If I Fall
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IF I FALL
If I Fall
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ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
To my brother-in-law Andy, who has instilled
in my nieces and nephew the importance of
intermittent swashbuckling.
And to my writing friends, my partners in
caffeinated desperation, who frequently kept me
from throwing my laptop across the coffee shop.
Prologue
January 1823
S
HE
liked the ring on her hand. She liked the emerald glitter; she liked the weight of the gold band. She liked the way it felt there, solid and right, and the fact that her sisters and all her friends admired it with enthusiastic jealousy. But more than the ring, Sarah Forrester liked the man who gave it to her, and what he had said when he did.
“This belonged to my mother,” he’d rasped, looking up at her lovingly from his kneeling state—or at least she assumed it was lovingly, her vision was a bit watery at the time. “She wore it every day of her marriage. Over thirty years.” He smiled, with a charm that was rakish and kind all at once, and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you think we can match that?”
And now, as all of their family and friends, acquaintances, and people she didn’t even know but her parents wished to gloat to were gathered in the house in London, dressed in their finest silks and satins, cooing over her ring, Sarah Forrester only wanted one thing to make the night perfect: the man of her dreams standing by her side.
Amid all the music and dancing, she spotted him. He
looked bemusedly harried, as if he, too, was a little overwhelmed by the whole thing. Jason. Her heart did that strange, happy flip she was slowly becoming accustomed to every time she saw him. His red hair made him easy to spot, as did the crowd of people that naturally gravitated to her future bridegroom. His easy, befuddled charm endeared him easily to all around him. And to those who it did not, his dukedom surely did the trick. A fact he knew, but rarely capitalized on. Really, most of the time Jason was … just Jason. Teasing and kind, occasionally melancholy but he came out of it quick enough. Whenever she came over and smiled at him, he would smile back. He was, admittedly, a little bragish, but held in check by those whom he loved.
A number that now included Sarah, she thought with a thrill.
“Oh, let us see it again!” Amanda cried, her round face lit up with glee. Sarah’s youngest sister may not have grown into her full, remarkable height yet, nor had she lost all of her youthful plumpness, but she was already getting eyes from several young gentlemen. At fifteen, she was on the border of acceptability to be out in society, and since it was her sister’s engagement ball, Amanda had wheedled and argued with their parents that
surely
there was no harm in letting her attend.
“Mandy…”
One desperate look from her burgeoning-on-adulthood sister had Sarah correcting herself. “I mean,
Amanda
. You are being ridiculous,” Sarah replied through a smile. “You’ve already seen it a thousand times!”
“But Miss Brooks hasn’t, and neither has Miss Croft, have you?” Amanda turned to the two young ladies beside her. They were marginally older than Amanda, but eager to follow the enthusiastic girl in her demands, and shook their heads vigorously.
Sarah sighed, and proffered her left hand. The emerald was oohed and aahed over; Miss Brooks even gave a dutiful squeal. Strange. Utterly strange, the way this ring affected everyone around her. Including herself.
Because of its size. Because of its sparkle.
Because of what it meant.
She looked up again, sought out the red hair in the menagerie of the guffawing gentlemen across the room, only to find it missing. She scanned, searched … there he was, by the terrace doors. He looked to be making an escape, but before he could, he was looking over the crowd, scanning, searching … and found her eyes.
He waved a hand in front of his face.
I’m hot!
his gesture said.
She rolled her eyes and repeated the gesture.
Goodness, me, too!
Come on, then
. He nodded toward the terrace door with a mischievous smile.
Lord did she want out of this pack of young girls and into his arms, but…
