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hedgerow without a backward glance and hated herself for
trying. Her family didn't care a whit about anything she did.
Honoria staggered to her feet, pulling her sodden skirts out of the
mud. Her pelisse was soaked and her favorite lilac half boots were
ruined. Cleo was nowhere in sight, and the distant baying of hounds
told her the hunt was on the move. She was alone.
    "Lady Honoria?"
    She looked up into a pair of bright blue
eyes. "Drat it all."
    Danton swung down off his horse and gave her
an elegant bow.
    "Lord Danton," she whispered, staring at the
enormous bulge in his breeches.
    For such a small man, he was remarkably well
endowed, or remarkably well-padded, for she'd heard friends talk of
men who employed the services of cotton wadding. His coat didn't
lie. For his shoulders weren't the broadest and his belly didn't
bulge with muscle but when he gave her a brilliant smile and
brought her hand to his lips, his gallantry made her giggle.
    "Is all forgiven, Lord Danton?"
    "How could I stay mad at such beauty?" He
released her and lifted an elegant gold brow. "I saw your horse
carry you off and thought to rescue you, but it appears you've
rescued yourself."
    Honoria gave him a hopeful smile. "Alas, it's
no rescue, sir. For I've lost my way and have only my feet to carry
me home."
    Danton bowed again. "My horse, as well as
myself, are yours to command."
    She swept a hand down over her clothes and
glanced up at the sky. At that instant another raindrop spattered
her face. "Home, if you would be so kind?"
    Danton helped her into his saddle and swung
into place behind her. He set an easy walking pace and it gave
Honoria plenty of time to realize the bulge in his breeches was
real. The length of his cock pressed into her hip with increasing
vigor.
    "How much farther?"
    Honoria wasn't sure if she should be alarmed
or complimented. His length kept swelling and she could feel the
rounded bulge of his cockhead.
    Danton had spent the last ten minutes
casually moving closer to her breast. On one hand, he'd been easily
handled the last time and from the looks of it, a storm was on the
way. Honoria didn't relish the idea of a long, wet slog down the
muddy lanes. On the other, he was persistent, and Robbie was the
last persistent man she'd dealt with.
    "Not much farther," he said easily. This
time, so she wouldn't mistake it, his fingers lingered on her
breast, seeking her nipple beneath the heavy cloth.
    Honoria shuddered, "Sir, your hand ."
    "A thousand pardons," said Danton. He took
his time, and traced his hand down over her belly before allowing
his arms to form a loose circle around her.
    Night was closing in fast. Surely Cross
Willow was over the next hill. The hunt couldn't have gone more
than a few miles from the estate. She was trapped with Danton until
they returned to the stables, but it wasn't forever. Surrounded by
the warmth of his arms—which were a lot less scrawny than she'd
imagined—Honoria closed her eyes. Danton's arms tightened and she
let her cheek rest on his chest, turning just enough to rest
comfortably in his embrace.
    She woke to the sensation of flying. Her head
narrowly missed a newel post and smacked into the edge of a
door.
    Danton swore under his breath. "Sorry about
that."
    "Why are you carrying me up a flight of—this
isn't Cross Willow!"
    "How amazingly astute of you," said Danton.
He dropped her on a plush down mattress and held a low-voiced
conference with a man she assumed was the innkeeper.
    Honoria sat up and rubbed her forehead.
"Surely you can't mean to spend the night!"
    Danton pushed the innkeeper out. "Sorry," he
said without sounding repentant at all, "I haven't the damnedest
idea where we are. However, this is an inn. It has the usual
amenities, and I'm lost and hungry. Yes, I intend to spend the
night. You may stay or continue on without me. Give over, Honoria.
Morning is a long way off."
    It was the longest thing she'd ever heard him
say and the most bloody-minded pragmatic. It made