Page 31 of Playing the Scoundrel

“It’s those nerves of hers. She was extremely uneasy in the carriage, worried about dining with nobility, I believe.”

Emma could have died when Mrs. Dunn outed their conversation, for in truth it had nothing to do with the duke and duchess, and more to do with the man who hovered beside her.

“I believe the fire was simply a little too warm.” Emma leaned forward, this time Mr. Godwin’s hand assisting her. “I promise I’m well enough.”

Just then, a servant appeared at the doorway. “Dinner is served, Your Grace.”

The duke shook his head. “No, we’ll wait until Miss Follett is recovered.”

“I’m quite all right, really.”

“If you’re sure,” said the duchess, eyeing her carefully.

Mr. Godwin helped Emma to her feet, and she nodded. “Please. I’m sure some food and drink will only help.”

“Very well.” The duke offered his arm to the duchess, and they led the party out of the drawing room.

Mr. Godwin offered Emma his hand, saying, “Allow me.”

Emma nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Godwin. And I appreciate your chivalry. I’m sorry for fainting all over you.”

“Think nothing of it,” he assured her.

Then just before they entered the dining room, he spoke again.

“And don’t worry about them,” Mr. Godwin said, his voice low and tickling her ear. “They may be nobility, but they’re not the high and mighty kind. They’re my friends, and I think they’ve taken a liking to you, as I have. Besides, I’ll be right beside you the whole evening.”

Emma turned to look at him, and though she tried to call the regular disdain in her glare, she found herself oddly comforted by his words. She may be well on her way to winning his heart, and therefore one step closer to crushing him, but his concern was so genuine, and Emma allowed herself a moment to relish in the fact that he truly seemed to care for her. It was a lovely feeling, to be the center of someone’s attention, and especially a man like him.

“Thank you, Mr. Godwin.”

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