of material at the cloth merchant’s shop, they were back in temper with each other.
Devlin hailed a hack. As he negotiated with the driver, Madeleine noticed a gentleman across the street looking at her.
Farley.
He saw her look in his direction and tipped his hat to her. Her heart pounded wildly, and she feared she might vomit. She felt Farley’s eyes on her the entire time it took for Devlin to lift her into the hack.
As they pulled away, he saluted her once more.
Lord Edwin Farley watched the hack start off down the street. He had taken to frequenting a tobacconist on this row, one of the deplorable economies he was forced to make in his constrained financial circumstances. At first he’d noticed the young lady in the lilac and blue with a connoisseur’s appreciation, but when he saw it was Madeleine, he froze. All that beauty, and he’d let her fall into the hands of Devlin Steele. It irritated him beyond belief.
He’d hoped to recoup from his recent bad luck by playing until Steele owed him a bundle. The Marquess of Heronvale would have redeemed his little brother’s vowels, even if the sum had been large. Everyone knew the older brother doted on the younger one. But Farley had lost instead. If that were not bad enough, he’d impulsively used Madeleine to settle his debt. Damned Steele.
The hack turned the corner and disappeared from his sight. He resumed his stroll down the pavement. Madeleine had looked quite fetching in that lavender confection. His body stirred merely thinking about her.
He’d have her back, he vowed. He’d unpeel those layers of clothing from her and bed her like she’d never been bedded before. He’d make her beg for him, make her pant with wanting him. She’d been easy to seduce as a girl. He’d only had to say a few pretty words to her, and she’d been his. He laughed, remembering how easy it had been to entice her to his room that night, her father bursting in at the perfect moment—when she’d been naked on top of him.
Yes, he’d get her back, he vowed. This time without the child she was stupid enough not to prevent. Perhaps he could make some money on the child. He knew men whose tastes went to ones as young as that. A little beauty like her mother, she would likely sell at a good price.
What revenge ought he to exact upon Steele? It would give him added pleasure to give that matter some thought.
Humming and jauntily swinging his walking stick, Farley continued on his way.
T he packages from their shopping expedition arrived that afternoon amid much excitement. The wide eyes of little Linette as she opened hers made all the extravagance worthwhile. Sophie, whom Devlin did not expect to break out in raptures, reverently fingered the cloth they had purchased.
‘Thank you, my lord,’ Sophie whispered, though she did not meet his eye while saying it.
‘You did tolerably well, Dev,’ Bart said, watching Sophie’s every movement.
‘Indeed?’ He laughed. ‘I am unused to such high praise from you.’
‘The lass is happy. Mind you do not tease her, now.’ Bart shook his finger in warning.
Devlin tried to stifle his grin. ‘I shall endeavour not to.’
Madeleine was unusually quiet. She excused herself, saying she wished to unpack her dresses. Thinking of it, Devlin realised she had been just as solemn on the ride back home.
Linette held the horse up to Devlin, pulling on his trousers as she did so. ‘Horse! Horse!’ she said excitedly. It was inevitable. The horse captured the little girl’s attention and the expensive doll was ignored. Devlin sat down on the floor.
‘Shall we build a stable for your horse, Lady Lin?’ He gathered the blocks together and started building.
‘Wady Win,’ Linette parroted.
‘How much did all this cost, might I ask?’ Bart’s voice was deceptively casual.
‘I think you had better not ask,’ Devlin said ruefully. ‘I thought I might pay a visit to my brother tomorrow.’
Madeleine walked back into the room. ‘You will visit your brother?’
She did not need to know he intended to ask his brother for a small advance. ‘I promised my sister-in-law, as you recall.’
‘Oh.’ She sat on the settee and watched Devlin and Linette build the promised stable with the blocks.
‘Would you like me to make tea, Maddy?’ Sophie asked, dropping her fabric back into its box.
Madeleine popped up. ‘I will do it.’
‘You, Maddy?’ Sophie said. ‘It is not necessary.’
‘I want to. It is not so difficult, is it?’
‘Neigh! Neigh!’ Linette galloped her wooden horse, trying to make it jump over the blocks. The blocks tumbled.
‘Now, I was building that.’ Devlin ruffled the girl’s hair, making her giggle. He kept an eye on the mother.
‘I will do it, Maddy. Do not trouble yourself.’ Sophie started for the kitchen.
Madeleine insisted. ‘No, I will do it.’
‘It is my job,’ Sophie said, visibly upset.
Madeleine put her hands on her hips. ‘I would like to make it. I am tired of being waited upon as if I am no use at all.’
‘But, but…’ Sophie burst into tears and ran out.
‘That was badly done, miss.’ Bart gave her a stern expression. ‘The lass wishes to serve you. She credits you with sparing her much hardship.’ He marched after Sophie.
Madeleine glanced at Devlin, her hand rubbing her throat. ‘I did not mean to make her cry.’
Devlin understood. She wanted to feel she had some use beyond the bedchamber. He had even less to offer, except the money his brother controlled, if he could get it. If Madeleine wished to make tea, what was the harm?
He turned back to the blocks. ‘Maddy, if it would not be too much trouble, would you make me some tea?’
The next morning Devlin walked up to an impressive town house on Grosvenor Square and rapped with the shiny brass knocker. The heavy door opened and a solemn-faced butler almost broke into a smile.
‘Master Devlin.’
‘Barclay, you never change.’ Devlin did smile. ‘I trust you are well?’
The man took his hat and gloves. ‘Indeed, I am, Master Devlin.’
‘Is my brother here?’
‘He is expected directly, my lord. Shall I announce you to her ladyship?’
‘If you please.’
