The Scandalous Love of a Duke. Jane Lark

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      She watched him move alongside his uncles to release and lift the coffin.

      A rush of pain and longing spilled from her heart into her limbs. It was so long since she’d seen him but her reaction was the same as it had been more than half a dozen years before. The rhythm of her heart rang like a hammer against her ribs.

      Her brother, Phillip, gripped her elbow, to stop her being knocked off balance by the crowd. He could have gone into the Abbey, but women were not to attend funerals and he’d promised to stay with her.

      Katherine’s heart continued to thump hard as John and his uncle’s passed them.

      The crowd swelled then as people moved in a crush to enter the Abbey and stand at the back.

      Katherine waited outside with Phillip, her heart racing, so very aware of the chasm which stood between her and John. Yet she’d snatched at the chance to see him when Phillip had said he was going to come to the funeral. She’d read of the old Duke’s death and John’s return in the paper only days ago and she could hardly believe John had finally come back. She was still hopelessly in love with him, or rather with her dreams of him. She could hardly claim to know him now. She hadn’t seen him in years.

      When his family filed back out of the Abbey, John was at the front and she could see his face as many of the crowd were still inside. He looked different. He’d matured. He’d travelled the world and seen things she would never see, experienced things she could never imagine. She was an inane, provincial nobody compared to him.

      She felt as though she stood in a tragedy, and she mourned. But it was not for the loss of the former Duke, it was for the loss of any hope. Her feelings would never be reciprocated. She would never have John. It had just been a childish dream she couldn’t shake off. She had always known who he was – and what he was.

      He walked past them. Though there were three or four people standing in front of her, she still had a clear view.

      He looked unbearably, breathtakingly handsome, with his pitch-black hair and pale crystalline gaze, and there was strength in his sculpted features which drew the eye. Behind her, a dozen female whispers concurred with her view.

      Katherine dropped her head and hid beneath the brim of her bonnet when John’s gaze passed across the crowd. Not that he would remember her, or even care that she was here.

      Phillip gripped her arm.

      He thought she’d come because John had been a close friend for a number of years and she wished to support him. It was why Phillip was here.

      She’d come only to put flesh back on the bones of her foolish dreams.

      It had been ludicrous of Phillip to think John needed their support. John was surrounded by people of his own class.

      We are fools, the pair of us, harping back to a relationship that no longer exists. This was not the boy, nor the young man, who’d treated her as an equal. This man was an entirely different beast, influential, dominant and superior. Way beyond her.

      She glanced at Phillip. He was watching John’s progress with a slight smile on his face as if he thought John might acknowledge them and smile too.

      Katherine had no expectation.

      She looked at John again. He was climbing back up into his carriage, lithe and athletic.

       Oh God, I love him, I cannot help it. I just do.

      She’d hoped to end her silly infatuation by coming here. She’d hoped she would feel nothing when she saw him. But she did, she still did.

      When he was seated, he glanced out at the crowd once more, and she sensed a moment of vulnerability in him.

      She could not justify the feeling; it was just a sixth sense she could not explain. She longed to hold him and tell him all would be well.

      How absurd; he would probably push her away if she attempted it. Why would he choose plain Katherine Spencer to confide in?

      Phillip’s fingers squeezed her arm.

      “We will go to John’s for a little while, before I run you home.”

      She looked up. “Phillip? We cannot. We will not be welcome.”

      “We can and we are. We may not be aristocracy but we are gentry. Come, we’ll be mingling with half of the House of Lords. I’m not missing a chance like this. Just think about the tales you’ll be able to tell at your little Sunday school.”

      “Phillip, we will be turned away.”

      “We will not. John would never throw us out. He’ll remember us and we’ll be welcome, you’ll see.” Phillip smiled.

      “We’ll look ridiculous if you are wrong,” she said as she let him lead her on.

      Half an hour later, Katherine rose onto her toes to whisper in her brother’s ear, “This is folly.” A second later they crossed the threshold of John’s opulent townhouse.

      Her gaze swept the massive hall with its black and white chequered floor and gilded marble pilasters. It was intimidating, and it all belonged to John. It only underscored how many miles he was beyond her reach.

      The butler bowed slightly, plainly waiting on their names. He was the gatekeeper and this was the moment of success or failure.

      The hall was crowded. Katherine could barely breathe.

      “Master Phillip Spencer and Miss Katherine Spencer,” Phillip stated.

      The butler’s eyes widened. “Master Spencer?” The stately butler looked hard at Phillip.

      Katherine let her breath out. She’d forgotten Phillip had stayed in town at John’s grandfather’s house. This man remembered Phillip.

      Oh, she wished she’d paid more attention to John’s life when she was young. She would not have fallen in love if she’d truly realised how different they were. She’d been deceived. She had played with him in the grounds of his grandfather’s estate, as though it was nothing, forgetting all the areas she was excluded from, she had never even been in the house there, only Phillip had been welcome.

      “Refreshment is being served in the library, sir.”

      “Where is the Duke, Finch?”

      “I cannot say for sure, sir. I believe His Grace is in the state drawing room, yet I may be wrong.”

      Phillip nodded his thanks, and then his grip on Katherine’s arm steered her on again.

      They were absorbed in the crowd of elite society.

      “I told you so,” he bent sideways to whisper.

      As Phillip looked for John, Katherine felt her hands trembling and her throat dry.

      The drawing room was as ostentatious as the hall. The high ceiling had plaques of painted images, scenes of the Greek gods sprawled on clouds and semi-clad. She had never seen anything so beautiful and so opulent.

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