Page 77 of The Baron Takes a Bet
She thought back on her conversation with Marnie from earlier. She certainly did not want to make the same mistakes, but it was still difficult to believe in her brother. She shook her head.
“His only idea to get out of his debts is to sell the one thing that, given a little time and care, could support him his entire life. He has no foresight.”
“It’s because he’s young, but he can still learn.”
“And you think you’re able to teach him?” she asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice.
Gavin’s expression remained blank.
“Might you let me try, before concluding that I’ve failed?”
Holly swallowed. She didn’t want to believe that Gavin would fail, but her brother had proven time and time again that he wasn’t mature enough to conduct himself or his own affairs. But what could she do? Gavin seemed determined and she needed to trust him.
She dropped her head and shrugged.
“If you genuinely think this will help Jasper, then I don’t suppose I can stop you.”
Gavin’s hand appeared beneath her chin, lifting her head up, and their eyes met.
“No. But I’d rather have your support.”
She inhaled mint and lemon and sighed. It was unfair how that scent had become something she craved. His desire for her backing was touching.
“Very well.”
He smirked, and without preamble, he leaned forward and kissed her. Holly was instantly separated from all her worriesand cares as he wrapped his arms around her. Good Lord, he kissed her with such yearning that she was sure her toes were shaking when he pulled back.
Despite knowing dinner would be served momentarily, and she really should finish getting ready, Holly leaned into him instead. She curled her fingers beneath the lapels of his coat and pulled him towards her, leaning back until she felt the wardrobe door behind her.
Lifting her chin slightly as he kissed down her throat, she spoke.
“We’re going to miss dinner.”
“Good.”
She rolled her eyes, smothering a smile.
“They’ll know why.”
Gavin pulled back and stared down at her.
“I should hope so.”
Holly laughed as Gavin continued making easy work of her gown.
“Might we go to your room?” she asked softly, earning her a questioning look. “It’s warmer there.”
“As you wish,” he said.
Holly had imagined she would walk to his room, but the next instant, Gavin bent over and hoisted her up into his arms.
“Gavin!” she gasped as he walked her across her bedchamber. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Fulfilling your request.”
“I can walk.”
He shrugged as he opened the door between their rooms.
