Magnus didn't like him, probably because Sophronia so obviously did.
Magnus saw? that Spence was a good-looking man. He tipped a biscuit-colored beaver hat, revealing a thick head of black hair, parted neatly in the center, and a set of trim side whiskers. 'Good morning, Sophronia,' he called out. 'Nice day, isn't it?' He didn't even glance at the other occupants.
'Mornin', Mr. Spence,' Sophronia replied with a sassy smile that set Magnus's teeth on edge and made him want to shake her.
Spence replaced his hat, the buggy passed, and Magnus remembered this wasn't the first time Spence had shown an interest in Sophronia. He'd seen the two of them talking when he'd driven her into Rutherford to shop.
His hands tightened involuntarily on the reins. It was time they talked.
The opportunity came late that afternoon, when he was sitting with Merlin on the front porch of his house, enjoying his day of leisure. A flicker of blue in the orchard caught his attention. Sophronia, in a pretty blue dress, was walking through the cherry trees, gazing up into the branches and probably trying to decide whether there was enough fruit left to justify another picking.
He rose and sauntered down the steps. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he ambled into the orchard. 'Looks like you might as well let the birds enjoy those cherries,' he said when he reached her.
She hadn't heard him come up behind her, and she whirled around. 'What do you mean, sneakin' up on me like that?'
'Wasn't sneakin'. I guess I'm just naturally light on my feet.'
But Sophronia refused to respond to his bantering. 'Go away. I don't want to talk to you.'
'That's too bad, because I'm talkin' to you anyway.'
She turned her back to him and began to walk toward the house. With a few quick steps, he planted himself in front of her. 'We can talk here in the orchard'-he kept his voice as pleasant as could be-'or you can take my arm, and we'll walk over there to my house, and you can sit in that big ol' rockin' chair on my front porch while I say what I have to say.'
'Let me by.'
'You want to talk here? That's fine with me.' He took her by the arm and steered her toward the gnarled trunk of the apple tree behind her, using his body to block any chance she had of sliding past him.
'You're makin' a fool of yourself, Magnus Owen.' Her eyes burned with bright, golden fires. 'Most men would've taken the hint by now. I don't like you. When are you goin' to get that through your thick skull? Don't you have any pride? Doesn't it bother you to be chasin' after a woman who doesn't care anything about you? Don't you know that half the time I'm laughin' at you behind your back?'
Magnus flinched, but he didn't move away. 'You just go ahead and laugh at me all you want My feelin's for you are honest, and I'm not ashamed of them.' He rested the heel of his hand on the trunk near her head. 'Besides, you're the one should be ashamed. You sat ui church this mornin' cryin' out praises to Jesus, and then you walked out the door, and the first thing you did was make eyes at James Spence.'
'Don't you judge me, Magnus Owen.'
'That Northerner may be rich and good-lookin', but he's not your kind. When are you goin' stop fightin' what you are?'
Magnus's words made Sophronia ache, but not for anything would she let him see that. Instead, she tilted her head provocatively and rested it against the tree trunk. At the same time, she pushed her breasts ever so slightly forward.
A stab of triumph shot through her at his quick intake of breath and the way his eyes drank her in. It was time she punished him for trying to interfere with her life, and she was going to punish him in the way that would hurt the most. A little ache spread inside her at the thought of causing him pain. The same ache she felt whenever he looked at her, spoke to her, or turned those soft dark eyes in her direction. She fought her weakness.
'You jealous, Magnus?' She placed her hand on his arm and kneaded the warm, hard flesh beneath his sleeve. Touching a man usually gave her an ugly clawing feeling inside, especially if it was a white man she had to touch, but this was only Magnus, and he didn't scare her a bit. 'You wishin' it was you instead of him I was smilin' at? Is that what's botherin' you, Mistuh Overseer?'
'What's bothering me is watching all those wars goin' on inside you and not being able to do anythin' about it,' he said huskily.
'There aren't any wars goin' on inside me.'
'There's no reason to lie to me. Don't you understand? Lyin' to me is just like lyin' to yourself.'
His gentle words cracked the chrysalis of her self-protection. He saw it happening just as he could see through the sham of her seduction to the vulnerability behind it. He saw it all, and he still knew he had to kiss her. He damned himself as a fool for not having done it sooner.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his head, determined not to frighten her, just as determined to have what he wanted.
The knowledge of what was to come flickered in her golden eyes. He saw a tremor of uneasiness, a hint of defiance.
He came nearer, then paused at the point of illusion, where his lips first sensed the warmth of hers. Instead of touching them, he feathered her skin with his warm breath.
She waited, whether as a challenge or in resignation, he didn't know.
Slowly, the illusion became reality. His lips brushed hers. Tenderly, he kissed her, yearning to heal with his mouth her hidden wounds, to destroy devils, tame demons, and show her a gentle world of love and softness where evil didn't exist. A world where tomorrow held laughter and hope that knew no color. A world where forever lived inside two loving hearts wedded in joy as one.
Sophronia's lips trembled under his. She felt like a trapped bird, frightened yet somehow knowing her captor wouldn't harm her. Slowly his healing magic seeped through her pores like warm summer sun.
He gently lifted her away from the tree and enfolded her in his arms. The maleness that had frightened her for so long didn't seem terrifying now. How soft his mouth was Soft and clean.
Much too soon, he drew away from her. Her mouth felt abandoned, her skin cold despite the heat of the June afternoon. It was a mistake to meet his eyes, but she did it anyway.
She drew a deep, shattering breath at the love and tenderness she saw there. 'Leave me alone,' she whispered. 'Please, leave me alone.'
And then she fled, tearing across the orchard as if an army of devils were at her heels. But all the devils were inside her, and she couldn't outrun a single one of them.
Kit had forgotten how hot it could be in South Carolina, even in June. Heat haze shimmered in the air above the cotton fields, which
Kit should have done the same thing. Her bedroom was shuttered like the rest of the house to keep out the afternoon heat, but she hadn't been able to rest there. Two days had passed since the Saturday night dinner party, but her encounter with Cain kept coming back to her.
She hated the lie she'd told him, but even now she couldn't think of anything else she might have said that would have guaranteed he'd give the permission she needed to marry. As for Brandon… She'd received a note asking her to accompany him to the Wednesday evening church social, and she was reasonably certain he'd propose to her then. No wonder she was in a fitful mood. Impulsively she turned Temptation into the trees.
The pond lay like a small, glimmering jewel in the center of the woods, where it was safely tucked away from the bustle of the plantation. It had always been one of her favorite places. Even on the hottest August days, its spring-fed water was cold and clear, and the thick barrier of trees and underbrush acted like a fence around it. The spot was quiet and private, perfect for secret thoughts.
She led Temptation to the water's edge so he could drink his fill, then wandered around the pond's perimeter. The willows there had always reminded her of women who'd tossed their hair forward over their heads and let the ends dip into the water. She tugged at a switch and stripped the leaves into neat stacks in her fingers.
The lure of the water was irresistible. The workers never came near here, and Cain and Magnus had gone into town, so no one could disturb her. She threw her hat aside and tugged at her boots, then tossed off the rest of her clothes. When she was naked, she made a shallow dive from a rock at the edge and cut into the water like a
