Henry tousled the boy’s hair. “Any gentleman would have done the same.”
Claudia knew better, most of the ton’s men would have stood back, too afraid to make a spectacle or ruin their garments. Not Henry, he had sprung into action without a care for himself. As the woman carried her child away, Claudia took Henry’s arm. “You must get out of those wet clothes.”
He scooped up his hat. “I do apologize for wrecking the rest of our afternoon. For now, I will have to return you home and take my leave.”
Her heart swelled with pride at his bravery. “Never apologize for helping others in need. We will have other afternoons and we still have tonight.”
“Yes, we do have that.” He patted her hand.
Her stomach fluttered in anticipation as he handed her into the curricle. She could not stop herself from noting how very different he was from Akford. He did not seem to possess an ounce of orneriness. For a moment, she imagined what it would be like to marry him and raise children with him.
She immediately dismissed the fantasy. There would be no marriage. She was simply enjoying what time they had. She could not afford to be taken in by a few kind acts. It would serve her well to remember that appearances were often deceiving. She would not be so foolish as to drop her guard.
The curricle came to a stop in front of her townhouse. Henry jumped out, then reached up to help her down. When her feet met the ground, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss atop her gloved hand. “Until tonight.”
She smiled.
* * * *
Henry lounged on Claudia’s sofa, the whimsical music she played on the pianoforte resonated in his soul. He could not name the song, but the melody evoked emotions of love and loss. He closed his eyes and let the music sweep him away.
When the music ceased he opened his eyes. “What was that song about?”
“I do not rightly know. Mother composed it and taught it to me.” Claudia tapped out a few more notes. “Do you play?”
“Indeed, though I fear my skills do not compare to yours.” He walked over to her.
She made room for him on the bench and he sat down. His thigh rested against hers in a most improper way, but he dared not put distance between them. He relished these evening visits and the intimacy they shared. He could only hope she would come to need his presence as much as he did hers. “I will play if you consent to sing.”
“Very well.” Her eyes sparkled brighter than any jewel he had ever laid eyes on. “I am told I have a passably pleasing voice.”
He played the first stanza of an Irish song. “Do you know it?”
She nodded. “Robin Adair.”
He continued playing. Either the minx jested or she had been lied to her whole life through. She sang with even more skill than she played. Her voice wrapped around him warming his blood.
He had no wish to strike the final key, for doing so would bring the end of her singing. Nonetheless, he brought the song to its conclusion. “You have the voice of a nightingale. I could listen to it for the remainder of my days and never grow weary.”
After three more songs, he placed an arm around her. “Let us move to the sofa. You can rest while I read.”
“I should enjoy that.”
She snuggled up to him as she had the previous evening. With her settled, he reached for the leather-bound book on the side table. The Last of the Barons. A pleasant surprise.
“I do hope my choice of reading material suits you.” She fluttered her lashes as she stared up at him.
“As it happens I am currently reading the same selection.” He opened to the place she had marked. “Only I am a few chapters ahead of you.”
“Do not give anything away.”
“I would not dare.” He began reading, his attention moving between her and the pages of the story. Ever so often, he caught her with her eyes closed, but most of time she watched him. Her attention did not unnerve him as he would have expected. On the contrary, it seemed natural, as if they had done this all of their days.
He read three chapters, then marked her place before setting the novel aside. “Now we are on the same page and can finish the story together.”
“A delightful suggestion.” She captured his hand in hers.
“You are an exceptional musician. Both your pianoforte skills and your singing are resplendent. What other talents are you hiding?”
“When I was young I used to dabble in art. Sketching and painting. Mother always said I was quite good at it.”
“Why did you stop?”
She frowned. “Akford forbid it. He said it was a waste of time and finances since I was no great talent.”
Anger unfurled in Henry. How else had the man berated her? He tightened his hold on her. “I wager he did not know enough to judge your skill.”
“It matters not. What is done shall not be undone.”
“Do you miss your art?” he asked with caution, not wishing to cause her distress.
“It is of no consequence. I have not held a paintbrush in years nor sketched the simplest thing. After all this time, I doubt I would be any good.”
“I would wager you are mistaken.” He lowered his head closer to hers and inhaled her feminine perfume. Vanilla and roses, a combination well suited to her.
“And what of you? Have you interests beyond horses and the pianoforte?”
“I am told my dancing is rather tolerable when I am not stepping on my partner’s slippers.”
In truth, he was not half as clumsy as he used to be. There was a time he would have wagered on the likelihood of stomping his partner’s feet. His dance master had all but quit him, insisting he would never polish his skills until he learned to be at ease around ladies.
She laughed. “Do be serious.”
“I assure you, I am.” He smiled down at her. “It happens far less now than it once did, but on occasion, I still misstep.”
“Perhaps you have not found the right partner.”
“Shall we put your theory to the test at Lady Sully’s ball?”
“I will save two sets for you.”
“And if I should step on your slippers?” he asked playfully.
“You will owe me a boon.”
SCANDALOUS REDEMPTION
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Claudia stepped into the entry hall with the Duchess of Abernathy. She had just enjoyed a pleasant stroll through Hyde Park with her friend, during which she invited Her Grace to stay for refreshments. She removed her pelisse and bonnet, then handed them to a footman while her butler saw to the door. “Have lemonade and sweetmeats sent to the drawing room.”
“Right away, my lady.” The footman bowed, then gave directions to a nearby maid.
With their things properly seen to, she and the duchess began toward the drawing room.
“My lady.”
She looked at her butler. “Yes?”
“Lady Wexil called while you were out. She is waiting in the library.”
Claudia was pleased to have her cousin and the duchess here since she did not expect Henry to call this afternoon. He had estate matters to tend that would keep him away. Company made it harder to miss him.
“Very good. Have her shown to the drawing room.” The butler cleared his throat, causing her to turn back. This inappropriate behavior was most unusual for her stoic servant. “Was there something else, Bentley?”
“A large crate was delivered as well.”
“From whom?” She had not placed any orders and could not imagine who would have seen fit to have something sent to her. Perhaps Vivian had gotten her a gift. Such a thing would explain her presence.
The butler cast his eyes down at the floorboards and shuffled his feet. “The crate was sent by Lord Shillington.”
“Where is it now?” Claudia glanced at Duchess Abernathy before returning her attention to Bentley.
“I had footmen move it to the drawing room. Shall we send it back?”
Claudia’s pulse quickened. Returning it w
as the last thing she wished to do, but it would also be the proper way to handle the situation.
“Nonsense.” Duchess Abernathy interjected. “Let us open it and see what he sent.”
Claudia understood the impropriety of the situation, but perhaps the gift would be in good taste. No harm could come of inspecting the contents. “Indeed, send a footman to open the crate.”
“As you wish.” Bentley gave another bow before seeing to Claudia’s wishes.
She could not help but wonder over what Henry may have sent and how her cousin would react as she and the duchess made their way down the hall. Vivian was delighted over Henry’s continued courtship of her, but was not likely to approve of him sending large gifts. Alas, there was no way to keep it from her.
She looked at the duchess. Surely, the gift was unsuitable for a courtship. She could not imagine an appropriate one arriving in a large crate. “Whatever he bought can be sent back after we have had a chance to see it.” Pain gripped her heart at the very idea, but she could not scandalize the duchess and Vivian.
“Drivel. Whatever it is, he wished for you to have it, and have it you shall.” Duchess Abernathy waved her hand in front of her.
“I do not wish to tarnish anyone’s reputation.”
The duchess laughed. “You need not worry for us. Much more than a gift would be necessary in order to scandalize me. Lady Vivian will recover. She is family after all. Regardless, we will say nothing of it.”
The duchess’s friendship was a blessing. Her Grace did not subscribe to malicious gossip, nor did she pass judgment on those around her. She simply lived her life on her own terms without offering apologies. It was rather unfortunate Claudia’s remaining peers were not so genuine.
She stepped into the room, searching out the crate. There was no need to look far. The object of her excitement sat near the sofa. One could fit any number of things inside the huge crate. “Whatever could it be?”
“It does not signify. You are sending it back.” Vivian came to stand in front of her. “Are you not?”
“I have yet to decide.”
“You cannot be serious.”
“I assure you, I am quite serious.” Claudia flipped open her fan to cool herself.
The duchess stood nonchalantly by the crate. “There will be no harm in accepting the gift, unless you plan to gossip about it, Lady Vivian.”
Vivian seemed to deflate before Claudia’s eyes. “Of course I would never feed the gossip mills at my cousin’s expense.”
“I thought not,” the duchess said as two footmen entered the room.
Claudia watched as her servants pried it open.
“That will be all.” She dismissed them, eager to see what waited for her.
Claudia’s heart alighted at the treasure within. An easel, canvases, paints, brushes, pencils, and paper peeked up at her. She had never received such a thoughtful gift. Henry not only heard her words, he cared about them.
“Art supplies. What an odd present.” Vivian said.
“A very thoughtful gift,” Claudia corrected her.
Duchess Abernathy moved to the far side of the crate. “Do you paint, dear? I never had an aptitude for it myself.”
“I once did, but that was a long time ago.” She held one of the canvasses to her chest. “I am not sure I would show any talent for it now.”
Vivian feathered her fingers over the edge of the crate. “Such twaddle. A talent like yours does not simply vanish. One of your sketches still hangs in Mama’s personal parlor. You never told me you had given up on your art.”
“Why did you cease it?” the duchess asked, sitting on the sofa.
Claudia returned the canvass to the crate, then sat in a chair across from the duchess. “Lord Akford insisted that I do.” Before she could say more, a servant entered with refreshments.
“What a pity.” Vivian shook her head.
Claudia nodded at her cousin. “It is of no consequence now. He is gone and I am free to try my hand once more.”
“How right you are, my dear.” The duchess accepted a glass of lemonade.
“Let us talk of tomorrow night’s ball,” Vivian changed the subject.
Claudia sipped her lemonade and interjected her opinions on occasion, but her guests did not have her full attention. It came as a great relief when they took their leave. She wasted no time in having some of her new art supplies carried into the garden.
The air was warm as she sat on a blanket, sketching a rose bush. Her hand stilled when Henry dropped down beside her. She had been so lost in her art she did not notice his approach. “I thought I would not see you until the ball.”
“Am I interrupting? I can leave.” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Do not dare leave. I am pleased to see you. If I were not afraid of prying eyes, I would kiss you now.” She was flooded with the urge to press her lips to his, but the risk of being seen was much too high out here in the open air.
He graced her with a teasing smile. “Am I to assume you are happy with my gift?”
“Yes. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
His smile faded. “That is a shame.”
She gave a little shrug.
He peeked at her sketch then. “I was correct. You do possess a talent for art.”
“Truly?” She angled her head, glancing between him and her rendition of the roses. Her sketch did share a likeness, but her skills were a bit rusty. With practice, she believed she would regain her previous aptitude.
“I would not mislead you, Claudia. When I speak, I mean what I say. My words are my honor.”
“You flatter me.” She could not stop the smile that tugged at her lips. Henry brought so much happiness into her life. How would she ever let him go? The very thought stole her joy.
“I grant no flattery that you have not earned.” For her own sanity, she needed to steer the conversation to safer ground. If they continued along this path, she would lose all resistance. Her mind already wandered into the dangerous territory of imagining what it would be like to wed him. She could not allow herself to forget the dangers of matrimony. “How did your estate business go?”
He leaned back on his elbows and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Better than I had expected. I am pleased to report my tenants are producing above average yields this year and they are pleased to be getting assistance with some drainage matters. As a result of the higher yields, I am able to put money back into the lands.”
There he went being kind and compassionate again. Akford would have never given his tenants anything. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. There was no comparison between Henry and Akford. How could she continue to guard herself from such a wonderful gentleman? “That is generous of you.”
“Perhaps, but more importantly, it is the right thing to do. It is my duty to take care of my tenants.” He picked a blade of grass and twirled it between his fingers.
“I suppose you are right and I am quite certain your tenants appreciate you.” She set her sketch aside and turned to him.
“Indeed. I try to visit all of their homes monthly. It gives me a clear idea of how they fare and what I can do to improve the estate. The practice benefits everyone involved.”
Claudia’s breath hitched at the sincerity she saw reflected in his eyes. She had no doubt he truly cared for the people of his estate. The fact he went against societal strictures to care for his lands and the people who lived there warmed her heart. Heaven help her, the more she learned about him, the more she fell in love with him.
SCANDALOUS REDEMPTION
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Henry made his way across the crowded ballroom intent on spending time with Claudia. She stood near an intricately carved white column, her body draped in rich blue silk and her auburn hair pinned back from her face. He could wait no longer to be back in her company. The dancing would soon commence as well, and he was determined to take her first set and last waltz of the evening. Were i
t up to him, he would dance every set with her, but propriety would not allow such an occurrence.
He came to a stop and bowed to the object of his affection and her cousin. “Lady Akford, Lady Wexil.”
“Good evening, Lord Shillington.” Claudia fought to suppress a smile.
Lady Wexil nodded.
Ladies and gentlemen dressed in their finest evening clothes moved all around them, but he paid them no mind. His attention remained riveted on Claudia. “Tell me your dance card is not full.”
“What a tease. No one has begun signing them yet and you well know it.” Claudia presented her card.
Henry signed it as he had planned to do before signing Lady Wexil’s card, too. When he looked up, he caught sight of Jane in a cluster of ladies by the far wall. He should take one of her sets as well, lest she hold up the wall all night. He met Claudia’s gaze. “If you will excuse me for a moment.”
After signing Jane’s dance card, he sought out Lady Luvington and the Duchess of Abernathy, taking a dance from each before returning to Claudia’s side. “Lady Akford. I believe our dance will start presently.” He proffered his arm.
“Indeed, my lord.” She rested her gloved fingertips upon his coat sleeve.
He led her toward the dance floor, excitement stirring his blood.
She leaned toward him. “I hope having the Luvingtons here as well as me does not make you uncomfortable.”
“On the contrary.” He offered her a fleeting smile. In truth, he was pleased to have his old friends back in London and looked forward to spending some time with Sarah. He had come to trust Claudia, to love her. He no longer saw the past as a threat. “Does their attendance bother you?”
“Not in the least.”
They took their position on the dance floor in time for the quartet to strike the first chords of a minuet. He studied her, counting the heartbeats until they could touch again.
His hand warmed when she placed hers in it to begin the dance. When they separated, he ached for her touch. His heart soared each time the slow steps of the minuet brought them back together. She taunted him with twinkling eyes and flirtatious glances that heated his blood and left him breathless.
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