do.â
âReally?â She put her hands on the ribbons of the brightly embroidered apron she wore over her simple cream dress and scowled at him. He was tempted to tell her that her fury was squandered because he could think only of how his hands itched to discover if they could span her slender waist. âIt seems that British soldiers are determined to make pests of themselves here.â
âThose sound like rebellious sentiments from a loyalistâs daughter.â
âThis has nothing to do with politics.â
âThen I suspect it has everything to do with the fact that the run-in you had with my men was not your first with British soldiers.â
âNo.â She stared at the floor.
Sebastian clasped his hands behind his back. âYou need not be ashamed of what has happened. âTis not your fault if your loveliness has persuaded lonely men to forget their manners, although you would be wise to stay close to your home.â
âHereâwhere I have suffered the most when your fellow officers have deemed that the guise of hospitality suggested something more?â She looked up at him, and he realized he had mistaken her downcast eyes as a sign of shame. She had been attempting to conceal her fury. âMajor Kendrick, if you will step aside, I will gladly leave you to whatever tasks you have to do today while I complete mine.â
âI thought you were to show me other landmarks.â
âFather showed you the important ones.â
âAnd the others?â
Faith regarded Major Kendrick with a frown. He might not be grabbing at her as other officers had done, but he was even more intolerable. Last night, she had ducked beneath his arm to evade him. She did not want to do the same again today.
Noting the glitter of amusement in his eyes, she said, âI would be glad to point out landmarks that you may use while you continue your journey.â
âI am not certain in which direction we will travel next.â
âWhy not?â she asked, trying to ignore the way her heart seemed to be having a difficult time beating. If this major and his men remained here, her deliveries to Tom Rooke would be made so much more difficult.
âMy orders are not complete.â
âThen you should have waited until they were before you left the garrison in Philadelphia.â
Major Kendrick laughed, startling her because she had been certain that he would be angry at her mocking tone. âMy orders are dependent on what the rebelsâ leaders do next.â
âThe leaders? In the Continental Congress? They are not here in Chester County.â
âTrue.â He chuckled. âYork is the rumored sanctuary of the rebels now.â
âYou are going to be a busy man, Major, if you are to deal with them and the folks here.â
âWhich is why I would appreciate your help now , Mistress Faith.â
She nodded, and he stepped aside so she could move out from behind the wall. As she went with him out of the small barn, she heard a rumble of laughter and her name spoken by Major Kendrickâs men. He must have heard it, as well, because he glanced in their direction. The laughter was silenced.
Faithâs breath caught in spite of what she had already seen on the road. Major Kendrick expected instant obedience from his men. Did they fear him, or respect him? She shivered, recalling the captain who had disciplined one of his men so severely that the man almost died. If Major Kendrick was of that ilk, she was stupid to challenge him again and again as she had. His temper might explode to hurt her. Yet, to acquiesce might be even more perilous.
âCold?â he asked.
âYes.â She could not tell him the truth.
He unbuttoned the collar of his cloak and settled it over her shoulders. âThis may help.â
She fought another shiver. This one was definitely not from cold, but from the sliver of heat that had cut through her when his