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Authors: Rose Gordon

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“Do you know Lady Cosgrove?” he asked.


No.” Nor did she really find it so exciting to be invited to a house party where she’d have to spend an entire ten days in the company of some of the highest ranked people in the country, but for now, it was rather amusing that she’d been invited without him even knowing about it. “But I do look forward to going,” she lied with a dazzling smile.


And am I right to assume that Lord Kenton will be there, too?”

Isabelle fought to keep her smile firmly in place, but couldn’t help but wonder if it was just her imagination or if his words had come out with a slight dose of bitterness. Was he jealous? Her skin prickled at the thought. No, it couldn’t be, she reminded herself. She was the last person he wanted. He’d even told her that he’d have stayed married to her sister. Her mouth suddenly became as dry as cotton. “I’m sure he will,” she said as best she could, considering it felt like her tongue had become paralyzed in the last three seconds.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “I see.”

She doubted he did, but didn’t wish to discuss this any further—for her lack of ability to speak more than anything else. Perhaps now would be a good time to tell him of the events of this morning and how she no longer needed his help to seek a husband. Truly, Simon wasn’t the kind most unattached ladies would fawn over by any means with his young age, but with his kind and genuine demeanor, he’d ultimately be a good match to her. She just needed a chance to grow accustomed to his eagerness, hence her agreeing to a courtship.

“Can I take you for a walk in the park?” Sebastian asked suddenly; his voice just loud enough for Mrs. Finch to hear.


Oh, I believe that is a wonderful idea,” the older woman said with a clap of her hand. “The weather is just perfect for a stroll in the park.” She paused for a moment, then added. “Be sure to take Beatrice with you.”

Isabelle wanted to groan. Beatrice had at least seventy years in her dish. Ancient by anyone’s standards. Though propriety in all things was her biggest concern in life, the poor woman could hardly see any longer and frequently had to stop and sit to rest. Unfortunately, she took her duty as a servant of doing her best to be unseen and unheard so strongly she didn’t like to inform those she was with that she needed one of these little rests and would just sit down. In short, she was a dear woman but a terrible chaperone.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Fifteen

 

 

Under the watchful, cataract-covered eye of Belle’s chaperone Beatrice, Sebastian handed Belle her bonnet with his left hand and gripped her parasol with the right. He doubted she needed both, but she seemed bent on having them so who was he to argue? They’d done enough of that in their lifetime and they were about to have another bout, of that he was certain.

“I don’t think you should go to this house party,” he said without preamble as soon as they were off the steps of Mrs. Finch’s townhouse.


Oh, you don’t, do you?”


No. I think house parties create...opportunities.”


Such as those that lead to marriage?”


Sometimes, but not without scandal.” He stepped behind her so they could walk through a narrow walkway. “You don’t need any more scandals, Belle.”


No, I don’t,” she agreed in an arch tone. “But I do need a husband. I see no reason why I shouldn’t go.”

Sebastian reached for her wrist to stay her, then moved to stand in front of her. No matter that there were other people wanting to keep passing. “I don’t think you should go.”

“I don’t care what you think. I’m going.”


I understand that you don’t care what I think, but you’re not going.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “What makes you think you have any right to tell me where I can and cannot go?”

Because I’m your husband!
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say them. They quarreled enough as it was, if he mentioned that, she just might kill him. “I’m helping you find a husband, am I not?” He didn’t pause long enough to allow for her to respond. “If I’m to do that then you need to listen to me. I don’t—”


Need to bother with my finding a husband any longer,” she cut in smoothly. “Simon Appleton came to see me this morning and has offered his suit.”

Every muscle in Sebastian’s body went rigid. Simon Appleton? The man wasn’t good enough for her by half. “No. I forbid it.”

She sputtered with laughter. “You forbid it?”


Yes.” He ground his teeth. “That boy is...is...well, he’s just that, he’s a boy.”


He’s twenty.”

Sebastian frowned. “That does not raise him any in my opinion. He’s still a boy.”

“Are you saying he’s too young to make such a commitment to a young lady?”


Yes, he is,” he burst out. “He’s too young to be able to make any kind of promise regarding providing for her and offering her fidelity.”


I see.” She drew her words out in a way that made his skin crawl with uneasy anticipation. “I suppose that’s why you’re still not married, then.”

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes on her. “This isn’t about me.”

“No? You were only a year younger than him when you were prepared to marry Rachel.”

Gritting his teeth, he said, “You already know I didn’t wish to marry her that night.”

“Ah, yes, you’ve mentioned that, but you still arrived and even went through the ceremony.”


I made her a promise and felt I needed to keep it. No matter how much I didn’t wish to,” he said around the unease nearly choking the life right out of him.

The tip of her pink tongue poked out and moistened her lips. “Are you saying that had you married her, that you’d have been a doting and faithful husband?”

“Yes,” he bit out, praying she wouldn’t press him any further on the matter. Though she was still his wife, he’d only held up one of her two criteria for a husband. Not that he hadn’t at least tried to be doting. He’d come to see her—only to be turned out and later blackmailed to never return.

Belle heaved an exaggerated sigh, pulling him from his drifting thoughts. “I do thank you for mentioning this, I’ll be sure to ask Mr. Appleton how true his intentions are regarding a wife and his ability to keep his breeches fastened.” She shrugged as if she hadn’t a care in the world and said, “Perhaps he’ll be at the house party and I can ask him then.”

“The devil you will,” he practically growled. “You won’t be going to that confounded house party.”


Yes, I will.” Challenge danced in her eyes. “And if you don’t like it then you can stop calling upon me.”


Belle, I don’t—”


No.” She lifted her hand to halt his words. “I’m not going to argue with you about this anymore, and on the street no less.”

He reached for her wrist and she pulled away. “Belle, let me—”

“Let you what?” she snapped. “Let you explain to me why your way is always superior to mine? Let you get involved where you are not needed?” She shook her head. “No. No more. Nothing has changed about you. You’re upset with everything I do. The only difference now is that I don’t care what your opinion of me is. I’m going to that house party and I’m going to let Simon court me whether you want him to or not. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to pack.” Just as she finished those words, she spun on her heel and walked to where her chaperone was sitting on a bench. Belle said something to her and the older woman stood, then together they made for the direction of their townhouse.

Sebastian knew Isabelle wouldn’t like it, but he didn’t care and followed her to her home anyway. When she immediately—and firmly—slammed the door in his face, he set out to go do another thing Belle wasn’t going to like: secure himself an invitation to that blasted house party.

***

Giles lived a good two miles from where Belle was staying, but Sebastian didn’t mind the walk. It gave him time to sort things out and get some fresh air.

Actually, it didn’t.

By the time he arrived at his friend’s bachelor lodgings, he was no closer to understanding his dislike for Belle agreeing to entertain Simon Appleton’s suit nor had he yet shaken the suffocating sensation that had taken hold of him since receiving that news. Furthermore, he had no wish to discover the connection between the two.

The one thing he didn’t like, but could actually do something about was Belle’s invitation to the house party. He’d never actually attended one, but he’d heard enough rumors about them and had read of at least one unexpected engagement that had been announced at the end of almost every single one. That was the last thing Belle needed. And with her penchant to find herself in the middle of a scandal, he could almost be certain it would be her engagement announced at the end of the party.

His gut tightened in time with his fingers gripping the brass knocker of Giles’ door.

Two swift bangs and then he let himself in. Certainly not the most proper or acceptable thing among those of his class, but he and Giles had been friends long enough that pleasantries and formalities were wasted on either of them.


Sebastian,” Giles clipped by way of greeting when he glimpsed Sebastian coming down the hall. He opened the closest door. “Come.”

Sebastian followed Giles inside the room he’d indicated and took a seat in one of his black leather chairs. He looked around the room, noting the open windows, uncovered wooden floor, the clear desk, and precise location of the furniture. Either the room was never used or Giles’ had too many servants with not enough to do.

“I didn’t like it,” Giles said, lowering himself into the chair behind the desk. He swiped his hand across the clear top of his desk. “It was cluttered and dark in here before.”


It certainly isn’t now.” Sebastian ran his hands over the soft arms of the chair. “I need another favor.”

Giles’ expression stayed the same. “The house party?”

Sebastian nodded, then frowned. Giles had never been overly perceptive. How did he already know what Sebastian wanted? “I take it you’ve been invited?”


Yes.” He pursed his lips. “It’s the reason I have been searching for the blasted woman. She wants to introduce me to Society there.”


Introduce you to Society?” Sebastian repeated, perplexed. “Isn’t that for debutantes?”

Giles shrugged. “She thinks it’s time I respect my title.”


I see.” And he did. Until just a few days ago he didn’t even know that Giles
had
a title. It wasn’t his place to say anything, but as a baron, he did have a responsibility to his title and those he represented to take his place and mind his affairs. “Is that why you wanted to come to London to find her?”


Yes. She needs to know that I have everything well-in-hand.”


Do you?”


Yes.” He crossed his arms defensively. “It’s what I pay an overseer for.”


Indeed,” Sebastian murmured. “But there are other responsibilities owed to your title.”

Giles blinked.

Sebastian scowled. How could he word this without this leading into an extremely uncomfortable conversation for them both? “All right, you’re keeping a man of affairs to keep things straight with your estate manager and anyone from the barony that might require your attention.” At Giles’ nod, Sebastian swallowed his nerves and went further. “I don’t think Lady Cosgrove is concerned so much about that, but about your securing the family line.”

Giles’ face didn’t change and Sebastian thought he might have to further explain himself when suddenly Giles spoke. “I know. That’s the point of the house party,” he said as if Sebastian was the one confused in all of this.

“You plan to attend, then?”


No. I tried to tell her not to host one and now I cannot find her to tell her to call it off.” He shrugged. “You’re welcome to use my invitation. I won’t need it.”

Sebastian almost smiled. “I don’t think that will work.”

“I don’t think she’ll turn you out once you get all the way there.” He turned his attention down to his fingernails. “Since I’ve never met Lady Cosgrove, I doubt she’d know the difference anyway.”


You’ve never met her?”

Giles shook his head. “The night we met was the first time I remember being in England. I’d always stayed in Ireland until then.”

Hundreds of questions swirled through Sebastian’s mind. Questions he knew would never be answered for him. Something was certainly amiss as far as Giles’ parentage and family connections were concerned. There was no other reason for so many things to not add up. But it wasn’t his place to ask. “If you’ve never met her, then why is she so adamant to see you reclaim the responsibilities that go with your title?”


Connections?” he said with a shrug.

He was right though. Giles might merely be a baron and Lady Cosgrove a countess, but it always helped one’s social standings to be able to tout connections to other peers, even if they were of a lower rank. “You despise your title, don’t you?”

Giles lowered his lashes and continued to study the grain of wood on the flat of his desk. “Don’t you?”


That’s a fair question,” Sebastian allowed. “I wasn’t running to the continent because of my title. I—my father is still living. My title is just honorary. My responsibility to it isn’t the same as yours.”

Giles scoffed. “You still need an heir.”

“Indeed.” That was the only responsibility he had to his title as of yet. The only one his father would allow him to fulfill. Allow? No.
Urged
him to fulfill. He had a suspicion the reason Father had been so adamant about not expressing interest in Sebastian learning the other responsibilities that would one day come when his father died and left him the earldom was because of the tension his presence would create. Father might have been an earl, but with Rachel married to Lord Yourke who, though only a baron, was a second cousin to some old duke, there could be tension. Not to mention the blackmail that Mr. Knight had threatened Sebastian with if he ever appeared on the Knights’ doorstep again without the annulment papers signed. Had Mr. Knight truly informed the authorities of Sebastian’s assumed activities, it wouldn’t just be a scandal that would once again befall them, but legal entanglements, too. He shook off the thought. “My father is still young enough that he could remarry if he wanted to secure another possible heir badly enough.”


My cousin can inherit,” Giles said easily enough. He leaned back in his chair and ran the pad of his thumb along the edge of his desk, appearing not to have a worry or care one way or the other. He snorted. “Simon could inherit for all I care.”

Sebastian bristled at the mere mention of the man’s name. “I don’t think you’d really want that.”

Giles’ left shoulder tipped up. “It might make him more amiable toward me.”


I don’t think so.”

Nodding, Giles pursed his lips. “Don’t need him anyway.”

“No,” Sebastian allowed. “But I don’t think he hates you as much as you think. I think he was merely shocked.”

Giles’ impassive expression didn’t change, making Sebastian wonder why he’d even bothered to defend the man. “I’ll go to Telford tomorrow to see my cousin about the invitation.”

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