you once again, you speak of Portia, not myself. But I doubt she knows much more about men than I do. She is young and full of girlish bravado.” Lydia turned away, watching the men and women in the taproom rather than the brooding Scot beside her. She could still feel him looking at her, which only deepened her blush. One of his hands settled upon her knee, sliding up her thigh, over her gown, but the touch was so scandalous and unexpected that she nearly leapt from the table and had to fight to stay still.
“Do you wish for me to take you upstairs, lass? Have I denied you what you’ve been hoping for?” He caught her chin, the touch gentle despite his taunting tone. His gray-blue eyes were like a pool of water reflecting clear skies over gray stones. To Lydia’s fury and shame, she felt a spark of fire in her body each time he touched her, yet his very words insulted her.
“Mr. Kincade. I would prefer not to be treated like that. If you wish to bed me, treat me like a proper mistress.” She summoned her courage and looked him squarely in the eye as she spoke, letting him hear the steel in her voice. Maybe challenging him back would gain her some ground.
“A proper mistress? What would you know of that?” Brodie’s sour mood seemed to fade, and a boyish grin replaced it. It reminded her of the way she’d felt when she’d first seen him at the ball, and her heart began to pound wildly all over again.
“Everyone knows that mistresses receive gowns, jewels, townhouses . . . I suppose other things.” She honestly didn’t know how mistresses were treated. Her guess was based on what she’d overheard from various rumors by other ladies at balls.
“Aye, they might, in exchange for being at the beck and call of their lord and master,” Brodie said in a seductively sweet tone. “Would you like that? For me to master you, lass?”
He stroked his fingertips down her neck to the tops of her breasts above her gown. It was a modestly cut dress, yet his exploring touch made her feel naked. Her breath quickened, and her body burned along every inch that his fingers caressed.
Heavens, it was positively suffocating to be so close to him when he was touching her, yet deep down she didn’t want him to stop.
She shook her head and scooted away. “No, I think not.”
He dropped his hand from her bodice but leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Oh, I think you do, lass. I think you want me to trap those pretty wrists behind your back, so I may kiss you as long and hard as I like.”
His lips feathered against her cheek as he spoke, and it sent bolts of excitement down her body. She didn’t argue, didn’t contradict him. It would be pointless. Her breath came quickly, and her entire body flushed with a heat so hot and thick that she had no way of hiding the effect his words had on her.
“Finish your lunch,” Brodie said as he leaned back. “We have a ways to go before we reach the next inn.”
Lydia did as he asked, but only because she was quite famished. It would be a long day indeed if she were to remain trapped with Brodie in the tight confines of the coach with a growling stomach. At least having Mr. Lennox present would lend some propriety to the trip.
At least, she hoped it would.
Lysandra Russell examined her newly built telescope. She’d just received the remaining parts from London. The chance to stargaze was something that always brought her joy and stilled her thoughts of other worries while she focused on her academic papers.
But her mind kept straying to Lydia. She’d expected a message at least by this morning, where Lydia would have explained whatever wild scheme Portia had been up to and she had managed to foil. Yet no letter had arrived. It was not at all like Lydia not to write to her.
Retrieving a clean cloth from a nearby table covered with books, Lysandra wiped her hands clean of a little bit of grease. Then she untied her work apron and tossed it over a nearby chair. She exited her upstairs study and went in search of their butler, Mr. Raikes. She found him belowstairs arranging the silver in the cupboards. It was something the butler took seriously, and he spent hours at