THE FIERCEST PIRATE IN SURREY BY ANNE KNIGHT – eBook Details Online
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1810, Present
Hester Fairfax patiently waited for her prey.
The warm spring sun beamed down on her bonnet, and she felt the
sun’s rays through her pink pelisse.
Sighing, she shifted in the ancient chaise seat as she scanned the bucolic
landscape before her. No sign of her quarry yet. He’s taking an awfully long
time. Her gloved hands fidgeted with the reins as she peered down the dirt
lane. The copse of oak trees hid the rest of the landscape from her view.
Never mind how long he takes. I shan’t fail in this.
Old Brutus neighed, tossing his head. The tack jingled, making Hester
wince at the sound.
“Steady on, old boy,” Hester soothed. “Just an hour or so longer and
you’ll be back in your stall. I promise to give you a bucket of oats for your
assistance.” The horse was nearing elderly, and Hester couldn’t remember
the last time her father had taken the chaise and Brutus out.
This wasn’t quite the piratical adventure on the high seas she’d imagined
as a child—Surrey was landlocked, after all—but it was certainly the most
excitement she’d had in at least a year.
A flash of color slipped through the gaps in the trees.
Hester’s stomach flipped. Now. She took a deep breath and flicked the
reins, sending Brutus plodding forward on the road. The wheels wobbled
through the half-dried muddy ruts.
Royal blue flitted past the trees, coming round the bend in the path. It was
now or never.
And there he was—her prey: Mr. Benjamin George Littleton himself, in a
dashing blue ensemble with a white cravat. He walked briskly, holding his
hat in one hand and a pink silk shawl in the other, looking as carefree as a
lark.
Her determination wavered at the bright look on his face. Was she doing
the wrong thing? But no, she had sworn a vow and it must be upheld. She
clicked her teeth, wishing Brutus would go faster than a trudge.
Mr. Littleton’s face broadened in a smile as he saw her coming toward
him. “Hello,” he said politely, dipping into a small bow.
Hester pulled Brutus to a halt. “Mr. Littleton,” she said evenly. Just a hint
of a smile, just enough to make him comfortable. “A good spring morning
to you.”
He looked around. “Nice the rain stopped, isn’t it, Miss Fairfax?”
Hester nodded and smiled. She pointed to the shawl in his hand. “Going
somewhere?”
He glanced down as if surprised to see it. A faint blush crawled up his
neck as he met her gaze. “Ah, yes. That. My family has visitors this week
and we’re off to a picnic.”
Hester cocked her head as if that was new information to her. “A lady’s
shawl. Have you turned into a footman?” She kept her tone too even to be
teasing. In the past, he’d always caught on to her mischief because of her
voice. She wouldn’t let that happen today.
Mr. Littleton’s flush deepened, and he looked away from her. “Miss
Dunham accidentally left it behind, and I merely volunteered to retrieve it.”
Fetching and carrying was a footman’s job
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