JENNIE

Lisa led me along a high coastal path that overlooked the sea at the Bay of Bristol with its sparkling blue water winking a million shiny breaks due to the wind. We followed that for a good while until the trail turned back inland. The sun was shining and the air was fresh. You'd think all the physical exertion would clear out my scattered thoughts, putting them into some semblance of order, but no such luck on that one. Nope. My mind just kept whirling. Engagement announcement? Moving in together? Marriage?! I so needed to schedule an appointment with Dr. Roswell for the moment we got back to London.

As I watched Lisa ahead of me, the way she moved, her natural agility and stealth, her physique of ripped muscles propelling her body forward, I still appreciated the view. My guy, my view. Yep, the scenery and my love were both mighty fine.

I did indeed love it here and was happy she'd brought me, in spite of the turn our conversation took last night. Lisa had come downstairs this morning cheerful and affectionate, as if we'd never discussed a thing of importance last night. It was truly infuriating as hell to me that she could just blow off something like getting married as if it was nothing more complicated than getting a license to drive a car!

I liked when she ran with me, though. We went together in the city when I stayed over and if it didn't rain in the mornings. Lisa kept a competitive pace and I hoped she wasn't going easy on me just because she could.

As the path wound along the coast it began to descend down to the shore and the beach below until we came out into a rocky headland. Lisa turned back and gave me a cover model smile that never ceased to affect me when she did it. She had a magnificent smile that made my insides gooey. It meant she was happy.

"You hungry?" she asked as I pulled up.

"Yes I am. Where are we going?"

She pointed to a tiny gazebo-shaped building perched right on the rocks. "The Sea Bird. Great breakfasts served up in that little place."

"Sounds like a plan to me." She took my hand in her and brought it up to her lips, kissing the top quickly.

I smiled up at her and studied her beautiful face. Lisa was easy on the eye, but it was funny to me that she didn't seem to think much of it. I wanted to know about that woman, Nicole, from the night before. I know she had hooked up with her at some point in the past; she said as much: "We went out one time together." It didn't take a genius to figure she'd taken her up on some freely offered sex. She had her paws all over her at the bar. I didn't like the looks of her at all. Too predatory. Jackson seemed interested, though. I saw them outside on the curb together after the National was evacuated.

"What's on your mind, my beauty?" Lisa tapped me on the tip of my nose. "I can see the cogs turning under here." She kissed my forehead.

"A lot of things."

"Want to talk about it?"

"I think we should." I nodded. "I think we don't have any other choice, Lisa."

"Yeah," she answered, her eyes losing the happy spark that had just been in them.

The red-haired waitress eyeballed her thoroughly as she seated us by a window, something I had grown used to when out with Lisa. Females didn't hide their appreciation very well I was always left wondering how the person would act or what they would say to her if I wasn't there. Hah! Here's my number if you want to come over to my place and have some quick and dirty sex. I'll do anything you want. Gag.

Lisa waited until she left and then got right to it. "So . . . back to our conversation last night. Are you feeling any more receptive to the idea?"

I took a sip of water first. "I think I'm still in shock that you want to . . ." I hesitated.

"You don't have to be afraid to say the words, Jennie," she bit back, no longer looking so happy with me.

"Fine. I can't believe you are willing to 'marry' me." I made air quotes and saw her jaw twitch.

"Why does it surprise you?"

"It's way too soon and we're just starting out together, Lisa. Can't we just keep going like we have been?"

Her expression hardened. "We are continuing on like we have been. I don't know where you think we're headed, but I can assure you it'll be somewhere where we are together." She narrowed her eyes and glared a little. "All in, Jennie, or did you forget so soon? You said you wanted the same thing last night."

I could tell she was more than a little frustrated with me. "I didn't forget," I whispered and looked over the menu in front of me.

"Good." She picked up her own menu and didn't say anything for a minute or two. The waitress came back over eventually and made the ordering of our breakfasts pretty sickening as she flirted with Lisa throughout the whole torturous process.

I rolled my eyes when she turned and sauntered off.

Lisa kept her eyes on me, never wavering, as she spoke, "When are you going to understand that I don't care about women like that waitress and how she just tried flirting with me while you were sitting right here. It was in poor taste and I loathe it. Stuff like that has been happening all my adult life and I can tell you truthfully that it's annoying as hell." She reached across the table and picked up my hand. "I only want one woman to flirt with me now, and you know who she is."

"But how can you be so sure about something as important as marriage?" I went right back to our topic.

She started rubbing her thumb over the top of my hand—touching me in more ways than just the sensual gesture. "I've decided what I want with you, baby, and my mind's not changing."

"You know this. You know you'll never change your mind about me or wanting to be with me." I said them as slightly mocking statements, but they were really questions posed to her. Hell, if she was offering then I had to hear the why of things. "I don't have any good examples to draw on. My parent's marriage was a joke."

"I won't change my mind, Jennie." She narrowed her eyes and I could see some hurt there. "You're everything I want and need. I'm sure of that. I just want to make it official to the world so I can protect you in the best way I know how to. People have married for much less." She looked down at our hands and then up at me again. "I love you."

My heart melted under the blast of intensity coming off her, and I felt like a mean bitch again. Here she was baring her feelings, telling me how much I meant to her, and I was giving her a hard time.

"I know you do and I love you too." I nodded and twisted my hand to hold on to her, meaning my words with all my heart. "I do. Nobody else has ever got that out of me before . . . but you."

"Good."

She looked vulnerable then and I wanted to reassure her, make her feel that she mattered to me. Because the truth was, Lisa did matter. So very much. I stroked the top of her hand with a finger, brushing it back and forth.

The past twenty-four hours had been so insane, I was merely trying to keep up. What Lisa was suggesting did make me feel pressured, but she also made me feel loved. She was a good person willing to make a commitment to me, and only asking for the same in return. Why was I having so much trouble with it? The truth was something I pretty much understood even if I hated to acknowledge it by digging down deep into my psyche. Being with Lisa forced me to examine my demons.

"I'll move in with you. How's that for a start?"

"It's just that—a start," she said dryly. "I told you that part wasn't negotiable anyway."

"I know. You tell me a lot of things, Lisa." I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice but I smiled at her sitting across from me in all her beauty, so confident and assured.

She grinned back at me. "And I mean every word of what I say."

The waitress appeared with our food just then, giggling and leaning over the table in a disgusting display that made my stomach turn. Literally. The eggs and bacon set out in front of me suddenly didn't look so appealing either. I reached for the toast first.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes again as she strutted off, hips swinging for maximum effect. Lisa gave me a soft laugh and an air kiss.

"Let's talk some more about this plan of yours when we get back to London, okay? I want to enjoy our time here together this weekend and forget about that message last night, and have some fun." I couldn't resist adding in just a little snark: "Not that watching women throw themselves at you is fun for me or anything."

She laughed a little harder. "Welcome to my world, baby. Hell, if it helps my cause by getting you jealous, maybe I should encourage the admiring females a little more." She gestured in the waitress's direction.

I glared at her. "Don't even think about it, Manoban." I nodded toward her crotch. "It so won't help your cause or getting you more of what you like."

She bit off the end of a piece of bacon and ignored my threat, sweeping over me with sexy, slow eyes. "I like the jealous you very much. It turns me on," she said in a low tone.

What doesn't turn you on? I felt the tingle of arousal flutter through me as she raked me over with another look. Lisa could get me hot for her with just the slightest gesture. I noticed how her muscles flexed under her shirt and I wanted to tear it off and proceed with licking down her beautiful carved chest, down farther over her stomach and that V cut that ended in that most magnificent—"

"What are you thinking about now?" she asked with a brow twist, interrupting my wicked fantasies.

"How much I like to go running with you," I countered, proud of my pithy comeback when I'd so obviously been caught shamelessly ogling her worse than the redhead who'd served our meal had done.

"Right," she said, totally unconvinced. "I think you were dreaming about getting me naked and having a shag."

I was horrified and stared down at my food, wondering why I was so sexed out these days. My hormones must be wacky again. All. Her. Fault.

"Speaking of dreams . . ." I figured this was a good time to change the subject and let my comment hang in the air between us for a moment.

Her eyes turned dark and she frowned. "Yeah, I had another one. I'm very sorry for disturbing you in your sleep. I really am. I don't know why I've started having them after all this time."

"I want to know what those dreams are about, Lisa."

She tried her own brand of distraction by changing the conversation again. "But you're right, baby, I shouldn't have brought up the let's-get-married thing like I did on the fly. It wasn't nice to unload that on you in the middle of the night, even if I am still convinced it's our best option. We can talk some more about it when we get back to town and you've moved into the flat. I already told you the whole scene last night at the National Gallery freaked me out." She shook her head slowly. "When I couldn't find you . . . it was the worst, Jennie. I can't go through that again. My heart can't take it."

I stared at her, frustrated by being shut down again, and stiffened my stance. "Why won't you talk to me about your nightmares? My heart can't take that."

Her gaze flickered down and then back up. She whispered with pleading eyes, "When we get back home. Promise." She played with my hand, tracing my knuckles ever so gently. "Let's just have nice time together for the weekend like you said, without bringing any of the ugly stuff into it. Please?"

How could I say no? The look of dread all over her was enough for me to give her a reprieve. A few more days wouldn't matter without knowing. I did know this much, though, whatever events Lisa had suffered through had been truly horrible, and it pained me to even imagine it. She said it was from her time in the war and I remembered Neil's words to me once: "L's a walking miracle, Jennie."

Yeah, she's a miracle all right. My miracle.

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Our return to the house took a different path, as Lisa wanted to show me around. This way was far less strenuous, for which I was grateful; for some reason I was feeling tired again. I felt a flush as I realized why. Lots of sex action last night. Another miracle considering I'd begun and ended the evening by barfing. Ugh. Lisa had been so good to me, though. She really was a considerate and attentive one, with very fine manners for not having grown up with a mother. I'd have to thank her father, Jonathan, for doing such a good job when I saw him again.

The area turned more wooded as we shifted away from the coast. Leaves of green filtered the sun through the branches to make patterns of shadows and light on the ground. The whole place was so peaceful, the little graveyard tucked away under some very old oak trees felt like a good place to stop for a while. The cemetery looked like something out of a gothic novel, all overhanging branches and ornate headstones.

Lisa waited for me to catch up at the gate and extended her hand. As soon as I touched her, she drew me up close against her body, enfolding me. "You want to look around in there and have a bit of a break? I figured you might because you like history so much."

"I'd love to. It's so beautiful in here." I looked around. "So peaceful and serene."

We walked through the plots, reading names on the stones of the people who'd lived and died in the area. A marble crypt marked the resting place of the Greymont family, the ancestors of Hannah's husband, Freddy. I made out the names Jeremy and Georgina and remembered them as the people Hannah had named in the gorgeous portrait I'd discovered this morning on the stairway. The Mallerton. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the painting of Sir Jeremy and his beautiful Georgina was the real deal and hoped the family would allow some pictures just for cataloguing purposes. Maybe I could get Mino up here to take some good photos. Rosie would want to see it and the Mallerton Society would be very interested in anything to do with the painting's current status. My mind was churning with possibilities as we left the private cemetery and continued inland on the forest path.

We came up to an imposing iron gate, the kind you see in movies that win Academy Awards for cinematography. Secured to the metal was a sales agency sign advertising the place as Stonewell Court.

"Do you know the house back there?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I've never been down that drive. It looks like the property is for sale, though." She tried the gate latch and much to our surprise it opened with a grating squeak. "Let's take a look. You want to?"

"Do you think it's okay?"

She shrugged and looked at the posted sign. "Yeah, probably."

"Then yes." I stepped forward to follow her in. The rusty gate swung shut with a clang behind us. I reached for Lisa's hand, moving closer beside her as we walked down the curved gravel road. It felt like we were moving back toward the coast.

She chuckled softly. "Are you scared we'll get in trouble or something?"

"Not at all," I lied. "If somebody comes after us for trespassing, I plan on letting them know that it was all your idea and you said it was okay." I gave her my best bland face, hoping I could hold the laugh in for more than a couple seconds.

She stopped us on the path and gave me a mocking look of outrage. "Nice. You're going to throw me over to save your own precious little arse!"

"Well, I'll be sure to come and visit your hot, sexy arse in prison," I said sweetly, emphasizing the British pronunciation of "ass," thinking it sounded so much more elegant when she said it. I sucked at trying to do an English accent.

She snaked her hand down to goose me with one hand and tickled my side with the other. "Oh, will you now?" she drawled, easily breaking my composure with her relentless tickling.

"Yes!" I yelled, twisting out of her grip and running for the trees. She was right behind me, though, laughing all the way. I could feel her closing in and I pushed harder to keep a distance, eating up the length of the driveway with every stride.

Lisa caught me just as we rounded the bend in the drive and managed to take us down gently on the soft grass, rolling on top of me and tickling me madly. I twisted and bucked, doing my best to escape, but it was a pointless exercise against her strength.

"No escape for you, my beauty," she breathed, effortlessly pinning my wrists with one hand and holding my chin with the other.

"Of course not," I whispered back, already feeling the flush of heat and getting wildly aroused. Lisa made all kinds of things happen with my body. I was used to it by now.

Her eyes flared with passion as she dropped her mouth to mine, opening wide to cover my lips and devour them. I moaned in pleasure and let her in. Lisa could kiss. I didn't like to imagine how much practice she'd had, but I appreciated her skill as her tongue explored me thoroughly. The weight of her pressing down upon me just got me more in the mood.

She sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling and licking, before pulling off with a soft suctioned pop. "You ran from me," she scolded, her mouth hovering just above mine.

"You goosed me in the ass," I said in an indignant tone, "which induces running, by the way! Don't think I'm going to forget this either, Manoban."

"I can't resist your ass, ever. There, I said it like you." She licked my earlobe. "You liked my kisses, though."

"Honestly, I could go either way on the kissing," I lied, going for a straight face that I had no chance of holding longer than two seconds.

"Okay . . . so you won't mind if I never kiss you again?" she teased, her forehead bending down to touch mine when I turned my head. Then my eyes caught view of the house and I could do nothing but stare. Lisa followed my lead and whispered, "Holy hell."

We both stared at the magnificent stone façade of an absolutely gorgeous Georgian house of gray stone perched right on the coast ledge overlooking the sea. It took my breath away with its solid rows of paned windows, and tall, narrow, pointed rooftops. It wasn't a huge mansion, but just so perfectly situated in its space and so elegantly designed. I bet the view from the many windows facing the sea was breathtaking.

Lisa pushed away to stand up first and then helped me to my feet. "Wow." I had no other words to say in the moment.

"It's secreted back here so privately. I had no idea this is what it looked like . . . or even that it existed." She entwined her hand with mine. "Let's go check it out. I want to see the view off the back."

"You read my mind," I said, giving her ass a playful smack with my other hand.

"And you are very, very naughty today." She grabbed my spanking hand and brought it up to her lips for a kiss as she had done many, many times with me in the past, but something I never grew tired of and doubted I ever would. Lisa possessed a skill set that combined hot, bad-girl sex god with mannerly, romantic gentleman; something so rare and captivating, I didn't have a chance of resisting the pull. I smiled up at her and said nothing.

"I think I'll have to come up with a good punishment to fit your crimes."

"Suit yourself," I told her saucily as we headed around the side of the house to the gardens in back. The rear grounds were something else, all right. I could imagine the former inhabitants having garden parties out here on a nice day with their view of the coast of Wales across the bay. I guessed many an hour was spent painting this very scene I was looking at right now. I'd bet my bank account on it.

I strolled farther out across the green that met the rocks of the coast. There, set in the foundation, was an angel statue—no, wait; it wasn't just an angel, but rather a mermaid with angel wings, very finely detailed and serene in the buffeting wind. On the base of the statue was carved a single name. Jonathan.

Lisa came up behind me and wrapped herself up against me close, her chin resting on the top of my head. "Your dad's name," I said softly. "The statue is so haunting. A mermaid angel. It's amazing, and I've never seen anything like it. I wonder who Jonathan was to them."

"Who knows. This place is at least two hundred fifty years old and I don't think it was occupied even if it wasn't up for sale these last years. Hannah and Freddy would know if people were living here."

"Who wouldn't want to live in such a beautiful house?" I turned around to face her.

"I don't know, baby. Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but there's something to be said about the country." She nodded admiringly at the house again. "Maybe someone died or they were elderly and couldn't keep it up."

"Probably right. Sad to see something like that fall out of a family legacy, though. Imagine if Hallborough was lost to Hannah and Freddy."

"That would be tragic. She loves that house, and it's a perfect place to raise the kids."

"This whole area is truly amazing. I'm so glad we walked this way and discovered this path today. It's like finding a secret hiding place." I pushed up on tiptoes to kiss her. "Thanks again for bringing me here. It's really lovely being away with you."

Lisa wrapped me up in her arms and kissed me just below my ear. "Yes it is," she whispered.

We started back for Hallborough, Lisa's arm around me loosely. I leaned my head on her, content to rely on the strength she offered. Suddenly something flashed through my brain. It was this image of us, as we were right here in the moment, Lisa's big arm hanging off my shoulders, holding me close to her. I knew then that she would get her way in the end. She'd have everything she'd told me she wanted. Me moving in with her, the engagement announcement, and probably even the marriage.

My. God.

Lisa really was an ace at playing her hand.