Seduction in Regency Society: One Unashamed Night. Sophia James

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      ‘You think I cannot manage my drink?’

      ‘The poor effect it has on your balance is certainly a telling symptom especially so very early in the day.’

      A smile began to play around his lips and Bea hated the answering heavy thud of her heartbeat when she saw it.

      ‘The good news is that there are remedies one might attempt.’ Today he barely looked at her, glancing over her head as though something was far more interesting across the room, though his next question was heartening.

      ‘What is it then that you would suggest?’

      ‘Some would say exercise to be the most beneficial.’

      ‘To keep my mind off the thought of another brandy?’

      ‘Exactly.’ She did not understand the humour that accompanied his question. ‘The most important thing, however, is to admit that you do have a problem; if one holds the notion that this affliction is trifling…’

      ‘I can assure you, Mrs Bassingstoke, that I do not think my affliction trifling.’

      For the first time since she had begun talking to him she felt that they had the same viewpoint. ‘Your measure of honesty is something that should help then, my lord.’

      When he remained silent she took her courage in hand. ‘Have you spoken to your family about this?’

      ‘As little as I possibly can.’

      ‘Would it help to speak to me of it?’

      The silence was deafening.

      ‘I am a woman who would respect every confidence.’

      ‘I know you to be that.’

      When his smile took on a quality of wickedness she realised exactly what he had said and flushed a bright beetroot red. ‘I did not mean, of course, to allude to the night we spent—’ She stopped as another thought struck her. Perhaps he had not meant that at all. She was too far in, however, to just pull back now. ‘I would never say anything of it—we had both agreed that we should not.’

      As she moved to one side he did the same and their hands touched. She felt her heartbeat quicken, to know again that living spark of recognition.

      Jerking away, she looked around to see if anyone watched them and was horrified to notice patrons hurriedly averting their eyes. Taris Wellingham was a man who drew the notice of all those around him, with his height and his presence and his bearing. He was a man who looked as though he did not fit into the dusty quietness of this reading room, but should be on a battlefield somewhere, danger imprinted in his eyes.

      ‘When could we start?’ His question in the light of such thoughts disorientated her.

      ‘Pardon?’

      ‘When is it that you would begin helping me?’

      ‘You are saying that you would like me to try?’

      ‘Indeed. After such an eloquent persuasion why should I not?’

      ‘Some men may be…too timid to admit to such a fault.’

      ‘Not me.’

      ‘Then you are unusual in such honesty, my lord, and I admire you all the more for it.’

      His lopsided frown concerned her.

      ‘If you are free tomorrow, perhaps a walk in the park might be a good beginning.’

      ‘I am sometimes a little uncertain of my footing in wide-open spaces. The vestiges, I suppose, of the drink wearing down my balance.’

      ‘Then I shall, of course, help you.’

      ‘How would you do that?’

      ‘Would it be frowned upon if I threaded my arm through your own, my lord?’

      He shook his head firmly.

      ‘Perfect,’ she answered, feeling for the first time in two days a little more in control of everything. She had let Frankwell get worse and worse without doing anything. Could his own redemption have been as easy as Taris Wellingham’s? My God. Why had she not tried such a remedy for him?

      She knew the answer even as she asked the question. Because she had hated him, hated her husband and everything he stood for and in the late-night drunken ramblings he took by the river she always hoped he might just trip and sink unbeknown into the murky depths of the water. Guilt rose in force, as did contrition, though when the companion she had first seen with Taris Wellingham reappeared in the background she could tell that he was waiting for them to finish.

      ‘I do hope to hear from you, my lord, regarding a time and a place for this exercise.’

      ‘Oh, you will, Mrs Bassingstoke.’

      ‘And I shall not say a word about anything we have discussed today…’

      ‘A sensitivity that I should ever be grateful for.’

      ‘There is one other thing that I would suggest, if I may.’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Throw out all the strong liquor in your house and replace it with water. That way temptation is never close at hand.’

      His laugh reverberated around the space they stood in as she gave him her goodbye and hurried for the door.

       Temptation?

      Lord, it was not the drink he was tempted by, but the sound of her voice and the feel of her skin against his when he had moved and touched her by mistake.

      Too damn tempted! He forced down desire as Jack Henshaw spoke.

      ‘Who is she?’

      ‘Mrs Beatrice-Maude Bassingstoke from Ipswich. She was one of the occupants of the carriage accident I was involved in.’

      ‘She had much to say to you?’

      ‘She thinks I am a drunk.’

      ‘Why the hell would she think that?’

      ‘Because the other day she saw me lose my footing and my direction. I would guess from what she does not say that her husband used to be a heavy drinker and, putting two and two together, she has come up with five.’

      ‘You didn’t enlighten her then, I gather?’

      ‘You know me too well,’ he drawled back. ‘Blindness or a predilection for the bottle? Which one would you pick?’

      Jack stopped walking. ‘It’s got a lot worse, then? Your eyesight?’

      Taris nodded and made to walk on, irritated when Jack stayed firm.

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