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      When I originally sat down to write AN IMPRUDENT LADY, it was with the intent of writing a single story. But as I wrote Charlotte and Daniel’s tale, I got to know several key secondary characters and realized that they had a very compelling story to tell, too.

      So, when my editor asked me to send more Undones, I went straight to the Fortney family where Angelica and Vinedale were practically begging me to tell their story. Sometimes proximity can breed familiarity…and love.

      It is with great delight that I am able to share with you this new Undone short story, A DISGRACEFUL MISS, the second in the Fortney Follies series. It’s the story of Angelica and Vinedale, the daughter and best friend of our former hero, Daniel. Angelica struggles to find her place in the world, since everything she’s known about family has disintegrated around her, and Vinedale struggles against his overpowering feelings for his best friend’s daughter.

      I hope that you enjoy their story and I would love to hear from you! Visit my website at www.elainegolden.com or email me at [email protected].

      Happy Reading!

      To Rodney, my inspiration and my muse. You’ve still got it, babe.

      To Tamara and Jessica for the insightful critiques and encouragement.

      And, to Linda for wanting the rest of the family story. And making it a series.

      CONTENTS

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      CHAPTER ONE

      “That girl will be the death of me, Vine.”

      Julian Kenneway, the Earl of Vinedale, was leaning over his favorite billiards table at White’s, when Daniel Walsh made this declaration. Julian paused in assessing his next shot and glanced toward his friend.

      Ten years Julian’s senior, Daniel wasn’t one for getting upset about much of anything. But now that Daniel was reunited with his beloved Charlotte, Julian wouldn’t sign any vowels betting on it. In fact, Julian couldn’t resist the opportunity to goad Daniel. Just a little.

      “Your new wife already curtailing your leisure activities?” Julian asked. The scathing look he received nearly caused him to lose the serious expression he was trying to hold.

      “I won’t dignify that remark with a response,” said Daniel. “It’s Angelica, not my wife. How’s a man supposed to maintain his sanity with a beauty like that on his hands? She’s catching the eye of every buck in town, and I want to throttle them just for drooling on her glove.”

      Careful not to respond, Julian returned his attention to the table, took aim and released. The ivory cue ball hurtled across the felt toward its target, which sunk in the netted pocket with authority. A moment later, the cue ball followed with a dull clack. Disgusted, he yielded the table and stepped away.

      “What, ho!” crowed Daniel as he eyed the slate field with a gleam in his eye. “That’s not your usual shot. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen you sink the cue like that before.”

      Julian ignored him, his thoughts forestalled on Daniel’s earlier remark. “So don’t let them drool on her,” he said, the words tumbling out against his will.

      “As if t’were that easy, Vine. Charlotte won’t let me interfere. Says it’s perfectly natural for a girl Angelica’s age to encourage the beaus.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “As if that should make me feel less put-upon.”

      Left to hover between them, thick and silent as soot-laden fog, was the knowledge that Daniel didn’t have the right to interfere with Angelica. Insofar as the world was concerned, Daniel was Angelica’s brother-in-law; in reality, he was her sire. Just the prior year, Daniel had returned to England for the first time in nearly two decades and reunited with his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte Fortney. And had discovered Angelica was their child.

      Daniel wasn’t even her guardian, so he couldn’t offer her more than the simple protection of a brother-by-marriage. He was relegated to the impotent role of escort-about-town.

      “I swear, if I wasn’t there glaring a warning, they’d be drooling on her bosoms, as well—which, I’ve also noted to Charlotte, are too exposed. She claims the gowns are of a modest cut, but I remain unconvinced. Your turn.”

      And lovely bosoms they were, too, Julian couldn’t help thinking. He admired them every chance he got, not that he would admit that to his friend. He rather liked his teeth where they were. Julian stepped toward the table, nonchalantly eyeing his next shot.

      But… He frowned and paused, tightly gripping his cue stick. “Who’s been paying her undo attention?”

      “Haversham, for one. I think he’s working up the nerve to approach Wainsborough.”

      Julian froze. The Duke of Wainsborough, as the head of Angelica’s family, was her de facto guardian, which could mean only one thing. A marriage proposal was imminent.

      Julian had known it was an eventuality—there was a reason they called the London season the Marriage Mart. But he’d considered it a distant concern. Had hoped it would be in the far distance.

      Daniel laughed. “But little good it’ll do the man even if Wainsborough does give his consent.”

      “How’s that?”

      “According to Charlotte, the chit’s long since set her cap. Wouldn’t even consider Haversham’s proposal if he managed to choke it out coherently with seraphim standing as witness.”

      Which was saying something. Haversham was a well-set marquess, which was sufficient to elicit the enthusiasm of every other husband-seeking hopeful in town.

      “Who’s the lucky lad, then?” And why had Julian never heard this before? His heart hammered in his chest, dreadful and steady as a death knell.

      “Lord Bradley Carston, apparently. Do you know him?”

      “I know his family. Bradley’s a bit younger, so we didn’t attend university together. Second or third son, isn’t he?”

      Was

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