A Simple Case of Seduction

While the grounds lacked the grandeur of Elton Park, there was something intimate about the space, something warm and welcoming that soothed the soul. If Daphne owned such a special place, she would never leave.

The pagoda was more a circular Roman-inspired temple. From t

here, she could see the elaborate fountain made up of statues of bare-breasted women cradling cherubs. She saw him then. Seated on a bench.

Daphne’s heart fluttered up to her throat.

It took a tremendous effort not to pick up her skirt and run. But she was not sure why he’d called her to the house, and could not presume it was good news.

Hearing her approach, he jumped to his feet. Even though she could remember every line on his face, nothing her mind conjured compared to how wonderful it was to see him in the flesh.

“You came.” He stepped forward and took hold of her hands by way of a greeting. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Regardless what I told you in Hyde Park, I am always available should you need me.” She wanted to kiss him, to take him in her arms, hold him tight and never let go.

“I’ve made a mess of things,” he said solemnly. “With you. With this house. I turned my back on everything that mattered. This house was once filled with love. One only has to walk through the gardens to see the evidence of it.”

“I feel nothing but love as I stand here admiring the spectacular view,” she said softly, her gaze fixed on him.

A smile touched his lips. “My mother’s inability to cope with the pain of loss turned it into a house of despair. A place where I was encouraged to strive to be that which I am not.”

Daphne wanted to understand him. “Do you speak of her need to prove your legitimacy?”

He seemed shocked at the depth of her knowledge. “One cannot fight the truth. My parents were not married. No amount of cajoling and persuading will ever change that. My father’s family follow a rigid set of rules. Other than a striking similarity to the man my mother insists is my father, there is no proof to support her claim.”

“Is that why you stay away? Why you spend your life solving other people’s problems, finding other people’s proof?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I am only just learning to process thoughts I’ve long since buried.”

Daphne scanned the breathtaking panorama and inhaled the smell of freshly cut grass. “Do you think you might stay here from time to time? A spell in the country is like a rejuvenating tonic. And it’s so beautiful here, so clean and quiet.”

“That all depends.”

“On what?” Her heart was beating so fast it echoed in her ears.

“On you.” Daniel stepped closer. “Stay here with me. I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this without you.”

Tears welled in her eyes. To build a life with this man was the only thing she wanted. “What of your work in London? Will you not take another case?”

“I could not give up my work completely.” He smiled. “I have decided to become a farmer. Someone has to help find the lost lambs.”

She doubted she could love him any more than she did at that moment. “I’m sure there are terrible crimes committed in rural areas. I hear the locals are still trying to determine who left mud in the pew last Sunday.”

Daniel laughed, but then his smile faded. “I have loved you from the moment I met you. I once asked you to marry me without giving the matter much thought, but I’ll not make that mistake again.”

Daphne inhaled sharply.

“So now I am asking you to be my wife,” he continued. “To lie with me at night, to be my constant companion. I am asking you to love me and in return know that I will love, honour and protect you until the day I die.”

Joy burst forth in a torrent of tears. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Does that mean you accept?” he said dragging his mouth away.

“Of course I accept.” She kissed him once again just for good measure, told him she loved him ten times or more. “It will mean mastering a new weapon, though I doubt a scythe is as deadly as a blade.”

“You once told me your weapon of choice is your mouth. I’d consider mastering that before moving on to anything else.” A wicked grin formed on his lips. “I’m more than happy to offer myself as your tutor.”

“And are your hands not said to be your greatest asset? If we work together I feel we shall make an excellent team.”