She must certainly guard against that, but she could certainly enjoy this.

It was only a dance.

Clarissa tried to remind herself of that, but she had danced with a man so rarely. The dancing master at the school hardly counted. Last year in London, she had attended two balls, but on both occasions she had been on Lord Deverilas arm and had danced only with him. She wasnat sure if her lack of partners had been because of her own lack of charms or because of Deveril.

And here she was, dancing with a man who seemed able to generate electricity without any machine at all!

It was a lively country dance that gave little opportunity for talk, but that didnat matter. It would be an effort to be coherent. The movements allowed her to look at him, to smile at him, and to receive looks and smiles in return. They held hands, linked arms, and even came closer in some of the moves. She began to feel that she was losing contact with the wooden floor entirelya When it came to an end, she fanned herself, trying to think of something lightly coherent to say. Suddenly she found herself in a cooler spot, and realized that he had moved them into the corridor outside the ballroom.

She half opened her mouth to object, to say that she would be looked for by other partners, or by Miss Hurstman, for that matter, but then she closed it again.

What next?

She couldnat wait to find out.

The corridora"alas?a"was not completely deserted, but as they strolled along it he captured her fan, sliding the ribbon off her wrist, and began to ply it for her. The cool breeze was not adequate competition for the additional heat swirling inside her.

aWhat are you doing, Hawk?a His lips twitched. aHunting?a aPray, for politenessa sake, call it courting, sir.a aCourting? I have much practice at the hunt, but little at courtship. How should we go on?a She put on a mock flirtatious air. aPoetry would be welcome, sir. To my eyes. To my lipsaa aAh.a He ceased fanning, but only to capture her gloved hand and raise it to his lips. aSweet maid, your lips I long to kiss / To seal to mine in endless bliss / Let but your eyes send welcome here / And I, your swain, will soon be near.a His lips pressed, and she resented her silk gloves, which muted the effect. aA sweet rhyme, but it comes rather easily to you, sir.a His eyes lit with laughter. aAlas, it is commonly used. Written on a scrap of paper and slipped to a lady.a aNot always with proper intentions? Tut, tut! Let me think what I can contribute.a Her hand still in his, she recited, aO noble man, tall, chaste, and bold / So like a gallant knight of old / Turn on me once, lest I expire / Those sapphire orbs filled with manly fire.a He laughed, covering his face for a moment with his free hand. aManly fire?a aAnd sapphire orbs,a she agreed. aThough I feel obliged to confess that the original was obsidian.a aAh. That probably explains the achastea too.a Clarissa blushed, though heaven knows shead not expected him to be inexperienced. aHe was one of my friendas brothers, and I was twelve. Itas a very romantic age, twelve.a aAnd youare so old and shriveled now.a She looked into his teasing eyes and quickly, before she lost courage, drew his hand to her lips for a kiss. Warm skin, firm flesh and bone. A hint of cologne anda him.

Remembering that they were not alone, she hastily dropped his hand, grabbed her fan, and fanned herself frantically.

aIt is hot, isnat it?a He put a hand at her elbow and moved her sideways.

Into a room.

She stopped fanning, though she was certainly no cooler. It was a small withdrawing room set with armchairs, and with copies of magazines and newspapers available. At the moment it was deserted.

He made no attempt to shut the door. If he had, she thought she would have objected despite her riveted fascination.

To be compromised would be disastrous, she tried to remind herself, but a part of her simply didnat care.

That part seemed to be the one in control. And the door, after all, was wide open.

aMajor?a she said as a light query.

aHawk,a he reminded her.

aHawk.a But she blushed. The word seemed wicked, here, alone.

He touched her lips. aYou only have to fly away, my dear.a She met his eyes, her heart thundering. aI know.a He took her hand and drew her across the room. When he stopped, she realized that they were no longer visible to anyone in the corridor.

But the door was still opena Then he raised her chin with his knuckles, and kissed her.

It was a light kissa"a mere pressure of his lips against hersa"and yet it sent a shiver of delight through her.

Her first kiss!

But then she stiffened. Not her first. Deveril had been her first. A memory of vomit made her pull back.

He stood absolutely still. aYou do not like to be kissed?a Then, perceptively, he added, aDeveril?a Her silence was all the answer he needed. aWhat a shame he is already dead.a aYou would have killed him for me?a aWith pleasure.a He was serious. And he was a soldier. The idea of having a champion, a man ready to defend her with his life, was even more seductive than kisses. It was too soon, ridiculously too soon, but she wanted this man.

aLord Deveril was murdered, I understand,a he said. aI donat suppose it was you, was it?a The seductive mist froze into horror. aNo!a He caught her arm before she could run away. aIt was a joke, Falcon, but I see itas no matter for humor.a The touch turned into a caress. aYou must forgive a soldier still rough from the war.a She was struck dumb by fear of saying the wrong thing, and by the tender pleasure of his hand against her arm, her shoulder, her necka aIf I were persuaded into marriage with a person I disliked,a he said, aand had unpleasant kisses forced upon me, I would do away with the offender.a aBut youare a man.a aWomen are capable of violence too, you know.a Lulled, relaxed, she said, aYes. Yes, they are.a As soon as the words escaped, she knew she had finally said too much. It shouldnat matter. It was of no significance to him. But she had said too much.

Making herself be calm, she moved away from his touch, wondering whether to spill more words to cover what shead said. No. aWe must return to the dance. As I said, Major, I do not plan to create a scandal.a Even to her own ears it sounded brittle.

He merely said, aOf course.a But as they moved toward the door, he put his hand on the small of her back. She felt it there through silka"possession and promise.

She had overreacted. Head been joking, teasing.

And, as shead decided before, her future husband would not want the truth about Deverilas death to come out. Perhaps it was her sacred duty to marry him!

As they moved into the corridor, he linked their arms again. aYou mustnat let one man have such a victory over you, Falcon. You are entitled to enjoy kisses, and kisses are not so very wicked.a He waited until she looked at him, then added, aI hope you will soon let me show you how pleasant they can be.a She was tempted to move back out of sight for an immediate demonstration, but she made herself be sensible and return to the ballroom. For one thing, she had another partner waiting. For another, she needed time and peace to think this all through.

A hollowness ached in her, however. Harmless as it had been, she should not have said that about a woman and violence. Nor should she have panicked at a joke about her killing Deveril.

Could she not engage in simple conversation without perilous shards of truth slipping out?

She danced one later set with the major, and it was the supper dance, but she made sure that afterward they stayed with a group. He didnat seem to mind. He was, she was sure, a very patient hunter, and if he felt confident, it was hardly surprising.

As they returned home, Miss Hurstman said, aI warned you, Clarissa, about slipping off into anterooms.a Foolish to hope that the dragon had not noticed. aIt was hot in the ballroom.a aThat is the usual excuse. If youad been gone any longer I would have found you.a Clarissa sighed. aIam sorry, Miss Hurstman, but Major Hawkinville was a perfect gentleman.a It wasnat really a lie.

aSo I would hope, but have a care. I have no doubt he has an eye on your fortune.a aNor do I.a The coach drew up in Broad Street and they climbed down. aBut tell me, Miss Hurstman, which of my partners tonight did not?a Althea exclaimed, aClarissa!a but Miss Hurstman, consistently honest, made no rebuttal.

Althea would have liked to chatter about the evening, but for once Clarissa claimed a headache and even accepted a little laudanum in the hope that it would still the whirling doubts and questions in her head.

It worked, but in the morning all the doubts and questions were still there, along with the acceptance of a simple fact. Hawk Hawkinville was winning. She was beginning to fall in love with him.

Chapter Nine.

As they sat at a late breakfast the next morning, a note came from Lady Vandeimen inviting Clarissa and Althea to walk with her. Miss Hurstman made no objection and remarked that Maria Vandeimen would be a strict chaperone. aShe was spun off her feet by a handsome opportunist once.a aA fortune hunter?a Clarissa asked.

aThere are different types of fortunes.a aWhat was hers?a aHer blood. Celestin had money and wanted the entree. But it wasnat her, you see. It could have been anyone of high enough birth.a Clarissa nodded, understanding the warning. aYes, I see.a As expected, when Lady Vandeimen arrived, she was accompanied by her husband, the Amleighs, and Major Hawkinville.

Hawk.

And the question was, Did he simply want money, or was there something of her about it?

Clarissa was not at all surprised when Althea ended up walking with the Amleighs, leaving her to Hawkas escort. Nor could she regret it. One thing was certaina" she could not make any kind of decision without learning more about Hawk Hawkinville, and the lessons were perfectly delightful.

It was not a delightful day, being overcast and somewhat chilly. But as Lady Vandeimen had remarked when shead arrived, in this unsettled summer, overcast was a pleasant alternative to rain. The weather had given Clarissa the opportunity to wear a very stylish Prussian blue spencer with bronze braid and frogs, so that was a silver lining.

As they paused to look at the unused bathing machines, however, she said, aI wish the weather would turn warmer. I might brave the water.a aDo you swim?a She looked at him. aNot at all. But the dippers take care of the bathers, donat they?a aAnd keep to the shallows.a He turned to lean back against the wooden railing. A deliberate ploy, surely, to make her breathless at the long, lean length of him, and the strength that was clear, even when he was at rest.

A ploy did not mean that any of it was false. Shead met any number of men in the past days, many of them handsome, but none had the power over her that this man seemed to have.

aWe have a river back home,a he said. aThe Eden. Perhaps I will take you there to swim one day.a aPerhaps.a She tried for the same light manner but feared her feelings must show. aBut can I trust you not to lead me into deep water?a His slight smile acknowledged the double entendre. aYou canat really swim in the shallows.a aI canat really swim at all.a aI could teach you.a aOr drown me.a His brows rose. aO ye of little faith.a aO me of great caution, Major.a Lord above, but this verbal play alone could seduce her into folly, never mind all his other charms.

aHawk,a he reminded her.

aVery well, Hawk. I wonder where the others are,a she asked, looking back.

aNervous?a he murmured.

aOf course not.a Yet the mere suggestion had stirred nerves within her. The others were only a few yards away, speaking to another party. There were people all around. There was nothing to fear, except the reactions inside herself, which seemed to be rapidly spinning out of control.

aPerhaps you should be nervous.a She swiveled back to face him. aWhy?a aBecause we are already in deep water. Canat you tell?a Oh, yes. aWe are in public on the Marine Parade in Brighton.a aEven soaa The others joined them then, and Clarissa could only be glad. She wasnat sure she had a coherent response to make.

aThe Pytchleys were just speaking of the fair,a Maria Vandeimen said. aThey say it is very amusing. Lord Vandeimen and I are thinking of driving out there this afternoon. Perhaps you would care to come if you are free, Miss Greystone, Miss Trist.a aThe fair?a Clarissa asked, trying to surface from deep waters.

aOut on the Downs,a Lord Vandeimen said. aA little wild, but perfectly safe with good escorts.a She couldnat help but look at Hawk.

What if the escorts were a little wild?

aI will have to ask Miss Hurstman,a she said.

When asked, Miss Hurstman again made no objection, though to Clarissa she did not seem entirely happy.

aBe sure to stay with your party,a she said to both of them, though it seemed to be directed particularly at Clarissa.

The sun broke through the clouds as the two open carriages rolled up to the sprawling fairground set up on the Downs. Clarissa looked back toward the town spread out before them, with the silvery sea beyond, then turned to the gaudy, hurly-burly jumble of the fair.

aYour eyes are sparkling, Miss Greystone,a said Hawk from his seat opposite her.

aIave never been to a fair before.a He smiled. aThen Iam particularly glad Maria had this fancy.a They were sharing the vehicle with Lord and Lady Vandeimen, while Althea came behind with the Amleighs and Lord Amleighas secretary, Mr. de Vere. Clarissa hoped he wouldnat catch Altheaas fancy. He could hardly have a fortune, and seemed mischievous.

They descended from the carriages and headed for the first tents, but they had to pick their way, for the ground was soft after the wet weather and much trampled. This meant that Clarissa must keep a firm hold on Hawkas arm, which did not displease her at all.

aWhat fairground pleasure most appeals?a he asked her.

aI donat know. Everything!a He laughed, and they paused at a miniature model of Paris, complete with a glassy River Seine.

aIs it true to life?a Clarissa asked.

aYes, it seems to be,a he said, dropping a coin in the box there, aexcept that Versailles is not so close.a She looked at him. aYou must have seen many countries.a aNot so many. My service was confined to Europe.a She looked at another model, which claimed to be Rome. aI would like to travel. I would like to see Spain, and Italy, and the ruins of Greece.a aWhen you have your fortune and your independence, there will be nothing to stop you.a aTrue.a But she knew she was not brave enough to wander the world alone. A weakness, but it must be faced. Coming to Brighton was enough of an adventure for her so far.

There was a more popular display, but their party wandered past it without a close look. Clarissa peered and saw that it was a representation of the Battle of Waterloo.

No wonder. But it amazed her to think that their urbane escorts had, not long ago, been part of that dire and desperate affair.

Had killed.

She glanced at Lord Vandeimen of the smooth and silky blond haira"though there was that scar.

Lord Amleigh was more saturnine, but when he smiled, dimples showed.

No one would think that smiling de Vere had been to war. As for Hawk, he looked as if he would hate to have his clothes disarranged, and yet he had been a hero at least once, according to Lord Trevor. And even if he hadnat raised a sword at Waterloo, head been there, among the carnage.

She realized how little she really knew of him. She must be careful.

For the moment, however, she was reveling in innocent fun. They all progressed merrily from sideshows to trials of skill to prizewinning animals. The men teasingly encouraged the ladies to try their hands at everything, applauding successes and commiserating with failures. Lady Amleigh proved to have a very good throwing arm at the coconut shy, and Lady Vandeimen was skilled at archery. Clarissa had no such skills, but she managed a lucky roll at dice, which doubled her sixpence to a shilling, and Althea hooked a cork fish with a little fishing pole to win a carved fan.

They paused outside a black tent spangled with golden stars. aMadame Mystique,a said Lord Vandeimen. aSheas the latest sensation here in Brighton. Would any of you ladies like to have your fortune told?a Althea said an emphatic no, and the other ladies both made a laughing comment about already having their excellent fortune. Clarissa was tempted, but she didnat want to be the only one, so she said no as well, and they moved on to the next stall, where sticky buns were for sale. The men hailed this as if they were starving, and soon they all had a bun in their hands, though the ladies had to remove their gloves first.

aThis feels wonderfully wicked,a Clarissa declared, licking sweetness from around her lips.

aWicked?a Hawk asked.

aStanding in a public place eating, and eating so messily! Miss Mallory would definitely not approve.a He smiled. aWe can be a great deal more wicked than this, I assure you, Falcon. But perhaps just as sweetly.a The others were laughing together and trying to clean sticky fingers. Clarissa savored her last mouthful, looking at him, thinking about the tantalizingly light kiss theyad enjoyed.

aPerhaps you are a devil that tempts rather than a hawk that hunts.a aAny good hunter knows to lure his prey. And the devil hunts souls, thatas for sure.a aTo their destruction.a aTrue.a Then he grasped her wrist and inspected her hand. For a heart-stopping moment, she thought he would start to lick her fingers clean, but instead he drew her toward some enterprising children who were offering a handwashing service next to the bun stall.

She staggered. His warm, firm fingers were light against her skin, but they were there, sending her nerves jumping.

He let her go, and Clarissa found herself clasping the wrist his fingers had circled, aware of her own frantically pounding pulse.

One smiling girl took his penny, and a second poured cool water over Clarissaas hands into a bowl. A third offered soap, and Clarissa rubbed away the stickiness, but was careful not to wash her wrist. She wanted the memory of his touch.

A fourth child, a pretty red-haired urchin, offered a towel, and Clarissa dried her hands while watching the other members of the party follow. This was all innocent fun, but something stronger beat beneath it. She knew it, and knew it to be dangerous, but she couldnat resist.

Then she was snapped out of her dreamy thoughts by a spot of rain.

She realized that the sun had disappeared again, and a heavier layer of dark clouds was sliding in. The rain was only a hint on the air at the moment, but Lord Vandeimen said, aBack to the carriages, I think.a No one protested, though Clarissa wanted to. What would have happened next?

Lady Amleigh said, aI do wish that volcano had kept its head!a To which her husband responded, aPerhaps it was in love.a The look in his eye and the ladyas blush said it had special meaning for them. Clarissa wondered what it would be like to have that sort of private connection, that sort of love.

It was beginning to seem a prize worth more than a mere fortune.

A number of people had the same idea of leaving the fair, but then, as the rain held off, some turned back. Suddenly there was a swirling crowd that reminded her of the riot in Cheltenham.

Hawk put his arm around her and held her close. aDonat worry. Thereas limitless space here, so it canat become a deadly crush.a All the same, they were jostled a little, and he eased them between two stalls and into more open space. Clarissa couldnat help noticing that the other couples had gone in another direction.

Accident, or design?

She glanced at him, not at all nervous. Head mentioned her going apart with him. She was ready to find out what it involved. She glanced at the darkening sky, praying that the storm would hold off for a while.

Then the wind squalled, almost flinging her skirts up. She fought to hold them down. aI think the stormas about to hit!a she called, in case his wicked purposes had blinded him to nature.

aI know.a He glanced around, then said, aCome on!a His arm around her, he ran toward a large tent. The rain hit like a gray sheet just as they made it to safety.

It was a rough stable with lines of tethered horses, many of them moving restively with the storm. They became even more agitated as people rushed and staggered in in various states of wetness.

A couple of grooms tried to stop the invasion, but it was no good. The rain was coming down in torrents, driven hard by the wind, and the ground outside was already a swamp.