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Walker stroked her face and then slowly bent down toward her lips.
Smith wheeled away, heading back to his room.
He didn't want to see any more for fear of what his reaction might be.
chapter
16
Early the next morning, Grace went to the gardens looking for a little peace of mind. As she wandered among the flower beds that had been prepared for the coming winter, she remembered what they looked like in full bloom. Planted in a studied manner, the tea roses and the foxgloves, the peonies and the lilies, the many hybrids that her father had enjoyed cultivating, all of them blossomed into a great profusion of color and life in the summer months.
As she continued down the lawn, the sound of the ocean grew more insistent. Overhead, a few gulls surfed high above the water as the dawn's rays fanned out across the pale blue sky. It was chilly and she was glad she'd put on a thick sweater.
At the edge of the property, overlooking the drop to the sea, there was a shingled bathhouse, white-trimmed, green roofed. It had a shallow porch with two white wicker chairs on it and she sat down in one, hearing the weave creak as her weight was accepted in the seat. She kicked off her flats and stretched out her legs so that her heels rested on the railing.
Wiggling her toes at the arriving sun, she watched as a gull shifted direction and came in for a smooth landing,a couple of yards away. She was about to tell him she wasn't a good bet if he was looking for breakfast when she realized she wasn't alone.
Grace shifted in the chair and saw Smith standing at the other edge of the property under the arms of an old maple tree. He was leaning up against the trunk and staring out at the ocean. She wondered how he knew she'd left the house. She'd been so quiet.
Figuring she had nothing to lose, she got out of the chair and walked over to him. When he didn't acknowledge her approach, she was tempted to leave him alone.
"Hi." She wasn't surprised when all he did was nod at her. Wearing a black T-shirt under his leather jacket and a pair of well-washed jeans, he was very handsome in the morning light, in a hard and remote kind of way.
"You know, Jack is just a friend," she blurted.
He frowned. "Who you sleep with is none of my business."
"I'm not—" When he shot her a look of disbelief, she let out an exasperated breath. "You know, I feel pretty asinine defending myself over something I haven't done."
When he didn't reply, frustration got the best of her. "Come on, John. Why don't you just admit you're upset? And while we're at it, why can't we talk about what's happening between us? "
He sounded disinterested when he answered her. "Unless you want to alter the terms of our employment agreement, there's nothing to say about us."
"Jack is not my lover. Last night—"
He cut her off with a harsh laugh. "This may come as a royal surprise, Countess, but the world doesn't revolve around you. You may have an interest in rehashing your nocturnal exploits but I find the subject boring."
He looked back out to the ocean.
Maybe she was going about this the wrong way, she thought.
She put her hand on his arm. "I wanted to be with you."
Smith shrugged her off impatiently. "That's not really an exclusive club, is it? Now that you're getting free from your husband."
Grace sucked in a breath. "I can't believe you said that."
Smith pushed off the tree trunk and loomed over her. “You want to talk? Fine, but let's get real. Mr. Charm's got a whole lot to offer you, doesn't he?. I bet he's goddamn front and center with the flowers and jewelry after he gets his rocks off. Hell, he'd even make a great second husband. All I can offer you is a one-night stand with a member of the lower classes. Weighing your options, I think you made the right choice."
"Excuse me," she said, hotly, "but if you recall, you were the one turning me down the night of my birthday. And I did not sleep with Jack!"
Smith glared at her. "That lie is a waste of breath, Countess."
"Don't call me that," she snapped.
"Fine. How does whore sound?”
Grace hissed as she was blinded by anger. With a sharp movement, she drew back her hand, ready to slap him.
"You want to hit me?" he growled. "Go ahead."
She stood there, shaking, unable to comprehend what she was doing.
Smith leaned in closer, jutting out his chin. "Hell, because you're supposedly a lady, I'll even make it easy for you. Aim high and follow through."
Grace blinked and slowly dropped her hand. In a voice rough with emotion, she whispered, "God help me. I wish I had never met you." With her heart in her throat, she ran toward the house.
* * *
Grace closed her bedroom door and paced around, waiting for her body to stop trembling. She couldn't remember being that mad at anyone before and knew the strength of her emotions was about so much more than just the words he'd spoken or the tone he'd used. She had the sense they were circling around what they wanted and avoiding the truth. Clearly, it was driving them both mad.
