The Borderland Legacy

by Samantha Holt

  Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head in disbelief. How a woman had twisted him up in knots so easily was beyond him. Especially one that clearly disliked him.

  Jake looked over at him with a wry smile of amusement and a raised brow. Dominic glared back, knowing Jake was taking delight in seeing his usually composed brother so agitated.

  With a sigh of resignation, he stomped up the stairs and onto the empty gallery. Lucy had her back to him as she stared sightlessly out of a window. He took a moment to study her luscious curves. Dressed in a silk gown the color of the midnight sky, she sent him delirious simply by looking at her. He had already spent much of the evening admiring her and yet he did not tire of the sight. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he strode over, positioning himself next to her, his elbow leaning on the stone embrasure.

  She glanced at him as she blew out an irritated breath. “Will you not leave me alone? Have you not toyed with me enough this eve?”

  Not nearly enough, his mind growled.

  He touched at her arm and she flinched. “Forgive me for being so forward. I wish to get to know you, Lucy. There is something between us, surely you can feel it?”

  Thrusting her hands onto her hips, she turned and glared up at him, her hazel eyes glowing with fire and, if he wasn’t much mistaken, fear. Did she fear the desire that flowed between them?

  “I know not what you feel -- mayhap I bring you some amusement -- but the only thing I feel for you is disgust.”

  “Disgust?”

  “Aye, disgust.”

  He couldn’t resist the chuckle that escaped him. “Why, pray tell, do I cause such aversion?”

  Pursing her lips, Lucy considered him with the tilt of her head. “We met once before. You will not remember, for I was no comely lass.”

  “I doubt that.” Montgomery had alluded to the fact they had met previously and he would not recognize her. It was hard to believe that he would not have taken note of her beauty.

  She offered him a tight smile. “I assure you, you thought differently at the time. You said I had ‘the grace and the looks of a wild boar.’”

  He snapped his jaw shut, his stomach curdling. No wonder she’d taken an instant disliking to him. He didn’t remember the incident, but the pain in Lucy’s eyes was real enough.

  Lucy gave a laugh. “Aye, no man would dance with me that sennight, not after the great Lord Dominic had passed judgement on me.”

  “Forgive me, I never meant to insult you. I was—”

  “Oh, aye, you never meant to insult me, I’ll grant you that. I overheard you speaking with your friends. You had not even the courage to say it directly.”

  He cursed inwardly. It would not have been the first time his glib tongue had the better of him, but he liked to think that he would not stoop so low as to insult a lady - not now he was older and wiser at least.

  “I was a young lad, I knew not what I was saying. Surely you would not hold my foolish behavior against me still?”

  “Mayhap I would not if I thought your behavior had improved at all these past years, but I’ve yet to see a difference. You are still the same arrogant, judgmental, shallow philanderer that you were back then.”

  “And yet you do not know me.”

  “I know you well enough. I have heard tales aplenty of your exploits.”

  He smirked. So she heeds what the gossips say…interesting. Edging closer, he bore down upon her. A faint flush appeared high on her cheeks but she remained firm, holding his gaze.

  “Ah, my exploits. And pray tell what have you heard?”

  “Enough to know that you would not think twice about playing with a woman’s heart—”

  “Your heart?”

  “You could not touch my heart, Lord Dominic,” she spat.

  “So ‘tis gossip that seals your opinion of me. And yet you despise me for my judgmental ways?”

  “Nay, I… well, what of your behavior towards me? You can offer no excuse but that you were young. And I have yet to see aught to persuade me that you have changed.”

  “Then mayhap I shall have to work harder to persuade you.”

  “You could ne—”

  Swooping down, he cut her off with a kiss. Lucy squealed but before she could react he had her firmly in his embrace, his hands pressing determinedly into her back. God’s teeth, but she tasted good. Like honey and mead. A faint taste of wine sat on her tongue as he dipped into her mouth. He could stay here forever. She gasped and wriggled, and he tore himself reluctantly away.

  Trembling, she gaped at him. Dominic braced himself for the inevitable slap. Hell, he hadn’t meant to kiss her, but the sweet softness of her lips had practically begged him to, even as she threw insults at him.

  He kept his arms around her, unable to bring himself to release her.

  The fire built in her eyes and he waited. And then, instead of tearing herself away, she came up onto her tiptoes and flattened her lips to his.

  ~* * *~

  Lucy found her fingers curling around Dominic’s neck. Even as her mind screamed at her to stop, she pushed for more. Soft lips parted, his strong tongue invaded and she would have fallen into a boneless puddle on the floor had it not been for his hand burning into the small of her back.

  Just a little bit more…

  It was not like a handsome man would ever kiss her again. She teased him with her tongue and relished the sound of his strangled groan. His fingers pinched into her flesh, bold and strong and she allowed her hands to trail across his arms, fingering the flexing muscles underneath his shirt. Behind her closed lids, stars danced across her vision and as riot of sensations swept over her, a great ache opening up even as his tongue satisfied her own curious one.

  He wrenched himself from her arms abruptly and cold air assailed her as she snapped open her eyes.

  Oh God.

  Her father had Dominic pinned to the wall, his meaty fist grasping the cloth of his tunic as he glowered at him, his heavy jaw clenched with rage. Her mother stood beside them, feebly trying to persuade her husband to release Dominic.

  “Father, cease!” Lucy scurried over and placed herself on the other side of the pair.

  Dominic did not struggle and she suspected he could probably be free from her father’s grip with one swing if he wanted to.

  “I warned you, Thornewall,” her father roared. “I warned you not to play false.”

  “Father, pray stop,” Lucy begged, pulling on his arm. “I was as much to blame as he. I should not have even considered being alone with him.”

  Dominic’s brother must have heard the disturbance as he came bounding up the stairs. He watched them, his fists flexing. From what little she knew of him, he did not give the impression of being the violent type but he was a giant of a man. She did not wish to see her father hurt because of her folly.

  Dominic shook his head. “‘Twas my fault, my lord. I followed Lucy up.”

  Her father growled and drew back his fist. Her mother stepped sharply back, her eyes pleading with Lucy to do the same.

  “Nay!” Lucy shouted. “You will not harm him, he is our host. You would not assault a lord in his own home.”

  Her father flicked his eyes to her and they softened a fraction. She expelled a breath as he released Dominic with a dismissive shove. Dominic tugged his tunic back into place and offered her an apologetic look. She ignored it, instead reaching for her father’s hand and coaxing him away. She needed to put as much distance between the two men as possible. And, in truth, between her and Dominic.

  Her body still trembled with the after-effects of the kiss -- a kiss that should never have happened. Why she allowed it, why she pursued it, she knew not, but she could not let it happen again, no matter how divine it was.

  Lucy’s father eyed Dominic and she could feel the tension in his arm. Her father was as soft as they come with her, but she knew he had a reputation for being a fearsome warrior in his younger days. One wrong word and he would be back on Dominic in no time.
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  “I will be taking my daughter home on the morrow,” her father ground out.

  Dominic straightened at this. “Nay! You cannot.”

  “You would presume to tell me what to do with my own daughter?”

  Lucy frowned as she observed the oddest expression come over Dominic’s face. A combination of desperation and uncertainty. Nay, surely she was mistaken, Lord Dominic had likely never been uncertain of a thing in his life.

  “Nay, I—”

  “Good. Then we shall leave after dawn.” Her father wrapped his arm around her shoulder and started to lead her away.

  “My lord,” Dominic called after them. “I wish to marry her.”

  Both Lucy and her father froze. He turned before she did. Had she heard him right? Her heart hammered in her ears. She faced him slowly, clasping her arms around herself as she studied his face. He drew his chin up, a quietly confident smile playing on his lips. Was he serious? There was nothing in his expression to make her doubt his words.

  “What did you just say?” she whispered.

  “What did you say, Thornewall?” her father bellowed.

  “I said I wish to marry her.”

  Her father tilted his head back and studied him. “Is that so?”

  “Aye, my lord.”

  “And you, Daughter, do you wish to marry him?”

  “I—” She glanced at her mother, who shrugged and then looked to the two men who were discussing her fate. She scowled. “Nay, of course not!”

  Giving Dominic a bitter smile, her father drew her back into his hold. “Well, there you have it, Thornewall, she will not have you. I warned you that I would not go through with this if you could not gain her good opinion.”

  Lucy held up a hand. “Wait. Go through with what?”

  “At least give me a chance to change your daughter’s mind. You owe me that much, Montgomery.”

  Stepping forward, her mother tugged her away from the two men but Lucy shrugged off her comforting hands. She would not stand idly by while two men discussed her future - a future that apparently they had previously deliberated.

  “I owe you naught,” Montgomery hissed. “Upon my return, I shall burn the contract and it will be as if it never existed.”

  Lucy stared at her father, bewildered. “Contract?”

  “So you would forget my mother’s wishes? And throw away the chance of an alliance between our two lands?” Dominic asked.

  Her mother curled her hands around her husband’s arms. “Come, dear, let’s at least sleep on this. Lucy and Dominic have spent little time with one another. I think it not a bad thing for them to pass some time together.”

  “Together?” her father spluttered. “You wish to leave our daughter with him?”

  Lucy barely resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “Do I not get a say in this? What is this talk of contracts and marriage? ‘Twas a kiss, Father, naught more. I should never have done it and I will pray heartily at church on the morrow to be forgiven for my ill behavior, but it takes more than a kiss to make a marriage. Why do you talk as if you have already discussed the idea of joining our lands through marriage?”

  His face reddened and he cast his eyes down. “Forgive me, Lucy, I had not intended for you to find out this way.”

  “Find out what?”

  He sighed. “Many years ago we signed a contract for your betrothal to Lord Dominic.”

  “My b-betrothal?”

  “Aye. I hoped to see if there was a chance of fulfilling it by bringing you here.”

  Lucy looked to Dominic, her face heating. “Did you know of this?”

  Dominic nodded slowly. “Aye.”

  She stared at the two men, fisting her hands by her side until her knuckles hurt. Whirling back to her father, she fixed her father with a glare. “I expected this of him,” She flung her arm towards Dominic, “but not of you, Father.”

  Tears of humiliation stung her eyes and she spun on her heel, pushing past Jake and dashing down the stairs, out into the bitter night. She heard someone shout her name but she kept running until she reached the stone of the curtain wall. Pressing herself against the cold rock, she gathered her breath. How could they? Both of them plotting her future without her! Her stomach churned just thinking about it.

  Why had she never heard of this contract before? Sweet Mary, to think her future may have been planned out for her for years, even as she nurtured her hate of the arrogant lord.

  And now he wanted to marry her? What sort of twisted game was he playing? Mayhap it was for her dowry…but surely he was rich enough? Or for her father’s allegiance? Nay, Thornewall was powerful enough on its own. She tipped her head back and watched as her breath clouded across the stars. Of all the women he could choose, why would he possibly want her?

  ~* * *~

  Dominic dashed forward, calling her name but Jake stepped forward as Lucy’s father released a growl.

  “Let her be. You have apologies to make first.” Jake jerked his head towards Montgomery.

  Darting a look at Montgomery, he sighed and stepped back. “Aye, of course.”

  Moving around his brother, he fixed Montgomery with a sincere expression. The man glowered at him, his jaw clenched, and Dominic dragged a hand through his hair. Damn, he’d be lucky if he was ever allowed near his daughter again.

  But he had to see her. He needed her.

  He had not really intended to declare any intention of marrying Lucy - not yet at least. Aye, she was beautiful - breathtakingly beautiful - and she was quick-witted and intelligent, but he wanted to get to know her first. However, when Montgomery had threatened to take her, everything changed and wild desperation had gripped him. He could not let him take her away.

  “Montgomery, I need to see Lucy.”

  Montgomery’s nostrils flared and he opened his mouth to speak but Lady Eleanor stepped gracefully forward. “Lord Dominic, I know my daughter and she will not take kindly to you while she is still angry. Give her time to gather herself, and then you may speak with her.”

  “Eleanor…” Montgomery growled.

  Ignoring her husband, she continued, “I will speak with her this night and help her understand the nature of this betrothal. I will try to persuade her not to act in haste but you must understand that Lucy is not like other lasses, she will not be courted easily. If you truly wish for her hand then it will not come effortlessly.”

  “I do,” he told her sincerely.

  And to his surprise, he found he did. More than anything, he wanted to make Lucy Montgomery his wife. He wanted to learn what made her smile, he wanted to discover how to make her laugh, he wanted to delve into that quick mind of hers until he had unlocked her every secret. He would have laughed at himself if it had not been for the three people who were watching him so closely. Who’d have thought it? Dominic of Thornewall bewitched by a lassie he’d known all of one evening. And one that hated him at that.

  But he’d soon change that. That kiss…that kiss gave him hope.

  Eleanor turned to her husband. “Come, Walter, let us away. We will speak more on this on the morrow.”

  The man narrowed his eyes at Dominic. “You had better be sincere in your wish to marry her, Thornewall, or you shall have me to answer to.”

  Eleanor gave a sharp cough. “Walter, come now.”

  He glanced at his wife and his shoulders softened somewhat. “Aye, as you will.”

  Dominic and Jake watched as she led Montgomery away, whispering - most likely - calming words to him.

  “Well this is a fine mess you’ve got yourself into, Brother. What compelled you to kiss her? What compelled you to state your intention to marry her? I thought you wanted to get to know her first.”

  Dominic rubbed at his neck as he looked up at his brother. “Aye, I know. But you’ve seen her, Jake. How could I let a woman like that slip through my fingers?”

  Jake’s expression twisted and he cursed inwardly. Jake had let go of Isabel once and Dominic knew he still regretted ever l
eaving her.

  Finally, his brother nodded. “She is a fine woman, indeed, but it takes more than a bonny face to run a keep. You know naught of her. And you really believe you could settle down with a woman you barely know? Brother, you rarely bed the same woman twice.”

  “I know ‘tis strange, but I have to have her.”

  Jake studied him for a moment. “You are sure this is not just the thrill of the hunt?”

  It wasn’t, was it? He shook his head firmly. “Nay, of course not, you think me a fool?”

  “Many men become fools around a beautiful lass.”

  “Och, well, not I. When have I ever lost my head around a lass?”

  “Until now? Never.”

  “I have not lost my head.”

  Jake laughed at his affronted expression. “Ha, fear not, I shall not let it be known that the calm, composed Lord of Thornewall has been brought to his knees by a mere lassie.”

  “You take pleasure in my problems, Jake?”

  “Aye, mayhap a little. Though I do not envy you Montgomery’s wrath. Watch your step, little brother, for as old as he is, he is still a fierce warrior. I would not wish to make an enemy of him.”

  “I will tread carefully, I assure you.”

  Though he suspected he would have to tread most carefully around Lucy. But one step wrong and she would deny him again. Her denial of him already made his heart ache and yet he realized that she was behaving with more sense than he was. Well, he would change that soon enough. He wanted her as mindless with lust as he was.

  Jake clasped a big hand over his shoulder and gave him a pointed look. “See that you do. I shall be returning to Greycroft on the morrow and I’ll not be here to watch your back.”

  “I know you think me incapable of managing Thornewall without you, but I have managed well enough while you have been pandering to your wife.”