The Redemption of Julian Price(16)

Regret? She jerked back as if dashed with cold water.

“We wouldn’t want my brother to have to call you out now, would we?” she replied tartly. “I’m afraid we don’t have an extra blanket. Take it and go.” She tore a pillow from the bed and tossed it at his head. In truth, she wanted to beat him with it.

“Good night, Julian,” Henrietta said tightly and then climbed into the bed beside Millie, who was still dead to the world. Julian had only desired her because he was drunk. He’d as much as admitted it. She turned her back to him and shoved her fist in her mouth to stifle her sob.

A moment later came the heavy clomp of Julian’s boots on the wooden floorboards, followed by the click of the door. For hours after, Henrietta lay in bed fighting the tears that had threatened to choke her. She envied her maid the serenity of sleep, but that peace of mind eluded her. She’d all but offered her precious virginity to a man who didn’t even want her.

Cursing herself for being ten kinds of fool, she finally fell asleep.





CHAPTER FOUR


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HENRIETTA AND JULIAN ARRIVED AT CHESWICK HOUSE in Chelsea just before afternoon tea. Dispatching the under footman to look after the baggage, the majordomo, who stiffly introduced himself as Clemmons, escorted them to the salon where the grande dame awaited, reclining on a chaise longue. Taking skirts in hand, Henrietta dipped into a full curtsy while Julian followed with an equally formal bow.

“Pshaw!” Lady Cheswick waved an obscenely bejeweled hand. “We shan’t stand on ceremony here. Come and greet me properly, child.”

With a grin, Henrietta crossed the room, bent to embrace the tiny lady, and then planted a kiss on her paper-thin powdered and rouged cheek.

When Henrietta stepped back, Lady Cheswick raked Julian over appraisingly. “You must be the notorious Lieutenant Price.” Her lips curved in an approving smile. “I imagine you cut quite a dash in your colors.”

“I regret to say I have recently resigned my commission,” Julian replied.

“That’s just as well,” the lady replied. “The ton is flooded with half-pay officers these days. So what do you intend to do with yourself now that you no longer serve king and country?”

“I have yet to decide, my lady,” Julian replied.

“Hmm.” Her gaze narrowed. “Then I suspect you’ll seek a wife. ’Tis the normal course of action once a young man has finished sowing his oats.”

Julian responded with a bitter laugh. “I must disabuse you of that notion, my lady.”

Lady Cheswick arched a painted-on brow. “Of wife seeking or of oat sowing?” she asked.

“Wife-hunting,” Julian replied. “I assure you a wife is the last thing I seek at this juncture in my life.”

“I see,” Lady Cheswick replied with a nod. “Then you have come to town to see your mistress.”

Julian responded with a choking sound.

Henrietta hid a giggle behind her gloved hand. The old bird positively lived to play these entrapment games. Julian’s reaction was precisely what she sought, but Henrietta had always seen through the ploys.

“So we have the truth at last!” the dowager chortled and reached for the bell.

“I came to London take care of some matters of business, my lady,” Julian insisted, his color suddenly rising. Henrietta’s giggle ceased. Had the old woman hit close to the mark? The footman quietly entered with the tea cart.

“Come now, my dear, there’s no need to be coy,” Lady Cheswick cajoled. “We both know how young gentlemen prioritize their affairs. Sit beside me, Julian.” She patted the cushion. “Humor an old woman. While Henrietta pours tea, you will tell me all about the good Duke of Wellington. And none of this rubbish from the papers. I want to know the true cut of the man.”

Henrietta watched them through her lashes as she poured steaming hyson into three delicate Sèvres porcelain cups. Julian had a mistress? She didn’t understand why the revelation came as a shock. Of course he would have one. Yet knowing it for a fact gnawed at her insides. Her ire rose that a man in his position would throw away money he could not spare to keep a woman for his pleasure. Was that why he’d sold his commission? She wondered what kind of woman she was. Dark and sultry-eyed? A voluptuous redhead? She had no clue what manner of beauty appealed to him. But why did it even matter to her? She served Lady Cheswick and then turned to Julian, stifling the powerful urge to dump the hot tea in his lap.

Julian’s brown eyes sought hers with an inquiring look. She frowned back. His dark expression said he divined the direction of her thoughts. She resolved to give him a very large dose of thoughts once she had him alone again, but then she feared she might not get the chance when Julian rose to take his leave.

“Surely you aren’t leaving us already?” Lady Cheswick remarked disapprovingly.

“Needs must, my lady,” Julian replied. “I have a number of pressing matters.”

“When will you call again?” Lady Cheswick voiced Henrietta’s silent question.

“I’m not certain, my lady, but I will be sure to send word.” Julian made another bow and then took Henrietta’s hand. “Good-bye, Hen.”

A surge of panic struck Henrietta at the finality of his tone. Was he leaving for good?