How she’d respond if he’d actually voiced any of that was anyone’s guess. She might actually toss away all her determination to act appropriately and tell him just what she thought of someone who’d lie so easily to someone he claimed to love.
Though the idea that, even now, she was behaving according to plan would have actually sent her into a tizzy from which there would be no recovering from.
Well, one of them wouldn’t recover from it. And, though she knew they were teasing each other at the moment, a glimpse into Jack’s mind would have given him a wonderful introduction to just exactly how much of a hellcat she could be.
The dance steps had started to become familiar and second-nature, where she didn’t have to focus as hard on them to make sure she could keep up. And it was the kind of dancing that thrummed in her pulse and thumped in her throat. If it was possible to feel free in a world where she was expected to act a certain way, this was it. It was exhilarating. She could only imagine it was something like being granted the ability to fly, to soar above everything that troubled her and allowed her to just be.
Her smile twitched a bit, looking, at least for the moment, like the curious and doting young woman he’d married, the one who’d loosely linked arms with him on the streets of Manhattan and begged Tell me all about the circus, Jack. Tell me about Europe. And all the wonderful things we’ll do there together. Instead of the one who shot suspicious looks in his direction when she thought he wasn’t looking.
“You tell me, Mr. Napier. Do you think you were given a lamb?” Marie was clearly amused, her eyes shining with something that very well might have been daring him to call her such a thing as a lamb disguised as a lion.
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Though the idea that, even now, she was behaving according to plan would have actually sent her into a tizzy from which there would be no recovering from.
Well, one of them wouldn’t recover from it. And, though she knew they were teasing each other at the moment, a glimpse into Jack’s mind would have given him a wonderful introduction to just exactly how much of a hellcat she could be.
The dance steps had started to become familiar and second-nature, where she didn’t have to focus as hard on them to make sure she could keep up. And it was the kind of dancing that thrummed in her pulse and thumped in her throat. If it was possible to feel free in a world where she was expected to act a certain way, this was it. It was exhilarating. She could only imagine it was something like being granted the ability to fly, to soar above everything that troubled her and allowed her to just be.
Her smile twitched a bit, looking, at least for the moment, like the curious and doting young woman he’d married, the one who’d loosely linked arms with him on the streets of Manhattan and begged Tell me all about the circus, Jack. Tell me about Europe. And all the wonderful things we’ll do there together. Instead of the one who shot suspicious looks in his direction when she thought he wasn’t looking.
“You tell me, Mr. Napier. Do you think you were given a lamb?” Marie was clearly amused, her eyes shining with something that very well might have been daring him to call her such a thing as a lamb disguised as a lion.