Flame (44 page)

She shook her head and started quietly for
the door. As long as she kept her distance, perhaps they could
avoid meeting again for a while. In truth, right now, the incident
that had occurred in that bed embarrassed her dreadfully, and she
had no doubt he must--if he had a shred of respectability in
him--be feeling as terrible as she.

Reaching the doorway, she started to breathe
again. She had to put what happened behind her and, perhaps, they
could pretend it had never taken place. He would not mention it,
Catherine was quite certain, and she could quietly go about the
task of opening her school.

“Mistress Catherine.”

His hard voice raised the gooseflesh on the
back of her neck. She turned slowly and faced him.

“I’ve sent for the damned priest. We’ll be
wed when the cursed old fool arrives.”