Page 23 of The Truth About Lord Stoneville
He had half a mind to do it, too, if only to repay her for that knee in the groin. But even he had too much conscience for that.
If he could get her to stay tonight, the others would sway her. His siblings could be very charming when they wanted, especially once he told them she was not a whore. And once she realized that Gran expected Minerva and Celia to marry no matter what their wishes in the matter, she might sympathize with their situation enough to help him. Even if she couldn’t sympathize with his.
“One night,” she said. “That’s all.”
“Unless you decide that the bargain suits your needs after all.”
She glanced toward the door, and he knew she was thinking of her hapless cousin. Then she crossed her arms over her chest. “Very well. We’ll stay tonight. Then I’ll see.”
Thank God. He nodded, then moved rather stiffly to her side.
She hesitated. “I’m sorry I had to be so . . . firm.”
“Liar,” he grumbled. “You’re not the least bit sorry.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “All right, so I’m not.”
He offered her his arm. “Where did you learn that, anyway?”
“One of my older male cousins showed me what to do if some man ever tried anything.”
At least her zealousness in protecting herself wouldkeep him from letting his attraction to her run away with him. Any woman who was willing to dothatto a man was trouble, and he wasn’t about to give her a second crack at the family jewels.
Outside the room they found his family standing in the Great Hall, discussing something in heated whispers as Freddy nervously paced the other end.
Oliver cleared his throat, and they all jumped. “My fiancée has made it clear that she doesn’t appreciate my attempt at a joke.”
“Oliver enjoys shocking people,” Maria said calmly. When he looked at her, surprised that she had noticed, she arched one eyebrow at him. “I’m sure you know that about him by now. I find it a great flaw in his character.”
She seemed to consider many things as flaws in his character. Not that he could blame her.
Gran glanced from Maria to him. “So the two of youdidn’tmeet in a brothel?”
“We did,” he said, “but only because poor Freddy got lost and wandered into one by mistake. I was trying to determine what he was looking for when Maria rushed in, mad with worry over where he might have gone off to. With two such Americans lost in the wicked city, hopelessly innocent of its dangers, I felt compelled to help them. I’ve been squiring them about town the last week. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
She cast him a sugary and thoroughly false smile. “Oh, yes, dearest. And you were averyinformative guide, too.”
Jarret arched one eyebrow. “Astonishing that afterfinding you in a brothel, Oliver, Miss Butterfield wasn’t put off of marrying you.”
“I ought to have been,” Maria said. “But he swore those days were behind him when he pledged his undying love to me on bended knee.”
When Gabriel and Jarret barely managed to stifle their laughter, Oliver gritted his teeth. Bended knee, indeed. She was determined to prick his pride at every opportunity. She probably felt he deserved it. He could only pray that Gran backed down from the fight before he had to bring the chit around any of his friends, or Maria would have them taunting him unmercifully for the next decade.
“I’m afraid, my dear,” he said tersely, “that my brothers have trouble envisioning me bending a knee to anyone.”
She affected a look of wide-eyed shock. “Have they no idea what a romantic you are? I’ll have to show them the sonnets you wrote praising my beauty. I believe I left them in my redingote pocket.” The teasing wench actually looked back toward the entrance. “I could go fetch them if you like.”
“Not now,” he said, torn between a powerful urge to laugh and an equally powerful urge to strangle her. “It’s time for dinner, and I’m starved.”
“So am I,” Freddy put in. At a frown from Maria, he mumbled, “Not that it matters, mind you.”
“Of course it matters,” Gran said graciously. “We don’t like our guests to be uncomfortable. Come along then, Mr. Dunse. You may take me in to dinner, since my grandson is otherwise occupied.”
As they trooped toward the dining room, Oliver bent his head to whisper, “I see you’re enjoying making me out to be a besotted idiot.”
A minxish smile tipped up her fetching lips. “Oh, yes. It’s great fun.”
“Then my explanation of how you ended up in a brothel met with your approval?”
