others to make the same assumption I did, I would advise you not to spend quite so much of your time staring at her in that hungrily devouring way.’
‘Now you are being deliberately provoking, Pamela,’ Hawk bit out harshly, before emptying his wine glass and motioning for it to be refilled.
‘And you are drinking far more wine than usual this evening, too, Hawk.’As a friend of his mother, and his closest neighbour these last thirty years, Lady Pamela felt no hesitation in speaking her mind to him whenever she chose.
Hawk bared his teeth in a humourless smile. ‘When I wish for your advice, Pamela, be assured I will ask for it!’
She gave a softly indulgent laugh. ‘Be assured, Hawk, you will receive it whether it is asked for or not!’
Hawk gave a rueful shake of his head, knowing that there was no point in arguing with Pamela—that since the death of his own mother Pamela had chosen to take on that role for herself.
Could there possibly be some basis for her observation concerning the way in which he had been watching Jane? Had his gaze been ‘mesmerised’ and ‘hungrily devouring’…?
Surely not?
Admittedly, he had not liked Whitney’s attentions to her earlier, and nor did he particularly care for the way that Pamela’s own son was paying Jane such marked attention, but surely that was no reason for Pamela to imply that his own interest was any more personal than any guardian for his charge?
No, of course it was not, he assured himself determinedly. He was merely concerned for Jane, that was all. Because she was young and innocent, and could have no idea of the danger a man with Whitney’s reputation represented to that innocence.
It was an ignorance Hawk had every intention of correcting as he made his way immediatately to Jane’s side once dinner was over, when she and all the other guests were making their way to the small ballroom where dancing was due to commence.
Unfortunately for Jane, an hour of watching as both Jeremy Croft and the Earl of Whitney seemed to become more and more captivated by her every word had not diminished the force of Hawk’s temper in the slightest.
‘I think it might be as well, Jane, if for the remainder of the evening you were to refrain from flirting with every man in the room under the age of sixty!’ Hawk bit out harshly as he glared down at her.
Jane gave a gasp, her face paling at the unexpectedness of the Duke’s attack. In fact she had been quietly congratulating herself on having successfully negotiated the intricacies of social behaviour, and now the Duke was accusing her of doing the opposite.
She returned his glare unblinkingly. ‘I have not yet had the opportunity to flirt with you, Your Grace!’
‘Neither will you, if you know what is good for you!’ Those gold eyes glittered warningly.
Jane looked up at him challengingly. ‘Could you possibly be threatening me, Your Grace?’
His jaw was clamped tightly together. ‘I am trying to assist you, Jane—’
‘By insulting me?’
‘By advising you.’
‘I was mistaken, then, Your Grace. For your advice sounded distinctly like an insult to me!’ Jane breathed indignantly.
Hawk’s nostrils flared angrily. ‘You—’
‘Sorry to interrupt your little tête-à-tête with your ward, Stourbridge, but perhaps I might have your permission to invite Miss Smith to dance?’ the Earl of Whitney interrupted smoothly.
Hawk turned a quelling glance on the older man, having every intention of telling Whitney that he most certainly did not have his permission to dance with Jane. Or indeed to do anything else with her!
‘I do not need the Duke’s permission to dance, My Lord.’
Jane was the one to answer before Hawk had a chance to do so, not sparing Hawk so much as a second glance as she took the other man’s arm and allowed herself to be taken onto the dance floor.
Leaving Hawk no choice but to stand impotently by and watch as the rakish Earl of Whitney took a hold of Jane’s hand and led her confidently into the dance.
An unpleasant image that was reflected back at Hawk many times over from the mirrors that adorned the walls of the small ballroom at Mulberry Mall.
‘I am so pleased to see that Jane is enjoying herself.’ Arabella spoke softly beside Hawk.
Hawk turned to scowl at his young sister—who, as hostess, should have been on the dance floor herself. ‘Whitney is hardly a suitable companion for her to be enjoying herself with!’
Arabella looked up at him steadily for several seconds, before allowing a knowing smile to curve her lips. ‘So, Lady Pamela was right in her assertion that you are far too interested in your young ward,’ she murmured with satisfaction.
‘I—’
‘I must admit I was a little taken aback when Lady Pamela described Jane as such,’ Arabella continued lightly. ‘I had not realised. Exactly when did Jane become your ward, Hawk?’ She arched blonde brows.
‘You are being deliberately obtuse, Arabella,’ he snapped dismissively.
‘I do not think so.’ Arabella shook her head.
Hawk gave an impatiently snort. ‘Obviously I made that distinction for Jane’s sake. It simply would not do for our friends and neighbours—for the ton—to realise that an unmarried young lady with no family connection to us is staying here at Mulberry Mall under the protection of the Duke of Stourbridge.’
‘Perhaps you should have given some thought to that possibility before bringing Jane here…?’
‘Given a choice, I would not have brought Jane here—’ Hawk broke off as he realised he had been provoked into being indiscreet for the second time this evening. Something that, as the haughty Duke of Stourbridge, he never was. Or at least he never had been before Jane came crashing into his life.
‘If you had been “given a choice”, Hawk?’ Arabella echoed curiously. ‘You never have fully explained to me how you came to be acquainted with Jane, or your reasons for bringing her here. Perhaps—’
‘I do not think now is the right time for us to discuss this, Arabella.’
‘Will there ever be a right time?’
Hawk’s mouth thinned. ‘No.’
‘I did not think so.’Arabella shrugged. ‘But you must admit that captivating the Earl of Whitney would be a marvellous feather in Jane’s social cap…’
‘I admit nothing of the sort!’
Arabella turned towards the dancing couples. ‘They do look very well together, do they not…?’
Hawk turned to follow the direction of his sister’s gaze, his own eyes narrowing ominously as once again he found himself looking at Jane as
