Engaging the Earl. Mandy Goff

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СКАЧАТЬ fact that he was more handsome than any man had a right to be. And she hated the fact that she’d noticed.

      â€œThere isn’t?” Olivia asked. Her look of surprise was almost comical. If Emma had been inclined to find anything about the situation remotely humorous, that was.

      Mr. Fairfax—the Earl of Westin, she amended—looked to be enjoying himself far too much. He nodded. “Who do you think gave me the black eye?”

      Marcus barely contained his laughter. He wasn’t sure whose expression amused him most. Olivia looked like she might fall out of her seat … either that or injure her neck because she kept whipping it back and forth between Marcus and Miss Mercer.

      As for the other lady … Well, Marcus quickly decided that anger only made Miss Emma look even more appealing. Which was fortuitous, he supposed, because she looked mad enough to blacken his other eye. Purposely this time.

      â€œWho … she … you …?” Olivia couldn’t seem to form a complete thought. With each half-uttered word, his sister looked at him and then back at her friend. The gaze leveled at him was slightly accusatory.

      Miss Mercer had her hands folded together in her lap, a beatific look on her face as though to suggest she would be the last person capable of doing anyone bodily harm.

      Marcus could have made it easy on her. Could have explained to Olivia that the injury was accidental. But he wasn’t in the least inclined to do so and ruin the fun of the moment. Heaven knows, he could use some amusement after the fear and uncertainty that had swamped him for the past few days.

      Finally, Olivia settled on a reponse. She turned to look at her friend. “You hit Marcus?” Olivia’s tone was surprised … not censuring.

      The young woman looked like she was about to answer, even though Marcus thought it seemed pretty clear that the only thing she wanted to do was pick up her skirts and run from the room. “Well … we … it’s really …”

      He was going to be a chivalrous gentleman and rescue her. “Don’t look so surprised, Olivia. I recall you having a violent streak of your own.”

      The comparison was enough to rile the previously tongue-tied Miss Mercer. “I hardly have a violent streak!” she defended. “It was an accident.”

      Marcus made a “hmming” noise deep in his throat. Mostly just to irritate his sister’s friend. He found that he quite liked the high flush on her cheeks and the fire in her gray eyes.

      â€œAnd even if it weren’t accidental—which it was,” she added as an impassioned aside to Olivia, “you would have deserved it for accosting me.”

      If Miss Mercer had noticed how wide Olivia’s eyes grew with speculation at that statement, she probably would have stopped her passionate defense. As it was, with the two women sitting side by side, Marcus was the only one with the benefit of reading both expressions.

      Olivia’s was the height of amused curiosity.

      Miss Mercer’s bordered on horrified.

      Smothering a laugh, Marcus interrupted her. “I was rescuing, not accosting. Which you wouldn’t have needed had you not been on such an unsavory street at such a late hour.”

      Miss Mercer’s eyes narrowed. And Marcus had the distinct impression that she might now like to punch him in the mouth instead.

      â€œI was perfectly safe.” She turned to Olivia as though she was about to try and convince her friend of the truth of that statement.

      Marcus could tell by Olivia’s expression that his sister was too busy trying to smother her own smirk than trying to tamp down her interest in the saga unfolding before her. “Don’t worry about me, Emma,” she said, her voice almost choked with laughter. “I’m just listening quietly.”

      Emma whirled back on him. “And you should tell her it was an accident!” she nearly yelled. “It’s not as though I would have hit you on purpose.”

      â€œYou wouldn’t have?” he asked, keeping his face as impassive as he could manage.

      â€œThat might not be true right now,” she nearly growled at him.

      Olivia rose suddenly from her seat. “Did someone call for me?” she asked no one in particular, as though the room were populated with at least a hundred people.

      â€œNo!” Emma said at the exact moment Marcus said …

      â€œMaybe.”

      Olivia smiled approvingly at him. With a nod, she brushed out her skirts and began walking toward the door.

      â€œI think I’ll just go check,” Olivia said. She spared a look for Emma that was probably supposed to be apologetic. But her expression was too speculative to be sincere. “It’s a big house. People are always needing something. You just never know.” Then the marchioness shrugged.

      â€œNo, you never know,” Marcus agreed, relaxing back against his seat, enjoying the rapid-fire emotions that flitted across Miss Mercer’s face.

      While he would never be so ungentlemanly as to accuse a gently bred woman of doing so, he couldn’t help but notice to himself that his sister ran from the room.

      Leaving a murderous-looking Miss Mercer in her wake.

      â€œNo one was calling her,” the lady said unnecessarily.

      â€œNo, they weren’t,” he agreed with a small smile.

      â€œYou’re an awful person,” she said then.

      Marcus tensed a little, wondering if he’d taken his teasing too far and now she was truly put out with him. “Why’s that?” he drawled slowly.

      â€œFor letting your sister think I hit you. She might be upstairs packing my bags for me.” While the words had a forced lightness to them, Marcus could hear the genuine fear underneath.

      All the humor drained from the situation. And Marcus felt like a cad.

      It was impulsive—and probably foolish—but he rose from his seat and crossed the few steps to be at her side. He covered her hands with one of his, stopping her from wringing them together.

      â€œOlivia’s doing nothing of the sort. Honestly, if she thought you’d hit me on purpose, she’d probably be out buying you a gift. I can only estimate how many times she’s wanted to do the same.” Marcus hoped his smile put her at ease.

      That brought out what looked to be a genuine smile … although a small one. Marcus felt a flash of elation and pride at having wrested that expression out of her anxiety. And when he noticed that she hadn’t tried to pull her hands away from his, he felt something else … something warmer, more indefinable.

      â€œOlivia shut the door behind her,” Miss Mercer said then, surprising СКАЧАТЬ