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The other shoe was, in fact, falling in the gardens right then. When an unsuitable woman showed up on one’s doorstep, action must be taken immediately before word spread. Still, for Andrew such speed was most impressive, Greer thought uncharitably. Mercedes had barely been whisked upstairs before Andrew had asked for this interview on the premise of wanting to show him new plans for a fountain.

Greer eyed a much-folded sheet of paper Andrew withdrew from his inner coat pocket and rethought his analysis. He might be wrong about the speed. His brother might have had a week or two to compose his words. Not even the army moved as slowly as his brother.

‘Miss Lockhart is a most improper lady.’ Andrew handed him the folded sheet. ‘My friend, Mister Ogilvy, wrote to me from Bath. Would you care to read it?’

‘I take it we’re not going to discuss the fountain?’ Greer could feel his temper rising. He didn’t like hearing Mercedes maligned so casually. He’d come home to sort through his thoughts and regain his perspective. He’d thought he’d have a little more time before he had to defend his choices. Apparently he was only going to get an hour.

‘It’s going over by the roses. There. We’ve talked about the fountain,’ Andrew said tersely.

‘I haven’t been home in three years and the first thing you can think to do is berate me for my companion.’

‘We’re all glad you’re home. We’re glad you weren’t killed in some meaningless action. But …’ Andrew gestured with the letter in his hand, urging Greer to take it ‘… you’ve been home for some months. Instead of coming here where you belong you’ve elected to cool your heels in Brighton and head off to Bath with a billiards champion and his daughter.’ He looked at Greer sceptically. ‘Half-pay officers must make considerably more than I thought. I know an expensive woman when I see one.’

Greer’s fist tightened at his side. ‘I should hit you for that. You don’t know a thing about her.’

‘I know she’s got you spinning so fast you can’t see straight. Ogilvy says the pair of you were inseparable in Bath and that you had rooms in her home.’

‘Her father’s home.’ Greer corrected. Andrew made it sound as if they’d been living in sin. Greer yanked the letter from Andrew’s hand and scanned the page. He’d known something of this nature was bound to happen. England wasn’t that big and the peerage even smaller. Everyone was connected in some way and news travelled. Still, Ogilvy and his brother? It seemed an unlikely connection. Ogilvy was so gregarious and his brother was, well, not.

‘How the hell do you know him, anyway?’ Greer asked, passing the letter back. It hadn’t been nearly as damning as it could have been.

Andrew shrugged and put the paper back in his coat. ‘I’ve only met him a couple of times in London. We are both members of an agricultural society and have exchanged letters about crop rotations over the years.’ And now they were exchanging letters about him. Great.

‘Ogilvy wasn’t even sure you and I were related,’ Andrew added. Too bad he’d decided to mention it at all, Greer thought. In all fairness, though, if it hadn’t been Ogilvy, it would have been someone else. He couldn’t have kept the last two months of his life a secret forever.

‘We’re getting away from the subject at hand.’ Andrew stopped on the garden path and faced him squarely, arms crossed. ‘I must ask what your intentions are in bringing Miss Lockhart here. Good Lord, she’s upstairs right now with our sisters. Who knows what she’s teaching them?’

Probably how to blow chalk off a cue. It would almost be worth it to voice the irreverent thought out loud. Andrew looked so serious, as if the fate of the world rested on this. Greer supposed it did. Andrew’s world was considerably smaller than his. ‘Father put you up to this. You sound just like him.’

Andrew didn’t bother denying it. ‘Yes. He thought you’d take it better from me. You and he haven’t always been close. He thought you might think he was being heavy handed, as always.’ Andrew softened, reminding Greer of the brother he’d grown up with. ‘Besides, I volunteered to do it willingly. I’m worried about you. I don’t expect you to be excited about the Devonshire life, not after all you’ve seen. But it’s a good life, Greer.’

‘It’s not the life I want,’ Greer answered simply. If he’d learned anything on the road with Lockhart, it was that he’d not be happy isolated in the country doing the same thing every day. There was a tedium to country life that had never quite suited him even when he’d been young. Greer shook his head. His plans were starting to take on a new importance. They had to succeed or it would be the home farm for him.

‘What do you mean to do?’ Andrew asked when there was no response from him. ‘Have you received a new posting?’

‘No. I’m thinking about selling my commission.’ His family would not like it, but he knew with absolute clarity what he’d do. ‘We mean to go on to Brighton. There’s a billiards tournament I’m going to play in and then I’m going to open a subscription room. People in Brighton are always looking for entertainment.’

‘We? You mean with her?’ Andrew was more agitated about Mercedes than the subscription room.

‘Yes. If she’ll have me. We haven’t talked about specifics yet.’ He couldn’t imagine returning to Brighton without Mercedes, couldn’t begin to contemplate launching this new enterprise without her. They’d have to contend with Lockhart, of course, but he might be more amenable to reconciliation once his anger cooled.

‘If she’ll have you? I’m sure there’s no question of it. You’re a good catch for a girl like that.’ Andrew’s tone bordered on derisive, the moment of softness gone.

‘A girl like what?’ Greer went on the defensive.

‘Well, just look at her. She’s the kind of woman who makes a man think with his wrong head.’ Implying, of course, that Greer was doing just that.

‘Will you accept her?’ Greer asked pointblank. He was really asking if the family would accept her.

‘Your mistress is your own business, you don’t need the family’s approval on that. But a mistress isn’t to be flaunted in your family’s face. You knew better than to bring her here.’

‘No.’ Greer cut him off before Andrew could begin a sanctimonious tirade about a gentleman’s ethics. ‘Will you accept her as my wife?’ It was an admittedly madcap idea, marrying Mercedes. He wasn’t even sure she was up for it after her débâcle with Luce. But once the idea had taken up residence in his brain it wouldn’t be evicted. Lady Mercedes Barrington.

Andrew shook his head. ‘You need to think this through. This could be a scandal for all of us and with Emily’s Season next year it’s an enormous risk.’

‘I don’t think the risk is all that great,’ Greer countered. ‘She’s a celebrity’s daughter and I’m a second son. I doubt the scandal would last long enough to do Emily any damage.’

‘Then there’s Father to consider. He won’t forgive this, Greer. You will have crossed him for the last time. Think of all you’ll be giving up.’

He tried not to think of that. Grandmother’s inheritance, left specifically to him. Twenty thousand pounds to be his upon his marriage to a suitable bride.

Andrew dropped his voice. ‘That twenty thousand would go so far here. We wouldn’t have to live like we do. You know what I mean.’

He did know what his brother meant: keeping up appearances. ‘There’s money for a new fountain.’

‘We’re entertaining this autumn. We had to do something.’ Andrew sighed. Yes, Greer thought, something to distract the eyes from what was really around them—a tired, worn-out estate.

‘With your twenty thousand, we could invest and draw on returns. We could fix the roof.’

‘You mean you could,’ Greer broke in coldly. ‘You’ve been dreaming of the inheritance, haven’t you?’ He was starting to see where this was all headed. Andrew lacked the sophistication of Allen Lockhart when it came to manipulation, but the end game was the same. He saw his brother’s plan. Give Greer the home farm to run, find him a nice baron’s daughter to marry and keep him and his twenty thousand here.

‘No,’ Greer said firmly. ‘I will not be emotionally blackmailed into this or threatened into it.’

Andrew’s face turned red. ‘You’ll never see a penny of it if you marry her.’

‘Not unless you use your influence with Father to convince him to release the funds.’ Greer smiled coldly. He didn’t relish what he was going to say next, but it had to be done if he wanted to know Andrew’s true colours. ‘What if I promise you half of the money if you can get it released?’

The anger left Andrew’s face almost immediately, replaced by a calculating glint in his eyes. ‘Well, that would be something to consider. Ten thousand would certainly help.’ His words were slow as he thought out loud, already imagining how to spend the funds.

Greer wanted to hit him. ‘You bastard. This isn’t about money.’ At least it shouldn’t be about money.

‘Of course it is, Greer. It’s always been about money.’ Andrew sneered. ‘Don’t be naïve.’

‘You disgust me.’ Greer turned on his heel and headed back to the house. It was something of a setback to discover he’d traded Allen Lockhart’s shenanigans for his brother’s, and that the two weren’t all that different. This visit might turn out to be shorter than planned, but he couldn’t leave it, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to spend time with his sisters, to show Mercedes his home and he needed to talk with his father, even if the outcome of that discussion seemed obvious and futile.

Five days in, Mercedes could sense things were going poorly. Not that anyone was going out of their way to be cruel. She almost wished they were. Then she could meet trouble head on. In fact the opposite was true. Dinners had been unfailingly polite, as had the game of cards afterwards. The girls and Greer’s mother had shown her around the gardens the next morning. They’d spent a companionable afternoon on the back verandah enjoying the sun and their individual arts. Emily worked with her watercolours while Clara read aloud from a novel while she and Lady Tiverton stitched.

On the surface, it all looked perfect. Like the public rooms downstairs. But underneath there was a very rotten core. She noticed it in the way no one asked her anything personal. There was no attempt to get to know her in any meaningful way. She was included enough to make it clear she was excluded.

Today she was left to her own devices, another reminder of her ultimate exclusion. The girls and Lady Tiverton had gone to the village for a meeting at the church. She’d notably not been invited. It would have required public acknowledgement. Greer was nowhere to be found, as he had been for the better part of the visit.

She saw very little of Greer and they were never alone when she did. Out of respect for the home and his parents, there was no question of a clandestine visit to his rooms or hers. She sorely missed his presence in her bed.

It was the perfect strategy: divide and conquer. She wondered if Greer saw it, this attempt to keep them apart while reminding him of all he had, of who he was, maybe even of what he stood to lose if he defied them. All the while the clock was ticking. She had to think about getting to Brighton.

Mercedes wandered into the storage corridor. Today was a perfect day to check it out. It was intriguing enough to have a storage corridor. Most people used attics. What in the world did they keep in here? She gave the first door a tentative try. It gave and she pushed it open. The room was the size of a bedroom and full of boxes.

Mercedes studied the labels: linens, tablecloths, bed sheets. Curious, Mercedes pulled down one box and opened it. The scent of cedar and lavender wafted from it. She dug her hands into depths past layers of tissue paper. Whatever was in here had been stored with the utmost care. Her hands made contact with the softest of linen and she pulled out a pristine set of white sheets trimmed in expensive lace and exquisitely embroidered. She held them to her nose and inhaled. It brought a little smile to her lips.

‘Now you know our dirty little secret.’ A voice behind her made her jump. She felt terribly vulnerable. She’d been caught red-handed at snooping.

‘Andrew, you startled me.’ Mercedes replaced the sheets and rose, brushing dust off her skirts. ‘I thought everyone was out.’

‘Obviously.’ His blue eyes were cold, lacking any of the mischief and warmth she found so often in Greer’s. He moved into the room, crowding her between the boxes and his body. ‘What do you think of us now? We keep our best things packed carefully away, bringing them out only on special occasions like state visits.’

One look at the sheets and she’d guessed as much. ‘It doesn’t matter one way or the other to me,’ Mercedes offered, stepping past him into the hall.

He grabbed her arm. ‘It matters to me. We need him to marry well. He can do much better than you and he should.’

Mercedes jerked her arm free, tempted to go for the knife in her bodice. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll see if Greer’s returned.’

But she didn’t see Greer until that night at dinner, another polite affair even though the bubble was officially off the wine after her unpleasant encounter with Andrew. She knew where the family stood. Did Greer? He looked immaculate in evening wear appropriate for the country, his blond hair momentarily tamed back from his face. He was tanned from riding and radiated strength and health. Her heart nearly cracked in two at the sight of him. Did he understand he’d have to choose between her and his family? How could she force him to make that choice?

Dinner dragged on interminably. Emily talked about the watercolour she’d painted today. Everyone laughed when Clara told a funny story about the new kittens in the barns. But there were subtle tones of tension that underlay the table tonight. Greer’s father was more taciturn than the norm and Andrew was not trying at all to disguise his dislike of her. She wished desperately for some form of escape. She was just about to fabricate an illness when Greer rose right before dessert was served.

‘If you would all excuse us, I need to steal Mercedes away. I promised her on the way here that I’d show her the gardens, but I’ve been remiss so far in carrying out my word.’

‘Thank you,’ Mercedes breathed once they were outdoors. The gardens were cool and dark in the summer night. They weren’t lit like her garden in Brighton. The only brightness was the light thrown haphazardly from the house. ‘I didn’t think I could stand another moment.’ There was so much they needed to discuss. ‘We need to talk, Greer.’

‘Hush. We’ll talk in a while. For now, just enjoy. Look at the stars. There aren’t stars in town like this.’ Greer tipped his head back to the sky and she did the same, gasping a bit at the brilliance overhead. The stars had come out in multitudes, diamonds against the black silk of the sky.

‘Stunning,’ Mercedes offered.

‘Like you.’ Greer traced a finger along the curve of her upturned jaw. ‘You’re like the sky tonight, all those brillantes in your hair, your gown like a moonbeam. I think I like you in silver best. You’re my very own star fairy.’ He placed a kiss at the base of her neck and she shivered.

‘I must apologise for leaving you alone so long. I had hoped some time with my father might help us resolve some of our differences.’ He shrugged to indicate that he’d not been successful in that regard.

So this was it. He did know he’d have to choose. How many more times would he touch her like this? They’d resumed walking the open pathways through the knot gardens. The heat of him radiated through his coat, warming her.

‘Your brother doesn’t approve of me,’ Mercedes began.

‘Maybe you’ll grow on him.’ Greer tried to dismiss the concern with humour. ‘It might take a while though. Andrew is a slow learner.’

‘Do you think there will be time for that?’ she ventured, veering carefully towards the conversation they needed to have. Would he stay or would he come to Brighton?

Greer stopped and turned towards her, his eyes taking on a serious cast. ‘I certainly hope so.’ Something in his demeanour put her on alert. Her hands were in his, flat against his chest. He held her with those deep blue eyes and she waited, unable to form the questions pelting through her mind.

‘There is much I need to talk to you about, Mercedes, but I felt I couldn’t until I was sure of things. I had arrangements I needed to make, conversations I needed to have. Now all is settled and I can come to you.’

Her heart began to race. She’d understood the first part. There was much to talk about and she could imagine most of it. It was time to say goodbye. But the rest made no sense. Arrangements he needed to make …? A pit formed in her stomach, the roasted fowl threatening to come up. He wanted her to be his mistress. For him it would be the perfect compromise. He could have her without separating from his family.

No, oh, please not that. To have him, but not have him, would be worse than not having him altogether. It would cheapen everything they’d shared. Was that all he’d seen her as? Even if it was all she could expect from a nobleman’s son, she wouldn’t take half measures. It wasn’t the offer that turned her stomach so much as the realisation that she’d thought he’d known her better than to ask.

She tugged, trying to free her hands. Greer held tight. She lashed out with cold words. ‘I will never be any man’s mistress, Captain Barrington. Not even yours.’

He gave a slight shake of his head. ‘Not that.’ Then he laughed. ‘This is not going quite as I had planned.’

She realised her mistake with a dawning fear that replaced the horror over being his mistress. A man like Greer didn’t bring a mistress to the family seat. A man like Greer would only bring home a woman he meant to … Mercedes felt her legs go weak. Oh Lord, Greer meant to propose.