The Wallflower Wager - Tessa Dare Page 0,18
cannot live next to that man. Don’t you know what he did to Lord Fairdale? The villain—”
“Bought up his debts, destroyed his investments, and left him with scarcely anything to his name.”
“Yes. What if the bast—”
“Chase,” Alexandra said sharply.
He sighed. “What if the B-A-S-T-E-R-D sets his eyes on you?”
“A,” Rosamund corrected. “B-A-S-T-A-R-D.”
Penny made a suggestion. “Girls, would you kindly run across the square to my house and have a look at Angus? He sneezed yesterday. Perhaps he has a cold.”
“Maybe it’s the plague!” Daisy cheered.
“Probably not,” Penny said. “But you had better go see.”
“Is there any chance he’s dying? I don’t want him to die, of course. But it’s ever so exciting when there’s a chance.”
“Daisy, he’s not dying.” Rosamund tugged her younger sister by the hand. “They’re trying to be rid of us so they can discuss adult matters.”
The younger girl pouted. “Pooh.”
Once the children were out of earshot, Ash continued with his lecture. “Penny, you don’t have to listen to us. Just look at the papers. They’ve taken to calling him the Duke of Ruin.”
“Not so very long ago, the papers called you the Monster of Mayfair,” she pointed out. “I know better than to heed the scandal sheets.”
“It’s not merely rumor.” Chase pulled up a chair. “The man’s deliberately set about driving well-heeled families to the brink of insolvency.”
“Not just driving them to the brink,” Ash said. “He tips them over the edge. Who’s to say he doesn’t have the same in mind for you?”
“He would find it impossible. My brother Bradford keeps the estate finances on a foundation of bedrock.”
“Even if he can’t touch your family’s money,” Chase said, “you do have a dowry.”
“If you won’t protect yourself,” Ash warned, “we will have to take protective measures on your behalf.”
“What sort of protective measures?”
Nicola rushed into the room. Wisps of ginger hair floated about her head in an unkempt halo. In her hand, she carried a brown-paper packet. “I brought the poisoned biscuits,” she said, breathless. “I’m still perfecting the spring-loaded trap for her door.”
Wonderful. Yet another addition to the “Protect Penny” brigade.
“That’s very kind of you, Nicola.” Penny took the packet of biscuits from her friend, tucked them behind her back, and while completing her circuit of the room, discreetly tossed them into the fire.
“Perhaps the men do have a point,” Alexandra said. “Maybe there is some cause for concern.”
“Alex. Not you, too.”
“I’m sorry, dear. But we all know how tender your heart is. It’s a wonderful quality, and we adore you for it. But you can be too trusting at times.”
“At all times,” Chase added.
Penny couldn’t believe this. “So you not only believe he’ll attempt to seduce me, but that I’ll fall for this supposed ruse.”
“None of us wants to see you hurt,” Nicola said. “That’s all.”
Penny turned and stared out the window. She was beginning to take offense at her friends’ complete lack of faith in her judgment. She was a grown woman, not a child. Any moment now, they’d begin spelling out words in front of her.
She heard yet another knock at the door.
Lord, who else had they recruited to this effort? This time, Penny didn’t bother to turn around and find out.
“Yes,” she said, exasperated. “My new neighbor is Gabriel Duke. Yes, I have heard what he did to Lord Fairdale. Yes, I know the papers are calling him the Duke of Ruin. No, I do not need protection. All he wants is to sell his house. All I want is to remain in mine. We have a mutually beneficial, temporary agreement. He is not attempting to seduce me, and I will absolutely not fall in love with him.”
The ensuing silence spoke volumes. And those volumes were titled Worst Moments of Penny’s Life, vols. I–XIII.
His virile heat filled the room, blanketing her with gooseflesh. She didn’t even need to look to know he was there. She didn’t need to look, perhaps, but eventually, tragically, she would have to face him. It wasn’t as though she could dive behind the draperies and hide until he went away.
Or could she? She gave it more than a moment’s thought before dismissing the idea.
At length, she forced herself to turn around.
There he stood in the morning room entryway, dark and devastating. When he spoke, he announced himself in a low, commanding voice.
“I’m here about the goat.”
No one had the faintest notion how to respond.
“And the steer, and the chickens,” he continued, speaking to Penny. “Your housekeeper told me I’d find you here. I’ve found a