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“Lord Ryder, how pleased I am to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Patrick.”

Over her shoulder he saw Phoebe dance past, flicking him a quick wave which he acknowledged with a nod. He wanted to tell Miss Patrick to keep as far away from Phoebe Langley as possible. The comparisons would do the woman no favors, he thought, eyeing the stunning figure clad in pale, striped satin.
 

“I have a space free on my dance card, Lord Ryder,” Miss Patrick said, fluttering her lashes at him.

“I should be honored if you will place my name on it, Miss Patrick.”

Giggling she did just that, and then he offered her another bow and set off after his brother who had wandered away.

“You cannot spend the entire evening scowling, brother. You had to know that there is a shortage of eligible men in the area, and as your pedigree would suggest, you will be the most sought after,” Joseph said as he reached his side.
             

“I’m not a stallion, Joe.” Will scowled at him. “I’d forgotten that although the women are to appear meek and mild, they are in fact anything but.”

“I shall try not to let it slip that your wealth outstrips mine or you will be besieged.”

“I’ll thrash you if you do,” Will hissed as two young ladies walked past giggling and sending him flirtatious glances.

“You forget, Will, we are reared and tutored to find a suitable match nearly from the cradle.” Penny slipped her arm through his as she spoke. “Most will end with men old enough to be their fathers with only a select few finding love or even a comfortable match.

Will patted her hand. He had never given much thought to the plight of young, unwed women.

“It was merely a stroke of luck that I found someone I could tolerate,” she added, which made her husband roll his eyes.

“She threw herself at me, of course,” the Duke drawled. “Relentless in pursuit. No one else but I would do.”

Blinded by animosity towards his brother, Will had never taken the time to notice the love Joseph and Penny felt for each other. The looks they shared, the tiny, knowing smiles. He was glad that in his absence Joe had had this woman at his side.

“And now I wish to dance,” Penny said, removing her hand from Will’s arm and placing it on her husband’s.

“If I must,” the Duke said, smiling down at his wife. “Try to stay out of trouble brother,” Joe added with a wink before leading his Duchess onto the floor.
 

Shaking his head, Will was amazed that in the space of a few days the relationship he now had with his brother was stronger and more comfortable than it had ever been.

Nodding to a man who seemed vaguely familiar, Will began to make his way to where he hoped the food was. It was usually the only thing worth investigating at these events. He wondered where Olivia was. Phoebe was still dancing, but he had yet to see the elder Langley sister.
 

“My lord, let me introduce you to my daughters.”

It took twenty minutes to extract himself from the elderly lady whose name was double barreled and had sounded like a small village in Yorkshire. She had told him that her three daughters, all of whom were delighted to make his acquaintance, had talked of nothing else but meeting him since they had arrived at the Assembly. The blonde daughters had simpered and fluttered their eyelashes at him until he was ready to place his hands around their necks and squeeze. How the hell had he stomached this before leaving England, and enjoyed it?

Standing on his toes, he looked over the people towards the back of the room in the hopes of seeing a table groaning with delicious and tempting treats, and it was then he saw Olivia. Her back was to him, yet he knew it was her because suddenly he was happy to be here, when seconds before he would rather have faced a firing squad.
 

Dressed in pale rose, her gown caressed and clung to her lovely figure and her red-gold curls were piled high, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. But what drew his eye, and held it, were the gloved hands fisted at her sides. He made his way quickly through the people and as he drew closer he heard a few words and realized that she was under attack from the Major and his wife.
 

“Lord Ryder!” Lady Bruntly trilled, and her scowl was immediately replaced by a smile. “How wonderful of you to join our little gathering.”

Bowing to Lady Bruntly and her husband, Will then placed his hand beneath Olivia’s elbow. She was rigid, every muscle clenched so tight he was left in no doubt that she was in the grip of strong emotions. He wasn’t sure yet if it was anger or fear.

“Thank you, Lady Bruntly. As you can imagine, I am very happy to be home with my family.”

“Sorry state our village has come to, Lord Ryder, since your departure,” the major stated loudly as he offered Will the barest of bows, his eyes still firmly fixed and glaring on Olivia. “I was robbed just miles from home last night and Miss Langley here…”

“By two highwaymen?”

Major Bruntly frowned at his interruption but answered the question.
 

“Yes, two highwaymen who robbed us of all our jewels and money and then bound us hand and foot while our driver was shot.”

“Doesn’t sound like the two who robbed me. In fact, I’m sure that one of them was a woman,” Will mused.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lord Ryder. No woman could hold up a carriage or outmaneuver a man,” the major stated loudly, making sure everyone around them heard.
 

Will had neither liked nor disliked the major; in fact, before today he had not given the man a thought. But he now had all of Will’s attention.
 

“My statement was based on my beliefs, Major, ridiculous or not,” Will spoke the words softly. For years, he had controlled sailors and disreputable men who would slit a throat for a few coins, and he had realized that to control them he had to gain their respect. Yelling or using his fists had not worked every time; therefore, he had learned to get what he wanted through talking.

The major, however, failed to heed the warning in Will’s tone and simply changed tact by re-launching his attack on Olivia. Not a very smart move to Will’s way of thinking. Flushed with self-importance and the fact that he had the Duke’s younger brother as his audience, the major glared at Olivia, who glared right back. She had a backbone, did little Miss Langley, but she would not beat a bully like Bruntly alone.

“She dares to compete in the Derby, Lord Ryder. A woman!” Major Bruntly spat the last word out, as if she were a species of rodent. “She has brought disgrace on her family and the village.”

Will felt a swift flood of rage and beside him Olivia fared little better. He felt her brace herself as she prepared to launch a verbal attack on the major. Squeezing her elbow, Will was surprised when she obeyed his silent command and remained quiet.

Looking steadily at the older man for several seconds, Will made sure he had the major’s complete attention before he spoke.
 

“I take exception to your insulting words, Major. The Langley family are respected members of this village and friends to the Duke and I.” Will watched the man’s mouth drop open as he spoke. “She has as much right as any of us to ride in the Derby. If she wishes to do so then it will be with the full support of my family and I will not tolerate your slurs on her character.”
 

“Now, listen here…”
 

Cutting him off, Will finished what needed to be said.
 

“If I hear one whisper about this matter in the future, you will have me to answer to. I hope you understand me, Major Bruntly. I do not tolerate men who threaten women, especially not a woman whom I count as my friend.”

Steering Olivia around the Bruntlys, who were now gasping like landed fish, Will urged her onto the dance floor. Placing her in the line, he then stood opposite. He saw she was stunned into silence and thought that was possibly a good thing; however, he was not foolish enough to believe this condition would last much longer.

She didn’t know what to say or how to thank him, yet thank him she must, Livvy realized, looking to where Will stood across from her. He had just defended her to Major Bruntly and Livvy had not had anyone stand up for her in years. Lord, it should not feel so good. He smiled at her and then turned to chat with Squire Patrick on his left, as if he had not just torn strips of Major Bruntly’s tough hide.
 

“What were you and the Braggerlys’ talking about and why did Lord Ryder appear so suddenly at your side?”

These words were hissed at Livvy as the dance began by Phoebe, who took her hand to form a circle.
 

“The major was expressing his opinion on my participation in the Derby,” Livvy said quickly before they parted. Mr. Oglivy, Phoebe’s partner, then appeared beside her.
 

“I wonder, Miss Langley, if you could persuade your sister to allow me to be the one to procure her some refreshment after this dance.”

“I don’t think… oh dear, are you all right Mr. Ogilvy?” Livvy bit her bottom lip as the man tripped over his feet and landed at hers. Bending, she was just about to help him rise when two large hands beat her to it.
 

“Up you get, Ogilvy. We must ask someone to look at that loose floorboard,” Will said as he brushed the dust from the other man’s jacket and tweaked his now hopelessly ruffled neck tie before nudging him back into place with the other dancers.
 

“Th—thank you, Lord Ryder. Yes, it would be terrible if a lady were to trip.” Mr. Ogilvy’s cheeks resembled rosy apples.

Noting the wicked look in Will’s eyes, Livvy quickly dropped her own to the floor before she laughed. Handsome in his navy blue coat and buff breeches, the other men seemed pale and insipid beside him and yet his dress was not dissimilar to theirs. It was his presence, the vitality of the man that seemed to eclipse all the others around him. As he turned once again to face her, she noted a flash of emerald. His waistcoat was striped with blue and emerald and should have made him look like a preening peacock yet the effect was quite the opposite.
 

“You’re frowning, Olivia.”

“I fear it is instinctive, Lord Ryder,” Phoebe said loudly before once again turning away.

Laughing, he took Livvy’s hand as they navigated a turn.
 

“I’m sorry you were subjected to that fool.”

“Tis not your fault, my lord. I am used to Major Bruntly’s ways. Please do not give it another thought.”

“She always frowns,” Phoebe interrupted, crossing in front of them.

Livvy rolled her eyes as her sister and partner swept by, Phoebe in a series of elegant movements, her partner stumbling over the steps.

“And why do you think that is, Phoebe?”

As if Livvy wasn’t within hearing distance, Will and Phoebe proceeded to discuss her.

“She tends to worry, my lord. Grabs hold of a problem and gnaws on it. In my opinion, she needs to have more fun.”

“Shut up, Phoebe!”

“Fun you say?” Lord Ryder murmured, and then to Livvy’s relief the dance pulled him away.
 

“If you say one more word, sister, your room will be let and I will have your bed set up in the stables!” Livvy whispered as Phoebe took her hand again.

“Boris and Harvey would be extremely put out, Livvy. You know how they like to sleep late.” Phoebe gave her a cheeky grin.

“Who and what are Boris and Harvey?”

“Horses, Lord Ryder,” Phoebe said.

“As to my earlier request, Miss Langley,” Mr. Ogilvy said, appearing at her side once again. This time he managed to remain upright. “Do you think you could ask Miss Phoebe if she will let me procure her some refreshment?”

She couldn’t help it. Mr. Ogilvy’s request tipped her over the edge and suddenly Livvy was giggling. It was all so ridiculous. They were dancing, for pity’s sake, surrounded by people, and she was having three conversations at once and one was about the sleeping habits of her horse. Pressing a hand to her lips she tried to stop but the laughter kept coming.
 

“Are you hysterical?” Phoebe questioned, bending at the waist to peer into her sister’s eyes, which only made Livvy worse. Waving her free hand about for no reason other than to indicate she was all right, Livvy tried to stop, yet couldn’t.

“Fresh air is the only cure for hysteria,” Lord Ryder declared.

With those words, Livvy found herself propelled towards the back of the room.
 

“Excuse me. Yes, I fear Miss Langley is not feeling quite the thing. Vapors, I think. Most distressing,” Will said as they moved through the crowds to the door that led to a balcony. “She should be fine in a few moments; you know how delicate women can be.”

If Livvy wasn’t giggling she would take exception to his words, but she was still overcome with laughter. She tried to nod to people as they looked at her but more laughter kept spilling from her lips. Perhaps she was hysterical after all?

“Through you go,” Will said, opening the door and ushering Olivia outside. He then closed it behind them.
 

A blast of cold air greeted them, but she did not seem to mind. Her pretty face was alight, eyes sparkling, and small snuffling noises told him she was still seeing the funny side to something. He saw the carefree girl she had once been in the smiling woman before him.

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