Engagement of Convenience. Georgie Lee

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ dangling from his mouth. Mother swept into the morning room, her plain dress whispering about her legs, her dark hair flecked with grey pulled neatly into a twist at the back of her head. Julia envied Mother’s refined presence and decorum, wondering how many difficulties she could have avoided if fate had given her even a small portion of Mother’s poise.

      Emily, eager to fulfil her duties as hostess and, Julia thought, to fling her in the captain’s path, guided Julia to the morning room. ‘Come along. We’ve kept our guest waiting long enough.’

      Inside, Mother exchanged pleasantries with Uncle George and the captain, who stood with his back to Julia.

      ‘Your lands are some of the best I’ve seen,’ he complimented, the rich, familiar voice vibrating through Julia. She noticed the dark hair curling just above the collar of his uniform and the way the sunlight falling through the window highlighted the deep-red tones.

      The stranger! A sudden rush of excitement mixed with fear jolted her and she froze just over the threshold.

      ‘Are you all right?’ Emily whispered and Julia shook her head, taking a large step back.

      ‘No, I think I should change.’ He’d seen her riding without a groom. If he mentioned it to Emily, there’d be no end to the reprimands.

      ‘It’s too late now.’ Emily gripped her arm tight to keep her from fleeing as she motioned to Uncle George.

      ‘And here is the party responsible for Knollwood’s prosperity.’ Uncle George ushered the captain to them. ‘Captain Covington, Miss Julia Howard.’

      If she had thought him handsome in plain hunting clothes, he took her breath away in uniform. The dark coat with the gold epaulettes emphasised his wide shoulders and the powerful presence she had felt in the forest. Without the advantage of Manfred’s height, she had to look up at him. Though not overly tall, he stood a good head above her. The fantasy of being swept into his arms filled her mind once again and she swallowed hard.

      ‘A pleasure.’ He bowed.

      Her eyes travelled the length of him as he straightened. Well-muscled calves stretched his hose tight while slightly looser breeches could not hide his strong thighs and other unmentionable areas. Feeling her cheeks burn, Julia focused on his face as she held out her hand. ‘Captain Covington, welcome to Knollwood.’

      He wrapped his fingers lightly around hers, then swept his lips across the bare knuckles. Julia drew in a ragged breath, trying not to tremble. The white-trimmed collar of the coat framed his now clean-shaven face and she curled her fingers slightly around his to stop herself from tracing the smooth line of his jaw.

      ‘Good morning, Artemis.’ His breath tickled the back of her hand and her body tightened in shock. ‘I assume I am no longer trespassing on your land?’

      She leaned closer, inhaling the earthy smell of his lavender shaving soap. ‘That remains to be seen.’

      He squeezed her hand, then let go. Julia stepped back, very aware of Emily shifting from foot to foot behind him.

      ‘Have you two met before?’ Emily asked in a high voice.

      ‘I had the privilege of encountering Miss Howard while she was riding in the forest this morning,’ Captain Covington explained, oblivious to the trouble he’d just caused.

      Julia braced herself for the coming scolding, wishing the captain had held his tongue.

      ‘You were riding without the groom again?’ Emily asked, the nervous quaver in her voice more irritating than a bur in a boot.

      ‘No, the groom was with her,’ James lied before Julia could answer. ‘But I’m afraid I failed to properly introduce myself and she mistook me for a poacher.’

      Julia gaped at him, surprised he’d lie for her after the way she’d addressed him in the woods.

      ‘George left no detail untold regarding your management,’ he continued. ‘You have quite an estate. I’m very impressed.’

      ‘Thank you,’ she faltered, the compliment catching her off guard. Usually gentlemen scoffed at her unusual accomplishment. ‘I’m quite protective of it, as you may have gathered.’

      ‘Indeed. I’ve never met such a fearsome protector of woodland creatures in all my life.’

      ‘I’m sure many innocent creatures need protection from Navy men.’

      Emily inhaled sharply and Uncle George snorted out a laugh while her mother continued to pet Charlemagne, barely noting the exchange.

      The captain’s lips tightened in an attempt to keep from laughing and suddenly Julia regretted her impudent tongue. With all she knew of him from Uncle George’s stories, to fire off such forward remarks, no matter how innocent, might give him the wrong impression and it wasn’t very gracious, especially after he’d lied to help her.

      ‘Shall we sit down?’ Emily interrupted, nervously studying Julia and the captain.

      ‘Yes, thank you.’ He allowed Emily to escort him to the sofa and chairs near the window, her mother following close behind.

      Julia stayed by the door, hoping she could slip away without Emily noticing. Decorum dictated she stay and entertain the captain, but something about him unnerved her. It was one thing to speak so frankly to family, quite another with a stranger, no matter how well he knew Uncle George. Better to leave now than risk another slip.

      ‘I see you hiding there.’ Uncle George came up alongside her, thumbs hooked in his jacket lapel.

      ‘I’m not hiding.’

      ‘Then come and join us.’

      Julia smiled half-heartedly, watching the captain as he answered one of Mother’s questions, his smile steady as he spoke. Whatever the captain thought of her unconventional behaviour, he’d already forgotten it. Deep down, some part of her wanted him to notice her, the way he had in the woods. As if sensing her, he shifted in the chair, meeting her eyes, and she turned to Uncle George.

      ‘No, I have business to attend to.’

      ‘Leave it for later. I think you’ll enjoy the captain. You two already have quite the rapport.’ He tugged her ear playfully, the way he’d done since she was a child.

      The friendly gesture usually made her smile. Today it increased the irritation chewing at her. ‘My work can’t wait.’

      ‘If you insist. But you can’t hide at Knollwood for ever. Eventually, you’ll have to get out in the world and live.’

      ‘I’m not hiding,’ Julia protested.

      ‘Of course not. Silly of me to say it.’ He patted her arm. ‘Go back to the study. I’ll make your excuses.’

      Julia left, pausing a moment to listen to the muffled voices, suddenly feeling very alone. Walking through the back sitting room, she took in the sturdy walls of Knollwood covered in hunting prints and old portraits of well-dressed ancestors. Here she felt safe and, when not entertaining guests, confident in herself. Anywhere else she felt awkward and unsettled. What would happen if Charles took this away from her?

      She СКАЧАТЬ