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“Shhh, they’ll hear.” Bull spoke near to the soft velvet of her cheek. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
Isabella quaked. Should she tell him. “Who are you?” she countered his question.
“Bull Redford.”
She couldn’t help but be amused. “That’s not your name.”
Hearing the smile in her voice, he smiled back. “Well, that’s what my friends call me. My given name is Benedict, Benedict Carson Redford.”
“I shall call you Benedict – I like that.”
And he liked the sound of his name on her tongue.
Wham!
A sudden beating on the gate caused Bull to pull her farther into the shadows.
“I’ve got to leave before someone comes. People live in the cottage behind us,” Isabella whispered. “I can’t be caught.”
“Is there another way out of here?”
“Over the wall.” She pointed to the back, adjacent to the entrance of the quaint cottage. “There’s an alley at the rear.”
Seeing the height was manageable, he pulled her along. “Come, I’ll help you.”
Isabella went with him, her heart racing a mile a minute. “Thank you, Benedict.”
Hearing more footsteps, more voices, he couldn’t delay. Releasing the woman who’d captivated him like no other, he placed his hands on the top of the wall and pulled himself up. “Goddamn Oreos,” he mumbled. Once he was in place, he straddled the six-inch capstone and offered to lift her. “Come here. I’ll pick you up.” She pulled off her shoes and gave them to him. He set them on the wall, then accepted her outstretched hands, lifting her as much as guiding. As soon as she was a few inches off the ground, he reached out to clasp her waist and soon she was on top of the wall with him. He jumped off on the other side, then held up his arms for her to follow.
Isabella gave herself to him, entrusting herself to his care until he could swing her down and to the ground. “Thank you.” Seeing the flash of lanterns and hearing more voices, she looked up into his face. “I have to go.”
“Wait! What’s your name? When can I see you again?” Bull felt control of the situation slipping from his fingers.
Isabella touched his face, leaning up to place her lips against his in a very quick, very chaste kiss. “No time.” Seeing his face, his adamant frown, she kissed him again quickly. “Come to the bullfights tomorrow night. I’ll look for you.”
And then she was gone.
“Your shoes!” he called, but before he could take off after her, Bull was attacked.
