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Her heart raced as he took three leisurely steps and halted uncomfortably close to her. Dismay at the wonder as to why he wasn’t bound and gagged inside a carriage racing toward Scotland vanished when she glimpsed the chilling glint in his eyes. Horror rushed to the surface at the possibility that it would be Lord Rushton who called out Lord Somerset.

The earl grasped her hand and brought it to his lips. His eyes held hers as he brushed a kiss to her fingers “This situation, for example.” 

Chapter Four

Technically, Erroll hadn’t agreed to kidnap Miss Crenshaw. Yet the warmth of her fingers beneath his conjured the picture of her lying on the cushion of his carriage, hands tied and bound to the door, and eyes blindfolded as they raced into the night. His carriage stood outside. All he had to do was get her inside and he would have her exactly where he’d envisioned having her since he’d leaned over her bed and her breast brushed his chest. Erroll nearly laughed. There was no other answer. He’d lost his mind. He would have her where he wanted her—without the trip to Gretna Green and quite willingly, if he wasn’t mistaken.

He had done a little investigating and found that five years ago the lady had eloped. The prospective groom’s father caught up with them before the marriage took place but, as was so often the case, the wedding night had preceded the vows. Lord Harrison Blane claimed she was pregnant with his child. Time passed and no child appeared, but the accusation was enough to brand her an undesirable bride. A fact that was sure to work in his favor.

Erroll straightened from his bow, placed her hand in the crook of his arm, and faced Somerset. “It almost seems you intended to take advantage of my future wife. But that cannot be the case.”

Miss Crenshaw gave a soft gasp and he only half regretted his stupidity. If he could hear her gasp in that fashion while he moved inside her, it would be worth the thrashing his father administered once they broke their connection. She had no more desire to marry him than he did to marry her. In the end, she could cry off, and they would both go their merry ways; her, the wounded lady, and him, the same rakehell he’d been all along.

Somerset’s eyes narrowed.

Erroll had seen that look before. “Really, Somerset, does the lady look as though she is being held against her will?”

He released the hand that held her fingers around his arm. She didn’t pull away. Very good. Now what would it take to induce her to stroll with him in the gardens? That, Erroll decided, would be the challenge—and the fun—of the chase and, who knew, they might slake their desire even quicker than he’d anticipated.

“She is too much of a lady to show her agitation,” Somerset said through tight lips.

“Rest assured, I am not a prisoner,” she said in a no nonsense tone that made Erroll want to laugh. That she had no fear of him, he found intriguing. 

Somerset wasn’t afraid of him, either, and that could present a problem. Dueling over a woman was bad business. Erroll had no intention of turning a simple
affaires de coeur
into a drama that might exile him to one of their homes in Scotland, or worse, to France. Neither had he any intention of giving up the chase. 

He looked down at Miss Crenshaw who, as he’d noticed upon first seeing her, looked beautiful in olive green velvet. The dress would have appeared modest on any other woman, but the bodice simply couldn’t contain her breasts, and the rise of creamy flesh that spilled over the top of the lace hardened Erroll’s resolve—and his cock—to taste her sweet charms.

“Would you like lemonade, my dear?” he asked.

Surprise flickered in her eyes, then they narrowed almost imperceptivity. She may not be afraid of him, but she didn’t trust him. She wasn’t stupid. Unexpectedly, her expression turned sweet, and Erroll was pleased to realize she had no more taste for duels than he did.

She inclined her head. “That would be lovely, my lord.”

“Somerset.” Erroll gave him a slight nod, then started away with her.

“I am here if you need me, Eve.”

Erroll paused and looked at her. “Do you need him, my dear?”

“I am quite well, thank you.”

Erroll shifted his gaze to the earl. “She does not need you, Somerset. By the by, I expect from now on, you will not be so familiar with my future wife.”

Miss Crenshaw’s fingers tightened around his arm and he agreed with the sentiment he knew the action betrayed. He’d done it again; called her his future wife. 

*****

Eve walked from the alcove on shaky legs. What had gone wrong with her plan? Why wasn’t Lord Rushton on his way to Gretna Green? A hint of fatigue beneath his eyes caught her attention and she wondered if he had attended other parties before finding her here. His direct manner inside the alcove gave her the feeling that he’d been searching for her. She recalled his wound and realized his leg might be worse than he’d let on.

“How is your leg, sir?”

He looked at her. “Are you sorry you shot me?”

She waited until they sidestepped two gentlemen in their path, then said, “You deserved it. But I am sorry. The shot alerted the innkeeper and maids to our altercation. Things would have been much easier had they not seen the mess with their own eyes.”

“So you do not regret so much shooting me, as the fact it got us caught.”

She gave an impatient shake of her head. “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“How fortunate for me.”

“Why someone did not shoot you long ago defies belief.”

“Others have tried,” he said with an amiable tone. “Their aim simply was not as good as yours.”

The next steps brought them to a stop as Lady Banks and Lady Hollister turned toward them.

“Good evening, my lord,” Lady Banks said.

“My lord.” Lady Hollister gave a small curtsey, then looked at Eve. “Miss Crenshaw.”

“Ladies.” He reached for Lady Hollister’s hand and Eve released him as he bowed over it, then turned to Lady Banks and did the same.

“We must offer our felicitations,” Lady Banks said. “We read of your engagement in the paper. How exciting!”

Eve caught the flicker of surprise in the earl’s eyes. So he had been unaware of the announcement as well.

He flashed a charming smile at Eve. “I am a very fortunate man.”

Good Lord, his performance was sure to ignite the two old biddies’ imaginations. By morning, all of Manchester would believe that Earl Rushton was smitten with his wife-to-be. The current gossip was bad enough, but after this, his and Grace’s return to England as man and wife would paint her forever as the bride cast aside in favor of her sister. The gossip would not flatter Lord Rushton any more than it would her, she realized with a start. She hadn’t considered how his ‘jilting her’ might affect his reputation. What sort of cad left his intended bride for her sister?

Lady Hollister’s titter of laughter grated against Eve’s ear. “I am sure you two shall be very happy,” the older woman said, “and it could not have come at a better time. We were saddened to hear of your brother’s death, Lord Rushton.”

He stiffened.

That was right. Eve had forgotten. He returned from the navy a little over a year ago with the news that his brother had perished at Trafalgar. His brother had reached the rank of lieutenant, and Eve’s father said he earned that rank as an enlisted man, instead of letting the marques buy him a commission. According to her father, Lord Valan was on his way to an Admiralty.

“That is kind of you,” Rushton replied.

Lady Hollister looked confused. “Forgive me if I spoke out of turn, my lord. I—”

“There is nothing to forgive,” he interrupted. “Now, if you will excuse us, we were on the way to the refreshments room. Miss Crenshaw is thirsty.”

“Of course,” the ladies answered in unison. They dropped a curtsy and he led Eve away.

“Meddling old busy-bodies,” he muttered as he guided her around another couple.

Eve knew he was bothered by their mention of his brother, and wanted to offer condolences, but his response made her reticent. Instead, she said, “You purposely egged them on about our supposed engagement.”

His head snapped in her direction. He stared for an instant, then grinned. “I cannot help myself, can I?”

“I believe you thrive on mischief.” His brows rose, and she added, “In this case, you are only making it more difficult for when we do not marry.”

“You are still set against marrying me, then?”

“Do not act as if you feel any different.”

“Rushton,” a large man called to him.

The earl brought them to a halt as the man closed the few paces separating them, a lady on his arm.

“Lord Camden,” the earl said. “Lady Camden.”

“How are you, Rushton?” the man said.

“Very well, thank you. May I present Miss Eve Crenshaw? Miss Crenshaw, Lord and Lady Camden.”

Eve affected a graceful bow. “My lord. Lady Camden.”

“Oh yes,” Lady Camden said. “We know who this young lady is.”

“Congratulations, my boy,” Lord Camden said. “It is high time you settled down. Your father must be pleased.”

Lord Rushton canted his head. “The marquess is satisfied.”

“Satisfied?” Lady Camden laughed. “I am certain he is ecstatic.”

Ecstatic? Eve had serious doubts about that. Oscar, her coachman and confidant, had told her that the marquess had visited her father that afternoon while she and Grace were shopping. Eve feared that meant her father had given the marquess the marriage contract—along with the threat that he would shoot the earl if the marquess did not endorse the marriage.

Eve caught sight of a woman she didn’t recognize staring at Lord Rushton.

“It was very nice seeing you,” the earl said to Lord and Lady Camden. “But if you will excuse us. We were on our way to the refreshments room.” He didn’t wait for a reply, but grasped Eve’s elbow and maneuvered her around them.

His attention, she noticed, snagged on the woman, and the woman’s mouth curved in a sensual smile. Eve barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Was the woman a past lover, a current lover, or perhaps in the market for a lover? Lord Rushton made a sudden turn that took her out of view and Eve cast him a furtive glance. His gaze remained forward, and his expression gave away none of his thoughts. 

Two more couples waylaid them before they made it halfway around the large ballroom, and Eve spotted a group of rotund women who had them in their sights. Lord Rushton steered her past a cluster of gentleman and into the thick of the crowd where it would be difficult for the ladies to navigate their girth. They emerged near a hallway and he hurried her forward.

“The refreshments room is there.” He pointed ahead to an open doorway.

Two couples stepped from the room into the corridor and Lord Rushton slowed as they passed. Eve started to veer toward the open doorway, but he hurried her past the room.

“My lord,” Eve protested.

“Shh,” he whispered.

They turned the bend into a shadowy part of the corridor.

“Sir, we should not be here.”

He made a quick left down another corridor, then stopped in front of the fourth room on the left. He released her hand, slid open the doors wide enough to fit through, then urged her inside the dimly lit room.

Eve whirled back toward the door and was forced to retreat two paces when he stepped inside. “Lord Rushton, this is a very bad idea.”

He drew the doors closed. The meager light from the hallway disappeared and they were left with a faint light emanating from the hearth.

Lord Rushton faced her. “I realize meeting alone like this is not the most desirable situation, but our families have left us little choice. Unless you plan to obey your father’s order to marry me, I suggest we talk.”

She hesitated, then acquiesced.

“Have a seat.” He nodded to something behind her.

Eve turned. They occupied a small, wood-paneled parlor. Directly ahead, a sofa was positioned before the hearth. Thick, floor length curtains hung on the wall to the left of the fireplace. Lord Rushton crossed to the Louis XIV commode that sat against the left wall and poured two drinks from the decanter sitting on the marble top. Eve started toward the couch and caught sight of the large Lyonnaise region armoire that dominated the wall to the right. Apparently Lady Grendall had a penchant for very expensive French furniture. Eve settled on the couch and Lord Rushton joined her a moment later. He extended one of the glasses of liquor.

“I don’t drink, my lord.”

He chuckled. “Now might be the time to start.” When she frowned, he said, “Take it, Miss Crenshaw. A bit of brandy is good for the nerves. We could both use a little fortification.”

Eve couldn’t argue. She took the glass and sipped the brandy. Warmth spread down her throat to her stomach and radiated out. She had to admit, the feeling was nice.

“How is it you are so well acquainted with Dorsett Hall?” she asked as he took a long sip of his drink. “This mansion is one of the largest within twenty miles of Manchester.”

“Tony and I have been friends since childhood. I have been here often. His mother sometimes takes a respite from her parties here.”

Eve startled. “Good Lord, if she finds us here, my father will call for a parson on the spot.”

“Lady Grendall has no intention of leaving this party for even an instant. The ballroom is filled beyond capacity, and our impending marriage is all the buzz. This is the only party where we have been seen together, which will make Lady Grendall the envy of every other lady of note. Now, madam, down to business. You do not intend to marry me.”

At least he was direct. “I cannot see why I should.”