Thirty-Eight

Her riding skirts were much bulkier than her usual outfits, and Cassy found it hard to keep up with Henry's long stride. When they reached the top of the hill, she was breathing hard and sat down on the surface of flat rock to catch her breath. Henry had been right, it was a beautiful spot, with the loud splashing of water cascading over the rocks and down into a natural pool.

Moved by impulse, she began to remove her shoes and stockings, flashing him an impish glance when he raised an eyebrow at her. "My feet are hot," she explained, and tiptoed to the water and perched at the edge, sticking first one, then the other foot into the icy depths, much like she used to do at the lake.

Eastland said nothing but watched her with a lazy indulgence as she splashed her feet in the water and sucked in her breath at its chill. When she invited him to join her, he just shook his head, his gaze resting on her bare legs as she hitched her skirts up to her knees. Shapely calves and flashes of ivory