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"Do it then. Run away to Northumberland with me." She wasn't sure what had prompted her to make such a rash offer. Perhaps it was the desire to shock Henry, or merely her own need for a companion for the journey, even if he was a somewhat dull solicitor.
"It's not that easy. I have a job, responsibilities."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck." Sophie goaded.
Henry glared at her. "I am not chicken."
She raised her eyebrows. "Prove it."
To her amusement, he appeared flustered by her challenge and she wondered if his calm, orderly life had ever been disrupted before.
"People depend on me."
"Isn't the whole point of an escape to lose those responsibilities for a short while?" She smiled sweetly at him, the expression in her eyes daring him to give in.
His gaze locked with hers and something in the intensity of his stare made her wonder what she'd let herself in for by baiting him.
"Okay, you're on. I'll be back for you in three hours. That should give you time to take a bath and pack a bag."
Sophie swallowed. She hadn't seriously considered that he would take up her challenge and now it seemed she would be saddled with Henry's company at Tything Manor.
The corners of his mouth quirked and she knew he was waiting for her to try and wriggle out of the corner she'd painted herself into.
"Fine, three hours it is. I'll call Rafe and tell him we're coming."
(C) Nell Dixon 2014
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
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Here's a taster!
"Do it then. Run away to Northumberland with me." She wasn't sure what had prompted her to make such a rash offer. Perhaps it was the desire to shock Henry, or merely her own need for a companion for the journey, even if he was a somewhat dull solicitor.
"It's not that easy. I have a job, responsibilities."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck." Sophie goaded.
Henry glared at her. "I am not chicken."
She raised her eyebrows. "Prove it."
To her amusement, he appeared flustered by her challenge and she wondered if his calm, orderly life had ever been disrupted before.
"People depend on me."
"Isn't the whole point of an escape to lose those responsibilities for a short while?" She smiled sweetly at him, the expression in her eyes daring him to give in.
His gaze locked with hers and something in the intensity of his stare made her wonder what she'd let herself in for by baiting him.
"Okay, you're on. I'll be back for you in three hours. That should give you time to take a bath and pack a bag."
Sophie swallowed. She hadn't seriously considered that he would take up her challenge and now it seemed she would be saddled with Henry's company at Tything Manor.
The corners of his mouth quirked and she knew he was waiting for her to try and wriggle out of the corner she'd painted herself into.
"Fine, three hours it is. I'll call Rafe and tell him we're coming."
(C) Nell Dixon 2014
Here's a taster!
"Do it then. Run away to Northumberland with me." She wasn't sure what had prompted her to make such a rash offer. Perhaps it was the desire to shock Henry, or merely her own need for a companion for the journey, even if he was a somewhat dull solicitor.
"It's not that easy. I have a job, responsibilities."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck." Sophie goaded.
Henry glared at her. "I am not chicken."
She raised her eyebrows. "Prove it."
To her amusement, he appeared flustered by her challenge and she wondered if his calm, orderly life had ever been disrupted before.
"People depend on me."
"Isn't the whole point of an escape to lose those responsibilities for a short while?" She smiled sweetly at him, the expression in her eyes daring him to give in.
His gaze locked with hers and something in the intensity of his stare made her wonder what she'd let herself in for by baiting him.
"Okay, you're on. I'll be back for you in three hours. That should give you time to take a bath and pack a bag."
Sophie swallowed. She hadn't seriously considered that he would take up her challenge and now it seemed she would be saddled with Henry's company at Tything Manor.
The corners of his mouth quirked and she knew he was waiting for her to try and wriggle out of the corner she'd painted herself into.
"Fine, three hours it is. I'll call Rafe and tell him we're coming."
(C) Nell Dixon 2014
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