Bound By A Scandalous Secret. Diane GastonЧитать онлайн книгу.
Genna would never let matters go so far, not like her sister Tess who’d wound up married to a man after being caught in a storm. Why not risk a ride with Rossdale?
She widened her smile. ‘How kind of you. A ride would be most appreciated.’
* * *
Ross secured her satchel behind the saddle and mounted Spirit, his favourite gelding, raised from a pony at his father’s breeding stables. He reached down for Miss Summerfield and pulled her up to sit side-saddle in front of him.
She turned and looked him full in the face. ‘Thank you.’
She was lovely enough. Pale, flawless skin, eyes as blue as sea water, full pink lips, a peek of blonde hair from beneath her bonnet. Her only flaw was a nose slightly too large for her face. It made her face more interesting, though, a cut above merely being beautiful. She was not bold; neither was she bashful or flirtatious.
Unafraid described her better.
She spoke without apology about being one of the scandalous Summerfields. And certainly was not contrite about trespassing. He liked that she was comfortable with herself and took him as he was.
Possibly because she did not know who he was. People behaved differently when they knew. How refreshing to meet a young woman who had not memorised Debrett’s.
‘Which way?’ he asked.
She pointed and they started off.
‘How long have you been a guest of Lord Penford?’ she asked.
‘Two days. I’m to stay through Twelfth Night.’ Which did not please his father overmuch.
‘Is Lord Penford having guests for Christmas?’ She sounded disapproving.
He laughed. ‘One guest.’
‘You?’
‘Only me,’ he responded.
She was quiet and still for a long time. ‘How—how do you find the house?’ she finally asked.
He did not know what she meant. ‘It is comfortable,’ he ventured.
She turned to look at him. ‘I mean, has Lord Penford made many changes?’
Ah, it had been her home. She was curious about it, naturally.
‘I cannot say,’ he responded. ‘I do know he plans repairs.’
She turned away again. ‘Goodness knows it needed plenty of repairs.’
‘Have you not seen the house since leaving it?’ he asked.
She glanced back at him and shook her head.
The grey clouds rolled in quickly. He quickened Spirit’s pace. ‘I think it will snow.’
As if his words brought it on, the flakes began to fall, here and there, then faster and thicker until they could not see more than two feet ahead of them.
‘Turn here,’ she said. ‘We can take shelter.’
Through a path overgrown with shrubbery they came to a folly built in the Classical style, though half covered with vines. Its floor was strewn with twigs and leaves.
‘I see Lord Penford did not tend to all of the gardens,’ Miss Summerfield said.
‘Perhaps he did not know it was here.’ Ross dismounted. ‘It is well hidden.’
‘Hidden now,’ she said. ‘It was not always so.’
He helped her down and led Spirit up the stairs into the shelter. There was plenty of room. She sat on a bench at the folly’s centre and wrapped her cloak around her.
He sat next to her. ‘Are you cold?’
Her cheeks were tinged a delightful shade of pink and her lashes glistened from melted snowflakes. ‘Not very.’
He liked that she did not complain. He glanced around. ‘This folly has seen better days?’
She nodded, a nostalgic look on her face. ‘It was once one of our favourite places to play.’
‘You have two sisters. Am I correct?’
She swung her feet below the bench, much like she must have done when a girl. ‘And a half-brother.’ She slid him a glance. ‘My bastard brother, you know.’
Did she enjoy speaking aloud what others preferred to hide?
‘He was raised with you, I think?’ It was said Sir Hollis tried to flaunt his love child in front of his wife.
‘Yes. We all got on famously.’
She seemed to anticipate unspoken questions and answered them defiantly.
‘Where is your brother now?’ he asked.
‘Would you believe he is a sheep farmer in the Lake District?’ she scoffed.
‘Why would I not believe it?’ Almost everyone he knew could be considered a farmer when you got right down to it.
‘Well, if you knew him you’d be shocked that he wound up raising sheep. He was an officer in the Twenty-Eighth Regiment. He was wounded at Waterloo.’ She waved a hand. ‘Oh, I am making him sound too grand. He was a mere lieutenant, but he was wounded.’
‘He must have recovered?’ Or he would not be raising sheep.
‘Oh, yes.’
‘And your other sister?’ He might as well get the whole family story, since she seemed inclined to tell it.
‘Tess?’ She giggled but tried to stop herself.
‘What amuses you?’
‘Tess is married.’ She strained not to laugh. ‘But wait until I tell you how it was she came to be married! She and Marc Glenville were caught together in a storm. A rainstorm. Lord Tinmore forced them to marry.’
How ghastly. Nothing funny about a forced marriage. ‘I am somehow missing the joke.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘We are caught in a storm. You could be trapped into marrying me.’ She wagged a finger at him. ‘So you had better hope we are not discovered.’ Then an idea seemed to dawn on her face. ‘Unless you are already married. In that case, only I suffer the scandal.’ She made it sound as if suffering scandal was part of the joke.
‘I am not married.’
She grinned. ‘We had better hope Lord Tinmore or his minions do not come riding by, then.’
No one would find this place unless they already knew its location, even if they were foolish enough to venture out in a snowstorm. If they did find them, though, Ross had no worries about Lord Tinmore. Tinmore’s power would be a trifle compared to what Ross could bring to bear.
She took a breath and sighed and seemed to have conquered her fit of giggles.
‘I am acquainted with Glenville,’ he remarked. ‘A good man.’
‘Glenville is a good man,’ she agreed.
He could not speak of why he knew Glenville, though.
He’d sailed Glenville across the Channel in the family yacht several times during the war when Glenville pursued clandestine activities for the Crown. Braving the Channel’s waters was about the only danger Ross could allow himself during the war, even if he made himself available to sail whenever needed. This service had been meagre in his eyes, certainly a trifle compared to what his friend Dell had accomplished. And what others had suffered. He’d seen what the war cost some of the soldiers. Limbs. Eyes. Sanity. Why should those worthy men have had to pay the price rather than he?
He forced his mind away from painful thoughts. ‘I had not heard Glenville’s marriage had been forced.’
‘Had you not?’ She glanced at