than he’d thought, he realized. “I assure you, if I do beg off, I will make it completely clear to your mother that I am to blame.”
“You speak entirely too lightly of the situation. As if it is a game and not our very lives. As if you do not realize the import of what they have planned for us. As if you do not care at all that we will be stuck together forever.”
Despite his great efforts to put the girl at ease, she had the nerve to reprimand him. “I, more than you can know, am completely aware of what I am doing and why I am doing it,” he said, feeling anger at his predicament surge through him. “You have no right to lecture me on the seriousness of marriage. If I speak lightly, it was only a failed attempt to put your mind at ease. In the future you can rest assured I will not speak lightly of this. But I will not apologize, ever, for making you my duchess, for allowing you to bear my children, for granting you the privilege of becoming chatelaine of one of the greatest estates in all of England.”
During his angry tirade, Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly as if in shock. “I see I’ve inadvertently hit a nerve,” she said, sounding breathless and the tiniest bit frightened.
“I’m not certain how inadvertent it was,” he shot back.
“I suppose you would like an apology,” she said, and he couldn’t believe how reluctant she sounded.
He was used to women fawning over him, to having them bat their eyes and smile slyly. He folded his arms in front of him and looked down at her, feeling more like a duke than he had in all the previous months combined. Perhaps his blue blood was thicker than he realized, because the idea of this American girl scolding him had rubbed him raw. “I would.”
She raised her head, her pert nose high in the air. Then she tilted her head just slightly and narrowed her eyes. “No. I don’t think so.” And then she turned and began walking back to the house where her mother waited.
For the second time that day, the Duke of Bellingham let out a laugh.
“She doesn’t want to marry me,” Rand reported to the Earl of Wellesley when he’d returned to the cottage they were renting together for the duration of their visit. The twelve-room house was located just off Bellevue Avenue, one of the lesser homes among the ostentatious ones that lined the road. Edward had rather nicely volunteered to accompany Rand on his journey mostly because he was a bit overwhelmed at home, not yet grown used to being head of a household that included six children. Besides, Rand needed to borrow his valet and Edward wouldn’t loan him out for the duration, so Edward and his valet were forced to accompany him. Rand had hinted that Edward might get lucky and nab his own little American heiress, though Edward was almost violently opposed to the idea. Why would Edward consider such a notion when there were plenty of pretty English girls? Had there been a single English heiress who could have gotten him out of his financial mess, Rand would have jumped at the chance. Though, he had to admit, they probably wouldn’t have been as pretty as Miss Cummings.
Rand couldn’t have been more grateful for Edward’s company, for he didn’t know a soul here and had never been overly comfortable walking into a room full of strangers. A duke and an earl; the mamas would be beside themselves with joy.
Edward sat in the home’s rather extensive library examining the collection there. He picked one from a shelf and smiled. “Didn’t think to find something this fine here,” he said, holding up an ancient book. “Quadrins historiques de la Bible. Sixteenth Century here in Newport. Truly remarkable.”
“Didn’t you hear me?” Rand said, letting a small amount of exasperation come through.
“Yes. She doesn’t want to marry you.” Edward carefully opened the book. “Remarkable,” he muttered again before finally giving his friend his full attention. “Really, Rand, what did you expect? For her to throw herself at your feet in gratitude?”
“Well, perhaps nothing so dramatic. But, yes, I thought she’d be a bit more happy about marrying a duke. It’s one of the privileges of rank, is it not, to have women throw themselves at you?”
“Did she run from you screaming?”
Rand gave his friend a withering look. “I thought I would be up front with her about why I am here. No doubt she knows, so I was not telling her anything she did not already comprehend. We agree on this: She does not want to marry me. I do not want to marry her. And yet we will be married.” He shrugged. “I thought it best to confront the issue.”
Edward shook his head in sad disbelief. “Have you learned nothing in your twenty-seven years about women?”
“I thought honesty would work well between us,” Rand said, sounding defensive. “And I still do. I do realize I have to woo her a bit. It won’t do to have her in chains at the altar.”
“Or in your bed,” Edward said with a grin.
Rand ignored his remark. “I’m not an ogre, after all. It’s why I’m here, to get to know her a bit before we marry.”
“Yes, I suppose it would be prudent to know your bride a bit before you pledge to love and honor her until death and all that. Is she plain, by the way?”
Rand sat in a nearby leather chair and lifted one ankle onto the other knee. “She wasn’t completely…unpleasant,” he said carefully. In truth, he found himself surprisingly attracted to her physically. He had not expected that at all.
Edward gave him a sharp look. “Not ugly, then?”
“Hardly. She’s actually quite pretty. And rich. Which makes me believe her mother was holding out for the loftiest title possible and I was the only duke who took the bait.”
“Then a mere earl wouldn’t have a chance.”
“Sorry, old man, I think not. Once I get the girl away from her mother, she might even be pleasant to talk with as well as to look at. Mrs. Cummings is a termagant. Miss Cummings becomes a different person entirely when she is in the presence of her mother.”
“Oh?” Edward said, his eyes again drawn to the book he was holding.
“Boring you, am I?”
Edward smiled. “Of course not.” He put the book back on the shelf, but it was clear the gesture was reluctant.
“Miss Cummings does not speak in front of her mother unless spoken to. She offers few opinions, and when she does, they are so carefully neutral they are not opinions at all. And yet the brief time I was alone with her, she displayed intelligence and independent thought. It was clear that dinner this evening was torture for the poor girl.”
“Then it’s just as well you’ll be separated from her mother by an ocean.”
“Indeed,” Rand said thoughtfully. “I’ve been invited to something called the Casino tomorrow morning. Do you know what it is?”
“Tennis. They are mad about tennis, these people. And apparently society meets there in the mornings to gossip. Sounds tedious to me. But next week there’s some sort of tennis tournament that sounds interesting.”
“And you’ll accompany me there tomorrow, of course. And everywhere.”
Edward gave him a tight smile. “Of course.”
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