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Show Page 174 "That is a handy piece of news to know about the maid," said John, and I could tell by the sound of his voice he was grinning at me in the dark. "Handy is it?" I asked. "Could it be that you have plans to find out for yourself how the maid passes her night?" He began to whistle as though he had not heard me. I jerked my hand from his. "I doubt not that Jane would be more than pleased to share your bed," I said sourly. "She seems not particular about whom she chooses to marry and she speaks most fondly of you." "That, too, is a handy piece of news," John chuckled. "Do not become too overwrought by it," I snapped. "She speaks highly of Richard also-and Thomas, and Robert. I do believe she will accept the first man to waggle his finger at her and bid her be his." John began to laugh and I stomped away from him, but he soon caught me up and turned me to face him. "Twig told me he called you a dunderhead once," he chuckled. "In truth, I think you are. I have no wish to make Jane my bride or my bedmate, Sarah. Not while there is another I care for, one whose dimpled cheeks I fain would kiss and in whose blue eyes I would gladly drown." He bent toward me and I felt his lips touch mine. It was my first kiss and my heart pitter-pattered within, my insides |
