in, or incapable of understanding, the intricacies of politics. Only her father had ever done her the courtesy of discussing them with her. Even her cousin Michael Armsburn, and the several other candidates for whom she had canvassed, valued her just as a pretty face to charm the voters.
None of the men she’d supported had ever invited her to discuss their policy or its philosophical roots. Giles Hadley excited her mind as much as he stirred her senses.
Or almost as much, she amended. He mesmerised her when he talked, not just the thrilling words, but watching those mobile lips, wondering how they’d feel, pressed against hers. She exulted in the tantalising magic of sitting beside him, the energy and passion he exuded arousing a flood of sensation in her, the heat and scent of him and the wondrous words he uttered a sea she could drown in.
Oh, to be with a man who burned with ardent purpose, who inspired one with a desire to be with him, not just in bed, but out of it as well!
Tea arrived shortly thereafter. Maggie forced herself to cease covertly studying the excellence of Giles Hadley’s physique, the breadth of his shoulders and the tapered elegance of his fingers, and concentrate on filling his cup.
After they had each sipped the steaming brew, Hadley set down his cup with an apologetic look. ‘I’m afraid I must confess to not being completely truthful about my reasons for inviting you here.’
Her great-aunt’s warning returned in a rush, dousing her heated euphoria with the ice water of wariness. ‘Not truthful? In what way?’
‘Much as I am enjoying our excursion to Gunter’s, we could have taken tea in the committee room. Except there is a matter I feel I must discuss with you that demanded a greater degree of privacy than would have been afforded in a Parliamentary chamber.’
Foreboding souring her gut, she said, ‘Then by all means, let us discuss it.’
‘I spoke with my brother not long ago. As you know, we...are not close, and he generally does not seek me out unless he wishes to dispute with me about something. The matter he wished to dispute about this time...was you.’
So she was to be a bone of contention? Not if she could help it! But perhaps she should hear him out before rushing to conclusions. ‘What was the nature of that dispute?’
Hadley shrugged. ‘You’ve read the journal reports—and so has George. Apparently my half-brother thinks you favour him—or he believes your father approves of him, and would favour his suit. He warned me to stay away from you.’
Some of the anger, hurt and despair of the episode with Sir Francis rose up, nearly choking her. ‘And so you sought my company to spite him?’ she spit out at last. ‘Do you think to beguile me, and then boast to him about it?’
He straightened, frowning. ‘Not at all! How could you imagine such a thing? Besides, if I were trying to charm you and boast of my conquest, would I have told you about our disagreement?’
‘Do you think you could charm me?’
His irritated expression smoothed, a roguish smile replaced it, and he smiled at her, that smile that made her knees weak. ‘Do you think I could?’
‘If you did, and we were compromised, we might be forced to wed. Then you’d be stuck with me for life—a fate which ought to give you pause,’ she said tartly, mollified.
His smile faded. ‘I would never do you the harm of marrying you.’
Before she could figure out that odd comment, he continued, his expression serious, ‘But that’s not what I meant to talk about. Did you speak with my half-brother about our meeting in Chellingham?’
It was her turn to be puzzled. ‘No, I’ve not seen him since I returned to London. Why do you ask?’
‘As far as you know, George is not a friend of your cousin Mr Armsburn?’
‘They are acquainted, certainly, but not close.’
‘The only place we’ve met, before today, was Chellingham. My brother specifically mentioned how detrimental to your reputation it would be if others discovered you’d been alone with me at the inn there. If you did not relate our encounter to George, and your cousin or his aide, Mr Proctor, didn’t inform him, how could he have known about it?’
Maggie paused a moment, thinking. She’d spoken with Aunt Lilly, but that lady would never divulge, even to her friends, confidential information about her niece, particularly if it involved a gentleman and would therefore make her the subject of gossip and conjecture. She was quite certain she’d not mentioned their meeting to anyone else.
‘I don’t know,’ she confessed.
‘Then it seems my suspicions were justified. Outlandish as it sounds, in order for my half-brother to have known that you’d accompanied me to that inn in Chellingham, he must have been keeping you under surveillance.’
She shook her head a little, not sure she could have heard him correctly. ‘Are you trying to tell me that your brother has someone...spying on me?’
‘You weren’t aware of it?’
‘Absolutely not!’
He nodded, looking grim again. ‘Your father wouldn’t have asked him to do such a thing, would he?’
‘Why would he? I had my cousin and Proctor to watch over me. If Papa had thought I needed additional protection, he would have chosen someone I know better than your brother to provide it. And I am sure he would not have done so without informing me and explaining the need for it. No, I don’t think Papa authorised this. Shall I ask him?’
‘Perhaps you should. I wouldn’t want to accuse my half-brother unjustly.’
The enormity of what he’d just told her registered. ‘Why in the world would your half-brother want to have me watched?’
‘He told me he intends to ask for your hand. Perhaps, with the turmoil over the Reform Bill and rumours flying of possible electoral violence, he wanted to make sure the woman he wants to marry didn’t come to any harm.’
‘Or he wished to make sure the woman he plans to marry did not behave in a manner of which he doesn’t approve!’ she retorted, more and more indignant as the implications registered. ‘The effrontery! How dare he have someone tail me as if I were a...a petty thief he was trying to prove guilty of larceny!’
Giles’s lips twitched. ‘I didn’t think you’d find the idea very appealing. May I assume from this that you are now even less likely to consider an offer from my half-brother?’
‘If he has indeed so grievously imposed on my privacy, you may assume the chances of my accepting an offer from him to be non-existent!’
He smiled at that. ‘Then I am almost glad of his arrogance. But...there is one thing more I feel I must say, before we drop the unpleasant matter of my brother.’ He paused, his smile fading. ‘I do hope you won’t feel I’m telling you this just because the two of us do not get along.’
‘I think I can count on your honesty.’ She hesitated, unsure how much she could or should say, given how brief their acquaintance was. ‘Even though I understand that you have not been...kindly treated, either by your father or your half-brother.’
