Improper (The Phoenix Club #1) - Darcy Burke Page 0,60

beginning with the first of the Season on the second of March. Though it wasn’t yet spring, it would be a celebration of the new season and of beginnings. Those gathered, which included the other patronesses, the membership committee—which the patronesses did not realize was the membership committee—as well as a few other chosen members from each side of the club. The latter group had been invited so as to not only include the membership committee in order to keep their identity secret.

Tobias thought about how Fiona wanted to come to the balls. Could he allow that now? Would someone here recognize her from today? He’d tried to keep her hidden from everyone, and no one realized she was his ward. However, Evie would know. What was Evie doing with her now?

And what was Tobias going to do with her?

Anger—solely directed at himself—rose inside him, and he worked to keep the scowl from his face. In one moment, he’d completely ruined all the good he’d done the past fortnight. For a kiss. But what a kiss… He could still feel the sweet softness of her lips, the eager clasp of her hands on his shoulders, the delicious press of her body against his.

She was his goddamned ward.

She was also a massive pain in his arse. What the hell had she been thinking coming here dressed as a maid? Clearly, this had been a well thought out, premeditated scheme. No, it hadn’t been well thought out. It had been utter madness. She’d come horribly close to being seen by everyone. If he hadn’t been the first person out of the room upstairs and seen her before anyone else… It didn’t bear thinking about.

He ought to send her back to Shropshire tomorrow. Or ensure she was wed with the utmost haste—before she could ruin herself. She’d come damned close today. He realized she didn’t want to marry right away, but she’d quite forfeited her wishes with her impudent behavior.

“Did you hear any of that?” Lucien asked quietly from his right.

Blinking, Tobias realized people had broken off into groups and some were leaving. The men—Wexford, MacNair, and a few other fellows—walked into the men’s side of the ballroom, presumably to go upstairs.

“You can tell me what I missed,” Tobias said, eager to be on his way and…what? Find Fiona? Was she even still here? Evie hadn’t yet returned.

Lucien moved to stand directly in front of Tobias and narrowed his eyes. “You missed the bloody issue you raised earlier—whether to allow unmarried relatives of members into the assemblies.”

“Hell, I missed that? I’m rather, ah, distracted.”

“I should think so.” Lucien shook his head. “Yes, you missed it. Three of the four patronesses were in support, so it passed. Young ladies with relatives who are members may attend, but they must have a chaperone.”

“Let me guess, Lady Hargrove was not in favor.” Tobias slid a glance toward the woman. In her late forties, she was his least favorite of the patronesses, so, of course, it was her who’d seen him kissing Fiona. Lady Hargrove was an esteemed member of the ton, however, and her husband was a jovial and generous gentleman, the best sort really, which was the primary reason she’d been selected as a patroness. In searching for appropriate women for the role, they’d looked to the wives of gentlemen who’d accepted some of the first invitations of membership. Lord Hargrove was one of those men.

“You are correct,” Lucien said. “So now my sister and your ward can attend the assembly next week. Except I need to find Cass a chaperone.”

“She can use Miss Lancaster. Fi—” Tobias realized he’d started first-naming her in his head. Which seemed logical since they’d been kissing a short while ago. However, he couldn’t display such familiarity. Hell, he shouldn’t even be thinking it. “Miss Wingate won’t be coming.” Tobias thought it a very bad idea to bring her back to the scene of the scandal. Not that it was a scandal for her. Hell, if no one knew it was her, she could probably come to the damned ball. Except she had that bloody dark red hair that stood out. It was possible no one would make the connection since she’d been wearing a cap today, but it hadn’t covered her hair entirely.

“Why not? I thought this entire proposition today was so your ward could attend.”

“It’s… Never mind.” Tobias wiped his hand over his face.

“You’re still distracted,” Lucien said. “By the maid. A maid? What the hell were you