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her how to muster the nerve to
ride in a carriage again. For some reason, she had trusted him with her secret.
She had slipped away as though going on a visit to a distant relative. But she
had gone into isolation with Jon and he had worked so hard to help her overcome
her fear of horses.
    Now Jon pulled her
against his tall, hard-muscled frame. The fragrance of his shaving soap clung
to him. The sense of his strength soaked through her.
    He reached into his
pocket then held up a shiny red apple. “Care to do the honours?”
    “Oh, I don’t know…”
    “You must make
friends with Hades.”
    She laughed, weakly.
“Hades, your first love.”
    He tightened his arm
about her waist. “You mustn’t be jealous, my love.”
    She turned her head,
enough to give him an arch look. “I know what I saw.”
    He chuckled, the
sound echoing deep through his body. “But you are first in my heart, after
Hades.”
    “Ohh!” she cried,
struggling against his hold.
    He squeezed her
harder, preventing her escape. “You must accept your place, wench.”
    The press of his
swelling loins against her back told her that for the moment, she was very much
in first place with him. He nipped at her neck.
    The feel of his
virility, his power, sent atavistic thrills through her and she forgot
everything but the sensation of being young and in love. He made her feel so
different than she had ever felt in her life. His presence made it so easy for
her to be girlish, to be playful.
    “No!” she squealed
and increased her struggles. She’d learned that it was better to move about in
a frantic flurry of short manoeuvres than to try and push away from him.
    And with one hand
holding the apple and an arm about her waist, it would be that much harder for
him to maintain his hold.
    His deep laughter
resounded through the stable. “Trying to hold you is like trying to manage a
sack of hissing cats.”
    Thus engaged, they
danced away from Hades and moved about the small space and for a few moments,
it appeared she just might get away from him this time. But he put the apple
back in his pocket and then, somehow, she found herself turned about with her
back against the stable wall.
    He wrapped his hand
about her throat, gently. “Behave yourself, wench.”
    Her heart pounded
from the exertion and her mouth was dry now from anticipation. The fluttery,
tickling sensation in her stomach made her giggle.
    “You know the
terrible things that can happen to a wench in the stables,” he said, pressing
his erection against her stomach, “when she finds herself alone with the
master.”
    She caught her breath
and tried to pantomime dismay, but another wave of excitement threw her into
breathless giggles.
    A masculine cough
sounded, distantly. But close enough that Jon released her and stepped back.
“Do you think you can behave for the sake of the servants?”
    She swallowed her
laughter. “I’ll try.”
    “Come now.” He pulled
the apple out again. “Hades is very gentle. And he told me he thinks you are a
lovely lady. He’d like to receive an apple from a pretty lady more than he’d
like to receive one from me.”
    “Is that a fact?”
    “It is an absolute
fact. He was born a warrior but he is a gentleman at heart.”
    “I hate to disappoint
a gentleman.” She took the apple but she was shaking all over. She stared at
the animal’s massive black head and contemplated the powerful-looking jaws.
Everything inside her shrank away from the very thought of getting closer. How
could she possibly do this?
    Jon moved behind her,
clasping her shoulders. He bent and kissed the side of her cheek. “I have you.”
    She wanted to show
him how brave she was. She wanted his respect. Moreover, she needed the small
victory for herself. Tremulously, she held the apple out to Hades. The stallion
brought his head closer. Her mouth went dry and a chill shuddered straight
through her, it seemed particularly centred in her jawbones and rocking into
her skull, down her