" You don’t have any apples to offer while you’re at it, do you?" she asked sourly.
"Satan tempting Eve in the garden? Not a terribly flattering role for me, is it? And you’re overdressed for the part."
Amy’s blush rivalled the hue of the dangerous fruit they had been discussing. Somehow, Lord Richard’s frankly admiring gaze made the yellow muslin of her gown feel as insubstantial as a string of fig leaves. Amy covered her confusion by saying quickly, "Might I ask a favour, my lord?"
"A phoenix feather from the farthest deserts of Arabia? The head of a dragon on a bejewelled platter?"
"Nothing quite that complicated," replied Amy, marvelling once again at the chameleon quality of the man beside her. How could anyone be so utterly infuriating at one moment and equally charming the next? Untrustworthy, she reminded herself. Mercurial. Changeable. "A dragon’s head wouldn’t be much use to me just now, unless it could offer me directions."
Richard crooked an arm. "Tell me where you need to be, and I’ll escort you."
Amy tentatively rested her hand on the soft blue fabric of his coat. "That’s quite a generous offer when you don’t know where I’m going."
"Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end?" suggested Richard with a lazy grin.
"Methinks it is no journey?" Amy matched the quotation triumphantly, and was rewarded by the admiring light that flamed in Lord Richard’s eyes. "
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"Satan tempting Eve in the garden? Not a terribly flattering role for me, is it? And you’re overdressed for the part."Amy’s blush rivalled the hue of the dangerous fruit they had been discussing. Somehow, Lord Richard’s frankly admiring gaze made the yellow muslin of her gown feel as insubstantial as a string of fig leaves. Amy covered her confusion by saying quickly, "Might I ask a favour, my lord?"
"A phoenix feather from the farthest deserts of Arabia? The head of a dragon on a bejewelled platter?"
"Nothing quite that complicated," replied Amy, marvelling once again at the chameleon quality of the man beside her. How could anyone be so utterly infuriating at one moment and equally charming the next? Untrustworthy, she reminded herself. Mercurial. Changeable. "A dragon’s head wouldn’t be much use to me just now, unless it could offer me directions."
Richard crooked an arm. "Tell me where you need to be, and I’ll escort you."
Amy tentatively rested her hand on the soft blue fabric of his coat. "That’s quite a generous offer when you don’t know where I’m going."
"Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end?" suggested Richard with a lazy grin.
"Methinks it is no journey?" Amy matched the quotation triumphantly, and was rewarded by the admiring light that flamed in Lord Richard’s eyes." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>