Lord Hunter's Cinderella Heiress. Lara Temple

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      ‘That was probably my father’s heavy-handed way of trying to force my submission, but it won’t work. If I have to personally demand the Morning Post issue a retraction, I shall do so.’

      ‘No, you won’t, not unless you wish to escalate this into a full-scale scandal, which I, for one, prefer to avoid. We will deal with this discreetly and that means if you want my co-operation you will go to my aunts and once you are rested we will discuss our options. Until then I suggest we put a moratorium on this discussion. I never decide on important matters when I am tired, hungry and upset. I suggest you adopt this policy, at least for tonight.’

      Nell didn’t answer and the tense silence held until the butler entered with a tray bearing a pot of tea and a plate of sandwiches.

      ‘We don’t have any sweetmeats, I’m afraid, sir,’ he said as he placed the tray in front of Nell and she smiled gratefully.

      ‘Never mind. I don’t like sweetmeats. This is perfect.’

      The butler’s brows rose, creating a row of arched wrinkles on his high forehead. Again she saw the glimmer of amusement in the glance he directed at his master.

      ‘You don’t like confectionery, miss?’ he asked as he poured the tea, and both the action and the question surprised her. ‘Such a distaste is uncommon in young women, if you pardon the impertinence, miss.’

      The scent of steaming tea was heavenly and her mouth watered. It occurred to her this particular servant was allowed a great deal of latitude, which surprised her given Lord Hunter’s controlled demeanour.

      ‘If my aunt is to be believed, my not liking sweetmeats is the least of my peculiarities. Thank you.’ She took the cup and saucer he held out to her.

      ‘You’re welcome, miss. But eat those sandwiches, do. Anything else, sir?’

      ‘No, thank you, Biggs. That is more than enough.’

      Nell once again heard the mocking note in Lord Hunter’s voice.

      ‘Very good, sir. Shall I also send a message that you are...otherwise engaged?’

      A flash of annoyance crossed Hunter’s face.

      ‘Yes, do that.’

      Biggs bowed and withdrew.

      ‘I’m sorry I ruined your plans, but really there’s no need...’

      ‘It doesn’t matter. Eat something and I’ll take you to Amelia.’

      ‘I really don’t think...’

      ‘We’ve established that already. Eat up. And next time you plan to stay alone at major posting houses, use an alias. I suggest “Mrs Jones, widow”. Widows are granted more leeway.’

      Nell was tired in body and soul, and disheartened, and miserable, and his brusque, matter-of-fact approach pushed her over the edge. Even the sight of the food wasn’t enough to counter the fury that caught her. She put down her cup and saucer with more force than grace and stood up.

      ‘What useful advice. I will apply it at the next hostelry. In fact, I will try it right away. Goodnight, my lord. Have a lovely life and when you speak with my father tell him to have a lovely life as well.’

      He blocked her path, his hand closing on her arms firmly but without force.

      ‘Don’t be a fool. Come, I will take you to my aunts and tomorrow we will figure out what to do with you.’

      ‘You will not figure out what to do with me. I am not a...a witless dummy to be manipulated. I promised myself years ago I will never again be bullied and I don’t care how tired and hungry and upset I am, because if you say just one more nasty thing to me I will walk out of here and if you try and stop me I will scream at the very top of my lungs and enjoy every second of it!’

      Once again his fleeting smile flashed.

      ‘I’m certain you will, for a moment. But it’s not very practical, is it? You would probably call the Watch in on us and you look done in and I don’t think you want to spend the next hour explaining the whole story to magistrates and strangers, do you? Can we compromise?’

      ‘Compromise how?’

      ‘You eat up and I take you to my aunts and then tomorrow we discuss this. Calmly.’

      ‘That isn’t a compromise since I still do what you want,’ she said, well aware she sounded like a resentful child.

      ‘Yes, but tomorrow you can send me to the devil and I will not lift a finger to stop you.’

      ‘That’s still not a compromise.’

      ‘Well, it feels like one to me. What on earth are you thinking of doing? You can’t go to the Peacock, especially now I’ve sent Hidgins for your baggage, and if you are contemplating doing something so rash, I just might choose to communicate some interesting information to the landlord that will make your stay more uncomfortable than it already appears to be.’

      ‘You wouldn’t!’

      ‘Try me. I’m damned if I’m going to have someone whose name has been tied with mine in an unfortunately public manner make a fool of herself in one of the busiest hostelries in the city.’

      ‘So you are threatening to compound my folly with yours? That doesn’t make much sense.’

      ‘Don’t start preaching sense to me, young woman. Well?’

      She raised her chin, trying to find a better solution and failing.

      ‘Fine. For one night. Your aunts will probably think you drunk or mad and I won’t blame them.’

      He smiled.

      ‘Not them. They’re used to my eccentricities.’

      Nell felt a snide comment wavering at the edge of her tongue, but held back and sat down again. It felt so very good to lose her temper, a luxury she rarely indulged, but the truth was that he was right—she was hungry and tired and upset and more than willing to postpone coping with the consequences of her actions until tomorrow.

      ‘Fine. And please stop swearing at me. It is very improper.’

      ‘Fine. Eat up.’

      * * *

      Hunter watched as she finally did as she was told and took one of Biggs’s bread and cheese creations. He walked to pour himself a glass of port so she wouldn’t see his smile. Admittedly when he and Sir Henry had agreed on the betrothal four years ago he hadn’t been at his best, but he wondered how his memory could be so seriously flawed. He knew people changed a great deal in four years, he certainly had, and not for the better, but the contrast between this young woman and that girl was extreme. Despite her height she had struck him as rather mousy, all long limbs and very little else, her pale hair showing a distinct tendency to fall out of its pins and obscure her face. She hadn’t been ugly, just...awkward. He remembered her expressions more than her face, from the joyful light after that incredible gallop on Petra to the sheer terror when СКАЧАТЬ