropriate about not wearing shoes? It’s not as though I expressed the desire to swim naked in the Serpentine.” She paused, and her teeth sank into her lower lip. “Although…”

Nathanial’s eyes fell open. “Miss Palmer, you cannot be serious!”

“Of course, I’m not,” she laughed, playfully slapping his arm. “I’m not a fool! However, that does not mean I wouldn’t want to!” She fixed him with a pointed stare. “And would you please call me Charlaine?” Her brows rose in challenge.

“It would be inappropriate,” Nathanial pointed out, well aware that she had addressed him by his first name from the start and he had never once objected. Why on earth had he not?

“Do you consider it inappropriate?” she demanded, a hint of impatience coming to her eyes. “After all, we’re friends, are we not?”

Looking into her eyes, Nathanial nodded. “Yes, we’re friends and…no, I would not consider it inappropriate.” Was this the truth? The words