How To Tempt A Duke. Madeline Martin

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       Chapter Four

      Charles had anticipated that he might see Lady Eleanor. It had been his sole reason for a promenade through Hyde Park.

      She was a beautiful sight, in a white gown with a pale green ribbon tied under her bosom and matching green ribbons on her bonnet. The color made her eyes stand out like emeralds beneath the brim of her bonnet. She had been pretty by candlelight, but by the light of day she was even comelier.

      Her expression, however, mirrored that of a person being sent to the gallows. After the exchange of introductions Charles had overheard, it was quite evident that Lady Eleanor Murray was not having a good day.

      It might have been kind to allow her to continue by and let her lick her wounds. If he were a sensitive man he might have allowed it. But he was not, and she had the journals he needed.

      He stepped in front of Lady Eleanor and bowed. “Do you mind if I join you?”

      Lady Eleanor hesitated long enough to suggest she did. Yet when her maid whispered inaudibly to her Eleanor subtly shook her head, and the brown-haired lady’s maid stepped behind Lady Eleanor to make room for him.

      “That would be lovely, Lord Charles.”

      Lady Eleanor’s tone was flat and suggested it was anything but. Ever the charmer.

      He ought to correct her, he knew—let her know he wasn’t merely Lord Charles, but the new Duke of Somersville. Perhaps had she not been looking so crossly at him he would have been more inclined. But he owed this woman nothing.

      Later. Perhaps...

      He straightened and held out his arm to her, as was polite. She threaded her slender arm through his and rested her gloved hand atop the cuff of his jacket. Her light jasmine scent whispered at his senses. Although this time, in the afternoon’s gilded light, with her dressed in delicate colors and gentle ribbons, the soft sweetness of her perfume seemed more fitting.

      Lady Eleanor gave a little sigh. “I suppose you’re here to convince me to return to Lottie’s?”

      “I thought I might give the idea a go,” Charles replied.

      Tree canopies spread over the path like an awning and blotted out the heat from the sun, leaving the air cool and fresh. Charles took a deep breath and let the quiet crunch of dirt under their feet fill the silence. Lady Eleanor’s maid walked a few feet behind them, to grant privacy while still maintaining prudent proximity.

      “Do you think you’ll have any success in convincing me to return?” Lady Eleanor asked after a moment.

      So much for any hope that she might make this easy. He glanced back over his shoulder, to where the Earl of Ledsey and Lady Alice still conversed with the dark-haired Marquess.

      “If I were a betting man, I’d wager on it.”

      Eleanor’s arm stiffened against his. “You saw?”

      “I overheard,” he said. “On my honor, it was quite by accident.”

      “What a wild coincidence...” she said blandly.

      Charles did not bother to apologize.

      “May I be frank with you?” Lady Eleanor asked abruptly. “Or rather, ask you to be frank with me?”

      He inclined his head. “I believe our history dictates a level of candor.”

      Lady Eleanor glanced around them. The path had gone empty and they were all but alone. At least for a few moments. Or as alone as one might be with a chaperon in tow.

      She stopped and stared up at him with her catlike green eyes. Perfectly sculpted red curls framed her porcelain forehead. In fact, everything about her was so carefully refined it made him long to see something skewed out of place.

      “What is so unappealing about me?” she asked.

      She asked it bluntly, almost casually, the way one might ask what would be served at supper that evening.

      He hadn’t expected such a question and found himself quite without words. After all, she was Westix’s daughter, and certainly that brought her a plethora of ill traits.

      “I truly wish to know so that I might see how to improve,” she said. “I am from excellent lineage, and my manners are impeccable. I move in all the right circles. I know I don’t have the kind of beauty Lady Alice possesses, and that my hair is...awful. But what else is it about me, about my person, which is so heartily distasteful?”

      She turned her head away before he could see any kind of expression cross her smooth face or come to her eyes. She quickly began to walk once more, as if she regretted what she’d said. Her speech had been one of hurt, but her tone had been without feeling.

      Perhaps there was more to his enemy’s daughter than Charles had wagered.

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