The Governess Game (Girl Meets Duke #2)(33)
Chapter Fifteen
“Come have a look at Mars.”
It was a clear, dark night, and Alexandra had invited the girls to join her for a bit of stargazing, well past their bedtime. A lesson in celestial navigation, she called it. In truth, it was a bribe to get them into their baths and nightclothes, then brush and neatly plait their hair. The girls’ hair smelled clean and fresh, and as she bent over Daisy’s shoulder to help her find the red planet, she drank in the innocent scent. A tender, warm emotion spread through her chest.
In just a few weeks’ time, she’d grown to care for these girls. Deeply. By helping them, it was as though she could reach back through time to her younger, newly orphaned self and clasp that girl in a hug laced with assurance. Don’t be afraid. I know it’s hard now. So very hard. But you’re stronger than you know, and it will all come right in the end.
But as she wrapped her arm round Daisy’s shoulders and pressed her nose to the girl’s sweet-smelling crown, Alex was a little bit afraid, herself. When the girls went away to school, would anyone be there to hug and soothe them then?
“I can’t make it out,” Daisy said. “It’s all muzzy.”
“Truly? Let me see.” Alex replaced her young charge at the eyepiece. “Perhaps I need to clean the lens.”
Before she could take a proper view, however, they heard the sounds of a carriage drawing up alongside the house.
A quick peek out the window confirmed Alexandra’s suspicions. Mr. Reynaud had rolled up to the house in his phaeton—and he wasn’t alone. Light, feminine laughter floated up through the night air and swooped through the open window, uninvited. Alex wanted to swat that laughter like a pesty gnat.
“Oh, Reynaud,” the lady said coyly. “You are a devil.”
Blech.
He handed the lady down from the high-sprung carriage. As she alighted, the woman “stumbled.” Mr. Reynaud caught her in his arms.
Alex rolled her eyes at the transparent ploy.
She was so distracted watching them, she hadn’t realized she wasn’t alone in her spying. Rosamund had swung the telescope to point down toward the street. “Enemy craft sighted to starboard. And la-di-da, isn’t she a fancy one.”
“Give that here.” Alex took control of the telescope and had a look for herself. Once she’d adjusted the instrument, she could make out the lady as well as if they were standing mere inches apart. The woman had golden hair tucked in an elegant upswept style, and she wore a gown of deep purple satin with matching elbow-length gloves. Jewels sparkled at her throat.
Daisy leaned over the window ledge. “She’s rather beautiful.”
“Take care, Daisy,” Rosamund murmured. “Or else Millicent might contract the pox.”
Alex was aghast. “You shouldn’t speak of such things,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t even know of such things.”
“I’ve chased away every governess and been sent down from three schools, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had an education.” Rosamund smiled. “And you told us yourself, ten is old enough to be a ship’s boy. They see a great deal more.”
From the street below, Alex heard a deeply male murmur of seduction. She couldn’t make out distinct words, but their intended effect was plain.
She burned with indignation. The scoundrel. How dare he parade his paramours directly beneath the noses of two innocent children. Well, perhaps one innocent child and one Rosamund.
“That’s enough.” Alex closed the telescope. “To bed with you both.”
Both girls stamped and pleaded. “Not yet.”
“We’ll continue another evening.” Alex herded them to bed. “I can’t permit you to witness this, and—”
Another giggle from the street below.
Alex cringed at the sound. “I just can’t. To bed with you, then.”
“No.” Daisy stood firm. “Are we pirates, or aren’t we? Pirates don’t retreat.”
Chase attempted to extricate himself from Lady Chawton’s arms. She’d had one or three too many glasses of champagne tonight, and her embrace was all gloves and no dignity.
“I,” she said in a breathy voice, “am going to do the most wicked things to your body. All. Night. Long.”
“All night?”
“Yes.”
Chase sighed. He didn’t have “all night” in him. His plan had been “some of the night.”
And as of this moment, he was leaning toward “none of the night.”
This wasn’t turning out the way he’d hoped. Winifred was beautiful, no question. Witty, too. They’d been flirting for years at balls and parties, bringing their sensual tension to a slow simmer. Yet he’d always held off on making an advance. On reflection, he supposed—and God, it was a worrisome thing to admit—he’d been saving her for a special occasion.
Or, in this case, an emergency. He had never been in such desperate need of a good, hard bout of bedsport.
Now he teetered on the brink of calling it off. He just wasn’t in the mood, for some reason.
No. For one reason.
A small reason, really. One with black hair and eyes that swallowed up rooms. A reason possessing the most tender touch he’d ever known and a voice that curled softly in the air, like smoke.
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