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Romance,
Historical,
Jane Austen,
Regency,
London,
Christmas,
seduction,
League,
Rogues,
Rakes,
wicked
his very own…
Why did it make his heart hurt so, knowing it could never be?
Chapter Four
When Lucien came down to breakfast late the next morning, he noticed both Horatia and Charles were missing.
“Where is Charles?” he asked, stopping himself short from asking about Horatia as well.
Cedric glanced up from his plate. “He’s taken Horatia riding in Hyde Park to exercise my Arabians.”
“Oh?” A stab of jealousy lanced through him like a hot poker. The idea of Horatia with someone else—especially Charles—made his vision turn crimson.
Audrey was quieter than usual. Her youthful gaiety, which so often amused him when he was over, seemed to be absent.
Cedric seemed to have noticed it as well. “I say, what’s gotten into you, my dear? First Horatia is in a fit of the blue-devils, and now you are quite Friday-faced.”
It was no secret that Cedric didn’t like to see his sisters unhappy. It was something Lucien understood all too well. He had a sister of his own, and seeing her upset always set his teeth on edge.
“I wished to go shopping today, but Horatia went riding and you’ve business to attend to at Lloyd’s, so I’m stranded here alone.”
Audrey moped the way only a pretty young woman could, with her Cupid’s bow lips plumped into a pout. When this reaction garnered no attention, she added a theatrical sniffle. Her eyes were glistening with diamond bright tears. It was always entertaining to watch Audrey try to work her magic on her elder brother when she wanted something.
Lucien immediately found a solution to dry her eyes. “With your brother’s permission, I’d be happy to escort you. I have a few errands to run myself and would be delighted to have your expertise on the latest fashions.”
All signs of tears vanished as Audrey looked expectantly at her brother. Cedric gave her a nod. “Very well, but take your maid with you.”
Audrey dashed off to her room to retrieve her reticule, bonnet and cloak. When she returned she curled her arms about her brother’s neck and kissed his cheek. Lucien stifled a laugh at the bemused look on Cedric’s face.
“Anything to keep you in good spirits.” He patted Audrey’s back and gently pushed her away. She left the room like a puppy with boundless energy.
Ahh to be that young again , Lucien thought.
Once they were alone again Cedric asked, “You’re sure you don’t mind escorting her?”
Lucien grinned. “Not at all. I do need her advice on a few things. The child does know her fashion.” She was a clever girl, but she filled that brain of hers with far too much fluff on the types of gowns and the styles of bonnets. Then again, he shouldn’t be wishing her intelligence was put to use elsewhere. Lord knows the little chit might end up a brilliant political hostess or married to a member of the House of Lords. He wouldn’t give her credit for anything less and the very idea of her having any influence over a man in politics was terrifying.
“Very well then, I shall see you both later.” Cedric drained his coffee, set the cup down and reached for his cane resting against the table’s edge. Cedric never let the cane out of his sight. A reminder of vigilance, perhaps. He paused at the door’s edge. “Remember to be on your guard, my friend.”
Once Audrey was ready to leave, Lucien ordered one of Cedric’s carriages to take them to Bond Street. With Lucien as an escort, Audrey would be free of the ogling of the charming Bond Street Beaux. They knew better than to stare at any woman in Lucien’s company. He viewed them with no small measure of condescension, like the harmless popinjays they were. The real danger for Audrey was being seen in public with someone like him. Rumors could spread like wildfire, and the press only fanned the flames.
Audrey flitted about on his arm, oohing and ahhing over every colorful window display they passed until she finally chose a fashionable modiste maker. Her lady’s maid, Gillian, a