Girl meets Duke. Tessa Dare

Girl meets Duke - Tessa  Dare


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Gabe worked, she called out encouragement from below. Not to him, of course. To the dog.

      “Just a bit longer, Bixby!”

      The dog’s whines grew mournful.

      Gabe could nearly reach him now. He tossed the shovel aside and cleared more coal from beneath the chute. When he’d created enough space, he flattened himself on his belly and wriggled over the coal, using his elbows to drag himself forward until he’d reached the spot beneath the chute.

      There he was, the little mongrel. Scarcely bigger than a rat himself. He was caught on the iron hook of the coal hole plate, hung up by a bit of leather strap and struggling against the dead weight of his stumpy hind legs and cart.

      “Easy, there. Easy.” Gabe stretched his hand up the chute, twisting for the best angle. Couldn’t quite reach. Even if he could, he had no idea what he was reaching for. How did this cart fit together? Was there a buckle or button he’d need to undo in order to free the dog? If so, it was hopeless. He didn’t have enough light or space to complete any maneuver requiring dexterity.

      “Very well, dog. You’ll have to do your part.” Gabe turned onto his side and reached up into the chute again, this time fumbling blind. When his fingertips brushed against fur, he lifted the dog’s weight in his palm and pushed upward, straining his shoulder nearly out of its socket, hoping he’d give Bixby enough slack to wriggle free.

      “Come on, you little bastard,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ve destroyed a full suit of clothing on your account, and I’m not handing your mistress a dead dog at the end of it.”

      Thank God. It worked.

      Gabe knew the moment Bixby was free, because the dog slid down the chute and landed on his face. With a scrabble of sharp little claws, he fled to his mistress. By the time Gabe disengaged the abandoned cart from the hook and made his way down, he found her seated on the kitchen floor, cooing over the soot-covered dog in her arms.

      “Bixby.” The pup licked at her neck and face. “You are a naughty, naughty, naughty boy, and I love you so very much.”

      Gabe cleared his throat. “Cart’s broken.”

      “My friend Nicola will mend it.”

      He set the mangled contraption to the side and shut the door to the coal store.

      The moment he turned around, Lady Penelope flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you.”

      Gabe winced, pulling free of her embrace.

      “You’ve hurt your shoulder.”

      “It’s nothing.”

      “It’s not out of joint, I hope?” She prodded his shoulder, undeterred by his grimace. “When we were children, my brother Timothy dislocated his shoulder when he fell out of a tree. Even after it healed, he could pop it in and out of joint whenever he pleased. He used to do it just to make me scream.”

      “It’s not out of joint. Let it alone.”

      Ignoring his protests, she pushed him toward a kitchen stool and made him sit. After unknotting his cravat with bossy motions, she circled to stand behind him and slid her hand inside the collar of his shirt.

      Holy God.

      “You’ve a cramp in your muscle.” She stroked her fingertips along his shoulder until she found the source of his pain. He sucked a breath through his teeth. “Oh, dear. That does hurt, doesn’t it?”

      Yes. Yes, it bloody well hurt. He flinched from her touch.

      She shushed him. “Be still. It won’t release until you’ve calmed.”

      “Your Ladyship, you are anything but calming.”

      “You’re not particularly cuddly yourself,” she said. “Luckily, I have some experience soothing prickly beasts.” She pressed her fingers against the knot of muscle, kneading gently. “That’s it,” she whispered. “Just breathe.”

      Her fingers weaved through his hair, stroking it back from his brow. He was painfully aware of his soot-smeared, perspiring state. It made him feel like a starving boy again, dressed in rags and covered in dirt, salivating over food on the hob and discarded crusts on the gin house tables. He’d worked so hard, come so far to leave that childhood behind.

      Resentment rose in his chest, pumping his heart at a furious pace. Red anger clouded his vision and his pulse filled his ears.

      Gabe shrugged off her hands and pushed to his feet. He needed to leave before he vented his emotions in her direction. She might be part of this elite, privileged world he despised, but she hadn’t chosen it. No more than he’d chosen to be born in the gutter.

      She circled back, standing before him. “There now. Better?”

      He gave a reluctant nod.

      “Can you move your arm in all directions?”

      He rolled his shoulder to prove it. “Yes.”

      “What about your grip?”

      “My grip is strong.”

      “Perhaps I should wrap the arm in a sling.”

      “I do not need a sling.”

      “Wait here. I’ll dash upstairs to fetch some linen and—”

      “For the love of God, woman. My shoulder is fine.” He took her by the waist and lifted her straight off the floor, until they were eye to eye. “There. Believe me now?”

      She nodded, wide-eyed.

      “Good.”

      In his hands, she was delicate, breakable. Her hair was a golden treasure he should never, ever touch. And oh, how he hungered for those soft, pink lips.

      The familiar voice echoed in his ears.

       Don’t touch, boy. She’s not for the likes of you.

       Put. Her. Down.

      But before Gabe could lower those beribboned pink slippers to the floor, she captured his sooty, sweaty face in her hands—

      And kissed him on the lips.

       Chapter Six

      The kiss lasted a triumphant, beautiful instant.

      Then he dropped her to the floor.

       Penny, you fool.

      It was only a distance of a few inches, but the impact shivered up her legs and made her knees weak. She had to cling to him for balance, which naturally made it all the more awkward.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, releasing him. “That was an accident.”

      His eyebrow quirked.

      “I mean, it wasn’t an accident. People accidentally bump heads, don’t they. Or knees. No one bumps lips on accident. I did it purposely.” She could hear herself blathering, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “I was grateful for your help with Bixby, and more than a little overwhelmed by that display of brute strength. All that flexing.”

      He stared hard at her mouth, likely in disbelief at the nonsensical words streaming out of it.

      She bit her lip. “Would you believe me if I said I was dizzy from the altitude?”

      “No.”

      “Very well, I . . .” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I wanted to kiss you. I can’t explain why. I have no excuses. At any rate, don’t worry. It was clearly a mistake, and I promise it won’t happen agai—”

       Again.

      He


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