Page 75 of Enslaved to the Seduction of a Lady
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Jenny, are you here?” Luke burst in through the hut’s door with an excited energy.
“Jenny?” he called again, his eyes still adjusting to the gloom inside.
“Here I am,” she called, coming out from her little room. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is better than all right,” he said, going up to her and twirling her around in the small space. She laughed, throwing her head back in delight.
“What’s got into you? Have you been drinking?”
“A little,” Luke admitted with a shrug. “Do you have time to talk?”
“It’s late, Luke, I—”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, laughing at his own brazen words. He took her by the hand and dragged her to the dining table, where he pulled out a chair and almost pushed her into it. She laughed again.
“Really, Luke, what’s happened? Did you meet our mother?”
“No,” Luke said, his mood momentarily dipping. “She’s, well, unfortunately she has passed.”
“Oh,” Jenny said, sinking down into her seat. “Did you find anything out about her?”
“Yes, plenty,” Luke said, “but there is time for that. I wish to tell you the good news first.”
“All right,” she said, watching him carefully.
“You remember Lord Denninson? The Duke of Carrington’s son?”
“Yes,” she said carefully. “He is the handsome Lord, right?”
Luke chuckled, unable to stop himself. That she thought him handsome tickled him.
“Don’t you see any resemblance?” Luke asked, moving her face this way and that to show her each angle. His smile had not diminished, and his eyes sparkled with delight.
“What are you talking about?” Jenny said, laughing. “Are you comparing us to a lord?”
“Jenny,” he said, taking both her hands in his and looking seriously at him, “he’s our brother.”
“Brother?” She looked at him as though he had gone completely mad.
“He was taken in,” Luke explained, “by the Duke. But it’s a secret, so you must not tell anyone, or misfortune shall befall him.”
Jenny narrowed her eyes at him, and she stayed like that as Luke explained everything to her—from the moment he had arrived at the tavern to the moment he left the club.
“He’s going to help us,” Luke said eagerly. “He said he’ll find a way, and that we won’t need for anything.”
“I don’t know, Luke,” she said, looking at him uncertainly. “He’s a noble. Can we trust him?”
“He’s ourbrother, Jenny,” Luke urged. “Of course we can trust him.”
“Well, all right,” she said, squirming in her seat. “I will take your word. I trustyou, and that’s enough.”
“So you’ll come and meet him? I said I would arrange it as soon as possible.”
He could Jenny’s reluctance sketched over her face. She had always had a hard time trusting nobility, and he suspected she was worried he gone quite mad, too.
“Are you sure this is right?” Jenny asked. “He is definitely our brother?”
