Page 62 of The Heir
“Nurses must be ugly.” Dev closed his eyes. “Mistresses must be pretty. Housekeepers are not supposed to be pretty, but then we have your Mrs. Seaton.”
“Hands off.”
“My hands off?” Dev raised his head and eyed Westhaven. “My hands off your housekeeper?”
“Yes, Dev. Hands off, and this is not a request.”
“Getting into the ducal spirit, are you?” Dev closed his eyes again and folded his hands on his chest. “Well, no need to issue a decree. I’ll behave, as she is a female employed by a Windham household.”
“Devlin St. Just.” Westhaven’s boots hit the floor with a thump. “Weren’t you swiving your housekeeperwhileshe was engaged to some clueless simian in Windsor?”
“Very likely.” Dev nodded peacefully, eyes closed. “And I put away that toy when honor required it.”
“What sort of honor is this? I comprehend what is expected of a gentleman, generally, but must have missed the part about how we go on when swiving housekeepers.”
“You were going on quite enthusiastically,” Dev said, opening one eye, “when I came down here last night to find a book.”
“I see.”
“On the sofa,” Dev added, “if that pinpoints my interruption of your orgy.”
“It wasn’t an orgy.”
“You were what?” Dev frowned. “Trying to keep her warm? Counting her teeth with your tongue? Teaching her how to sit the trot riding astride? Looked to me for all the world like you were rogering the daylights out of dear Mrs. Seaton.”
“I wasn’t,” Westhaven spat, getting up and pacing to the hearth. “The next thing to it, but not quite the act itself.”
“I believe you,” Dev said, “and that makes it all better. Even though it looked like rogering and sounded like rogering and probably tasted like it, too.”
“Dev…”
“Gayle…” Dev got up and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I am the last person to begrudge you your pleasures, but if I can walk in on you, and I’ve only been underfoot a day, then anybody else can, too.”
Westhaven nodded, conceding the point.
“I don’t care that you and Mrs. Seaton are providing each other some slap-and-tickle, but if you’re so far gone you forget to lock the door, then I am concerned.”
“I didn’t…” Westhaven scrubbed a hand over his face. “I did forget to lock the door, and we haven’t made a habit out of what you saw. I don’t intend to make a habit of it, but if I do, I will lock the door.”
“Good plan.” Dev nodded, grinning. “I have to approve of the woman on general principles, you know, if she has you spouting such inanities and dropping your pants for all the world to see.”
“I thought in my own library at nigh midnight I could have privacy,” Westhaven groused.
Dev’s expression became serious. “You cannot assume you have privacy anywhere. The duke owns half your staff and can buy the other half, for one thing. For another, you are considered a most eligible bachelor. If I were you, I would assume I had no privacy whatsoever, not even in your own home.”
“You’re right.” Westhaven blew out a breath. “I know you’re right, but I don’t like it. We will be careful.”
“Yoube careful,” Dev admonished. “Earlier today, I was minding my own business up on the balcony that opens off my bedroom, and I saw your housekeeper in earnest discussion with the deaf maid. Mrs. Seaton was warning the maid you and Val are men who can’t be trusted nor asked to break the law. I thought you should know.”
“I appreciate your telling me, but I am loathe to react out of hand to words taken out of context. In some villages, there are laws against waving one’s cane in public, and laws against drinking spirits on the Sabbath.”
“Are you sure the maid can’t speak?” Dev pressed. “Do you really know what became of Mr. Seaton and where the banns were cried? Just who were Mrs. Seaton’s references?”
“You raise valid questions, but you cannot question that Mrs. Seaton does a splendid job of keeping this house.”
“Absolutely splendid,” Dev agreed, “and she trysts with you in the library.”
“Are you telling me I shouldn’t marry her now?” Westhaven tried for humor but found the question was partly serious.
