A Marriage of Notoriety. Diane Gaston

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      ‘Other matters.’ Her brows knitted. ‘Ned’s courtship of Lady Gale’s stepdaughter, do you mean?’

      He nodded. ‘And more.’

      Rhys’s gambling house and his affair with Lady Gale had hardly caused her a blink of the eye. Surely she was made of stern enough stuff to hear the whole of it.

      She gave him a direct look. ‘What more?’

      ‘Do you know of Ned and Hugh’s arrangement with Rhys?’ he asked.

      She shook her head. ‘I am depending upon you to tell me all of it, Xavier. All of it.’

      How could he resist her request?

      Ever since her injury. What age had he been? Twelve? She’d been about seven and he’d never forgotten that summer.

      How it pained him to see that little girl so wounded, so unhappy.

      If only he could have prevented it.

      He’d felt it his duty to cheer her up. He’d learned that summer that one should act, if one could. Not hold back.

      So he’d made her his responsibility and worked to cheer her up.

      It was not his place to tell her about her family’s affairs, but....

      He set his jaw. ‘This past April Ned and Hugh came to Rhys and asked him to open a gaming house. They had scraped together the funds for it, but they needed Rhys to run it.’

      ‘They asked Rhysdale to run a gaming house for them?’ She sounded incredulous.

      He took a sip of tea. ‘Out of desperation. Your family was in dire financial straits. Did you know of that?’

      She shook her head.

      He might as well tell her all. ‘Your father’s gambling...and carousing...brought your family to the brink of ruin. You, your mother, everyone who depended upon the Westleigh estates for their livelihood would have suffered terribly if nothing had been done.’

      Her eyes widened. ‘I had no idea.’

      ‘So Ned and Hugh hit upon the idea of a gaming house. Rhys agreed to run it, although your father gave him no reason to feel any sense of loyalty to the family. Besides taking half the profits, though, Rhys asked that your father publicly acknowledge him as his natural son.’

      ‘Hence my mother’s ball.’ She caught on quickly.

      ‘Indeed.’ The ball was part of Rhys’s payment. ‘The scheme worked perfectly. The element of masquerade has made this place successful beyond anyone’s hopes. Your family is rescued.’

      She looked askance. ‘If all has gone so well, where are my father and brothers?’

      ‘They went to the Continent. To Brussels.’ Ought he tell her this part? He peered at her. ‘Phillipa, are you close to your father?’

      She laughed. ‘I dare say not.’ She glanced away, her face shadowed. ‘Should he chance encounter me, he looks through me. Or away.’

      His heart constricted.

      ‘Your father made trouble for Rhys, I’m afraid. He detested Rhys being the family’s salvation.’ She did not need to know all the details. ‘Suffice to say your father challenged Rhys to a duel—’

      ‘A duel!’ She looked aghast.

      ‘It did not take place,’ he assured her. ‘Your brothers stood by Rhys and together they forced your father to relinquish all control of the family’s money and property to Ned.’ Either that or publicly shame the man. ‘They offered your father a generous allowance, but only if he moved to the Continent. Your brothers travelled with him to make certain he reaches his destination and keeps his word. He is to remain there. He will not come back.’

      ‘He is gone?’ She turned pale, making her red scar more vivid. ‘I had no notion of any of this.’

      He feared she would faint and he rose from his chair to sit beside her on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her. ‘I know this is a shock.’

      He remembered how he’d held her as a little girl, when she cried about being ugly. He’d never thought her ugly. Certainly not now, although to see her face, half-beautiful, half-damaged, still made something inside him twist painfully.

      She recovered quickly and moved from his grasp. ‘How could I have been so unaware? How could I have not had some inkling?’

      ‘It is not your fault, Phillipa. I am certain they meant to protect you,’ he said.

      ‘I do not need their protection!’ she snapped. She looked at him as if he were the object of her anger. ‘I do not need pity.’

      He admired her effort to remain strong.

      ‘I must leave.’ She snatched up her gloves and stood.

      He rose as well. ‘I will walk you home.’

      Her eyes shot daggers. ‘I am fully capable of walking a few streets by myself.’

      He did not know how to assist her. ‘I meant only—’

      She released a breath and spoke in an apologetic tone. ‘Forgive me, Xavier. It is unfair of me to rail at you when you have done me the honour of exposing my family to me.’ She pulled on her gloves. ‘But truly there is no need to walk me home. I am no green girl in need of a chaperon.’

      ‘If that is your wish.’ He opened the door for her and walked with her down the stairs.

      She stopped on the first-floor landing and pointed to a doorway with a half-closed door. ‘Is this the game room?’

      ‘It is.’ He opened the door the whole way. ‘You can see the card tables and the tables for faro, hazard and rouge et noir.’

      She peeked in, but did not comment.

      As they continued down the stairs, she asked, ‘Why are you here in a gaming house, Xavier?’

      He shrugged. ‘I assist Rhys. As a friend.’

      He was useful to Rhys. Because of his looks, men dismissed him and women were distracted. Consequently, he saw more than either sex imagined and, for that, Rhys paid him a share of his profits.

      ‘Do you have the gambling habit, then?’ she asked.

      Like her father? ‘Not a habit,’ he responded, although once it had been important to prove himself at the card table. ‘These days I play less and watch more.’

      They reached the hall and Xavier walked her to the door. When he turned the latch and opened it for her, she pulled down the netting on her hat, covering her face.

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