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224 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 6, 1981
From then on they were Jane-and-David, a twosome, linked together against the outside world. There was never a time when either child had put into words their need of each other; it was something they understood instinctively. Jane was temperamental and David was serene. Jane was the niece of a Marquis and David's aunt gave French lessons. They were different in so many ways, but in the most important way of all they were alike. It was not something that needed to be said. Simply, for the first time in their lives each child had someone he loved.
David's eyes were golden as he regarded the reed-slim figure before him. He put out a hand and touched her hair; it felt like soft silk. He noticed for the first time the beautiful way her head was set on her slender neck. Suddenly he was fiercely glad she was not a boy. He said as much, standing with his hand buried in the soft darkness of her hair. “I like you just the way you are. I don't want you to change at all."
Jane was oddly still as her great light eyes searched his face. “Really?” she said wonderingly.
"Really.” There was no mistaking the utter sincerity of his tone.
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They left the tack room together as in accord with each other as usual. They both knew that something of importance had occurred between them, although neither was quite sure what it was.
She took off her cloak and came forward into the light of the fire. She looked very lovely. “I have been thinking of you, David,” she said softly.
"Have you?” He hadn't moved, and his still beauty drew her like a magnet.
"Yes,” she murmured huskily. She was tall, but she had to reach up quite a long way to pull his head down to meet hers. He remained perfectly still for a minute, with her mouth on his, as if he were holding his breath. Then his arms came up to encircle her and draw her closer. After a long moment she pulled back from him and looked up, meeting his eyes, golden now with desire. “Let's go into the bedroom,” she said.
"All right,” he answered, and held the door for her to precede him.
He wished Laura would go, but he didn't know how to tell her. He wasn't quite clear about his own feelings, but one thing he was sure of: he never wanted Jane and Laura to meet. He never wanted Jane to know about Laura. In some obscure way he felt he had betrayed Jane and the feeling made him uncomfortable.