Red Roses Mean Love

difficult time remembering why he was here. He had no business starting any sort of dalliance with her. Perhaps if she were more experienced and could play sexual games by his rules, he would consider passing his enforced time in Halstead in her arms.

But he had no desire to seduce a virginal spinster. Stephen paused in his pacing and looked down at his still unrelaxed arousal and quirked his mouth in a rueful half-grin.

All right, so he had the desire to seduce her. But he would not. His life was in London and there was no place in his world for Miss Hayley Albright and her brood of noisy siblings. He was simply going to have to stay away from her as much as possible and control himself when he was near her. No more kissing. Absolutely not. Never again. He'd allowed things to get out of hand this evening-a mistake he couldn't afford to repeat. He nodded to himself decisively and headed back to his bedchamber.

Surely he'd have no trouble keeping his passions in check for the next several weeks. Then once he was back in London he would bury himself in his mistress's willing arms and forget all about this insane desire for a simple country girl.

Yes indeed. Once I slake my passions with my mistress, all thoughts of Hayley will vanish completely.

His inner voice said not bloody likely, but he managed, with a great deal of effort, to ignore it.

* * *

Hayley lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, reliving the past hour-the most wonderful and most mortifying hour of her life. Her emotions swayed from euphoria to shame, then back again.

A shiver passed through her as she recalled the sensation of Stephen's mouth, the warmth of his body, the spicy, woodsy-clean fragrance that belonged to him alone. Heat flooded her veins, pooling in her lower belly. After living six and twenty years without having the vaguest notion of what desire felt like, Stephen had shown her in a matter of minutes.

This aching, sweet, warmth …this heart-pounding, tingling sensation that invaded all one's senses… this was desire. She raised her fingertips to her swollen lips and touched them.

But heaven above, what he must think of her! Her cheeks flamed, recalling her wanton reaction to his kiss, to his caress, but he'd simply overwhelmed her senses. She couldn't have stopped her uninhibited response any more than she could pull the moon from the sky.

Jeremy Popplemore had certainly never made her feel this way-all liquid and weak-limbed. In fact, what she felt for Stephen made her youthful feelings for Jeremy pale to nothingness.

As the significance of that thought settled on Hayley, her heart skipped a beat. Sitting bolt upright in bed, she pressed her palms to her hot cheeks, half in awestruck discovery, half in dismay.

She was falling in love with Stephen Barrettson.

Falling in love. Dear God. Was that possible?

She flopped back down and forced herself to take deep, calming breaths. She'd long ago given up on ever finding a man to love and share her life with. She had managed to cope after Jeremy cried off, and in retrospect she could not really blame him for not wanting to take on the entire Albright brood. The responsibility, as she well knew, was daunting.

So she had gone on, devoting herself to her family, her days occupied with running Albright Manor and educating the children. None of the gentlemen in the village struck her fancy, and she knew she was too tall, too average-looking, and too unconventional to attract their attention anyway. Left with little choice, she'd pushed all thoughts of romance and love aside.

Until Stephen Barrettson entered her life.

The man had not been out of her thoughts for a moment since she brought him home. Even while he lay prostrate on the bed, racked with fever, close to death, Hayley had felt something- an indescribable, inexplicable bond with him.

When he finally awoke and she had looked into his dark green eyes for the first time, her heart had turned over. Now, after spending the last several days with him, her feelings were growing stronger. Aside from the fact that Stephen was the most physically beautiful man she had ever seen, he also fascinated her.

That he had no family wrenched her heart. Yes, Stephen possessed an air of sadness, an inner vulnerability that beckoned her like nectar attracts bees. She longed to banish the uneasy shadows lurking in his eyes.

She noticed how he sometimes froze when she touched him, as if caring, friendly touches were foreign to him. He reminded her of the cat with the broken leg she had found as a child. Her heart had gone out to the poor suffering creature. She'd brought the cat into the barn, set its leg, and named her Petunia. She'd cared for Petunia, loving the furry beast, feeding it, and pouring all her heart, soul, and compassion into the task. Petunia, alone and friendless in the world, reveled in the attention. Even though the cat did occasionally spit and claw at her, Hayley never lost patience with the creature and soon they were inseparable friends. Petunia died when Hayley was sixteen, and she had cried for days.

Stephen reminded her of that cat-injured and desperately in need of love and compassion, even if he didn't realize it.

Perhaps I can heal him on the inside as well as the outside. Perhaps no one has ever really been kind to him, or loved him. Her mind raced ahead. Maybe if she showed Stephen what a loving family was, perhaps he might want to stay in Halstead.

Perhaps he'll come to care for me as I care for him.

Hayley knew that if he didn't, if he left in two weeks as he was planning, her heart would break. What were the chances that he might fall in love with her and want to remain? Hayley shook her head. One man had already walked away from her because of the responsibilities she carried. Nothing had changed-she still would never consider abandoning her family.

Then there was the matter of her secret employment. How could she possibly consider a romantic involvement under those circumstances? And besides, she had no illusions regarding her feminine appeal. It was completely absent.

Don't forget how he kissed you, her inner voice interrupted. That kiss. How could she possibly forget it? And Stephen had certainly seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps she wasn't quite as unattractive as she thought? Hayley dismissed that notion with an impatient shake of her head. No, feminine allure was definitely not her strong suit.

Might Stephen grow to care for her?

Hayley shook her head. The odds were not in her favor.

But whatever the odds, might it not be worth the risk?

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Chapter 11

When Stephen entered the breakfast room the next morning, he found it empty except for Aunt Olivia, who sat at the table sipping coffee.

'Good morning, Mr. Barrettson,' she said. 'Coffee, fruit, and muffins are on the sideboard.'

'Thank you, Miss Albright,' Stephen said gratefully. His head pounded like all bloody hell thanks to his freedom with the brandy the previous evening. He dearly wished Sigfried was here to fix him up with whatever awful concoction he gave Stephen after an evening of overindulgence. As his valet was absent, coffee sounded like just the thing to set him to rights. He owed Hayley an apology and he wanted all his faculties intact before facing her.

'You must call me Aunt Olivia,' she said with a friendly smile. 'Everyone does. You're part of the family, dear boy.'