The Wife Campaign. Regina Scott

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СКАЧАТЬ can be deceiving,” Ruby replied to no one in particular as she followed.

      Whit caught his cousin’s shoulder as he attempted to retire, as well. “Stay a moment.”

      Charles frowned but returned to a seat by the fire while the others made their various excuses and left. Whit closed the withdrawing room door behind the last and went to sit by his cousin.

      Charles had his feet stretched to the fire, hands idly rubbing the wool of his black evening trousers. He resembled Whit enough to be his brother, and certainly they’d been raised as closely, attending the same schools, spending holidays together in Suffolk and at Fern Lodge. Their closeness made what Whit had to say so much harder. Yet he had promised himself to do his best for his guests after this morning’s lapse, so he could not let his cousin’s actions go unremarked.

      “I want you to leave Ruby Hollingsford alone,” Whit said.

      Charles’s blond brows shot up. “I beg your pardon?”

      “It’s hers you should be begging,” Whit replied, giving the wrought iron fender a tap with his toe. “Don’t you think some of your comments were inappropriate?”

      “Not in the slightest, particularly when my intentions are entirely honorable.” He adjusted his cravat. “A gentleman must move quickly if he wishes to pluck the rose before it blooms.”

      Ruby Hollingsford was no flower, though her hair was as red. “This isn’t London, Charles,” Whit informed him. “You needn’t capture her heart in one night.”

      “Or at all, apparently.” Charles leaned farther back in his seat to eye Whit. “Have you made up your mind, then? Do you intend to offer for her?”

      “No.”

      Either the answer was too quick or too firm, for Charles’s brows came crashing down again.

      “That is,” Whit amended, feeling his neck heat, “she didn’t come here for an offer.”

      “Then why agree to attend this party?” Charles asked, obviously perplexed. “She must have some interest in marrying.”

      Whit could not help remembering how he’d first encountered her, leaping from a coach and marching down the river bank muttering about her father’s perfidy. Such a temper! And such a strong sense of right and wrong.

      “I believe she may have been persuaded to attend by her father,” he told his cousin.

      Charles rose and went to the glass-paned doors to peer out into the night as if the veranda held better answers. “Why would her father care about a house party in Derby?” he asked the view.

      His cousin’s shoulders were high and tight. Was he expecting Whit to confess some secret agreement? He’d already told Charles he didn’t intend to offer for Ruby. “I suppose,” he guessed, “he’s hoping for a title in the family.”

      Charles turned with a grin, shoulders coming down. “Then he’ll simply have to settle for charm instead.”

      Whit shook his head as his cousin returned to his side. “While he managed to get her here, I doubt he can force her to the altar. She’s made it clear she doesn’t wish to marry.”

      Charles waved a hand as he dropped into his seat. “Every woman wishes to marry. All that is required is the right bridegroom.”

      Whit wasn’t so sure about that. When he’d first wandered into the library this morning, he had heard enough to be certain Ruby Hollingsford had determined that the single state best suited her. Besides, the same nonsense about marrying had been said of a fellow in possession of a fortune, or a title, that he must wish for a wife. Whit certainly didn’t, at least not any wife.

      “Nevertheless,” he persisted, “I ask that you honor her intentions. If you wish to win a heart this fortnight, turn your attentions elsewhere.”

      Charles snorted, shifting in his seat as if the conversation was making him uncomfortable. “To Lady Amelia, perhaps? No, thank you. I have no wish to be eaten by her dragon of a mother.”

      “Lady Wesworth is protective,” Whit replied. “But if her daughter pleases you and you her, she will come around.”

      “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Charles said, tucking his long legs under his chair as if to anchor himself. “And I prefer the bluestocking in any regard. At least she’s willing to look you in the eye when she sneers at you.”

      Whit stiffened. “If any of my guests has had the temerity to sneer at you, she will be leaving in the morning.”

      One corner of Charles’s mouth turned up. “Doing your duty, eh, Danning? Never you fear. None of them would dare sneer, to my face.”

      Whit leaned closer. “You’re in an odd humor. Do you honestly think you’re less than I am?”

      Charles glanced up, then quickly down again. “Can you honestly say I’m not, my lord?”

      Whit frowned. “There is that, of course, but only for certain circumstances would that make you less than me.”

      “Circumstances that are all too apparent,” Charles insisted. “You have the title, and in addition you’re taller, smarter and wealthier than I’ll ever be.”

      “You forgot to add better looking,” Whit teased, leaning back.

      “And humble as well!” Charles grinned at him. “Even if I am the better fisherman.”

      “Ho! You know I cannot let that comment stand.” Whit reached out to cuff him on the shoulder.

      Charles chuckled. “No more than you could let my pursuit of Ruby Hollingsford stand. Admit it, my lad. You like her.”

      Of course he liked her. How could any man dislike energy and fire, all wrapped up in a pretty package? “As I said, Miss Hollingsford has no interest in courting, so my feelings have no bearing on this conversation.”

      “Maybe,” Charles replied, slapping his knees and rising to leave. “But I think when you are performing your devotions this evening, you should ask the Lord why you’re so set on protecting her, even from your own cousin.”

      Chapter Five

      Ruby had cause to ask herself about Whit’s intentions the very next day. Though the morning dawned gray and threatening, the air remained clear. When his guests had gathered in the dining room for breakfast, Whit announced his plans to take any who were interested to visit his neighbor down the Dale, Lord Hascot at Hollyoak Farm.

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