Secrets Of A Wallflower. Amanda McCabe

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      ‘Because I will be missed soon and so will you. Please, Laura. Be reasonable.’

      ‘Very well.’ Her tone turned cajoling again. She ran one fingertip up his arm. ‘But only if you agree to have tea with me one day this week.’

      ‘I’ve been quite busy since I returned to London, you know that.’

      ‘Just one tiny little visit. You can even bring your brother Chris if you need a chaperon.’

      ‘No, Laura,’ he said, very firmly. Then he added something too low for Diana to hear. Whatever he said must have pleased Lady Smythe-Tomas, or at least placated her, for Diana heard the library door slam and there was silence again. They were gone.

      Perhaps she had been right in her very first assessment of him on his visit to Miss Grantley’s—he was gloriously handsome but rather chilly, intimidating. Only—only once he must have known passion, if he’d had an affair with a woman like Lady Smythe-Tomas. People were always so strange. It was easier to capture them in fictional stories than in real life.

      She waited for a few more breaths and then slipped out of her hiding place. Only to find she was not quite alone.

      Sir William stood by the fireplace, starring into the empty grate, a frown pressing his handsome lips together, his eyes narrowed as if he was deep in thought. He glanced up, and those dark eyes widened. He seemed as startled to see her as she was to see him. She dropped her reticule, flustered, and quickly scooped it up again. Her heart pounded to see him again, so loud she could barely hear anything else. She feared he could hear it, too, that her chagrin showed on her face.

      ‘Miss Martin,’ he said. She dared to glance up at him and saw that he was just as handsome as he had been at Miss Grantley’s, but he had changed, too. His face was bronzed by the Indian sun, set in harder lines, his eyes shadowed. It only made him even more intriguing, blast him. ‘Whatever are you doing in here?’

      ‘Oh, I—just needed a breath of air. And, um...’ She gestured around the room helplessly. No etiquette class at Miss Grantley’s had ever taught her what to do in such a situation. She was angry at him for brushing off a woman who obviously had deep feelings for him. All the romantic novels she had read told her the heartbreak a woman like Lady Smythe-Tomas must be feeling in the face of such carelessness! She was also burningly embarrassed to have been caught watching the scene. And she wanted to burst into strange, hysterical laughter. All at once.

      Maybe it was because she had seen the effect William had on Lady Smythe-Tomas, on the poor woman’s sad feelings. It was all most confusing.

      ‘I was reading about Paris,’ she said weakly.

      ‘Paris?’ he asked. And she finally saw some emotion in those dark eyes that always seemed to see everything without giving anything away. She saw a flicker of—bafflement.

      ‘Yes. The tower, the art displays, the Turkish souk.’ She remembered that Christopher had said Sir William was soon to be sent to Paris himself. ‘But you must know all about that.’

      ‘Indeed I do. And I can see why that might be more attractive than a crowded ballroom. But why hide here?’

      ‘I just—came across it. I thought it was empty. So it was, for a while.’

      ‘You just came across it?’ he asked doubtfully.

      Diana suddenly wondered if he thought she was there for an assignation, as well. She felt her cheeks burn brighter, one of the banes of her life to blush so fiercely that it clashed with her hair. ‘Yes. Your aunt’s house is a rather confusing place, though you seem to know your way quite well.’

      ‘As you said—some times quiet is what a person needs.’ He stepped closer and Diana noticed his eyes were not entirely brown. They glowed with flecks of green and gold, like a primeval forest. Poor Lady S-T. ‘I suppose your mother must be looking for you, Miss Martin.’

      The room suddenly felt much too warm, too close. Diana looked away, clutching her hands tightly in the folds of her skirt. ‘So she will. I hope—well, perhaps you needn’t mention you saw me here?’

      A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he seemed unable to quite let it free. Diana wondered what would happen when he did smile. Probably his good looks then reached dangerous levels, so he had to keep it reined in. ‘I suppose I needn’t. But secrets can go both ways.’

      Diana suddenly remembered why he was there—Lady Smythe-Tomas, past love affairs. She blushed even more. ‘I don’t know Lady Smythe-Tomas and have no desire to gossip about her.’

      ‘Thank you. It was an—unfortunate matter that was over a long time ago.’ His words were strong and steady, but he tugged at his tie a bit, as if he was embarrassed by any loss of control.

      She could tell he was not a man accustomed to having to explain himself. He had a reputation for steadiness and discretion in his work and in his family. ‘I’m sure.’ She felt a sudden burst of courage and added, ‘You should be kind to her. She seemed very upset.’

      He gave her a small, startled quirk of a smile. ‘I dare say she will soon get over it.’

      Diana doubted it.

      To her surprise, he held out his hand as if to shake hers, quite as if she was his peer and they were sealing a bargain. She rather liked that small gesture, as she was so tired of being dismissed as just a silly deb. She wanted to do a job and be taken seriously at it, just as he was.

      She laid her gloved palm against his and for an instant, their fingers tightened around each other. His grasp was strong and gentle, warm, and she found she wanted to hold on to him just a bit longer. Just a bit closer. It was just like their first, fleeting meeting at Miss Grantley’s, she felt so flustered, so silly. She didn’t want to look away.

      ‘Thank you,’ he said, letting her go.

      Diana nodded and turned towards the door. As she reached for the handle, she glanced back at Sir William to find he watched her. His face was mostly in shadow, his hands clasped behind him, and she couldn’t read his expression.

      ‘Perhaps you really are being a little unfair to her,’ she said impulsively. ‘She does seem to care for you.’

      A frown flickered over his brow again. ‘Care for me? Miss Martin, I fear you mistake the situation.’

      ‘Do I? I am young and haven’t seen the world as you have, but I’m not entirely ignorant.’

      His brow arched as if he was surprised. As if she had startled a reaction out of him. ‘I never supposed you were. You went to Miss Grantley’s school with my cousin, didn’t you? Alexandra says you are very clever.’

      ‘She’s a good friend. I was only clever in French and lawn tennis. But I do read a great deal and Lady Smythe-Tomas does seem—well, very fond of you.’

      He laughed and it sounded rusty and sharp-edged, as if he hadn’t used that laugh in a long time. But it sounded so warm and soft, she wanted to hear it again. Make him laugh again.

      So that was what Lady Smythe-Tomas saw. Diana could tell he was trouble.

      ‘Oh, Miss Martin. I suppose that is СКАЧАТЬ