The Footman and I - Valerie Bowman Page 0,82
seat to see Frances take a small step inside the room. She was wearing an ice-blue gown with silver trim. Her dark hair was swept up in a chignon and she’d never looked more lovely.
He swiftly stood. He couldn’t believe it was her, standing there, looking gorgeous and actually talking to him. “I…I thought you were someone else.”
“Who?” she asked. Was it his imagination or was a slight smile riding her lips?
“One of my idiotic friends,” Lucas replied, rubbing a palm across the back of his neck. He was half-mad with worry. If he said the wrong thing she might leave.
“Lord Bellingham, perhaps?” she asked next, primly folding her hands together in front of her.
Lucas narrowed his eyes on her. “You know Bell?”
“I do now,” she replied with a slight laugh. “Are you…alone?” she asked next.
All Lucas could do was nod. If he took a step toward her, he feared she would disappear like an apparition he’d conjured from his imagination.
“No one saw me come here,” she said, shutting the door behind her. She took one more small step forward. “At least I didn’t see anyone in the corridor.”
Another nod. He felt like a damn fool, but for the second time in his life, he was completely tongue-tied. She did that to him.
“I wanted to…speak with you,” she began, biting her lip.
Lucas allowed himself to take two tentative steps toward her. He reached a hand toward her, wanting to do nothing more than grab her up in his arms and spin her around. “Frances, I—” He swallowed. No. He needed to listen to her for once and stop trying to explain himself. “What did you want to say?”
She tossed back her head and lifted her chin. A gleam of determination shone in her eyes. “I…came to ask if…your offer still stands.”
Lucas’s heart thudded in his throat. His pulse raced. “My offer?” He had to be certain of what she meant. He couldn’t risk raising his hopes only to have them dashed again.
“Yes.” She nodded, not looking away from his gaze. “A wise man came to visit me. He told me I should reconsider before I undermined myself.”
“Bell?” he breathed, closing his eyes. By God, he would give Bell his entire fortune, his estate, anything the man wanted.
“Yes. However, he had to admit he wasn’t just Lord Copperpot’s valet.” She arched a brow.
“He’s pretending to be a valet,” Lucas offered.
“So I gathered. Apparently, it’s a popular game for the noblemen of the ton of late.” She arched a brow.
“Frances, I—”
She lifted a hand to stop him. “So? Does your offer still stand or not?”
Relief swamped Lucas’s body. It was as if a dam had broken and pure joy released into his blood. He closed his eyes. “Yes,” he breathed. “My offer still stands. Always.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t have a dowry, you know?”
He shook his head. “Darling, I’d pay you to marry me.”
She laughed, but quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. “You may have to depending on what my mother says. I’ve no idea how much Sir Reginald offered them.”
“I’ll pay triple what he offered. I’ll—”
“Not so quickly,” she said, her tone matter of fact. “I do have some questions for you first.”
He searched her face and nodded. “Ask me anything.”
Frances folded her arms across her chest and stepped forward until she was able to walk around him in a circle. This interrogation would be anything but simple. And he deserved it. Every single word.
“Did you think about telling me?” she asked. “Before that day in the drawing room, I mean.”
Lucas wanted to reach for her so badly his hand trembled, but he understood these answers were important to her and he owed her the truth. He clenched his hands into fists to keep them at his sides. “I thought about it nearly every day. I hated myself for lying to you. But then you told me how much you detested Lord Kendall and I…was frightened that I would lose you.”
She stopped circling for a moment. Her skirts swished against her ankles. “I didn’t think about that. I did tell you I detested Lord Kendall, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but I still should have told you,” he continued, turning his head to look at her. “I never should have allowed it to go on for so long. I have no excuse other than…I loved spending time with you. Loved talking to you. Loved—”
“Kissing me?” she offered, quirking a brow, her arms still crossed.
He tugged at his lower lip