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the baring of you for all to see. What is mine is ours and
nothing more. Do you agree?"
    "Oh, yes, my lord." With her sincere reply, a lot
of her worries rolled away. She may want to be his and do as he wanted. Nevertheless, Ara knew she was no exhibitionist. Submit in private
was something she would do willingly. In spite of her worries about her
brother, the thought of what she may experience sent her pulse spiraling and
her juices running.
      Her world spun as, with
one swift movement, he lifted her and swung her over his shoulder. Her skin
tingled and her insides turned to molten lava as he caressed her arse with slow
sensual strokes. Her head bobbed with each step he took.
    I hope this does not take too
long, or I may share my luncheon with his back. Afterwards I must tell him not
to call me by my given name. It hurts me so.
    "Araminta, take heed I am climbing."
    She had to speak. She could not ignore her hated name any
longer. "My lord, I beg of you, desist in that
name. I am Ara, not my given name. Araminta is not me. It is my childish
persona and causes me to think of things best forgotten. I do not wish to be
reminded of that sad person." She swallowed rapidly to try to dispel the
queasiness that was about to engulf her. "I need to say, I fear whatever
you have planned will not occur unless you cease spinning me. I am ready to be
ill. Very, very ill." She could see stars. And a
large hole to swallow her.
    His bark of astonished laughter should have reassured her.
Instead, it made Ara angry. So angry her sickness
abated and she wanted no more than to give him a piece of her mind. He was a
moron. A male gonad-thinking moron! For once she thanked her book reading. An
epistle on male organs and the male mind had her laughing and agreeing. Men thought
with their cocks!
    To her pleasure, the spinning stopped as he opened a door,
closed it, and her feet touched the ground with a gentle insistent pressure.
Ara swayed as he removed the cloth from her eyes, and the room spun. Shards of
light hit her un-blinkered eyes and she closed them again in a hurry. Felton
guided her to a comfortable day bed and helped her sit. Cautiously, she opened
her eyes a little and was relieved to find the room stable and the light now
soft and comforting.
      "I will arrange
for water, and refreshments for you," he said
quietly. "And see if Jeremy is here." He turned to the door, and
spoke to someone outside. His voice was low, and strain as she might, she could
not decipher his words.
    Ara stared at his back. It was a
mighty fine back, but she was in no mood to either admit to her thoughts, or
admire it. "Felton," she said earnestly. "I know he is here. Every Tuesday and Friday without fail. And to my chagrin, I
admit I have had him followed. He is here. And he needs to be at father's deathbed.
I—" Her voice broke. "I am nothing to our father. I defied him to marry
George. Therefore, I do not signify. But Jeremy? He
must appear. Why should he be denied his heritage, just because he had not yet
met his mate? 'Tis not fair."
    "Life rarely is." Felton closed the door and
turned to her. He spoke in a somber voice. "I agree with you. We must find
your brother. I have set the wheels in motion. Do you trust me to discharge
this task?"
    What? He is asking?
    "Why?" she asked curious to his motive. "Why
ask not inform me? You have never asked anything of me before."
    "I asked for your hand in marriage," Felton
pointed out.
    "And told me you would not bother me except to begat an
heir," Ara said, stung he considered it comparable. "You walked into
my life, told me you wanted me and George had given you his blessing before he
passed away. Proceeded to map out a life so lacking of involvement, 'tis a
wonder I agreed."
    "Why did you?" he asked. He sounded, she thought,
annoyed, yet truly interested.
    "To that, I still wonder," Ara said. "However,
now is not the time to talk of such things. " She
had received a missive from her late husband detailing his