Page 109 of The Heir
“Demands that I marry her?” The earl scowled thunderously. “In God’s name why?”
“If Helmsley sees you are a fatter pigeon than Stull, he’ll rattle that sword.”
“Christ.” The earl got up and paced to the window. Anna and Dev were on the terrace, and she was smiling at something he’d said. Dev’s smile was flirtatious and a little wistful—charmingly so, damn the scoundrel.
“We can hope it’s a moot question,” Hazlit said, rising to his feet. “If Stull attempts to remove her from your property, then you bring the kidnapping charges, and that will be the end of it. Unless she’s married to the man, she can testify against him in any court in the land.”
“What was the extent of the old earl’s estate?” the earl asked, staring out the windows. Hazlit named a figure, a very large and impressive figure.
The earl continued to watch as Dev and Anna laughed their way through lunch. “If Helmsley has gambled that away, then he is guilty of misfeasance?”
“He most assuredly is,” Hazlit replied, coming to stand where he, too, could look out at the back terrace.
“So I need to prove Helmsley guilty of misfeasance,” the earl said, “and foil the baron’s attempts at kidnapping, and then Anna should be safe but penniless.”
“Not penniless. There is a trust fund that simply cannot be raided, not by God Almighty or the archangel Gabriel, as it is set aside for Anna’s exclusive use. Her grandmother has seen to it the money was wisely invested.”
“That is some good news.” The earl turned finally, as Dev was escorting Anna back into the house. “Do you know how much she has left?” Hazlit named another figure, one that would keep even a genteel lady comfortably for a very long time.
The earl turned, watching as Hazlit gathered up his effects. “If nothing else, I appreciate my family more, my siblings and my parents, for this glimpse into Anna’s circumstances.”
“You are a fortunate man,” Hazlit said. “In your family, in any case. I’m off to loiter away the afternoon at the Pig. I’ll report when something warrants your attention.”
“I will await your communication,” the earl said, seeing his guest to the door. “But patience is not my greatest strength.”
The earl had no sooner returned to the library than Dev appeared, Anna in tow.
“So who was that?” Dev asked.
“Who was who?”
“That handsome devil who eyed us out the window, the one who stood right beside you,” Dev shot back.
“Benjamin Hazlit. Our private investigator.” The earl turned his gaze to Anna. “He thinks you should marry me.”
“Let him marry you. I think I should join a convent.”
“Now that,” Dev said, “would be an inexcusable waste.”
“I quite agree.” The earl smiled thinly. “Hazlit says we wait now and expect either the baron to try to abduct you again or your brother to bring kidnapping charges.”
Anna sat down in a heap. “As a man cannot kidnap his wife, we have another brilliant reason to marry me to you.”
“Sound reasoning,” the earl said. “I gather you are not impressed.”
“I am not impressed.” Anna rose abruptly. “And what do you mean, Westhaven, by summoning a dressmaker here?”
“I meant you to have some dresses,” the earl said. “Dresses that are not gray or brown or brownish gray or grayish brown. I meant for you to enjoy, at least, the fashions available to you here in London and to spend some time in a pursuit common to ladies of good breeding. I meant to offer you diversion. What did you think I meant?”
“Oh.” Anna sat back down.
“I believe I will check on my horses and maybe take one out for a hack,” Dev said and headed for the door.
“In this heat?” the earl asked, incredulous. Dev was nothing if not solicitous of his horses.
“A very short hack,” Dev conceded over his shoulder, leaving Anna and the earl alone in the library.
Why are you ignoring me?Anna silently wailed. But she knew why: Westhaven was treating her as a guest, and not as a guest with whom he was in love.
