Page 52 of His Wife, the Spy
“Oliver is hoping for another boy, as is Simon.” Her smile softened. “I have no preference, but I think they’re in for a surprise.”
“A girl?” Jocelyn asked.
“Twins.” Thea’s eyes twinkled. “We’d be tied with you and Drake.”
“You havefourchildren?” Annabel blushed at the indelicacy of her question. “Forgive me, but you do not look old enough.”
“Clean living,” Jocelyn quipped with a twinkle in her eye. Amelia struggled to swallow her drink as Thea shook with laughter.
Annabel wasn’t certain if she was the reason for the joke or the subject of it.
“Forgive me. Drake says my humor can be poorly timed.” Jocelyn put a hand near Annabel’s, but not on it. “He took the boys in from the streets over the past few years, before I came along. They’re ours by agreement, but not by birth.”
“How noble,” Annabel said.
“You wouldn’t think that if you heard him thunder aboutnot running down the bloody stairs.” She deepened her voice, likely imitating her husband. The other ladies broke into peals of laughter.
This time, Annabel joined them. She lifted a square of lemon drizzle cake from the tray. “Do any of you have advice about how to distract a young lady with atendrefor her piano teacher?”
Chapter Twelve
Jasper walked intoWhite’s and handed his hat and gloves to the porter, who stored them on the shelf above his name plate. “Welcome back, Lord Ramsbury.”
You would think I’ve been gone a month instead of just a few hours.“Thank you, Sellers.”
He entered the mahogany-paneled great room, which contained so many members of Parliament that he expected a vote at any moment. He scanned the familiar faces, noting that several small groups stopped talking to stare.
Spencer was in one of them, noticeable both by his height and the way his hair reflected the sunlight. The young men surrounding him only made him look more like an aging clergyman.
He met Jasper’s stare and lifted his glass in a mocking salute.
A whisper campaign was afoot, and Jasper was the target.
Viscount Granville caught his attention and raised his glass. Jasper took it as an invitation and joined the older man at the corner of the bar. His preferred drink arrived with admirable speed. He let the cool liquid clear his throat while he gathered his thoughts.
Spencer had to be a guest, likely invited by one of the young bucks surrounding him. Jasper recognized one of them, a new earl angling for support of a bill that would benefit no county but his own, and meagerly at that.
“It looks like Standridge would rather curry favor than rewrite his proposal,” Granville said.
“He won’t realize the price until it’s too late.” Jasper glanced down at the bar, ignoring the prickling at the back of his neck. The betting book was open. “Making a wager, Granville?”
“Made it last night, after the ball.” The other man held his drink in one hand and spun the book with the other. “I believe it is a safe one.”
The line was short, but it had a long list of takers. Viscount Raines was one of them. The young man could never resist a wager. Neither could his father, the Marquess of Graydon, which made him an odd choice to hold the empire’s purse strings. Rumor had it, the man had some powerful backers in his bid for the job.
“Have I offended you or put an idea in your head?” Granville asked.
Jasper forced his attention from his thoughts to the ledger he’d been staring at for too long. “What makes you think I’ll do it?”
“Because I’ve seen you dance with your wife, and I’ve seen you dance with mine.” Granville’s smile was tinged with sadness. “The difference is impossible to ignore.”
The statement stopped Jasper short. He treated Annabel differently than he’d treated Gwennie, but he also cared about them in different ways.
His conscience twinged at the lie. He hadn’t cared about Gwennie at all, nor she for him. He’d slept with Granville’s wife simply because he could. He’d taken something from the man for no reason but sheer boredom.
The Duke of Chippenham was across the room laughing with his cronies. The man didn’t care about Gwennie either—he’d just hated to lose.
Worse, the long list of gentlemen willing to take Granville’s money knew Jasper cared nothing for her either. He had a well-earned reputation for flirting and fleeing. There was likely a wager somewhere about how long it would be before he took another mistress and sent his wife to the country.
