"Give me a fortnight," he said quickly. "You and I alone, here in the guesthouse. Live with me, as my partner."

"Why?" she asked, startled.

His arms crossed his chest. "I intend to wed you."

"What?" Suddenly dizzy, Elizabeth backed away with hand to throat. Tripping on her skirts, she fell to her knees. "You've gone mad," she cried.

His mouth curved in a bitter smile. "I t seems so, yes."

Her breath coming in unsteady pants, Elizabeth leaned forward, her fingers sinking into the damp sand. She didn't look at him. She couldn't.

"Whatever made you conceive of such a ridiculous notion? You've no wish to marry, nor do I ."

"Not true. I must wed. And you and I suit."

She swallowed hard, her stomach roiling. "Physically, perhaps. But l.u.s.t fades. In no time at all you'll grow weary of a wife and seek your pleasures elsewhere."

"I f you are equally bored, you won't be disturbed."

Furious, she grabbed handfuls of sand and threw them at his chest. "Go to h.e.l.l!"

He laughed, shaking out his sweater with maddening nonchalance. "Jealousy is a possessive emotion, love. You'll have to wed me if you want the right to feel that way."

Elizabeth searched his face, looking for deceit and found nothing but cool impa.s.sivity. His face, so breathtaking, revealed nothing of his thoughts. The determined line of his jaw, however, was achingly familiar. "I don't wish to marry again."

"Consider the benefits." Marcus held out his hand and ticked off with his fingers. "Elevated rank. Great wealth. I will afford you the same independence you enjoyed with Hawthorne. And you'll have me in your bed, a prospect you should find vastly appealing."

"Conceited rogue. Allow us to discuss the negatives as well. You thrive on danger. You are eager to die. And you're too b.l.o.o.d.y d.a.m.n arrogant."

Grinning, he held out his hand and helped her to her feet. "I ask for a fortnight to change your mind. I f I cannot, I 'll leave you in peace and never bother you again. I 'll resign from this mission and another agent will protect you."

She shook her head. "The situation here is far different than our life would be under normal circ.u.mstances. There is little danger for you around here."

"True," he admitted. "But perhaps I can make the rest of your life so pleasant that my work with Eldridge will be of less consequence."

"Impossible!"

"A fortnight," he urged. "I t's all I ask. You owe me that much, at least."

"No." The gleam in his eye could not be mistaken. "I know what you want."

Marcus met her gaze squarely. "I won't touch you. I swear it."

"You lie."

His brow rose. "You doubt I can restrain myself? I shared a bed with you last night and didn't make love to you. I a.s.sure you, I have controlover my baser needs."

Elizabeth chewed her lower lip, weighing her options. To be free of him forever...

"You will find another room?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You promise not to make any advances?"

"I promise." His mouth curved wickedly. "When you want me, you'll have to ask me."

She bristled at his arrogance. "What do you hope to accomplish by this?"

He came toward her and when he spoke, his voice was tender. "We already know you enjoy me in your bed. I intend to prove you will enjoy having me in the rest of your life as well. I 'm not always so tiresome. In fact, some would say I 'm quite pleasant."

"Why me?" she asked plaintively, her hand sheltering her racing heart. "Why marriage?"

Marcus shrugged. "'The time is right' would be the simplest answer. I enjoy your company, despite how often you are obstinate and disagreeable."

When she shook her head, he frowned. "You said yes once before."

"That was before I knew about the agency."

His tone deepened, became cajoling. "Don't you wish to manage your own household again? Wouldn't you like to have children? Build a family? Surely you don't wish to be alone forever."

Startled, she stared at him with wide eyes. Marcus Ashford discussing children? The longing that washed over her so unexpectedly scared her to death.

"You want an heir." She looked away to hide her reaction.

"I want you. The heir and other progeny would be added delights."

Her eyes flew to meet his again. Fl.u.s.tered by his nearness and his determination, Elizabeth turned toward the path in the cliffs.

"Do we have an agreement?" he called after her, remaining behind.

"Yes," she threw over her shoulder, her voice carried by the wind. "A fortnight, then you are out of my life."

His satisfaction was a palpable thing and she ran from it.

Elizabeth reached the top of the cliff and fell to her knees. Marriage. The word choked her throat and made her dizzy, leaving her panting for air like a swimmer too long under water. Marcus's will was a force to be reckoned with. What the devil was she to do now that he'd set his mind on marriage again?

Lifting her head, she looked toward the livery with aching longing. I t would be such a relief to go, to leave the turmoil behind.

But she discarded the idea. Marcus would come for her, he would track her down as long as she still wanted him. And no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to hide the depth and breadth of her attraction.

Therefore, the only way to be rid of his attentions was to accept the bargain he offered. Marcus would have to end his pursuit of his own accord. There was no other way the obstinate man would quit.

Wearily resolved, Elizabeth stood and made her way toward the guesthouse. She would have to move carefully. He knew her too well. The slightest intimation that she was uneasy and he would pounce, pressing his advantage with his customary ruthlessness. She would have to be relaxed and indifferent. I t was the only solution.

Satisfied she had a reasonable plan of action, she quickened her pace.

Meanwhile, Marcus lingered on the beach and wondered at his sanity. G.o.d help him, he wanted her still. Wanted her more than before. He'd once hoped to satisfy his need and finally be done with her. Now he prayed his aching need would never end, the pleasure was too great to forfeit.

I f only he'd known the trap that awaited him in her arms. But there had been no way to know. With all his experience, he still could never have imagined the searing rapture of Elizabeth's bed or the ever-growing need he had to tame her and pin her beneath him, as lost to his desire as he was.

Picking up a rock from the pile Elizabeth left behind, he tossed it into the water. He'd created quite a challenge for himself. Her one vulnerability had always been their desire for each other. Naked and sated, Elizabeth was soft and open to discussion. Now he was denied seduction to achieve his ends. He would have to woo her like a gentleman, something he'd never managed even the first time.

But should he succeed, he would thwart Eldridge's plan to replace him and prove to one and all that Elizabeth was his. There would be nodoubt.

Marriage. He shuddered. I t had finally happened. The woman had driven him insane.

"I want to see where you're taking me."

"No," Marcus whispered in her ear, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. "I t would not be a surprise if you knew."

"I 'm not fond of surprises," Elizabeth complained.

"Well, you will have to become accustomed, sweet, because I am full of them."

She snorted and he laughed, his heart as light as the afternoon breeze. "Ah, love. Much as you wish it weren't so, you adore me."

Her lush mouth curved in a smile, the ends of her lips touching the underside of the blindfold that blocked her vision. "Your conceit knows no bounds."

She shrieked as he hefted her into the air, and then sank to his knees. He set her down on the blanket he'd spread earlier and removed her blindfold, watching expectantly as she blinked against the sudden bright light.

With the help of the duke's staff, he'd arranged a picnic, selecting a field of wild gra.s.s just over the rise from the main manor. She'd been unnaturally tense since their talk on the beach that morning and he knew something unexpected was warranted if he wished to make headway.

"This is lovely," she exclaimed, her eyes wide and filled with pleasure. Sans the a.s.sistance of an abigail and unwilling to let him help her dress, Elizabeth was forced to attire herself in a startlingly simple gown. With her hair uncoiffed and tied back from her face, there was nothing to compete with the singular beauty of her features.

Basking in the glow of her surprise, Marcus silently agreed with her sentiment. Elizabeth was breathtaking, her fine features lovingly shielded by the wide brim of her straw hat.

Smiling, he reached into the basket and withdrew a bottle of wine. He filled a gla.s.s and handed it to her, the touch of her fingers against his sending a frisson of awareness up his spine.

"I 'm pleased you approve," he murmured. "I t's only my second attempt at formal courtship." His gaze lifted to hers. "I 'm a bit nervous, truth be told."

"You?" She arched a brow.

"Yes, love." Marcus lay on his back and stared up at the summer sky. "I t's distressing to think I may be refused. I was more confident the first time around."

Elizabeth laughed, a soft joyful sound that brought a smile to his face. "You shall find another, far more suitable candidate. A young woman who will worship your remarkable handsomeness and charm, and be far more biddable."

"I would never marry a woman such as you describe. I much prefer pa.s.sionate, uneven-tempered seductresses like yourself."

"I am not a seductress!" she protested, and he laughed with delight.

"You certainly were the other evening. The way you arched your brow and bit your lip before f.u.c.king me senseless. I vow, I 've never seen anything as seductive. And the way you look when you-"

"Tell me about your family," she interrupted, her cheeks flushing. "How are Paul and Robert?"

He glanced sidelong at her, relishing the view of her against the natural backdrop, freed from the constraints of society. The tall gra.s.s around them flowed like waves of water in the gentle breeze, filling the air with the scent of warm earth and salty sea. "They are well. They inquire about you, as does my mother."

"Do they? I am surprised, but pleased they don't resent me overmuch. They should venture out more. I t has been almost a fortnight since they arrived, and yet they've not attended one social function."

"Robert still has no interest whatsoever in social pursuits. Paul prefers his club. He spends most of his time there. And my mother has to order new gowns every Season, and refuses to be seen until they are finished." His grin was fond. "Heaven forbid that she be seen in a gown from last year."

She smiled. "Is Robert still the spitting image of you?"

"So I 've been told."

"You don't think so?"

"No. The resemblance is there, but no more than one would expect. And Paul remains as different from me as you are from your brother." Hereached for her hand and linked his fingers with hers, needing the physical connection. She tugged, but he held fast. "You will see for yourself soon enough."

She wrinkled her nose. "You seem quite confident in your ability to win my hand."

"I cannot think otherwise. Now tell me you wrote Barclay about your location."

"Yes, of course. He would be frantic, and unbearable company for Margaret if I had not."

They lapsed into silence and Marcus enjoyed their rare accord, content to experience the daylight hours with her.

"What are you contemplating so seriously?" he asked after a time.

"My mother." She sighed. "William says she loved the coast. We used to visit here often and play in the sand. He tells stories of her lifting the hem of her skirts and dancing across the beach with our father."

"You don't remember?"

Her fingers tightened fractionally on his and lifting her gla.s.s, she took a large swallow of wine. Her gaze moved to the distant cliffs and her voice, when it came, was soft and faraway. "Sometimes I think I recall her scent or the tone of her voice, but I cannot be certain."

"I 'm sorry," he soothed, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand.

She sighed. "Perhaps it's for the best that she's only a fleeting impression. William remembers her, and it saddens him. I t's why he's so protective, I think. Her illness progressed so quickly, it took us all by surprise. My father especially."

There was an unusual edge to Elizabeth's voice when she referred to her father. Marcus rolled to his side and rested his head in his hand, maintaining his casual pose while studying her intently. "Your father never remarried."

She returned his gaze, a small frown marring the s.p.a.ce between her brows. "He loved my mother too much to ever take another wife. He still loves her."

Marcus considered the Earl of Langston's libidinous reputation. This in turn led him to consider his own dislike of romantic entanglements.

"Tell me about your father," he urged, curious. "As often as I 've spoken with him, I still know precious little about him."

"You are probably better acquainted with him than I . My resemblance to my mother is painful, so he avoids me. I often think he would have been best served by never falling in love. Lord knows the sentiment brought him precious little happiness and a lifetime of regret."

There was a sadness in her eyes and a firmness to her lips that betrayed her distress. He wanted to pull her into his arms and comfort her, so he did just that, rising to a seated position and pulling her against his chest. Tossing aside the obtrusive hat, he pressed a kiss to her neck and breathed in her scent. Together, they faced the ocean.

"I worried about my mother when my father pa.s.sed on," Marcus murmured, his hands caressing the length of her arms. "I was not certain she could live without him. Like your parents, mine also had a love match. But she is a strong woman and she recovered. While she most likely won't marry again, my mother has found contentment without a spouse."

"So have I ," Elizabeth said softly.

Reminders of how she didn't need him would not benefit his cause. He had to win her before she learned of Eldridge's decision. Reluctantly pulling away, Marcus removed her gla.s.s from stiff fingers and topped it up. "Are you hungry?"