him to
continue.
“It’s true, and I’ve been told so by more
than just your mother.”
“Have you forgotten that I’ve spent the last
two weeks extolling your sins to your ex-fiancée and half
the ton ?”
He coughed. “Well, obviously I’m not the best
catch for just any girl. But the right girl now...”
“You thought Clarice was the right girl only
a few months ago.”
“And wasn’t it brilliant of me to realize she
wasn’t before the wedding?” He tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “We may want to run up to Gretna Green. I don’t
seem to do well with a lot of time to think.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you said ‘drink’.”
He smiled at her engagingly and she frowned.
“No. Let me put an end to this nonsense now. No. And I’ll be
taking the rest of your drink with me. You have an upsetting
habit of thinking you make sense.”
“See, this is why you would make me an
excellent wife.”
Her eyes flashed for a moment. “But you, sir,
would not make me an excellent husband. Now hand over your
drink.”
“Yes, dear. Will this be a permanent
situation, or will I be allowed the occasional treat?”
He rose, holding the glass out of her reach.
“Jameson.”
“There is one reason I would make you an excellent husband, my dear dragon.”
“I have my own money.”
He took one large step forward, trapping her
against the sofa, and bent to whisper in her ear. “That wasn’t
the reason I was thinking of.” He pressed the glass into her
palm. “Promise me you’ll think of my proposal when you’re not
quite sober.”
A small snort escaped her. “I believe ‘not quite sober’
would be the only way I would ever accept your ridiculous
proposal.”
He smiled and kissed the indentation below
her ear. “Ah.”
The next morning Amelia still refused to
shiver, refused to feel the frisson his kiss had caused.
It was Jameson, first of all. And second of all, it was Jameson .
She might still be unmarried, but it was
impossible to reach six and twenty with her dowry without being
wooed. She knew what he was doing.
Idiot! He’d always come up with the most
dangerous play ideas when they’d been growing up. Dangerous and
exciting. “No, not exciting.”
Her mother looked up from her ladies journal.
“I’m sorry, my dear?”
Amelia shook her head. “Nothing. Just
thinking out loud.”
And he had obviously not been thinking at
all. Where had this come from? One moment they were fine friends
and then he had to ruin it. A woman had to stay on her toes at
all times around him but who could have foreseen this? He’d just
got out of an engagement, the last thing he should be thinking
about was getting into another one.
Amelia threw her needlepoint down with a
sigh. Her mother peeked up again, then set her journal aside.
“Darling, what is the matter? You look quite
ferocious.”
“Mama, did you sometimes want to kill Papa,
or am I merely unlucky in the choice of men surrounding me?”
“Is someone unworthy pursuing you, Amelia? I
know you handle most of these buffoons yourself but you are not
alone. We would gladly help you.”
“I wasn’t talking about those men; I was
referring to Jameson and Robin. Oh, all right—I was talking
about Jameson. He is the most frustrating man, really. And I’m
not even related to him. I’ve simply been stuck with him because
of fate.”
Lady Beckham hid her smile. “You aren’t stuck
with him because of fate. You’re stuck with him because you
trailed him and Robin around incessantly when you were younger.
You adopted him yourself.”
“If I was feeling less generous I would point
out that you should have kept me away from him.”
“Yes, dear. I did try.”
“Well, he was so sad. Nobody else could make
him laugh.”
Amelia remembered those dark days still so
clearly. Her hero, her brother’s wild best friend, wild no
longer. There’d been