Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season #1)(29)

They all stared at her wide-eyed.

“Would any of you like to come? Laurel Ridge is supposed to have some of the finest art.”

Alexandra beamed. “No, no, dear. We’ll wait right here for you. Do tell us all about it when you’re done.”

“You will have a chaperone, won’t you, Lily?” Sophie said.

“I’m sure His Grace has it all arranged.” Lily stood. “Do enjoy your evening, then.”

Lily followed the maid back into the house and dismissed her. Walking quietly through the entrance hall, she paused to glance inside the enormous dining room where servants were cleaning up after dinner. She continued down the hallway, looking for the library, but stopped when she came to a looking glass hanging on the wall by a small table. She quickly assessed her appearance, biting her lips, pinching her cheeks, and tucking a few stray hairs behind her ears.

“Good evening, love.”

“Goodness,” she said, nearly jumping. “Do you just appear out of thin air?”

Daniel smiled. “Come with me.”

“Wait a moment,” she said. “Shouldn’t we have a chaperone?”

“Does anyone know you’re with me?”

“My sister and cousins.”

“Ah. And I assume one of them was your nude bathing friend?” Daniel’s eyes sparkled.

“My cousin. Alexandra.”

He winked. “I think our secret is safe with them.”

He led her farther down the hallway to an enormous two story room filled with books and art. The overhead chandelier had been lit, and the soft velvety lighting cast brightness upon shelves and shelves of books. Lily breathed in the alluring scents of leather and parchment. She loved reading nearly as much as art, and this room was a treasure trove.

“This is magnificent.” She hurried toward the rows and rows of beautifully bound volumes. Books of history and books of law, volumes of poetry and Greek mythology, novels, reference volumes, and religious treatises. Lily ran her fingers over rows of books, taking in their texture and warmth. “If I had the time, I’d devour everything in here.”

“I thought you wanted to see art this evening,” Daniel said.

“Oh, I do. I just never imagined seeing so many books at once. This simply dwarfs the library at our estate.”

“Feel free to borrow anything you’d like while you’re here.”

“I intend to. I’m going to finish my painting tomorrow morning, and then I’m going to curl up under a tree with a good book. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?”

He smiled. “It actually does. In the afternoon, though, I’d like you to go riding with me.”

“Of course, I’d love to.” Then, “Oh, Lord Evan asked Rose to go riding, and I think she wants me to go along. I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“That’s not a problem,” Daniel said. “We’ll all go together.”

“I don’t know.” Lily chewed on her lip. “Are you sure we should go with others? They might think you’re courting me.”

“Perhaps I am.” His gaze met hers.

Lily laughed aloud. “You’re too funny, Daniel. If you were courting me honorably, you wouldn’t have taken me to bed. And if I’d wanted to be courted, I wouldn’t have gone.”

Daniel looked away. “I suppose you’re correct about that. I’ve never courted anyone before anyway. I’m not sure I even know how to go about it.”

“I think you would probably do fine. You’re quite charming. Any woman would be thrilled to have you court her.”

“Even you?” He gave her his lazy half smile.

The warmth of a blush crept over Lily’s skin. “Well, I… You certainly are appealing, naturally. And we seem to get on well enough. But I don’t have to remind you that you have a rakish reputation, and of course, you know I’m not looking for courtship of any kind.”

“You’ve made your point, Lily.” He spoke gruffly. “But I see no harm in going riding with your sister tomorrow. I’ll speak to Xavier about it in the morning.”

“That sounds fine. Oh, Daniel!” Lily spied a portrait of two small boys on the far wall of the library. She hurried toward it to examine it more closely. The boys didn’t look to be more than four or five, and they were both beautiful, one with light chestnut hair and brown eyes, the other with blond hair and green eyes. “My God, that’s you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s Morgan and me in 1825. I remember sitting for that damned portrait when all I wanted to do was play.”

Lily reached to explore the texture in her mind. “The technique is wonderful. It’s beautifully done, but the artist didn’t get the color of your eyes quite right, did he? It’s signed MLF. Who is that?”

“Morgana Landon Farnsworth. My mother.”

“Really? She is quite a talent, isn’t she, even if she didn’t do your eyes justice.”

“The eyes look all right to me,” Daniel said.

“How can you say that? Your mother is gifted, to be sure, but she made your eyes green.”

“My eyes are green.”

“Well, yes, but your eyes are unique. They’re not just garden-variety green. They’re deep and expressive, with hues of forest and blue and violet. I’ll have to try to recreate the color, if I can ever get my father to allow me to have some blasted oils.” Lily sighed softly. “My, you were a beautiful child. I just want to reach out and pinch those adorable little cheeks!”