Heiress in Red Silk (Duke's Heiress #2) - Madeline Hunter Page 0,24

my sister to her school. I hope to start when I return.”

He held open the morning room door. As she passed him, she gave him a long look that all but said, It would be best to forget whatever just passed between us.

She was absolutely right. As far as he was concerned, nothing had happened. He had never believed in infatuation, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Chapter Six

Rosamund could not help overhearing the discussion taking place on the terrace. The window to the morning room had been left open, and Minerva, Chase, and four of their agents sat less than twenty feet away.

A young man in a nice frock coat with blond hair appeared to be the object of their current instructions.

“Don’t accept any situation except one that has you in his offices, Jeremy. You do not want to be flogging his wares out on the road or anything like that. We need you close to him,” Chase said.

“I’ll refuse anything else.”

“Good,” Minerva said. “You, Elise, will apply to work in his house. Chambermaid would be best. You can move around then.”

The young woman named Elise nodded.

A thin, sparsely haired man with a pursed mouth raised his hand. “And I?”

“Ah, Brigsby,” Chase said. “You are not here for this inquiry, but for another purpose.”

“I don’t understand. You said I performed without exception on the last one.”

“True, but this one does not require your talents.”

Brigsby looked dejected. “I think I know what you want to discuss. I have been waiting for it. You think to let the apartment go, now that you are here, what with that valet and all these servants.” He straightened his posture and put on a brave face. “I trust you will give me a good reference.”

“He is not going to let you go,” Minerva said. “Could you just be patient, until we are done here, and all will be explained?”

Brigsby retreated, leaning out so the others could lean in.

“And me?” a stout woman asked. Gray-haired and buxom, she wore a lace-trimmed cap under a large bonnet. The result framed her soft, creased face twice over. Rosamund would very much like to sit that old woman down and show her how more restrained headwear could flatter at any age.

“You are needed for another inquiry, Beth,” Minerva said. “Mr. Falkner lives more modestly than Mr. Chillingsworth. He is not far from Rupert Street, and according to Mrs. Drable, he is in need of a cook. She will put your name forth for that.”

“Hard to poke around from the kitchen.”

“You are ever resourceful, and it is the only way in at the moment.” She looked at Chase, then at all the others. “Questions? Do we all have a right understanding of what is needed?”

Heads nodded. Chairs scraped. Chase and Brigsby walked into the garden. The blond young man went around the house. The old woman and the girl came through the morning room, followed by Minerva. They left, but Minerva sat down at the table where Rosamund still ate her breakfast.

“Is your baggage ready?” she asked after calling for some coffee.

“It is already down. The coach comes in an hour.”

“Eat a good breakfast. It will have to last you some hours, and you may find the food at the coaching inns distasteful.”

Rosamund looked down at the meal she had barely touched. She had spent the last hour planning what she would say to her sister, and also wondering about Kevin.

She relived that kiss, although she tried not to. The memory had intruded without warning a number of times since she left that big house. She could still feel that soft, warm skim over her lips, slow and sensual. Her own lips had throbbed in response, and her cheeks had tingled. For an instant, she had not been able to move.

Two seconds, maybe three. At most five or six. None of it took longer than that. And yet, it was difficult to put it out of her mind.

“I want to speak to you before you go,” Minerva said. She gestured for the servant to leave.

Rosamund turned all her attention to her friend.

“I have conducted the inquiry you requested. I have some information.”

Charles. She immediately felt guilty about that moment in the garden with Kevin and how she kept reliving it.

“He is not in London,” Minerva said. “Nor do I think he will be here this Season. He is in Paris. He has been living there for some years now.”

Her heart sank. She had let a big house to impress