The Duke of Morewether’s Secret
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Authors: Amylynn Bright
The Duke of Morewether’s Secret
By Amylynn Bright
THE DUKE OF MOREWETHER’S SECRET
Copyright © 2014 Amy Bright
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
Collette Cameron - I can never thank you enough for your kind words and support. I am very fortunate to have such talented and wonderful friends.
Killian Metcalf – What a Godsend you are! I can’t thank you enough for your encouragement, your expertise, and your excellent suggestions. I am forever grateful.
And Linda – Because you understand that he simply must be a duke.
Contents
Christian suppressed a chuckle when the woman actually snorted. The others in the lecture hall did not find her anywhere near as amusing as he did. It was apparent by their glares. But then again, the audience who generally attended scholarly lectures consisted of stuffy old gentlemen who were perfectly happy to flirt with beautiful young ladies in social settings, but were outraged should one infiltrate their lecture.
He stretched his legs out into the aisle and rubbed his sore knee. He’d been two months in the country working with the spring foals. Only three days back in town, and he was already looking for entertainment. He hadn’t expected anything so diverting as an uproar at a lecture on Greek architecture at Lady Bethel’s salon.
The lady shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. He’d come to the lecture because of his fascination on the subject, and he’d been disappointed to discover he’d caught the speaker giving bits of misinformation. The fact that this woman seemed to recognize this fact as well was supremely interesting. Of course, he was too well bred to make a public display of the fact he knew more than the
expert,
but watching her do so was deliciously diverting.
He didn’t know the lady, but he did know the companion who sat with her. Miss Anna Sinclair, his sister’s life-long best friend, fidgeted in the next chair. Anna’s discomfort only added to his amusement, such was his relationship with the woman as close to him as his own sibling. Anna had lived with his family since she was ten, her military father having no idea what to do with her when her mother died. Though there was affection between her and Christian, they had never grown out of their sibling-like rivalry.
The mysterious chit made no effort to conceal her frustration when the lecturer erroneously attributed a lesser known temple to the wrong city. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she scoffed. Several voices shushed her, but she ignored them. “But he’s wrong.”
Anna patted the lady’s knee. “I know, but really, Thea, shhhhh.” In obvious discomfort, Anna glanced about at the other members of the audience and made eye contact with Christian. She gave a little shrug and grimaced.
Seeing Anna uncomfortable was a real treat. Usually, her abrupt personality was the cause of other’s distress, and Christian thought seeing the tables turned for once was remarkably satisfying. Anna rarely lost control of a situation, but she clearly was at loose ends here.
He craned his neck to the right, trying to see between the shoulders and past the heads of the men between him and the other woman. He could see frustratingly little of her face with the others in his way.
“Sir.” Her voice was husky. “The town plans are attributed to Hippodamus of Miletus not Pythagoras as you suggested.”
“What?” The man behind the podium seemed flabbergasted that she’d had the gall to interrupt him.
“I can understand how you could confuse them. Hippodamus was Pythagoras’ pupil, after all.”
“Young lady.” The speaker strode closer. “Control yourself.”
“Believe me, sir, I have been.”
Christian still couldn’t make out any of her features even with Anna sliding further and further into her chair. Who was this woman?
“Then I ask you to respectfully withdraw yourself. These gentlemen have come to be educated by an expert on the history of Greek architecture.”
“I apologize. When is the expert speaker coming out?”
Oh, she was delicious. The lecturer’s face turned an alarming shade of reddish purple. Christian believed his valet would have called it puce. The man seemed incapable of forming a retort and sputtered instead.
“Quite right.” The lady stood and Christian saw she was taller than Anna, but then everyone was, and delectably curved. “Let us depart, Anna. We’ll leave these gentlemen to their delusions of scholastic pursuit.” The lady strode from the room, head high. Anna slunk along behind.
Christian stood and nodded to the man on his left then followed the ladies out of the room. There was no way he was missing an introduction. By the time he caught up with them on the sidewalk an argument had broken out.
“But you can’t do that, Thea,” Anna implored. “It’s simply not done.”
“Well that is ridiculous. Those gentlemen were there to learn and that … that …
idiot
had no idea what he was talking about.”
He wasn’t sure why he expected the typical English rose. After all, her accent clearly pointed to the fact she was foreign. Instead of a milk and cream complexion, a lovely olive-skinned woman looked back at him. Her face was slightly tanned and free of the freckles which plagued his sister when she was exposed to the sun. Black satin curls framed her face. But it was her eyes that mesmerized him. Not gray and not green, her irises were ringed in the darkest brown.
Anna huffed an exasperated sigh.
“I couldn’t let him go on unchecked like that. I happen to know beyond any doubt that he was wrong, and I am right.” The lady’s accent was unusual and Christian couldn’t quite place it. Her mouth did a luscious little thing when she said her vowels, or intriguingly rolled her r’s.
“She’s right,” Christian interrupted and was rewarded by a slight smile, a quick quirk of the lady’s lips. “The man’s a buffoon.”
“Regardless,” Anna insisted to her friend, calmer now. “I know you’re an expert, but you cannot embarrass him in front of the entire room. You’re in London now.”
This time the exasperated huff came from Anna’s alluring companion. Christian couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t entirely fascinated with her. She had a voluptuous figure that didn’t suit the current fashion. While he suspected she found that fact lamentable, it set his mouth watering.
“I didn’t mean to do that. Should I return and apologize?” The lady glanced back at the house, concern etched across her forehead.
“Anna has a tendency to exaggerate.” He said. Anna flashed him a narrowed glance to which he inventoried his repertoire of expressions and responded with Unrepentant Grin #4. “She also forgets her manners when she’s flustered.”
Waving her hand in annoyance, Anna remembered herself. “Thea may I present Christian, Duke of Morewether. My good friend, Miss Althea Ashbrook.”
He bowed at her curtsey. “At your service.” How could he not be acquainted with this friend? He had been certain he was privy to all his sister’s and Anna’s friends.
“Ah, yes.” She cocked her head to the side and extended her gloved hand.
“Absolutely charmed, Miss Ashbrook.” He unleashed the full force of Seductive Smile #2.
Her lips were the palest pink against her skin and a knowing half-smile slid across them. “I’ve heard all about you, My Lord.”
“And yet I’ve heard nothing of you. How can that be possible?”
“I’m certain I have no idea.” Her chin was slightly pointed and her nose small and round at the tip. “Anna has dragged me hither and yon to every social gathering in London for the last fortnight.”
He chuckled. “Have I been out of town so long dusty gatherings of scholars have become de rigueur for the amusement of the
ton
?”
Miss Ashbrook grimaced.
“Let’s go home before the
scholars
converge on us with pitchforks.” Anna peered up the street and waved for a hackney.
He signaled his coachman. “It would be my pleasure to take you anywhere you wish to go.” Anna gave him a look overflowing with suspicion. “I’ve been in the country so long; you can’t deny me the pleasure.”
As Christian handed the ladies into the open landau, Miss Ashbrook paused and gazed into his face. No, this was no perfect English flower, but a wild one, and he found himself uncharacteristically without a pithy, flirty phrase to enthrall her.
“You know,” Anna said, shifting in her seat to face her friend, “I think Morewether here may be of some use to us.”
Christian thought of several ways he’d be willing to be of use. “Of course. I am at your service.”
Anna smiled for the first time. “I’ll wager.”
Christian didn’t take Anna’s bait and turned to Miss Ashbrook. “What made you decide to come to that particular lecture today?”
The breeze sent the ribbons of her bonnet to tangle with her curls. “It was a mistake. I know that now, but I was feeling a little melancholy and homesick.”
“You’re Greek? Did you grow up around the ruins? How fascinating. That must be how you know so much about them.”
“Indeed.” A faraway smile curved her lips. “My home is a spectacular place.” Then her mood darkened. Her mercurial eyes flashed with irritation. “Clearly, that
ilìthios
has never been on the Peloponnese.”
“Somewhere I have longed to go myself,” he said.
Her gloved hands flitted about, stroking the fine leather of the bench seat next to her, and then finally alit in her lap. He watched them with interest, the fingers long and slim, encased in fine beige leather.
If he concentrated, and he’d been concentrating very hard, there were other things besides her accent that set her apart from Londoners. Though her dress was
au courant
London fashion, and she was absolutely stunning in it, it still showcased her differences. The neckline that exposed her graceful throat also revealed the lovely soft olive cast to her skin. Her lips were full and bow-shaped, so different from the ladies he’d grown up seducing, and her unusual eyes were so much more soulful.
Christian searched anything to keep her talking. “You’re new to London?”
“Indeed. I’m here to settle family obligations,” she answered cryptically.
“Will you be staying long?”
“Long enough to accomplish what I need to do.” She looked away, giving him ample time to take in the curl of her ear and the shape of her jaw.
The silence stretched on. He couldn’t think of anything further to say to draw her out. He cast about for further conversational fodder — anything to allow the rich tones of her voice to roll over his skin. What would he have to do to hear her laughter? He imagined it already; a husky sensual sound with a lifeline to his groin.
His gaze slid over to Anna, and he hoped she would help him. The pixyish devil smirked at him. Just when he was certain she was making the situation as uncomfortable for him as possible, Anna turned to the lady and smiled.
“Thea, today’s events don’t change our plans for dinner this evening.”
Was that a hint?
Miss Ashbrook’s brow wrinkled. “Are you certain?”
“With whom do you have plans?”
Can I come, too?
“I know Lord and Lady Harrington very well,” Anna said to her friend even while she smirked at him. “They won’t care what anyone says about you. Besides, they are probably the best people to know in society. With their influence, many societal sins can be overlooked.”