Page 22 of What A Rogue Wants (Lords Of Deception #1)

Thirteen

The happy smile that lit Madelaine’s face when she embraced her father warmed Grey’s heart and helped him decide what to do.

He couldn’t just walk away. Even if she wanted him to.

He’d soothe her feelings and make things right.

But first—he eyed the chambermaid, Constance.

“You might have guessed…” his words trailed off at a glance at Madelaine.

Her brow was furrowed and her father’s face was set into stern lines.

“Lady Madelaine is the woman you spoke of last night.” Constance finished his forgotten sentence for him.

“The very one.”

“She’s very pretty. But I doubt she’ll be willing to please you the way I offered to last night.”

“I feel certain you’re correct, but she’s intrigued me all the same.

” Constance huffed beside him. “Not to say you’re not intriguing,” he amended.

She was. And not long ago, he would have gladly accepted the offer to share her bed the previous evening, but the time had passed where all he wanted was a good romp.

He wanted more. And he only had eyes for Madelaine.

“You’re sweet the way you try to appease me. A gold coin would go further though. You’re the first man to ever turn down my offer.”

He produced a gold coin and held it out. “If Lady Madelaine should question you…”

“She won’t. She’s a prideful one, she is.”

Grey’s gaze strayed to Madelaine. Why was she shaking her head?

With any luck, it wasn’t in answer to being questioned as to whether she’d met anyone she had a tender for.

He didn’t want to interrupt them, yet he didn’t want Madelaine to get away before he gained her forgiveness, and he wanted to greet her father.

He refocused on Constance. “But if she should…”

“I’ll tell her the truth. You and I spoke for several hours and that was all. When I left, you were all merrily drinking.”

Damnation. The truth wouldn’t do at all.

He didn’t want to lie to Madelaine, but the truth made him look like an ass.

“Perhaps you could leave off the part about how long we spoke, and just say you talked with me for a moment.” He could explain the drinking away by saying they’d been celebrating finishing equerry training. Men would be men, after all.

“Your lady is leaving you,” Constance said.

Blast. She and her father were indeed walking away. “Good day,” he called over his shoulder. By the time he caught up with Madelaine and Lord Stratmore, his head was not only foggy from last night’s drinks, it was pounding. Curse Gravenhurst and Pearson.

“Lady Madelaine.”

She faced him, her gaze frigid as a frozen lake. “Lord Grey. What a pleasant surprise. I’d thought you’d gone along with your friend.”

There was a lot he could say to that, but not in front of her father.

Instead, he smiled, his face tight with the effort.

“As you can see, I haven’t gone anywhere.

” He waited, hoping she would give in and introduce him to her father, but from her mutinous airs, he suspected death would come quicker than Madelaine’s caving in would.

Her father coughed and when that failed to bring her to snuff on proper etiquette, the duke said, “Who might we have here?”

“Oh very well.” Madelaine scowled at Grey. She looked so kissable with her lips pressed together and her eyes sparkling with irritation. “Father, this is Lord Grey, the Duke of Ashdon’s son. And, Lord Grey—” Her eyebrows drew up into a haughty arch. “—this is my father, the Duke of Stratmore.”

“A pleasure to see you again, Duke.”

“Likewise, Lord Grey. I didn’t recognize you. You’ve at least doubled your height since last I met you. And a growth of beard as well.”

“I’m afraid I don’t recall the last meeting.”

“I should think not. It’s been a good fifteen years. Have you and Madelaine become friends at Court?”

“I’d like to think so.” Grey looked to Madelaine for some slight give in her anger. She glared in return.

“We’ve only just recently sp—sp—spo.” She gave her head a little shake. “ Spoken .”

“Madelaine.” Her father narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

Grey wanted to intervene on her behalf, but if Madelaine was anything like he was interference would only make her discomfort worse.

“N—noth—nothing, Father.”

“You’re stuttering, and we both know what that means.”

Grey didn’t know what it meant. He hoped she didn’t stutter when distraught because he’d definitely feel to blame. It was hard to imagine he could feel worse than he already did.

“Please, Father. Not now. It’s—” she audibly swallowed. “It. Is. Nothing.”

Stratmore’s gaze flicked to Grey. “Since my daughter refuses to tell me the truth, maybe you will? What is the meaning of her stuttering lies? What have you done to her?”

Stuttering lies? So Madelaine stuttered when she lied? This was a totally different matter. Grey almost smiled in relief. This could be a true blessing if their courtship proceeded to marriage. “I’m afraid I’ve attempted to begin a courtship of your daughter, but I rather botched it.”

A dark look swept across Stratmore’s face. Grey stiffened. The man thought Grey meant something debauched. “Nothing untoward, sir, I assure you. I was to meet her in my aunt’s apartment last night, with my aunt and sister as chaperone, but I was detained. She’s quite understandably vexed with me.”

Grey was going to take a large chance. He prayed it paid off.

He stared into Madelaine’s eyes. “I beg your forgiveness. It wasn’t as it seemed.

After I passed my training, I was made to join in celebratory drinks that went on for hours.

There was no gentlemanly way to excuse myself without causing offense.

You must believe I would have very much rather been with you than sit and watch Lord Gravenhurst and the chambermaid flirt with each other. ”

She wrinkled her nose. “Lord Gravenhurst likes Constance?”

Finally, a break in her anger. “I’d say he more than likes her. Ask him about last night if you wish to confirm what I’ve said.” Gravenhurst could damn well claim he adored Constance to help soothe Madelaine.

She cleared her throat and smiled. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

“Don’t be. I deserve your wariness.” He’d never been so happy for a woman’s smile than in this moment.

Stratmore slapped Grey on the back. “Her mother always jumped to conclusions as well. Maddie, you should have said something about this earlier. I’m sorry for being cross with you.”

“It’s fine, Father.” It didn’t sound fine. Her voice sounded strained, and she’d shifted away from her father. “I’m pleased you’re happy.”

“Of course I’m happy. Lord Grey is from a fine family. Tell me, Lord Grey, what do you plan to do in the future? Will you take a commission as the youngest son?”

“Nothing as exciting as that, I’m afraid.

” Grey wasn’t sure how to proceed. Did Stratmore already know Grey was now a spy?

Even if he did, Madelaine could never know.

Stratmore seemed happy to hear about the courtship.

With luck the next bit of news would please the man more and not anger him, if he wasn’t already aware of Grey’s status.

“I’ve just finished my equerry training. ”

“Splendid. That’s a fine, noble thing to do.”

“I think so.”

“Who are you serving?”

“Lord Grey is an equerry to your friend Lord Pearson, Father.”

Grey smiled at Madelaine’s proud tone.

“Well,” Stratmore said. “That’s most interesting news.” The duke fumbled with a button on his coat. Stratmore didn’t seem a man to fumble. When he slowly looked up, his blue eyes were intent, and Grey felt a cold draft of displeasure through the layers of his clothes.

He straightened and met the man’s gaze which had turned unnaturally bright.

“I’d love to discuss my duties with you.

” What he really wanted to do was assure Stratmore that he had every intention, if his courtship should come to that, of one day being a good husband to Madelaine.

Just because she couldn’t know he was a spy didn’t mean she would be unhappy.

“Madelaine, is the queen not expecting you?” her father asked.

“She is.” Madelaine bit her lip and glanced uneasily between Grey and her father. “I do have to go. Father, how long will you be staying? We can visit tonight at dinner and tomorrow—”

“I have to leave after I see the king.”

Grey’s heart squeezed for the way Madelaine’s face fell.

“Take heart, my girl. I’ll be back within the month to collect you.”

“Collect me?” She shuffled backward, nearly tripping over Grey’s boot.

He reached out to steady her, though he felt rather unsteady himself.

Her father didn’t seem to welcome the courtship now that he knew Grey was a spy like himself.

His throat tightened with the need to argue his case, but he held his words.

No sense trying to convince the duke with Madelaine standing here.

“But, Father—”

Stratmore turned away with a gesture of frustration. “Don’t question me. We’ll discuss the matter on my return.”

Madelaine’s gaze met Grey’s. Her face had gone pale, but she nodded.

Grey wanted to assure her everything would sort out. He stood still, the blood pounding thickly in his ears.

“Until next month then,” she finally said to her father. Her pulse thumped wildly in the open throat of her dress. “Lord Grey.”

“Lady Madelaine.” His words came out thick with emotion, but she passed by him without another word.

The moment she was out of sight, he addressed Stratmore. “I believe I understand your concerns.”

“You don’t.”

Grey felt certain he did. “Sir, you were married.”

“Which is precisely why I know how difficult the lying is. We’ll talk no more of it. My decision is made, and the king is expecting me.”

“The king expects me too. Madelaine likes me.”

Stratmore squinted at Grey. “She likes shooting arrows too. But I ended that folly.”

“Sir.”

Stratmore jerked his head. “You’ve been an equerry how long?”

“One day.”