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she
approached and finally came to a halt beside him. He released a pent up breath,
even beneath the exquisite fine lace veil he could see that she was
surprisingly adorable, which unnerved him all the more, what was wrong with her
then? There was no time to consider the matter further though as the vicar
immediately began the reading of the vows.
    “…to
love honor and obey,” she said so
quickly and with such enthusiasm his eyes flew wide, her bright blue eyes were
twinkling merrily up at him through the gossamer fine veil. Beneath the veil he
could almost swear he saw her wink!
    He brushed a hand
through his long dark hair, his troubled green eyes blazing in disbelief,
exactly how odd was she? Or, as her father chose to
succinctly phrase it- unusual. The vicar placed her small delicate
hand in his as he slid the ring onto her third finger, he’d expected a nervous
bride; emotion, maybe even tears since the wedding had been arranged for her. Instead
she tickled his palm. He snatched his hand away in surprise. The vicar didn’t
appear to have noticed, he simply droned on, his monotonous tone and Dare’s own
misgivings making this whole ceremony feel more like a funeral than a wedding.
    And strangely his palm
tingled where she’d tickled him. He offered up a quick prayer that her only
character flaw was an odd sense of humor.
    The
vicar continued, pronouncing them husband and wife. It was done. Dead locked
into wedlock. His fingers curled around hers, struck when once again her thumb
brushed across his knuckles and she gave him another saucy wink as he lifted
her veil. Instead of a gentle kiss on the cheek, she turned her head, his kiss
met hers head on, her lips lingered clinging, and she rose on her tip toes
leaning toward him, almost stumbling as he pulled away, staring at his bride in
disbelief.
    “At least the honeymoon
shouldn’t be a problem,” Wynne muttered, nudging him in the ribs again.
    But
would it? An innocent young woman who was so eager? It was downright odd, a
disturbing suspicion began to snake its way up his spine.

 
 
    Chapter Two

 
    Finally alone in the
enclosed carriage, Daizie hung out of the window and waved wildly until the
crowds were out of sight, there had been no wedding breakfast, and her father
had insisted during their negotiations that Dare take her to his country home
right away. Still wearing her voluminous wedding gown, she finally plopped down
onto the seat opposite Dare brushing aside the veil she tossed it onto the blue
velvet seat beside her and grasped his hands.
    “Thank you so much for
marrying me and getting me away from that incredibly boring lot!” she laughed
up at him. She was actually quite beautiful, long blonde hair, pink cheeks,
flawless skin, sparkling bright blue eyes and very kissable looking lips that
had formed into a mischievous grin.
    “Boring? You appeared
quite taken with them,” he drawled, unsure exactly how to proceed, he would
allow her to lead him, for now.
    “Well, they are all
very sweet, but still quite boring!” She bounced over onto the seat beside him,
laying her head on his shoulder. “It is permitted, now that we are married,
isn’t it?” she breathed dreamily.
    “Yes,
it is permitted,” he answered, wondering how to broach the subject of why she
was so happy to be married to him. She threw him off guard once again, by
taking his hand in her own and linking her fingers with his, reminding him of
her behavior in the chapel.
    “Daizie,
why the hurry for us to marry?”
    “Father didn’t tell
you?” she gasped, her head leaving his shoulder, she turned to face him, her
blue eyes wide.
    “I’d
like to hear it from you,” he said noncommittally.
    “I behaved
inappropriately with…a footman,” she admitted.
    “A footman!” he
bellowed. His pulses roared, and the blood pounded heavily in his ears. So, she
was carrying a footman’s child? No wonder the rush to the altar, he’d have to
have the marriage annulled. He