The Secrets Of Lord Lynford. Bronwyn Scott

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СКАЧАТЬ recommendations in response, not an actual visit. I hope this isn’t disrupting your day?’

      He shook her hand and gave her one of his broad, winning smiles. If he was put off by the masculine gesture he gave no sign of it. ‘Not at all. There’s nothing left to do up at the school except get in the way while Kitto tries to settle the students.’ Sweet heavens, he was just as devastating in daylight and plain clothes as he was by night. Perhaps more so. Without the elegance of evening clothes, it was too easy to forget he was a marquess, heir to a dukedom and entirely above her touch. Today, he looked the part of a country squire and eminently more attainable, dressed in riding boots, tight buckskins, and a long greatcoat suited for the autumn air that blew in off the sea.

      Lynford did not relinquish her hand, but covered it with his other. ‘Tell me, what sort of accommodations do you require for the longer term? A manse? A cottage? An estate? I have a place in mind if you think it would suit. There’s a dower house at Falmage Hill. It’s not far from here. It would be close to the mine and it’s well situated between Porth Karrek and Penzance. I am in residence at the main house, or else I’d let the whole estate to you instead.’

      ‘I don’t need a whole estate.’ Eliza laughed. ‘The dower house will be ideal.’ Did she sound as flustered as she felt? The offer was overwhelming, all the more so because she couldn’t recall the last time someone had lifted the burden from her shoulders. Her world was full of wolves and vultures, but here was a stranger—an acquaintance at best—who’d shouldered the weight of this one task without hesitation. This was arguably the best news she’d heard all morning. But did it come at a cost? What guarantees was Lynford looking for? Why would a man she barely knew offer such largesse?

      ‘Are you sure, Mrs Blaxland?’ Eaton’s gaze narrowed, matching her own speculation. ‘If so, why are you looking at me as if I were a predator?’ She should have been more deliberate with what she let show on her face. She’d become sloppy in the wake of the morning’s tensions.

      ‘Are you? A predator? A girl can’t be too careful. When something sounds too good to be true, I’ve learned it usually is.’ Eliza didn’t back down from his challenge. ‘Truthfully, Lord Lynford, I am wondering why a man who hardly knows me would volunteer such lavish accommodation. What could he want in exchange? I shall pay you rent in coins and in nothing else.’ She needed to be clear on this point, especially based on last night in the garden. Did he think there were additional kisses to be had? Or perhaps something more than kisses?

      ‘You will do no such thing. I am not asking for money...or for anything else,’ Lynford answered with the swiftness of an insulted man. ‘As for why I am doing this, it is because I can. I have an empty house and you need one.’

      Did she dare believe him? She was not used to taking men at their word. But what choice did she have? Sophie and her governess would arrive tomorrow. Eaton swung up on his horse and for a moment she thought he’d retract his offer, offended by her scepticism. Then he leaned down and offered his hand. ‘Come up, we’ll ride out and look the property over. You can decide then if it will suit.’

      ‘But my coach is here,’ Eliza stammered, craning her neck to look up at him. Lynford appeared twice as large atop the big horse as he did on the ground and twice as commanding.

      ‘Send it on ahead.’ Lynford answered easily, dismissing the detail. ‘Stop stalling and come up, Eliza. We’ve already established I’m not a predator. It’s a beautiful autumn day, perfect for a ride, and I promise my horse will behave.’ She noted he said nothing about himself. She also noted he’d used her first name.

      She should be wary. She should refuse on grounds of impropriety. What would people think if they saw her with him? The argument had no teeth. Who would see them? Who would care? Miners on their way to their shifts? People who didn’t even know who she was? She lived quietly and Truro was further than most of these people would ever go in their lifetime. But she would know. But when he looked at her with that smile and those dancing dark eyes, something deep inside her began to stir, as it had last night, as it had the first time she’d laid eyes on him—that reminder that she was alive, that she was something more than a bookkeeper and an overseer. She took his hand and leapt.

      He settled her before him on the saddle and clucked to the big chestnut with an enviable ease, apparently unbothered by the proximity of the female sitting in front of him. Eliza wished she could claim such sangfroid. She could not. The rhythm of the horse beneath her beat a tattoo of freedom as the cliffs and fields of the Cornish landscape sped past. But neither dominated her attentions like the presence of the man behind her. She’d not counted on the practical act of transportation, such a mundane task, feeling so intimate.

      Huntingdon hadn’t been a rider. They’d always gone everywhere by coach. To ride astride with a man was a very different thing. There were the thighs to contend with, muscular thighs that bracketed her legs, the chest she couldn’t help but press against as they cantered along the cliff road to Falmage Hill, the arm that came around her, the leather-gloved hand that held the reins resting at her hip. She could smell the wind on him, could feel it in her face, the thrill of freedom humming in her blood. It was fanciful to ascribe such poetic feeling to the ride. Lynford would likely be stunned to know how a simple act had conjured up such fanciful connotations for her.

      The newly awakened wildness in her was disappointed to see Falmage Hill come into view, disappointed to turn into the drive, disappointed to slow the horse to a trot, the wind settling to a light, arbitrary breeze in her face. Eaton turned the horse down a path, giving her a tour of the drive lined by tall, impressive oaks with a green lawn extending in all directions. ‘The main house is straight ahead, but the dower house sits on the west corner of the property. It has a nice view of the sea.’ She couldn’t care less for the sea view at the moment. She was transfixed on the lawn. Sophie would love running here. There was precious little space for a girl to run in town. A twinge of guilt pricked at Eliza. Courtesy dictated she should tell him she wouldn’t be his only guest. But privacy counselled caution. She was protective of Sophie and those who came into contact with her. A woman or a girl with a fortune couldn’t be too careful.

      The entrance to the dower house was dominated by two thick stone pillars and a wrought iron gate that stood open, ready for them. The house itself was a square, brick manse with ivy growing up its walls and five white-framed windows decorating the second storey. The entrance was set on the right side of the house and covered with an arched arcade. Eliza found the home immediately charming, a place where a family might take a holiday. Where children might frolic in the yard with a puppy. She pushed the sweet image away. There was no purpose in torturing herself with what she couldn’t have. Besides, she never took a holiday. She was too afraid of what might transpire if she looked away from the mines for a moment. Apparently, it hadn’t mattered. Things had transpired anyway.

      Out of nowhere, a man in livery materialised to hold the horse. Lynford dismounted and reached for her, his hands easy and comfortable at her waist. Was she the only one who noticed how much they touched? Was she the only one moved by it? The only one whose pulse thundered with each contact? One would think she was fresh from the schoolroom, not a woman who’d had a husband and a child and who dealt with men every day. There should be no mystique in a man’s touch. She was helped in and out of carriages, escorted into dinners on the occasions when she went out in Truro. Touch was no stranger to her, yet Lynford’s touch managed to stand out.

      Eaton set her down and gestured towards the house. ‘Shall we go in? I sent word ahead to the staff to start cleaning once I received your note. The worst of the dust should be gone by now.’ He slid her teasing look. ‘I know how you are about dust.’

      ‘You’re very...efficient.’ And confident, she added silently. He’d been sure she’d accept his offer...and he’d been right. Was she that predictable or was he that sure СКАЧАТЬ