‘I am wondering what would happen if they tried again,’ Rachel said honestly. ‘Until the culprit is caught it cannot be safe for you, Cory.’
Cory gave her his brilliant smile. ‘Do not be concerned, Rachel. My attacker took a chance because I was alone that night. These days I make sure that I am in company all the time.’
Rachel rubbed her fingers absentmindedly over the material of his sleeve. ‘Do not jest, Cory. Whoever it is knows that you suspect them and as a result you are in danger.’
‘I can look after myself,’ Cory said, with what Rachel felt was a deplorably casual air. ‘Besides, we
Rachel held his gaze. ‘There is something that I must know, Cory.’ She sighed again. ‘I suppose that when Justin Kestrel and his brothers were doing the pretty by all of us it was merely in the interests of finding out the identity of the spy? Not that I thought them sincere, of course, but I had no idea they were quite so shallow.’
She felt hurt. She had known the Kestrels were not interested in matrimony, but it felt like a betrayal to think that their charming manners were completely false.
Cory laughed. ‘Oh, you do not need to fear that it was all pretence,’ he said drily. ‘Richard Kestrel likes you immensely. Why do you think I was so damnably jealous just now?’
Rachel’s gaze flew to his face. ‘Jealous? But-’ She struggled, grasped at a straw, anything to keep the conversation away from the two of them. ‘But Lord Richard is in love with Mrs Stratton…’
‘I know,’ Cory said. ‘In fact, Richard is so in love he can barely keep his mind on what he is trying to achieve. The more time he spends in her company, the less sense one gets from him.’
Rachel gave a little gesture. ‘Then I do not see-’ She stopped. She knew that she was wandering into dangerous ground, but it was too late now. All half-truths and half-measures between them had to be at an end.
‘You do not see why I was jealous?’ Cory asked ruefully. ‘I dare say I have no cause, but that has nothing to do with emotion, Rae. I do not wish to share your attention with anyone.’
Rachel felt a rush of powerful feeling. ‘You speak most convincingly,’ she said sharply, ‘but how am I to know that your protestations are true when this whole business has been a charade from start to finish-?’
She broke off at the expression in Cory’s eyes. ‘Rae,’ he said, ‘there was no pretence. Never between me and you. Shall I prove it to you?’
Cory took her hand in his again and it was all that Rachel could do not to wrench it away from him, so sharp was her awareness of him. She wanted to tell him that he was being foolish, to beg him to say no more, to retreat to the comfortable grounds of friendship. But it was far too late for that. She had already betrayed herself with her accusations of disloyalty. She knew she had given away the fact that she cared for him. And she knew what Cory’s next question would be. She waited, her breath coming quickly, lightly.
‘Why were you so upset when I told you about what had happened to me?’ Cory asked softly.
Rachel did not meet his eyes. Her answer stumbled a little. ‘Cory, you are my dearest and my oldest friend,’ she said. ‘How could I possibly greet with equanimity the thought that someone had taken a shot at you? You may have that hardihood, but I do not.’
Cory smiled. He was stroking her hand softly, sending little quivers of feeling along her nerves. ‘Are you certain that that was all it was?’ he pursued.
Rachel’s gaze clung to his. Her senses felt cloudy, confused. ‘That is all it can be,’ she whispered.
There was a moment of stillness, then Cory pulled her to him, his arms hard about her again. This time there was no attempt at comfort. This time his mouth took hers hungrily, almost angrily, as though he were trying to prove a point. The kiss was rough and demanding, overpowering with pent-up need. Rachel’s mind spun. The minute he had touched her she had been lost, aware of nothing but the hard muscles of his arms beneath her fingers, the heated, insistent claim of his mouth, the scent of him, the pressure of his body against hers.
She forgot that they were in the phaeton, forgot that it was standing in full view of the track, forgot her scruples and doubts. Her heart was hammering and she could think of nothing but the absolute bliss and perfection of being in Cory’s arms, the overwhelming sensation of yielding to him, of coming home.
Cory tossed her hat on to the seat beside them and with one swift movement pulled half the pins from her hair so that it slithered down her back in heavy chestnut waves. Rachel gave a little cry. It felt extraordinary, intimate, as though he had stripped her naked. She opened her mouth to protest at the disorder to her appearance, but before she could say a word Cory had tangled one gloved hand in the shining tresses and covered her mouth with his again, kissing her deeply. Rachel forgot all about neatness and gave him back kiss for kiss, adrift with an uncontrollable need for him, clutching at his shoulders to draw him closer, to taste and to tease and to demand from him a reaction as powerful as the one he aroused in her.
She got it.
Cory’s lips left hers and he took the lobe of her ear between his teeth, tugging gently. His breath feathered across the tender skin of her neck and sent shivers right through her body. Rachel’s senses spun. She felt his fingers on the buttons that closed her spencer. The coolness of the air about her shoulders told her that it had been shed. And then, without warning, he stunned her, made her senses reel. Quickly, gently, he scooped one of her breasts from the rounded neckline of her gown and bent his head to tug at the nipple, lick it back and forth, with expert skill. A short, high cry escaped her. She arched against his hands and his mouth and tumbled back against the seat, her body abandoned to his. His hands were hard on her waist, his mouth at her breast and she wanted to die from sheer, inexorable desire.
The curricle jolted suddenly and Rachel almost tumbled from the seat. A flock of birds rose from the sheltering trees with cries of alarm. From the fields behind the hay barn came the sound of voices and the scrape of iron on wood. Sanity returned to both Rachel and Cory instantly. He let her go. His eyes were blazing and his mouth was a hard line.
‘So, are we friends now?’ he asked.
Consternation shook Rachel. She knew that she had responded to him in full measure, wanting nothing more than to lose herself forever in his arms. She kept her head bent and adjusted her dress and reached for her spencer with short, jerky movements. After a moment Cory helped her. His own hands were shaking. Rachel noted the fact and felt an aftershock of love and helpless need. She folded her arms tightly. She felt chilled.
‘Rachel…’ Cory said, and there was a note in his voice that brought her gaze up to meet his. She twisted her fingers together in her lap.
‘I do not think that we should have done that,’ she said.
She heard Cory laugh a little unsteadily.
‘Certainly not here and now,’ he agreed. His hand came down hard on her clasped ones, compelling her to look at him. ‘But that was not what I asked,’ he added. ‘I asked if your feelings for me were those of mere friendship.’
The rose colour flooded Rachel’s face as she realised that she needed to meet his demands with her own brand of courage. She tilted her face up so that she met his gaze very straight. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I do not think that we are friends now. I do not feel particularly kindly disposed to you at the moment.’
Cory’s expression eased. He almost smiled. ‘So what do you feel for me, Rachel?’
Rachel pulled at the seam of her glove, almost splitting it in her agitation. ‘I must admit…I have to confess to a shocking attraction to you,’ she said. ‘It worries me and I do not like it.’
She saw the shadow of a smile deepen on Cory’s face. ‘You do not like it or you do not like me?’ he enquired. ‘Please be specific.’
Rachel bit her lip. ‘Oh, I like you, Cory. That must be demonstrably obvious to you! I was not fighting you off-’ She stopped and her voice fell. ‘But I do not like feeling like this about you.’
‘Friendship can change,’ Cory said. ‘It can grow and develop into something different…’
Rachel felt her throat close with nervousness. Such sentiments did not reassure her, for where could her friendship with Cory go now? To explore a mutual attraction might be exciting beyond belief and just the thought of it made her heart leap, but it would leave a true companionship in tatters, for at the end of it all there was nowhere for them to go. They wanted different things. They always had and they always would.
She looked up and met Cory’s silver gaze. ‘I do not know what to think,’ she said.
Cory turned her face up to his, his gloved fingers spread against her cheek. ‘Yes, you do,’ he said. ‘You do know what to think. Tell me now,’ he invited softly, as his eyes held hers. ‘Tell me
