as Anna heard the rustle of silk.
‘Old fool is at the gaming tables—he wouldn’t notice a stampede of wild horses.’
Anna wondered if she should stand and make her presence known. The last thing she wanted was to become embroiled in this couple’s illicit affair, but she didn’t much desire to be witness to their intimacy either.
She’d just gripped the armrests, ready to push herself up, when the door opened for a second time. Anna heard the couple freeze, then spring apart in a rustle of fabric and clatter of shoes. The light of a candle illuminated the room, causing the shadows to lengthen around her. She sank back into the chair, fervently hoping that the new guest would scare away the couple and then leave her in peace.
‘My apologies,’ a deep, slightly amused voice said. Anna analysed the tone and intonation, but was sure she had never met this newcomer before. Even after being removed from society for the past couple of years she still was familiar with most of the aristocratic gentlemen who frequented these balls, but this man she did not think she recognised.
The young woman gasped theatrically and ran from the room.
‘Edgerton.’
‘Wilbraham.’
The two men greeted each other with just a single word which suggested they knew one another at least passably well. The silence stretched out uncomfortably as Anna in her hidden position held her breath and willed both men to leave.
‘You won’t say anything, old chap?’
‘No. Not my place.’
Footsteps and the closing of the door followed, but the candlelight still illuminated the room and Anna could hear the light breathing of one of the gentlemen.
Wondering whether to make a dash for the door, Anna shifted in her chair just as the newcomer came into view.
‘Good evening,’ he said, no trace of surprise at finding her sitting in the high-back chair evident in either his face or his voice.
‘Good evening.’ Despite her thumping heart Anna managed to sound poised and calm. Years of practice at maintaining a serene façade came in useful sometimes.
‘Looking for a little peace?’
‘Yes.’ Anna kept her voice clipped and icy, hoping the gentleman would understand she wanted to be left alone.
She watched as he sauntered around the study, opening cupboards and cabinets until he came across what he was looking for: a bottle of whisky and two short glasses.
‘Can’t abide champagne,’ the gentleman said, pouring out two generous measures of the caramel-coloured liquid. ‘And punch is even worse.’
He held out one of the glasses, waiting for Anna to take it before he sat down in the chair next to hers. Taking a gulp, he examined the liquid thoughtfully before chuckling softly.
‘What’s so funny?’ Anna asked, regretting the question as soon as it passed her lips. She knew better than to engage.
‘Prendy’s servants are watering down his whisky,’ he said, raising the glass to his lips for another taste.
‘Prendy’s?’
‘Lord Prenderson. Our host.’
‘You know him well?’
‘Doesn’t everyone know everyone else?’
Anna was just about to bid her companion farewell when he fixed her with a penetrating stare.
‘Although I don’t think we’ve ever met.’ He regarded her, letting his eyes sweep from the top of her head, across her features and down over her body. ‘I’m sure I’d remember.’
The polite thing would be to introduce herself, yet Anna stood abruptly, set her untouched glass on the table and took a step towards the door.
‘I wouldn’t go out there just yet if I were you.’
She took another step forward.
‘Bad idea.’
Two more steps. In another few seconds she would be out of the study and heading back towards the crowds.
‘It’s your choice, of course, but the gossips would be delighted to find you in here unchaperoned.’
Anna stiffened, closing her eyes for a brief few seconds before turning slowly and facing her companion.
‘Gossips?’
‘A group of middle-aged matrons are recovering from the heat of the ballroom out in the hall. I’m sure it would not escape their notice that you were in here with Lord Wilbraham and Mrs Featherstone.’ He frowned as if something had just occurred to him. ‘What were you planning on doing if they’d decided to further their intimacy?’
‘In the study? So close to the ballroom? I hardly think that was likely,’ Anna said, her voice dry and her face serene.
‘I understand some people find the danger exciting.’
Anna knew he was teasing her now, but instead of rising to the bait she changed the subject.
‘When will it be safe to exit, Mr Edgerton?’
‘Lord Edgerton,’ he corrected absently. ‘And now you have me at a disadvantage.’
‘Lady Fortescue,’ Anna supplied reluctantly.
He fixed her with a curious gaze that told her he’d heard the rumours. All the rumours.
‘The notorious Lady Fortescue,’ he murmured.
‘You’re not meant to say that,’ Anna said, adding under her breath, ‘At least not to my face.’
‘It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Fortescue,’ Edgerton said, standing and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips after a few seconds.
This close Anna could appreciate his physical size. He was at least a foot taller than her and sported broad shoulders that filled his jacket perfectly. For the first time since he’d entered, Anna realised the folly of being alone with this man. It wasn’t just the scandal that could occur if they were discovered, but the risk he might take advantage. Slowly she stepped back. He didn’t look as though he were about to pounce on her, but history had shown her to be a poor judge of character. Kind eyes and a relaxed manner didn’t mean a man was trustworthy.
* * *
Harry saw the flash of fear in Lady Fortescue’s eyes before the stony façade once again concealed her emotions. Quickly he stepped back, realising it was him she was afraid of. That had never been his intention, to scare the poor woman—he’d been called many things in his life, but frightening was not one of them.
‘Let me check the hallway,’ he said, summoning his friendliest smile.
Crossing to the doorway, he opened the door a crack and peered out. The
