At least Venerton had bothered to come out at all. Lord Doursby had groused about the chill and kept inside.
“Hesterton?” William called out.
The marquis purposefully shifted his braced leg in answer to why he wasn’t boxing. “If you wanted me to be truly miserable, you could make Lady Jane aware of my presence out here rather than force me to box.” Hesterton gave an unamused smirk.
William lifted his brows to Bursbury, who answered with one of his wide grins. “Nancy’s at it again with her matchmaking. Poor Hesterton has been hounded by the little debutante for the last three days.” He lowered his voice. “It’s really quite comical.”
“I heard that,” Hesterton said dryly.
“What about you, Mortry?” Bursbury regarded his sullen neighbor.
The man did not even bother to lift his dark head. “I’m already on the losing side of wrestling with my own thoughts. I don’t quite think I can take on boxing.” His dull gaze continued to stare off in the distance.
How very…odd. William cast a quizzical glance to Bursbury.
“Just you wait,” Bursbury said quietly. “The women love him.”
The French doors to the veranda opened and out poured a stream of women, resplendent in their long-sleeved outdoor attire.
“Are you boxing again?” Lady Bursbury put her hands to her hips and gave her husband a chastising look.
“It was Stedton’s idea.” Bursbury ran up the short flight of steps and pressed a kiss to his wife’s cheek. Immediately, her stern expression melted.
“Then I hope you won.” Lady Bursbury might have said something else, but Julia strode from the house at that exact moment and William’s attention went immediately to his lovely new bride.
She made her way down the stairs, as he rushed toward her to keep her from having to walk on the snow in her satin slippers.
“It’s freezing out here.” Her breath came out in a little puff of fogged air. “I saw you boxing.” She gazed up at him with wide blue eyes. “It appeared you won twice.”
He cocked his head to the side in an indication it didn’t matter. Truly it didn’t. His accomplishments never garnered attention among the families who had fostered him.
“Impressive.” Her expression turned coy. “Cards or charades?”
“Cards.” He offered his hand to her to lead her back into the house. “Is it time to dress for dinner? Already?”
She accepted. “It is.”
Lady Venerton swept past them, purposefully going on William’s side and brushing against his person. She lingered when her breasts grazed his arm and her cheeks went pink. “Goodness, do forgive me.” She blinked up at him innocently. “I was simply going to wake my husband.”
William resisted the urge to wriggle his shoulder to rid it of the sensation of her touch. He said nothing and led Julia into the house.
“I told you it was a mistake to let her see you partially undressed.” Julia slid him a side glance.
She was right, of course. But Lady Venerton calling her by her Christian name had raked him the wrong way. It had been a blatant insult and he would not stand for it. He only hoped Venerton would keep his wife at his side, and away from William, for the duration of the house party.
They entered the house and made their way up the stairs. A pretty young woman with light brown hair came down as he and Julia went up.
“Have you seen Lord Hesterton?” she asked.
“I believe I saw him outside a moment ago,” Julia replied.
“Thank you.” The woman squared her shoulders with a look of determination and practically floated down the rest of the risers.
“Lady Jane, I presume?” William queried as he led her down the hall to their shared room.
“How did you know?” Julia stopped in front of their chamber.
“I’ve heard there’s a bit of a matchmaking going on.” He opened the door and allowed Julia to enter first.
“It’s Nancy. There’s always a bit of matchmaking going on.”
“Poor Hesterton.” William shook his head, though he himself had benefited from Lady Bursbury’s matchmaking with his own beautiful wife.
“Lady Jane is lovely.” Julia unbuttoned her coat.
William helped her out of it and handed the heavy thing to Hodges. “It isn’t that, but Hesterton has no interest in marriage.”
Julia tilted her head thoughtfully. “I understand.” With that, she was whisked away behind a screen by her maid.
Pity. William would have rather enjoyed watching her be disrobed in front of him, her gown peeling downward to reveal the intimate white of her chemise. Indeed, the very idea lodged in his head and his sense of hearing became intensely acute, tuned in to every whisper of fabric as it folded against itself and eventually pooled on the floor.
He settled back in his chair while Hodges lathered his face with shaving soap. It had taken a good bit of time and a considerable amount of patience on the valet’s part to perfect the shave to William’s preference. The process was lengthy, but the result was flawless.
“Conversation or flirting?” Julia asked from the other side of the screen.
Come out from behind that screen, dismiss the servants, and I’ll show you flirting.
Hodges lifted the straight razor to allow William to reply. “A fine combination of both is enjoyable, as one without the other can be overwhelming.”
A glossy swish entered the symphony of clothing being removed behind that maddening screen. He could picture it perfectly, the smooth fabric gliding over smoother skin. Hodges scraped over William’s jaw, and the terrible rasp of shorn bristled hair overwhelmed the more delicate sounds.
“Blondes or brunettes?” Julia emerged from behind the screen wearing a delectable red gown.
“Brunettes.” He’d have said more were it not for the razor gliding over his neck.
After a good bit of time of hair being styled, clothes being adjusted this way and that, and spritzes of expensive cologne, they were finally ready for dinner. Though he hadn’t a moment to tell her how lovely she looked, not when Hesterton entered the hall a moment after them.
He glanced about furtively. “If you see—”
“Oh, Lord Hesterton, there you are!” Lady Jane was upon them in a second, her curls bobbing about her comely, glowing face.
Before the poor marquis could protest, her arm was tucked in his, and he was forced to walk her down to the drawing room. Downstairs, they discovered they were all nearly late. All, except for Lady Venerton who strode in minutes after them in an exceedingly low-cut gown, offering excuses for Lord Venerton’s absence as he was apparently unwell.
That might have been well and good if it were not for the sultry gaze she leveled in William’s direction, and the unfortunate fact that she was seated on his other side for the duration of a dinner that promised to be interminable.
CHAPTER 3
IT WAS impossible for Julia not to notice Lady Venerton, and the way she fawned over William at dinner. Through five courses, the woman had chattered on with batted eyes and insipid giggles. At times, she even settled her dainty fingertips on William’s forearm as she spoke. Her behavior was shameful.
Shameful and infuriating.
Though William had been coolly polite in his interaction with Lady Venerton, Julia could not quell the knot of unease tightening in her stomach. A hard ball of stubborn dread she couldn’t dislodge.
The only thing which had brought her joy was the white puff of a dog beneath the table that readily lapped up scraps of food Julia smuggled down to it. William had tried to dissuade her against it, warning her the little beast would forever follow her around, but she hadn’t bothered to listen.