your skull feels as if a drum took up residence inside.â
Lily couldnât help but be impressed by his thoughtfulness, yet she was not about to let him know it.
âI imagine you speak from experience?â she said dryly.
âOf course.â
Tendering her a grin of knee-weakening charm, he held up the basket. In order to take it, Lily had to set down her valise, which she did reluctantly.
âYou are too kind,â she said with forced politeness as she accepted his offering. âBoots will no doubt appreciate your generosity. But you should not have come, my lord. And most certainly you should not be bringing me gifts.â
âWhy not, Miss Loring?â
Lily felt exasperation rise inside her. Lord Claybourne was being deliberately obtuse, since she had clearly warned him about Winifredâs matchmaking machinations. âYou know very well why not. Did you not hear a word I said last night?â
âYes, I heard every word.â
When Tessâs gaze shifted between them at the undercurrents of tension vibrating the air, Lily modulated her tone, realizing she would do better to pretend indifference.
âThen you should have heeded my warning,â she said more evenly. âYou cannot bring me gifts without giving rise to speculation. Lady Freemantle will be in raptures.â
âLady Freemantle doesnât concern me.â
âShe will think you are courting me.â
âSo?â
At the casual question, Lily stared at him. âS-soâ¦â She stammered to a halt as she understood his implication, since words failed her. âYou cannot possibly be thinking of courting me.â
âI beg to differ.â
From his mild expression, he didnât appear to be ribbing her, yet he couldnât be serious.
âLord Claybourneâ¦that is absurd. You donât wish to wed me, and I most certainly donât wish to wed you.â
His hazel eyes regarded her steadily. âHow will we know unless we explore the issue? And for that we must have the chance to improve our acquaintance.â
He was making her unsettled now, and extremely vexed. Lily narrowed her gaze on him. âI donât know what sort of game you are playing, my lord, but I do not care for it in the least.â
âIt is no game, angel.â
Lily tightened her jaw. âThe polite response would be to thank you, Lord Claybourne, butââ
âBut you are not the polite kind,â he interrupted, his eyes dancing with provocative humor.
âNo I am not!â
She could see Tessâs brow furrow at her terse reply. Lily had little patience for the social niceties, but she was never overtly
rude.
She wasnât certain how to deal with a seductive nobleman showing her such marked attention, either.
He flashed her a lazy smile. âI am willing to make allowances for your testiness, Miss Loring, since I know the cause.â
You are the cause of my testiness,
Lily thought in frustration.
Not the aftereffects of the champagne.
She wanted to be rid of the provoking marquess. Fortunately she had an ideal excuse. Drawing another calming breath, Lily forced a cool smile. âI would invite you to come in for refreshments, my lord, but I donât have time to entertain you this morning. I need to find my sister Roslyn and make certain she is all right. After the robbery last night, she will likely have little desire for company.â
Lord Claybourne frowned at that. âWhat robbery?â
âOh, hadnât you heard?â Lily felt a bit more confident now that she wasnât quite so much on the defensive. âLast night Roslyn stayed late to direct the servants in setting the Hall to rights after the ball. Afterward, Lady Freemantle was driving her to Miss Blanchardâs house when their coach was held up by a highwayman at gunpoint barely a mile from here.â
His brows snapped together. âWere either of them hurt?â The
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