LITMIR.BIZ

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she couldn’t torment him anymore. He’d guessed right. “Lord Downholland has particularly wished to gather all the documents pertaining to the house in one place. I merely offered to assist him.”

      “And I offered to assist Connie,” he said smoothly, back in control. “I’m sorry, Miss Stobart, but her claims had precedence.”

      Wonderful. He was fast making an enemy on her behalf. Miss Stobart would resent her intensely if she came between the chase and ensnarement of her quarry. “I’m only doing this until my fiancé arrives.”

      Miss Stobart relaxed, nodded regally. “I see. But Lord Ripley has other commitments.”

      “I’ll be down directly, ma’am.” He walked to the door and held it open. “If you would not mind waiting for a few moments, I would greatly appreciate the time.”

      Miss Stobart swept through and he closed the door behind her.

      Breathing deeply, he slumped against it. He met Connie’s gaze and smiled. “Thank you.”

      So that was what she was good for. A distraction. “I’m not prepared to act as your chaperone, sir.”

      Laughing, he waved a hand in one of the most elegant movements she’d ever seen. “I would be eternally grateful to you if you did so.” He sauntered toward her. “I never thought I’d be in need of one, to be truthful.”

      Connie resisted the temptation to move away. She was not afraid of this man, or intimidated by him, even though he had just gone from being the object of her fantasies to a real live human being. His panic, his silent appeal for help had transformed him in her eyes. Although, sadly, his appeal remained.

      Seizing her hand, he dropped a kiss on the back, and immediately restored it to her. “I can’t thank you enough, ma’am.” He grinned wickedly. “Connie.”

      “I wasn’t even aware you knew my first name.”

      “I do.”

      How did he know her name when she wasn’t even aware that he’d noticed her? Had he made a point of learning it?

      “Connie, I truly appreciate your help. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”

      “You can answer this. Why is it so important to avoid Miss Stobart?” She dared to turn around and look at his face, bracing herself for the visual contact, as she always did when she looked at him. “You raced in here as if the hounds of hell were after you. Surely you have enough address to avoid her?”

      He perched on the table by her side. Too close.

      Anger was taking the place of curiosity. She no longer cared about the social gulf between them, or her dowdy appearance, or anything else other than the consideration that he had treated her badly. “Sir, I’m a widow, from the country, but I’m not prepared to be treated as if I don’t exist.”

      His eyes darkened as he gazed steadily at her. “I owe you an apology. I am truly sorry if I implied anything of the kind. I meant it. I owe you a favor. Anything.”

      The devil take him. What she could do with was an extra pair of hands, and someone who knew how to read the spidery old writing she was fighting every day. She folded her arms. “Very well, since you ask. I want an assistant in this task. I agreed to help my godfather gather the books he’ll need to compile a family history. It’s proving more difficult than I imagined. Some of the books are heavy and stored in virtually inaccessible places.”

      His broad shoulders eased. “I would be honored to help.”

      “Even if it meant getting a speck of dirt on your clothes?”

      “Even then.” His lips curved in a disconcertingly attractive smile.

      Meeting his eyes became more difficult and she fought the urge to fidget. She’d have to change her chair, it was becoming most uncomfortable. “I’m working at this task most of the day. Until my fiancé arrives.”

      “Dankworth, yes.” He snapped the name as if Jasper had done something to annoy him. “I should wish you happy, I suppose.”

      “Content will do. Thank you.”

      He quirked a brow. That irritating smile returned. “Contentment only? You don’t wish for wedded bliss?”

      “Not in the least. A rational partnership is my dearest wish.” It was the truth. Love had done nothing for her. She wished for a comfortable marriage that would improve the lot of both parties, nothing else. She’d decided that years ago, and now her ambition was within her grasp, she’d do nothing to change it. “The marriage will suit my godparents, who have been kind to me and have no child of their own to inherit their estate.”

      “They know about Dankworth, then?”

      Did he? Eyeing her pen, she wished she could take it up again and lose herself in the old inventories. She didn’t want her decision questioned in this way. What good would it do? “They know he can be foolish on occasion. Marriage will settle him and ensure heirs for the estate.” She tired of this game. This man was only baiting her. “I understand you’re here seeking a bride, sir. You won’t find one in this room.”

      “Will I not?” He leaned forward, pressing home his advantage. His citrus and spice scent was altogether too seductive. His low voice hinted at unforgiveable sins. “You’re not formally betrothed yet, ma’am.”

      “I will be very soon.” She wasn’t very good at flirting, never had been. She scraped back her chair, got to her feet, and made a business of shaking out the skirts of her drab green gown. “You cannot show the guests such discourtesy. They are here for you, at least a good many are.”

      He grinned wryly. “It would be more discourteous to run away screaming. If I don’t have this escape, I might very well do that.” He stood, took a few paces toward the door, and turned back, the skirts of his country coat swinging around thighs that filled out his breeches creditably. “I see I must confide my predicament and throw myself on your mercy. Miss Stobart is determined to trap me into a connection I have no desire to acquire.”

      Miss Stobart had either ignored Connie or treated her with barely concealed contempt since her arrival. Connie had heard rumors as well as witnessed Miss Stobart’s relentless pursuit of his lordship.

      He sighed and scrutinized the silver buckle on his shiny black shoe. “I suspect my father put her and her mother in the way of finding me here. The old man wants me married and as soon as possible. The truth is, I was caught in a compromising position with Miss Stobart at a ball and I decided to leave London for a while until the affair blew over.” He lifted his hand as if to run it through his hair, but he was wearing a fashionable wig.

      From the color of his brows, she’d say his hair was dark underneath and she had an irrational but powerful desire to see it for herself. To touch it, in a way entirely forbidden to her. Annoying that this unwanted desire wouldn’t leave her. His confession didn’t endear him to her. Compromising position could mean anything from a private conversation to full-blown seduction.

      “The incident happened at a ball,” he continued. “Miss Stobart said she’d torn her gown and asked me to help her pin it. So there I was kneeling at her feet in an anteroom when her aunt dramatically flung open the door. She’d been clever enough to bring witnesses.”

      That wasn’t so bad. “Didn’t you explain your task?”

      ”They chose not to believe me. Miss Stobart swore it was a declaration of marriage. It was not, but my absence from town was advisable. She chased me here.” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them they were filled with surprising bleakness. “I must sound like the veriest coxcomb, imagining every woman in the house after my hand.”

      “No indeed, sir. You are from one of the foremost families in the land, accepted everywhere, and in possession of a large fortune. Why should you not think that?.” Since he was being so honest, why should she not do the same?

      He

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