The Season(26)

“Didn’t he? I thought he did that while quite improperly asking you to spend Sunday afternoon with him while you were in the company of another gentleman.”

“For goodness sake, Blackmoor, I don’t know why it bothers you so much. After all, it’s not as though you and I are actually on an outing.”

He turned a surprised look on her and waved a hand to indicate their surroundings. “No? How is this not an outing?”

“You know very well what I mean. Certainly we are on an outing. But not in the way that most of these other couples are ‘on an outing.’ There, look there.” She pointed to a couple walking toward them on the other side of the Row, the eldest son of the Marquess of Budleigh and the youngest daughter of the Earl of Exeter. The young woman was looking at her companion with a look of starry-eyed adoration, and he appeared to be returning her attentions. “They are courting and, to look at them, they might well be the first match of the season. A good one, too,” she added, distracted for a moment by the twosome.

He spoke, shaking her from her reverie. “How does this relate to Stanhope’s impropriety?”

“There was nothing improper about Stanhope’s behavior, and you know it. You and I look nothing like those two. And everyone who sees us—especially Stanhope, who has been friends with us both for years—knows we’re just out for a ride. Not out for a ride.”

He looked at her, shaking his head in confusion. “Women truly are strange and unknowable creatures.”

She smiled at him, color high on her cheeks. “Indeed. But your kind would not like us quite so much if we were all transparency.”

After a few moments of thought, he nodded. “That much is true, Alex. That much is true.” They rode along in silence for a few minutes before he pressed, “So, are you…intrigued…by Stanhope?”

“Intrigued by him?”

“Indeed. Do you find him…” he paused.

“Intriguing?” she teased.

He sent her an exasperated look.

“Lord Stanhope is a good friend and an even better companion. He is entertaining and interesting and intelligent and full of energy. I can think of few others with whom I would like to spend an afternoon. However, you know my opinion of marriage and all of its trappings. I’m not interested in it. Not with Freddie, nor with anyone else. And he knows that as well as anyone, I should think.”

“I rather imagine that he’s not looking for marriage either,” Blackmoor replied drily.

“What does that mean?”

“Simply that men like Stanhope are not the marrying kind. At the risk of repeating our conversation from last night and engaging in an additional verbal battle, I caution you. I know Stanhope. He’s rarely after something respectable. Which leaves your good reputation in the balance.”

“I shan’t repeat our argument, Blackmoor. I will simply remind you that Stanhope and I are friends. We have been for years. Just as you have been, I might remind you. Yes, he’s a rake. Yes, he prides himself on his dastardly reputation. But you and I both know that he’s more bark than bite, and that he is approximately as likely as you are to do damage to either me or my character.” Her tone turned teasing. “If you’re allowed to defend Penelope’s honor, do I not deserve the same chance to defend Freddie?”

The noncommittal grunt he released was the closest he would come to admitting that Alex was right in this case, but when she heard it she knew she had won. For now.

Allowing a few moments to pass, she turned and asked impishly, “Tell me, my lord, in all seriousness, when will I get a chance to drive this gig?”

He laughed before responding, “In all seriousness, my lady, not any time in the near future.”

nine

Your mother allowed you to forgo an outing that would have brought you closer to marriage to go riding with Blackmoor?” Ella’s eyes were enormous in their amazement.

One side of Alex’s mouth turned up. “Indeed. When she asked me who I’d chosen, Gavin stepped in and convinced her it was all for the best because we would see a number of the men in question on our ride, and I could make ‘an informed decision by the light of day as to who I would consider a potential husband.’ She agreed without protest. It really was quite marvelous. What about you two? How did you fare on the morning after?” Alex looked from Ella to Vivi as they walked across Hyde Park meadow searching for the perfect spot to picnic in the midday sun.

Vivi spoke first. “I received callers all afternoon, which was as uninspiring as one would imagine, considering that both of my aunts swooped in to chaperone the entire event.” Alex and Ella groaned in sympathy as Vivi went on. “Individually, they’re tolerable, but as a pair, they’re completely insufferable. They simpered over every eligible male who entered the house with a complete disregard for personality or motive. It appears all they’re hoping for is a heartbeat. I’ve never been happier to see my father as I was when he came home and ended the whole fiasco.”

“So you didn’t receive a visit from The One, I’m guessing?” Ella asked drily.

Vivi laughed and shook her head. “I certainly hope not!” Pointing to a sunny rise in the meadow nearby, perfectly situated under an enormous oak, she suggested, “I think that looks like the perfect spot for a picnic.”