Beside Two Rivers

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Dar—cy! Mar—tha!” Mari Breese waved her handkerchief as if she were swatting a fly. “Come away from there at once and join us.”

If only her aunt would not call to her, wave to her in such a flustered way, then people would not be staring and drawing conclusions. A few more paces down the hill and Darcy met Martha.

“I wish Mother would be more reserved,” Martha said, walking alongside Darcy. “Everyone is looking at us.”

“She means well. She’s a mother hen who likes her chicks around her, you know. Besides, not everyone is looking. Just that group of ladies and gentlemen within earshot.”

“Well, that is enough, I’d say. I am glad you are back. My sisters left me alone, and I grew worried about you.”

Darcy smiled as she recalled the rider’s astonished look when he happened upon her. “I returned as I left you—even though the Englishman nearly ran me over with one of Twin Oaks’ horses.”

Martha gasped. “The English gentleman?”

Darcy nodded. “Yes, the English gentleman.”

“He is reckless, Darcy, and obviously has no mind to be aware of young ladies strolling the grounds. You should have nothing more to do with him.”

The sun strengthened through the trees and she stepped into a shady spot. The cool caress of the breeze and the scent of lilacs and roses filled the air. For a moment, it distracted Darcy from thinking about Mr. Brennan.

“I think it’s time we show Miss Roth how fast our thoroughbreds are,” she heard Daniel Rhendon say to the guests gathered on the porch.

“Surely, sir, our Virginia horses are superior to what they breed in England,” said one gentleman in a gray suit. “What proof do they need?”

“Since you have no English stallions in your stable, Mr. Rhendon, I do anticipate your competition between riders,” said Miss Roth, while fanning her face with an ivory fan. Her eyes glanced sideways toward Darcy, and then moved back to the circle of men. Then from out on the lawn, a man shouted, “Here they come!”

The guests rushed to the porch rail, and some hurried out onto the lawn. Down the hill came two riders. They jumped their mounts over a hedge, gained control, and galloped at a breakneck speed past the crowd. Cheers rang out as they skidded to a halt, the horses rearing under their firm hands. Ethan dismounted along with his competitor and they shook hands.

Captain Rhendon threw up his arms with a broad smile. “I’m afraid it is a tie, ladies and gentlemen. Both gentlemen have shown exceptional horsemanship. And my horses? Well, it goes without saying how superior they are.”

Cheers and handshakes all around, the crowd dispersed back to the veranda or the shade of the trees. Darcy turned away. “We cannot judge Mr. Brennan too harshly,” she told her cousin. “He is a bold rider and that says something about his character.”

Martha guffawed. “Hmm. I’d like to know what.”

Darcy took her cousin’s hand and moved with her to a bench beneath the veranda. “I have a stone in my shoe.” At once, she drew it off and shook free a tiny pebble. She hesitated when, just above her, she heard voices and the stomp of boots across the porch. She slipped her shoe back on and looked up through the lattice above her.

With his back turned, Ethan could not see her below. She noticed flecks of mud on his boots. Sunlight alighted over the earthy color of his hair and across his broad shoulders. How would it turn the color of his eyes? Would they lighten, or be averse to the glare?

She heard him say, “Who is the young woman with the glorious hair?”

Daniel replied, “Which one? There are several—and all so pretty.”

“The one who does not wear it up, but loose down her back. Do you know her name?”

“Ah, yes. I know whom you mean.”

Martha’s mouth fell open, and Darcy pressed her finger against her cousin’s lips to silence her.

“I believe her name is Darcy. Her aunt and uncle are over there, Mr. and Mrs. Breese. I saw her once down at the river. She and her cousins were wading … a wondrous sight for any young man to behold. Hair Glorious had her dress looped up above her pretty calves.”

Ethan leaned back against the banister. “I imagine the rest of her is just as lovely.”

Darcy widened her eyes and a flutter seized her. Never had she heard a man speak of her in that fashion. How dare he say such a thing aloud, or think of me in that way.

Martha cupped her hand and whispered in Darcy’s ear. “He must be a libertine and a hedonist. Did you hear what he said about you just now?”

“I could not help hearing it.” If their paths crossed again, she determined she would get the best of him. Were not the English more reserved than this?

“Come on,” Daniel said. “We shall hunt her and that fetching cousin of hers down, and I’ll introduce you.”

Then from the corner of her eye, Darcy watched Ethan turn away. “Later.”

A coy smile tugged at her mouth, and a tinge of insult caused her eyes to narrow. “Later?” she whispered back to Martha. “I shall avoid him at all costs.”

“Girls!” Her aunt tapped her fan against the railing and leaned over another inch or two. She made a most severe motion for them to make their way above.

Martha walked ahead of Darcy, with her head erect and her gait graceful. Darcy followed her up the stairs, and as she turned to the left to join her aunt and cousin, a shadow fell over her. She stopped short, glanced up, almost bumping straight into the man who seemed bent on meeting with an accident that would embarrass them both.

His eyes fixed on her face. “Excuse me.”

“Again I am in your way, sir. I should not rush so.”

“Nor should I …”

“I am to join my aunt and cousin, so if you will excuse me.”

He turned and looked over at the lady fast approaching them. “Would you be so kind as to introduce me? After all, I may need to do some explaining to your aunt if word gets out that I almost trampled you.”

Darcy shook her head. “No, you cannot say a word of it to my aunt. You have no idea how fast she can spread a story and how twisted it will be in the end.”

He inclined his head and spoke low. “You spare me, Miss …”

The warmth of his breath caressed her cheek and the tone of his voice captivated her. He stood near and a strange sensation filled Darcy, as if he were meant to be so close, a kind of sentinel over her.

“Dear me.” Mrs. Breese put her fan between them and Darcy stepped back.

“I found one, Ethan.” Daniel Rhendon drew Martha forward, smiling. “And you the other. Mr. Ethan Brennan, may I introduce Mrs. Breese?” Darcy’s aunt dipped with her eyes lowered. “Miss Martha Breese.” Martha mimicked her mother. “And finally, Miss Darcy Morgan.”




A muscle in Ethan’s chest constricted when Daniel pronounced her name. He could not help staring at her face, at its delicate shape; could not help gazing into her vivacious eyes, and comparing them to another pair he knew. “Morgan, you say?”

Daniel gave him a slight nod. “Yes. A fine name for a fine lady.”

The twists of hair that fell over her head and along her throat were tantalizing, and Ethan found himself soaking her in with his eyes, drawing in the essence of her with each breath. Her mouth parted to speak, but faltered. An impression he had no word for suddenly swelled within him as dusky pink swept into her cheeks. He knew then that she was not accustomed to a man’s eyes being so intent upon her.

The temptation to reveal to her the secret he held tittered on his lips. But the oath he had made kept him in check. “The surname of patriots,” Ethan said.

Mrs. Breese sighed with approval. “You know our history, Mr. Brennan?”

“Only what I have read, ma’am.”

When Mrs. Breese extended her hand to him, she bumped into her charge, which caused Darcy to stand closer to Ethan. His hand touched her forearm to steady her.

“I beg your pardon, sir.” Mrs. Breese waved her hand at Darcy. “Darcy, you are too close to the gentleman. Step aside and give him room. You must excuse my niece, Mr. Brennan. She has a tendency to be in places where she should not be. Not that being in your presence is wrong, mind you. It is hot and crowded here on the porch and not suitable for lengthy conversation.”

Darcy’s lips parted when Mrs. Breese took her hand. She turned Martha by the shoulder with the other and slipped off with them into the crowd, to a less populated part of the veranda. When Darcy glanced back, something warm charged through Ethan’s heart. The year before, he had met Miss Roth on a cool summer evening at a social gathering. What he thought he felt was an attachment. But never had his heart pounded like this, nor had his blood raced so heatedly. He’d been wrong that a man could not love a woman at first sight.

She bent her head against the girl beside her. He hoped she was not telling her cousin about the near accident on the hilltop. Was she laughing at him? Forced to linger behind, he looked away, still wondering what this girl thought of him. And now that he had seen her, he could say she was in good health and happy, despite her past.

“Ethan?” Daniel Rhendon stepped alongside him. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.”

Ethan looked at him with a shake of his head. “You must forgive me. I was distracted. Yes, your horse is fine, but does not suit me.”

“What’s wrong with him? He’s spirited enough.”

“I’m not the right one to own him.”

“Why?” Daniel looked in the direction of Ethan’s glance. “Oh, is it because of Darcy? That would be nonsense.”

“The horse would remind me of how I almost killed a woman.”

“Ridiculous, Ethan. The horse is yours and at a good price. Sanchet does not belong in Virginia, but with you.”

“He’d be too good of a sire for me to take him away from your mares.”

“My mares want nothing do to with him. They prefer Allegheny, the one I call Old Al. You’ll offend me if you turn down my offer.”

Ethan hesitated and held out his hand to shake Daniel’s. “You are right. I would regret it later.”