Judging by her body’s response, his blatant perusal might as well have been accompanied by the touch of his hands. The warmth of her reaction seemed to draw all the blood from her brain, and his use of the unfamiliar title flustered her until she remembered she was supposed to be Cousin Ellen, a widow. Although she was sure her cheeks were flaming, she returned his bold stare. “The year of my birth would indeed surprise you, but it shall remain a well-kept secret.”
Shermont bowed. “As it should be with all ladies.”
Teddy held out his arm to Eleanor. “I’m so pleased we have some time together. I want to hear all about your life in America. I’ve read of wild Indians, ferocious bears, fierce feral pigs, and other dangerous animals. How do you cope?”
Eleanor remained where she stood. “Actually, there’s not—”
Tuttle, the butler, entered with a wax-sealed message on a tray. Teddy excused himself and stepped away. After a muttered conversation, of which Eleanor heard only “office” and “urgent,” he instructed the servant to fetch a maid to act as Eleanor’s chaperone. Shermont raised an eyebrow.
Eleanor interpreted the gesture as either an unspoken comment on the fact that Shermont had interrupted Teddy and Eleanor alone together or an acknowledgement that Teddy didn’t trust him.
To cut the tension, Eleanor said, “A chaperone is hardly necessary. After all, if I can fend off wild Indians and ferocious bears, I should be able to handle Lord Shermont.” It was a lie, of course, but she was beginning to do that quite easily.
Teddy bristled at her refusal of his suggestion, and Shermont hid his surprise with a nod of appreciation for her riposte.
“As a widow you are exempt from certain strict observances,” Teddy said with a sniff. “However, a reputation is rather fragile and should never be put at risk.”
The butler returned with a timid maid in tow, and Teddy reluctantly left to see to his business.
“You’re not like other females,” Shermont said.
“But I am. One head, two arms, two feet. Quite the same. Quite ordinary.”
He shook his head. “There is a subtle difference I can’t quite put my finger on.” He rubbed the scar on his forehead.
“Perhaps because I am an American?”
“I don’t think so.” He stepped closer and picked up her hand that still rested on the newel post.
Again, his touch sent a tingling feeling straight to her core.
Ignoring the presence of the maid, he drew Eleanor toward him and leaned forward. “If this were any other hand, I would not desire to do this.” He placed his warm lips on the back of her hand and then turned it over to kiss the palm.
Her breath caught in her throat. Such a simple action, not one she’d ever thought of as erotic, caused her knees to weaken and her toes to curl.
He looked up at her face from under his long eyelashes. His eyes deepened to dark gray, telling her he felt the same electric current.
“And that makes you different,” he said, his voice husky.
Before she could form a response, the bickering of Mina and Deirdre announced their imminent arrival. Shermont quickly pulled away. After hesitating for a heartbeat, he mumbled an excuse, bowed, and disappeared into the library.
Of the same mind to avoid the sisters, Eleanor took advantage of the maid’s open-mouthed attention on Shermont to duck through another doorway. Although safe from the girls for the moment, she was soon hopelessly lost in the maze of parlors and sitting rooms. She wandered from room to room until she found an exit. The French doors led to a flagstone patio that had several paths leading past walls of greenery. Assuming she would eventually run into the south lawn and the others, she headed to her right to walk around the house.
A decision she soon regretted. The paths were designed for people to stroll leisurely through the gardens. There were alcoves with Greek statues, nooks with stone and iron benches, and stunning, colorful displays of myriad flowers she couldn’t name. Not a straight get-from-here-to-there stretch among them. An army of gardeners must be needed to keep everything in such pristine order, but she didn’t encounter a single servant she could ask for directions.
She’d read somewhere if you were lost, you should sit and wait for someone to find you. If you kept moving you might wander into areas already searched and not to be revisited. She was ready to sit on one of the benches when the path widened onto another flagstone patio. Shermont sat in a cast-iron chair. A book lay open on his knee and he appeared to be concentrating intently. He didn’t look up until she was quite near. Upon seeing her, he jumped up and greeted her.
“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, even though it was a lie. He was just the person she wanted to see. Although she knew which topic she wanted to discuss, she decided it would be better to open the conversation on a general note. “What are you reading?”
“Oh.” He bent over to retrieve the slim volume that had fallen to the ground and looked at it as if it had suddenly appeared in his hands. “I … ah … just picked up this copy of Sheridan’s School For Scandal to pass the time.”
Fortunately, her high school drama class had staged the classic play, so she was familiar with it. “Although the play lacks the cohesion of his earlier work The Rivals, I thought the auction scene quite clever.”
He appeared taken aback for a moment. “Ah yes, as an American you would be familiar with Sheridan, since he sided with the Colonials in Parliament. Quite surprisingly, he was never challenged to a duel, despite using his wit in defense of such controversial topics.”
She hadn’t known that about the playwright, but it gave her a perfect opening. “Speaking of duels …” Over his shoulder she noticed Teddy exiting the house with a man in working clothes. As the other man left, Teddy turned and obviously spied them. From the glower on his face, she wouldn’t have another chance to speak to Shermont alone.
She rushed to say her piece, while trying to ignore Teddy stomping in their direction.
“Lord Shermont, if your intentions toward Mina or Deirdre are anything less than honorable, I beg you to stay away and not lead either impressionable young girl astray.”
He reared back in what appeared to be genuine shock. “I have no interest in either girl, honorable or otherwise. Good heavens, madam, they’re mere children, barely out of the schoolroom. I am insulted.”
“But your reputation—”
“Despite what some may say, I assure you I am not in the habit of seducing virgins.”
“Surely you’re aware of their interest in you?”
He dismissed any anxiety with a casual flick of his hand. “A schoolgirl crush. They will recover soon enough without encouragement. I’m more concerned with what interests you. Lord Digby seems to have laid claim to you.”
“I’m not a piece of property. I’m a person,” she said. Knowing Teddy was within earshot, she continued, “I have no intention of anyone claiming me.”
“It appears I have arrived just in time to forestall an argument,” Teddy said with a pleased smile as he offered his arm to her. “Come, my dear cousin. My sisters await us.”
He obviously hadn’t realized her words were for his edification, too.
She laid her hand on his forearm. “No argument,” she said in a pleasant voice, “just stating a fact.”
“Please don’t tell me you have become one of those dreadful bluestockings?” Teddy asked as they strolled out of the garden and along a terrace. He gave a slight shudder.
“I’m rather in favor of the bluestockings,” Shermont said as he followed several paces behind. “An educated, literate female is a more interesting … companion.”
Somehow she knew he’d almost said lover. Eleanor peeked over her shoulder at him. He grinned in response.
“A lady who verbalizes her desires is more likely to get exactly what she wants,” Shermont said. His statement had the ring of a promise in disguise.