The Midnight Rake. Anabelle Bryant

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      “Only as of today. Have you met the newcomer Ridley? I’ve heard more speculation about that man than Trump’s horse.”

      “In reference to what exactly?” Devlin leaned against the doorframe of the private area where they waited.

      “It is said he’s not to be trusted and you can almost see it in his eyes when you look at the man. He doesn’t hold for very long. I would wager he started the rumors concerning today’s auction.” Constantine always cut straight to the truth. “He’s an odd looking man, with that misplaced patch of white against his dark hair. He reminds me of a badger and badgers are sneaky.”

      All four men reviewed Ridley. He lingered near the auction platform and appeared overeager. Phineas fingered his lucky coin, safely tucked in his trouser pocket. He intended to win this auction, no matter the extended interest by those out to strengthen their stable. Ridley’s presence did not deter his purpose and Phin wasn’t one to entertain ludicrous harbingers or speculative gossip.

      Devlin agreed. “I don’t like him. He interrupted our inspection of the grey earlier and hadn’t the decency to initiate proper introductions or refrain from rude questions. He also stated he didn’t have the pockets for such an animal, so what purpose would be served by deflecting others with rumors about the horse’s health?” Unmistakable dislike furrowed Devlin’s expression.

      The conversation proceeded no further as the auctioneer began to call, his deep tenor settling the crowd with alacrity, although a tremor of tentative anticipation reverberated throughout. Bid after bid, the offer for Trump’s horse climbed to an impressive high, the room fell silent and Phineas stood poised to win. The gavel sounded with a second fall. One more strike and Phin would own the horse, but when a male voice objected from the front row, the agent paused. An obstreperous rumble rushed through the room, while the same boisterous voice interrupted with what could only be a higher amount.

      The new offer nearly doubled the suspended bid and Phineas, caught off guard as he’d become lost in consideration of Penelope’s fine qualities, jerked to awareness, unsure of what occurred. If Devlin hadn’t rapped his arm he would have missed the opportunity altogether, but instead he whipped his arm upward and dropped the auction paddle. The gavel fell while he attempted to muddle through the occurrence and recover.

      “It was Ridley. There’s no way he can sustain that kind of funding and have remained so invisible here in London. The man is proving to be a nuisance.” Harry couldn’t keep the contempt from his voice and Harold Chadling rarely voiced an unpleasant word against anyone. Devlin and Con agreed.

      “I would go to him even though he underhandedly won this auction, but without a doubt I am sure it is expected.” Phin threw an angry glare in Ridley’s direction. The crowd had surrounded the man in congratulations and the scene stoked his temper. “Let’s go, gentleman. Ridley played me the fool and I will not easily forget it. I am done here.” He dropped the auction pamphlet and left Tattersalls without another word.

      It was half past midnight when Phineas fumbled for the key in his pocket as he stood on the lantern-lit porch of the East End apartment. He didn’t fear for his safety, his fists as lethal as any weapon, but one needed to stay alert during the dead hours, most especially in this section of London.

      The curtain fluttered in the window to his left and then the door cracked open far enough for him to see the illuminated smile of the lady within.

      “You’ll catch a chill. The dampness of this fog burrows straight to the bones.”

      Her concerned tone caused him to grin despite she continued to chide him. He knew her words held a note of affection.

      “And where is your coat and cravat? I suppose you thought it would be quicker this way?”

      She tugged him off the porch and into the hall, as if her admonishment wouldn’t serve its purpose.

      “It is most efficient given I’m restricted to this ungodly hour under the cover of the night, still I couldn’t wait to get here. I’ve had more than my share of disappointment today. A little pleasantness would serve me well.”

      She laughed softly as she led him to the back of the house, the rustling swish of her skirts followed by his boot heels, the only sounds to be heard in the hall.

Chapter Five

      “Cursed imagination. I do not need another problem.” Muttering, Phineas slit his eyes the sufficient width to see the gilded clock on the mantel in his bedchamber. It read half six in the morning. Even his valet would be hesitant to wake him at such an early hour, yet his nightly dreams upheld no such reluctance in gulling him awake with vigorous suggestions concerning his new houseguest.

      Her hair reminded him of cinnamon biscuits and her fetching smile made his heartbeat quicken. How would she taste were he to kiss her lips or nibble on her graceful neck? Was she as delicious from head to toe as she appeared? Were he to have a sweet sample of her affection, would she prove as irresistible to all of his senses as his wild imaginings taunted, her skin as silken, her cries of pleasure as melodic, her scent as delectable as his fantasies insisted true?

      Much to his dismay, his sensual daydreams concluded with a forceful intrusion of honor, spurring his conscience into banishing the luscious fantasies and replacing the delightful images with self-admonishment and harsh recrimination. Penelope was an itch he couldn’t scratch. The lady had confessed her heart remained with another and he’d vowed never to become entangled in affection. He didn’t want to think of her. Damn it all, he didn’t want anything to do with her or her problem. With determination he rallied his mantra: no wife, happy life.

      It was difficult enough living with his marriage-minded mother in house without having to look out a window whenever Penelope neared or risk revealing his forbidden fantasies through inelegant body language, his cock hard.

      He had avoided taking meals at home yesterday, but he couldn’t continue for long in the same fashion. It was his home they’d all but invaded to obliterate his quietude.

      A sharp squawk resounded from below stairs and he groaned.

      Intent on speaking to Maman and encouraging a Herculean effort to complete Penelope’s request so to be rid of her, Phin dressed for breakfast and entered the morning room with newly constituted resolve. Sunlight slanted through the windows with aggressive cheerfulness matched by the floral tapestries and scenic artwork that decorated the walls. Random artifacts, collected by his father during his travels and installed on a grand bookcase, was centered between the curtain-drawn windows. He crossed the tiled floor, his boots tapping a determined tempo.

      His mother sat at the breakfast table alone. Already the day proved promising. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and settled in a chair, anxious to delve into the food and the subject at hand. Mon Ami, his mother’s parrot, eyed him derisively from the elaborate white cage perched near the far side of the dining table.

      “There you are.” His mother smiled grandly. “I worried I would have to eat without company this morning. I sent Penelope and Aubry to the modiste with two maids. They will not return for some time. Where have you been for the past day and a half?” Without pause, she leaned toward the cage as the parrot began to chatter. “Mon Ami, stop that ridiculous nonsense.” She clicked her tongue at the red macaw before returning her attention to her son. “So everything is in order in Brighton? You found your aunt and uncle well? The entire situation has left me beside myself with concern. I’m relieved Julia is removed, but I worry СКАЧАТЬ