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Lord knew what kind of man she imagined him to be. All he knew was that he wasn’t that man, could never be that man.

Oh, he presented well enough from the outside, and he had a name and position and wealth enough to keep a wife in comfort and style. But inside... inside he was a husk of a man, unfit to marry any sweet and dreamy young woman.

But they were trapped in a scandal not of their own making, and Ned had been born and raised a gentleman; he had no option but to offer marriage.

He left Jackson’s and returned to his lodgings, where he bathed, shaved and changed his clothes. Time to call on Cal Rutherford.

Chapter Eleven

Oh, Lizzy! do anything rather than marry without affection.

—JANE AUSTEN,PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

Ned reached Ashendon House, adjusted his neckcloth, which had become unaccountably tight, took a deep breath and rang the front doorbell.

The butler informed him Lord Ashendon was at home, and ushered Ned into the front sitting room where Cal was reading theMorning Post. Ned didn’t waste time in social chitchat. The moment the door closed behind the butler, he said, “Rumors are rife about your sister and me.”

“I know. Drink?” Cal folded the paper and set it aside.

“No, thank you. She’s on the verge of social ruin.”

“So my aunt, Lady Salter, tells us.”

“Then you know why I’ve come.”

Cal waved him to a seat. “Suppose you tell me.”

Wasn’t it obvious? “To make an offer for your sister, of course.” Ned made no attempt to sit. He was too wound up. He took a position in front of the fireplace.

Cal steepled his fingers together and regarded Ned thoughtfully. “It’s very decent of you, of course, but I’m not convinced marriage to you is the answer.”

Ned stiffened. Having nerved himself to bite the bullet, to do the honorable thing despite all his doubts and misgivings, it was a shock to hear his offer treated so casually. It was one thing for him to worry that he wasn’t the man for Lily; it was quite another for her brother to imply the same.“Why not? In some circles I’m held to be quite a good match.”

“In some circles, yes. In others you’re regarded as a rake and something of a cold fish.”

A reputation he’d deliberately cultivated, which had now come back to bite him. “And which is your view?”

Cal shrugged “It’s not about me. As far as I’m concerned you’re a good friend and were a fine soldier. But my little sister is something else. She’s... special.”

Did Cal think he didn’t know that? “Do you doubt I’d take care of her?”

“Materially, physically, I’m sure you will. But Lily has a tender heart. Even apart from your rakish tendencies, it wasn’t so long ago you were preparing to marry a woman you barely even liked.”

“That was different.”

“Was it? Then it was your grandfather forcing your hand. Now it’s society. Not much different from where I’m sitting.”

“Dammit, Cal, Lady Lily is nothing like—like that other girl.”

“Forgotten her name already, have you?” Cal was too damn acute. “And what was it you said to me back then? ‘All cats are gray in the dark’?”

It had been a stupid thing to say back then, a bit of bravado from an unwilling bridegroom, but Ned wouldn’t admit it. He shrugged. “Yes, but you don’t like cats. I do.” Another stupid thing to say, and he could see Cal was getting annoyed. So was he.

“Lily is different. She’s soft, and vulnerable. Dreamy. I don’t want her hurt.”

“And you think I’d hurt her?”

Cal met his gaze coolly. “Not deliberately.”