The Lady Forfeits. Carole Mortimer

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      He had been forced to live in disgrace all these years, always knowing that of all the people Gabriel had previously loved or cared about, only his friends Blackstone and Osbourne believed in his innocence. It had meant he hadn’t particularly cared, during his five years in the army, as to whether he lived or died. Ironically, it had been that very recklessness and daring that had succeeded in making him appear the hero in the eyes of his fellow officers and men.

      Realising that two young, delicately bred ladies had been so averse to even the suggestion of marriage to the infamous Lord Gabriel Faulkner that they had chosen to flee their home rather than contemplate such a fate had laid open a wound Gabriel had believed long since healed, if not forgotten …

      ‘My lord?’

      Gabriel breathed in deeply through his nose, hands clenched at his sides as he fought back the demons from his past, knowing they had no place in the here and now.

      ‘My lord, what—?’ Diana recoiled from the icy fury she could see in Gabriel’s arrogantly handsome features as he turned to glare across the room at her with eyes so dark and glittering they appeared as black as she imagined the devil’s might be.

      He arched a dark brow over those piercing blue-black eyes. ‘You did not feel the same desire to run away?’

      In truth, it had not even entered Diana’s head to do so. It was not in her nature to run away from trouble and she had been too busy since discovering her sisters’ absence for there to be any time to think of anything else. But if she had thought of it, what would she have done?

      Ten years of being the responsible daughter, the practical and sensible one, had taken their toll on the light-hearted and mischievous girl she had once been, until Diana could not recall what it was to behave impetuously or rashly, or to consider her own needs before those of her father and sisters. She would definitely not have left.

      ‘No, I did not,’ she stated bluntly.

      ‘And why was that?’ An almost predatory look had come over his face.

      Diana straightened her shoulders. ‘I—’

      Quite what she had been about to say to Gabriel she could not be sure as the butler chose that moment to enter with a tray of tea things and place them on the table beside the fireplace. A tray of tea things set for two, Gabriel noted with some amusement; obviously, from that flicker of disdain he had seen on the fair Diana’s face a few minutes ago, she did not approve of the imbibing of strong liquor before luncheon, if ever.

      To hell with what the Lady Diana approved of!

      Gabriel moved with deliberation as he picked up the glass of brandy he had been enjoying earlier and threw the contents to the back of his throat before replacing the empty glass down upon the table beside the tea tray, the smooth yet fiery liquid warming his insides, if not his mood.

      He waited until the butler had left the room before speaking again. ‘I believe you were about to tell me why it is you did not choose to run away as your sisters have done?’ he asked.

      ‘Would you care for tea, my lord?’

      His eyes narrowed at this further delay. ‘No, I would not.’

      Blonde brows rose. ‘You do not care for tea?’

      ‘It is certainly not one of the things I have missed in all these years of living abroad,’ he said drily.

      Diana continued to calmly pour a cup of tea for herself before straightening, her gaze very direct as she looked across at him. ‘I trust your journey from Venice was uneventful, my lord?’

      He gave an impatient snort. ‘If you are intending to distract me with these inanities, Diana, then I believe I should warn you that I am not in the habit of allowing myself to be distracted.’

      ‘I have heard you were considered something of a war hero during your years in the army,’ she commented.

      She had heard of his time in the army? Had she heard something of those other, much more damaging rumours of his behaviour eight years ago, too?

      Gabriel’s expression became closed as he observed Diana through narrowed lids. ‘And what else have you heard about me?’

      Guileless blue eyes met his unblinkingly. ‘In what context, my lord?’

      Over the years Gabriel had faced down enemies and so-called friends alike, without so much as even the slightest possibility of any of them ever getting the better of him, but this young woman, who had lived all of her life in the country, nevertheless showed no hesitation in challenging him.

      ‘In any context, madam,’ he finally replied.

      Slender shoulders lifted in a dismissive shrug. ‘I make a point of never listening to idle gossip, my lord. But even if I did,’ she continued, just as Gabriel felt himself starting to relax, ‘I fear I have not been in town long enough, nor is my acquaintance wide enough as yet, to have had the time or opportunity to be made privy to any … confidences.’

      If Diana Copeland feared anything, then Gabriel would be interested to learn what that something was. She had certainly shown no hesitation as yet in speaking her mind, clearly and often! And if Gabriel had his way, this young lady would be returning to the country long before she had the opportunity to become “privy to any confidences” …

      She raised one delicately arched brow. ‘Perhaps you would care to enlighten me?’

      She was good, Gabriel recognised admiringly. Very good, in fact. She showed just the right amount of calm uninterest to indicate that the subject on which they spoke was of little or no relevance to her. If Gabriel had been less sensitive to the subject himself, he might even have been fooled by her …

      ‘Not at this moment, no.’ His jaw tightened. ‘Nor have I forgotten our original subject.’

      ‘Which was …?’

      He drew in a deep and controlling breath, even as his hands flexed impatiently at his sides. ‘I wish to know why, instead of disappearing before my arrival in England as your sisters have obviously chosen to do, you have come to stay at Westbourne House instead?’

      She straightened haughtily. ‘Are you, as the new owner of this property, expressing the sentiment that I no longer have that right?’

      Gabriel made another attempt to regain control of the conversation. Something he was finding it harder and harder to do the longer it continued! ‘No, I am not saying that. As my ward you are, of course, perfectly at liberty to continue using any of the Westbourne homes or estates. It is only that, in this case, you must have been aware that once I had learnt you weren’t in Shoreley Park, Westbourne House was sure to be my first choice of residence?’

      ‘I was aware of that, yes.’

      ‘Well?’ Gabriel found himself becoming more and more frustrated with this conversation.

      She sipped her tea delicately before answering. ‘Surely the reason for my being here is obvious, my lord?’

      ‘Perhaps to make enquiries about your two sisters?’

      ‘That was my СКАЧАТЬ