Once Upon A Regency Christmas: On a Winter's Eve / Marriage Made at Christmas / Cinderella's Perfect Christmas

‘Good morning. I am riding, too, if you can shorten another set of reins for me.’ He stared at her, looking remarkably like Giles for a second. Man confused by woman, she thought with an inward grin and took the reins, led the horse to the mounting block and pushed back the rug over its rump before she swung a leg over the broad back. It was a stretch after her own little mare, but it was no more uncomfortable than a camel.

Thomas was muttering under his breath as she shook out her skirts on either side. Perfectly decent and perfectly practical whether one was on an elephant or a large carriage horse. ‘The Captain will be out directly.’ Once he has his head on the right way round.

Giles emerged a few moments later, buttoning his greatcoat as he stood on the threshold and looked at her. For a moment she wondered if he was going to be difficult, then he shook his head and walked across to Thomas, who was leading out another horse. He might not approve, but the Captain had the tact not to lecture her in front of her servants.

He vaulted on to the back of the big bay. Oh, my goodness. Yes, well, don’t stare. Just because he moves like a god, just because he looks like one sitting there as though he is part of the animal… She fussed with the reins, brought her own horse up alongside his and had her mouth firmly shut before she looked at him again.

He was a cavalry officer. Of course he can ride. There had been fine horsemen everywhere she travelled in India, but she had never seen a rider who took her breath as this man did, sitting relaxed bareback. She was aware of his body now, aware of what they both wanted, and that was decidedly uncomfortable.

Miri came out carrying saddlebags. ‘Food and drink,’ she said as she handed them up to Giles who slung them over his horse’s withers. ‘Don’t get lost.’

‘We won’t. Ready, Lady Julia?’ At her nod he moved his horse forward and she followed on a loose rein, letting the animal find its own footing in the snow.

They rode silently in single file, their breath forming clouds in front of them, their track stark and lonely in the white perfection. The sky was an exquisite pale blue, the sunlight sparkled on the snow-fringed branches, every twig encased in crystal.

After perhaps a mile Giles turned, one hand on his horse’s rump, and looked back. ‘All right? Come alongside if you want, the hedges are far apart, so there must be wide verges. We should be safe from ditches.’

He waited until she was almost knee to knee with him. ‘I offended you this morning, I apologise.’

‘And I was rude in return. I am sure you will make a most amiable husband and not be overprotective at all.’ She had her tongue in her cheek, just a little, and Giles’s sharp glance told her he knew it.

‘A man’s instinct is to protect a woman. You must forgive me if that becomes patronising.’

‘And you must forgive me for attempting to mollycoddle your hangover. A woman’s instinct is to wrap sufferers up in blankets and administer beef tea,’ Julia said sweetly.

That provoked the snort of amusement it deserved. ‘I find it difficult to imagine you doing any such thing.’

‘Certainly not the beef tea. The cow is a sacred animal in India. I found it a shock when I was served it in England again.’

‘One gets accustomed to anything.’ Giles shaded his eyes to scan the surrounding fields. ‘I ate rook and squirrel stew once, in the mountains. There might have been the odd rat added for extra body.’

‘Was it delicious?’

‘Anything is if you are starving. Although if you boiled a brick and a rook together, I suspect the brick might be the more tender.’

‘I had thought battles must be the worst part of soldiering. It sounds as though simply surviving day to day was horrible.’

‘The battles are merely the punctuation.’ Giles rode on in silence until she thought that was all he had to say. ‘I have never tried to explain it to someone before. Or to myself, come to that. The tactics, the organisation, the detail and the wider picture are all fascinating. Learning to lead men, learning the craft of warfare or how to light a fire when everything is wet and the enemy are so close you can almost hear them breathing or how to communicate with a Spanish partisan who is half-inclined to cut your throat are all interesting. The camaraderie is…important.’

The most important thing, she guessed. ‘And you gave it all up.’

‘I inherited land, and debts and people who relied on that land. And a woman with twin baby daughters into the bargain.’

‘So, duty?’ Giles nodded. ‘And are you expected to marry the woman with the daughters?’

‘I hope not!’ He glanced at her sharply. ‘I have no intention of doing so. I’ve never met her.’