A Proper Companion
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Robert, the Earl of Bradleigh, is engaged to an unlikable woman when his grandmother decides he should find a husband for Emily, her paid companion--but the more Robert learns about Emily, the more he wants her himself.
realized, was completely lost in the crowd. He sighed and looked back at his friend. "I haven't seen you since the great announcement appeared in the Gazette, old man," Lord Sedgewick said, grinning broadly. Robert had often thought that Sedge had the most infectious grin he had ever seen. His eyes crinkled up into tiny slits, and he looked positively impish. It was nearly impossible not to grin in return. "I almost choked on my morning coffee when I read it," Lord Sedgewick continued. "Put me
"Until tomorrow, then," he said as he took his leave. Oh, my, thought Emily, biting back a smile. She opened the fan at her wrist and tried to cool herself, as the last country dance had been rather energetic. She reached for her dance card and was relieved to see that she had not promised the next set, as she preferred to sit and catch her breath. "Well, well, well." Emily looked up to see an older somewhat dissipated-looking gentleman glaring down at her with steely gray eyes. He was
slight catch in her voice. "I know." "I suppose I really shouldn't be so shocked," she continued quietly. "Your sister had warned me that he and my cousin were in Town for the Season. But I assumed that if our paths accidentally crossed, he would simply ignore me. I never dreamed that he would deliberately seek me out and ... and ..." She bit down on her lip and turned to face the gardens again. She was blinking furiously. She was trying so hard to be strong, thought Robert with some
be careful." "Of course," said Robert as he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. "And give my regards to Hamilton." Emily smiled at him over her shoulder as she left the room. * * * Robert stood staring at the empty doorway for a few moments before closing the door and walking back into the library. The faint scent of lavender still clung to the air. He stopped before the chair recently occupied by Emily, closed his eyes, and savored the sweet fragrance. "Hamilton!" he muttered,
or governess and had served her well for years. Even if all the world were to see her, she would suffer no more than a moment of embarrassment. She hurried down the stairs. She opened the library door and entered the dark, shadowed room. There was a small blaze in the fireplace, no doubt built by Claypool in anticipation of Lord Bradleigh's late arrival. Emily stood in the middle of the room for a moment and considered that she had no idea where the dowager would have left the book. She walked