Snippet #1547619

Damien watched Miss Marwick's approach, and when it became clear that she intended to address him, he obligingly slowed Nightwish's pace to a trot. "And the same to you," he responded, dipping his head respectfully. "I did not know you enjoyed horseback riding. Do you come here often?"

His gaze traveled back to the rest of her party. He felt he recognized her companion, though he had never been introduced. The gentleman, however, was a stranger to him. It would only be a few moments before the other two were upon them, which displeased him considerably. Already he could see the disapproval etched on the young lady's face. No doubt she would steal Isobel away from him at the soonest opportunity. A small frown curved his mouth downward.

"You seem to be a great proficient," he commented, noting her impeccable form and handling of her horse. Had he been unaware of the stature of her family before, he could no longer claim ignorance, as the quality of her riding habit, tackle, and mount were unquestionable. His gaze returned to her face. Her hair was pulled back, out of her face, but it had not been so the previous evening. He recalled the way it had fallen about her face and neck, the curls resting against her pale skin alluringly. He traced the shape of her cheekbones languidly, sliding across the jaw; his eyes caressed her as his hands could not. "Are you planning to attend Mr. Friedrick's birthday festivities this evening? I have heard that none exceeding the age of 25 have been invited, and that there will be partner games, as well as a scavenger hunt."