And quite a trim pair of calves they were, too, momentarily distracting him from the interesting sight of her trying to coax the dogs out of the gorse bushes. Perhaps he should help.
He strode down the hill. “I’ll get them out.”
“Don’t you dare go in there!” Planting her hands on her hips, she glared at him. “They’ll come out eventually. But the last time they got into the gorse, Mr. MacTilly went in after them and got stuck fast. If you do the same, at the very least you’ll destroy your fancy clothes.”
“Which is precisely why I’m not going in after them.” He pulled a funeral biscuit out of his greatcoat pocket, opened the wrapping, and broke a piece off. Tossing it to the closest dog, he watched as the hound scarfed it up and then barked at him for more.
When he held another piece up, the dog came running out after it. That was all it took for the others to come trotting out, too, and he rewarded them by giving each a piece.
Squatting down, he petted the one whose name he remembered. “There’s a good lad, Hercules.” He looked up at Miss Wolfe, who was gaping at him. “What?”
“How did you . . . Why on earth would you have funeral biscuits in your pocket?”
Because I never want to be trapped without something to eat ever again.
No, that would require revealing too much. So instead he shrugged. “I’d been told you were at the kennels. Since that meant I was about to be around dogs, I figured it was best if I brought treats.”
In other words, he’d come prepared to win her over by winning over her dogs. Was it working?
Perhaps. Because a helpless laugh escaped her. “You’re as much a rascal as they.”
“Probably.” He grinned at her. “What are the names of the other two?”
With a shake of her head, she came up to seize one by the collar. “This is Hero. And the one with the spots is Hector.”
“Whoever named them certainly has a fondness for Greek mythology.”
“It wasn’t me,” she said. “I prefer a good novel, myself.”
“I prefer the Times.” He scratched Hector behind the ears. “What about you, lad? Do you enjoy being saddled with a fancy name like Hector?”
Hector’s answer was to lick his face. Though Grey chuckled, Miss Wolfe frowned.
“Stop that, Hector!” she ordered, and the dog instantly obeyed, though he then licked Grey’s gloved hand. She sighed. “We’ll have to put you lot back on the leashes, if only to keep you from slobbering all over His Grace.”
“Don’t do it on my account,” Grey said as he stood and dusted off his trousers. “A little dog slobber never hurt anyone.”
“Uh-huh,” she said skeptically. “All the same, I don’t want to risk them bolting into the gorse again, either. You’ll run out of those biscuits eventually.”
“True.”
She put their leashes on, though Grey noticed that she knelt to do it this time, more’s the pity. Then she tugged at the dogs’ leashes. “Come on, lads, let’s go to the woods.”
But they were hoping for more treats and stood about Grey, sniffing at his greatcoat. Apparently, his presence had thrown their good behavior into disarray.
She scowled at them. “Come along now. You know you like tramping through the woods, you scoundrels.”
“I’m flattered that you noticed, Beatrice,” Grey joked.
Clearly fighting a smile, she said, “Watch it, sir, or I’ll make you take them walking.”
“As long as you lead the way, I wouldn’t mind that a bit,” he countered, and held out his hand for the leashes. “We scoundrels will follow you anywhere.”
She swallowed, her throat undulating in a fashion that made him want to put his lips just there, in the hollow. Now where had that thought come from?
Then she seemed to catch herself, for she went rigid as she held out the leashes. “All right. Then you can walk them. If you think you can keep up.”
When he took the leashes from her, her fingers brushed his accidentally, and an alarming current snapped between them.
But if she felt the same, she showed no sign of it. As she pivoted on her heel and marched off along the edge of the gorse toward what looked like a forest of elms, he hurried after her with the dogs.
“You see, lads,” he drawled, “the way to turn a lady up sweet is to acquiesce to whatever she wants. That’s how you get exactly what you want.”
Her sniff made it clear she’d heard him. So did the very