Читать книгу Dare to Love - Alleigh Burrows - Страница 11

Dare congratulated himself.

He’d done quite well showing William nothing improper had occurred with his sister during their travels. It hadn’t, of course, but he did have to admit to certain uncomfortable thoughts about her, as unexpected as they were unappreciated. She was a nice enough girl, but it wasn’t as though she was his usual fare. She was an unmarried miss, not to mention his best friend’s sister. He couldn’t very well go lusting after her.

Determined to put her out of his mind, he turned his attention to more appropriate quarry. While the Horshams were known more for their sportsmanship than their love of fashion, they still had managed to invite a promising crop of ladies. Some were acquaintances from London, and others were fresh faces, no doubt from nearby land. A number were sneaking glances at him from behind fans or around shoulders, twittering with glee. Sometimes, it was almost too easy.

Secure in the knowledge he would have no trouble finding someone to warm his bed, he turned his attention to more conventional pursuits. “Well, Horsham, where are you keeping the best brandy? If I have to drink anymore of this blasted lemonade, I will throw myself through the window.”

William turned with a smile. “One moment, Landis. Let me introduce Nicholas Beecham, my soon-to-be brother-in-law. And this is Sir Beecham, Nicholas’s father.”

Dare dipped a bow at each of them. They were obviously father and son, both with thinning sandy hair and ruddy cheeks. While Nicholas had a slender frame at the moment, he was sure to descend into stoutness in time, like his father.

“This scoundrel is Adair Landis, one of my oldest friends. Since you have no daughters, Sir Beecham, I can refrain from my usual warning, although I’d still suggest you keep a fair distance between him and Lady Beecham.”

William chuckled, while Dare inclined his head in silent acknowledgement. No point in arguing with the truth. Married women were often his most enthusiastic conquests.

“You’ll be joining us tomorrow for the hunt, won’t you, Landis?” William inquired.

“Naturally. I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Be careful out there,” warned Sir Beecham. “You’ll want to keep an eye out for poachers this year.”

“Poachers? How strange,” said William. “It’s been a good season this year. No need for poaching when the weather’s good.”

“Still, we’ve heard some shots at odd times. Found a few winged birds that weren’t properly taken.”

“Last time we had poachers was during the drought of 1811. Remember how bad things got? The lake damn near dried up.”

“Good God, yes,” Dare exclaimed. “The stench was horrendous. Half-dead fish flopping around in the muck. Smelled like a London wharf.”

“We had to send our horses to Franklinshire to graze. Nothing here but stubble.” William sighed. “Couldn’t ride for almost a month.” Turning to his left, he said, “Not a bad summer for you though, eh, Godwin? Weather was much nicer in Scotland, from what I heard. Very fruitful.”

Thomas nodded before turning to shoot a smile in his wife’s direction. “It was a very nice summer indeed.”

“I sense there’s a story here,” said Nicholas.

“Yes, that was the summer Thomas went up to his estate in Scotland with his sister, thereby depriving me of her treasured company for almost two months,” Joseph moaned.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “You survived quite well, and her absence probably helped your suit more than your constant presence.”

“Yes, well, regardless of that fact,” William continued, “Thomas took his sister Briar and her two friends, Abby and Constance, to Scotland. After their lives were threatened by a disreputable land agent, he acted the hero, saved Abby’s life, and managed to make her fall in love with him.”

“What I don’t understand is why she continues to feel that way, now that you’re back home. I thought surely she’d come to her senses,” Dare said.

“Now don’t be such a humbug, Landis. Just because you weren’t able to pull off the same trick with her sister, don’t begrudge Thomas his happiness,” William retorted.

Dare flashed his friend a look that would terrify most people, but William took no notice.

Abby chose that moment to join them.

“Good evening, sirs. I had the strangest feeling I was the subject of your conversation and wanted to know if the sentiments were good or bad.”

Thomas laid a gentle hand on her waist. “Always good, my dear. We were discussing our first trip to Scotland.”

“Oh yes, what an adventure. We thought we were being very discreet, trying to refrain from a courtship to protect our sisters’ sensibilities, and all the while Constance and Briar were plotting to throw us together.”

“Where is your sister, Abby? Surely, Constance will be joining us for the wedding,” Joseph asked.

“No, I’m afraid not. She has found she is with child again. She had a bit of a difficult time with Emmy, and Jonathan urged her to stay home to rest.”

Dare was unable to prevent a flare of disgust at the thought. “Breeding more peasants, I see.”

Thomas took a menacing step toward him. “I’ll thank you to remember that is my sister-in-law you are referring to. Don’t think for a moment the fact we are friends would prevent me from running you through.” At that, he rested his hand on the sword that he wore, a holdover from his days as a soldier.

Unperturbed, Dare returned his stare. Thomas was fully capable of striking him down without a second thought, but Dare had no interest in ruining his evening over a distant memory. Turning to Abby, he executed the slightest of bows, and with as minimal scorn as he could muster, responded, “My apologies. Please offer your sister my felicitations.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the group.

He strolled to the opposite corner of the room, and had just taken a pinch of snuff, when a hand squeezed his arm. He glared down into the face of a dark-haired beauty.

“Don’t worry, milord, I’m not going to take you to task. Quite the contrary. I couldn’t be in more agreement with you regarding your disgraced ladyfriend. Why in heaven’s name she would settle for a servant when she could have had”—her eyes took a long slow walk over Dare’s form—“you. That, I will never understand.”

“Ah, Miss Berkshire. How are you?”

“Lady Wilshire, if you please. You’ll remember I have been married for three seasons now.”

“As you say. Difficult to remember as you are never seen together in any pursuits.”

“Yes, it works well for us. I now have a fortune, he has respectability, and we are both free to pursue our own interests.” She ran her small gloved hand over the sleeve of his jacket. “Do you have any interests here, Lord Landis?”

The seductive smile and sweep of her thick lashes across her rosy cheeks left no doubt as to her meaning. Her red dress was rather bold for a country gathering, but it set off her creamy skin, and the red ribbon threaded though her dark hair made a striking contrast. While Dare had avoided the lovely Miss Berkshire while she was searching for a husband, she now presented a delightfully unencumbered opportunity.

Perhaps it was time to take advantage of a longing that had simmered for years. He pitched his voice low. “And the respectable Lord Wilshire…?”

“Is most decidedly occupied…as long as the spirits continue to flow.” She gave a pointed glance toward a rotund gentleman at the far end of the room. Said gentleman was flushed and unsteady, draining a glass of Madeira as if on cue.

Dare leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “You do know that respectability is not something I value. In fact, I find it quite dull. Are you certain you can suppress that element of your personality, at least for the evening?”

She gave a throaty chuckle. “That should not be a problem.”

She took a step toward the door and then raised her fan up to her face. Two flicks of the wrist were followed by a sigh. “La, I fear this room is getting warm. I believe I may need to lie down for a few moments before dinner. Will you excuse me?” Her eyes brazenly roved over his figure before she turned and glided out the door.

Dare watched her leave, noting the sway of her hips. He sipped his drink, enjoying the anticipation. When the glass was empty, he placed it on the footman’s tray and slipped out of the room. He headed up the staircase to the guest rooms. A quick glance at the row of doors showed that Lady Wilshire was a woman with experience. The red ribbon that had been weaved through her hair peeked out of a doorway on the far left of the hall. Perfect.

He pressed open the door, taking the ribbon with him. Lady Wilshire was stretched out on the bed, a shapely calf peeking out from under her skirt.

“I understand you are feeling a bit warm. Perhaps I can help you out of your dress, so you’ll be more comfortable.”

With a wicked smile, she raised her arms and drew him to her.

* * * *

In the distance, a dinner bell stirred them from their lethargy. “Well, my dear, it appears we have other appetites that need sating. I fear that the Horsham’s chef will have quite a time topping my last meal.”

“Mmm. No need to go. I can ring to have a tray brought up.” Lady Wilshire snuggled closer to his chest, gripping the fine lawn of his shirt. “Much as I enjoyed the blindfold, I’d like to see you this time.”

He grabbed her hands before they could remove the red ribbon he’d tied around her head. Sitting up, he smoothed his shirt down with one hand before slipping the cloth from her eyes. “I think not.”

In fact, that was definitely not going to happen. He climbed out of bed and reached for his breeches.

She hadn’t gotten the message. She sat up and raised an arm to stroke his back. “I’m sure we won’t be missed.”

Before she could touch him, he twisted away to don his pants. “You may not be missed, but I most certainly will be.”

As expected, that did not sit well with her. She glared up at him, her eyes narrowed to slits. “So, what they say is true. You use women for your enjoyment and then leave without the slightest care.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You appeared to gain some enjoyment, Lady Wilshire. I cannot imagine you expected us to form a lasting entanglement.”

Giving him her finest pout, she responded, “Not a lasting one perhaps, but I’m sure a repeat performance would be mutually satisfying.”

“Perhaps another time. For now, I require some proper nourishment.” He pulled on his boots, grabbed the remainder of his clothes, and strolled out the door.

By the time he reached the bottom of the staircase, he’d tied his cravat, straightened his cuffs, and run his fingers through his hair, assuring it was neatly arranged. Entering the dining room, he took his seat without a word. When William caught his eye, Dare raised his glass and gave him a satisfied smile. His friend chuckled and returned to his soup.