More Than a Mistress by Ann Lethbridge Page B

remembered not to just in time. ‘Will you join us, too, my dear Mrs Falkner?’
    Caroline looked torn. ‘I really should see Thomas to bed. He likes me to read a story,’ she explained to Lord Tonbridge, ‘before I tuck him in for the night.’
    ‘You are truly a devoted mother,’ Tonbridge said. ‘Don’t worry about us. I will take Miss Draycott up on her offer of conversation in the drawing room.’
    A look of relief crossed Caro’s face. She turned her gaze on Merry, an intent gaze, reminding Merry of her promise. She rose and curtsied. ‘Then I will bid you both goodnight.’
    Tonbridge’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing as she left the room.
    Merry popped to her feet. ‘No time like the present,’ she said, heading for the door.
    She hoped they could have their discussion without the tingle of attraction, the incendiary sparks that filled the air.
    She strode into the drawing room. The tea tray awaited them, just as she’d arranged with Gribble. She had no wish to end up playing billiards again.
    She sat in front of the tray ‘Tea for you, my lord, or will you stick to port?’
    He looked down into his almost-empty glass. ‘A cup of tea will do very well, Merry.’
    He sat on the sofa opposite her. She poured the tea. ‘Milk and sugar?’
    ‘Yes, please,’ he said. He crossed one ankle over the other.
    He looked every inch the dandy tonight. The deep blue coat hugged his form. The high cravat was tied in a complex knot, its creases perfect. How Brian had managed it she didn’t know. And his cream waistcoat embroidered with lily of the valley was a work of art.
    She handed him a cup.
    ‘So, have you thought further about my offer?’ he asked. ‘I feel strongly that the person or persons responsible for this crime should not go unpunished. Who leads these mill owners? I will speak to him.’
    She smiled politely. ‘By gum, I’ve been doing some thinking since last we talked.’
    A frown furrowed his brow. ‘Why do you speak like a common labourer when I try to offer a suggestion?’
    ‘Common is what I am. Listen, Charlie, I’ve been talking things over with Mrs Falkner. We do not need your help.’
    His expression darkened. ‘Now you really surprise me.’
    ‘Full of surprises,’ she said lightly. ‘There is no need for you to speak to anyone. We are giving up on the idea.’
    A hard intent gaze searched her face. She tried to look calm, unaffected. ‘I don’t believe you,’ he said finally. ‘You are not one to give up, Merry.’
    The way he made her name sound like a caress caused her breath to catch in her throat. But worse yet was his correct assessment of her nature. It wasn’t like her to give up. She made a desperate bid to unscramble her thoughts. ‘What I do is nowt of your business, my lord.’
    His lips tightened. ‘Because I won’t engage in trickery.’ He curled his lip. ‘I am shocked, Merry. Draycott’s is known for honest dealing, in word and deed. Would you compromise your good name?’
    His accusation struck her on the raw. She held on to her rising temper, a hot fizz in her chest. ‘It is precisely because I treasure my good name that I am refusing your offer.’
    He blinked. ‘I do not see the connection.’
    ‘I am sure you do not.’ And she wasn’t going to tell him. ‘Let us be quite clear on your position: while the Draycott name may be known for honest dealing, I certainly understand why it is not good enough to be linked with that of Mountford.’
    ‘Blast it, Merry, I didn’t mean that.’
    But he did. She could see it in his eyes. Rich Merry Draycott. Low class and unacceptable, unless someone wanted her money. She folded her hands together in her lap and tried not to show the ache in her heart. ‘You are leaving tomorrow. None of this is your concern.’
    He got up and threw a log on the fire. The scent of burning apple-wood filled the room. ‘So you are refusing my aid?’
    ‘Yes.’ She put up her hand, when he opened his mouth to