A Reckless Encounter. Rosemary Rogers

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      Jacqueline paced the floor of Celia’s chamber with small, energetic steps. Her hair was awry, straggling from the usually neat coil atop her head; the curls she liked to wear in ringlets on her forehead dangled in her eyes rather than the usual tidy coils. She was distraught as she passed beneath the soft glow of a wall sconce, still wearing a ballgown that dragged across the Aubusson carpet in a satin trail.

      “Whatever were you thinking, Celia?” she moaned. “To so insult Lord Northington—what mischief made you do it?”

      Celia sighed. “After what Lady Jersey said…”

      “My God, do you think any of that matters? Lord Northington is a member of the peerage! And it is only gossip. Oh, if he is offended enough he can ruin your chances—”

      “He is not offended.” Celia dragged a brush through her loose hair; it crackled slightly, fine filaments arcing to meet the silver-backed hairbrush like a pale cloud of lightning. “He is intrigued.”

      Jacqueline paused in midstep and turned to stare at her. “What do you mean?”

      “I mean that, instead of fawning over him as were all the other young ladies and their mamas, I presented him with a challenge. It has not escaped my notice that there are men who prefer challenges to easy conquests. Did you not notice that his eyes did not leave me the rest of the evening?” A slight lie; she’d been well aware of him, but he had seemed content enough to ignore her for the short time he had remained. What would Jacqueline say if she knew what he’d done on the terrace?

      She turned on the dressing stool to face her cousin. “I find him—aggressive.”

      Jacqueline was staring at her with an arrested expression.

      “What is it, petite? Did—did Northington insult you when you felt faint? He didn’t say anything—”

      “No, no, nothing like that, I swear it, but he did approach me again before he left the ball, and I agreed to ride with him in the park Tuesday. So you see, I have piqued his interest with indifference.”

      Gaping at her, Jacqueline finally nodded. “Yes, but it is true! Oh, how foolish I have been. You are right, my little one,” she babbled in French, half-laughing. “You have managed what most have not! To snare the attentions of the elusive Lord Northington.”

      “If only half the rumors are true, there are many who have managed to snare his attention for a while.”

      “But you, my clever little pigeon, will manage to hold his attention. How stupid I have been! An imbecile!”

      Celia’s smile felt stiff on her lips. What had she done? Oh, she must be utterly mad to have agreed to ride with him in the park, for he’d made it plain enough that he had more on his mind than a mere sedate tour. And the invitation had seemed more of an afterthought, for he was leaving while she was being escorted onto the dance floor by Sir John.

      “Northington,” Harvey had said, halting him, “you’ve met Miss St. Clair, have you not?”

      “I have.” Blue eyes had skimmed her briefly with an air of polite boredom, as if he had not been so bold as to kiss her on the terrace.

      “Miss St. Clair has informed me that she’s not yet been for a turn in Hyde Park,” Harvey had continued with a smile that could only be described as wicked. “And, as my carriage is unfortunately in disrepair at the moment, I assured her you would be so kind as to escort her one day.”

      “I hardly think Miss St. Clair will lack for offers,” Northington drawled, but his eyes rested on her face with a glint of amusement, as if he suspected she had engineered the invitation.

      Trapped, Celia could only return his stare with a cool gaze of her own. “Indeed, my lord, your confidence is uplifting.”

      “My tours of Hyde Park are always very extensive,” he had said then, “but should Miss St. Clair wish, I would be more than happy to escort her.”

      If not for Harvey’s interference, she suspected Lord Northington would not have suggested it at all. Indeed, a faintly sardonic smile had accompanied that overly polite invitation, so that she’d almost refused.

      He expects me to refuse, she’d realized, and to be perverse, had said sweetly that she would be honored.

      What have I done? she thought now, despairingly. Oh, why did I have to be so perverse?

      “But you must be cautious,” Jacqueline was saying, her mood buoyed now, “and not be too much of a challenge. You do not wish to truly offend him. There is a fine line you must walk if you wish to succeed. Remember, my sweet, Northington is quite accustomed to having his own way. Ah, but he is so handsome, yes, and despite his reputation he is quite a catch. СКАЧАТЬ