Lizzie Tempest Ruins A Viscount (Felmont Brides Series Book 1)
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Rax hovered at the edge of the lawn with one foot on the clapper bridge barring the way. Dace listened to him with amusement. His lovely Lizzie waited, asleep, in her berline for him to join her.
“It’s all very well you rushing away because Angel Anston is on his way, I understand perfectly,” Rax said in a furious undertone. “If he finds out you had Lady Felmont in the lake in the middle of the night, he’d skewer you, and then, no doubt, you’d want me to plan your funeral, if he hasn’t killed me first when he sees all this. It’s supposed to be in ruins. Desolation! What am I going to do?”
“Rax, never fear. It’s very simple. You tell your sisters to prepare his house. Tell ’em I told you Angel adores bright colors. By the time they’ve finished, poor Angel won’t know what you did and what they did. He can’t say or do anything to them because he has taken a vow to protect all females. Even the ones who frighten him.”
Rax stepped aside to let him go. “Brilliant, Dace! Truly brilliant! They think he is so romantic. I’ll just drop a hint, say I’m thinking of having the chimney’s swept and do they think it will be enough. Mention colors as an aside. I’ll say you told me. That way if he finds out, he won’t come after me.”
“I’ve got to get back. God knows what Con is up to. Jim thinks he is parading around pretending to be me while he plays highwayman. Don’t worry, Rax, I don’t think Angel is coming here. I I am not mistaken, he’ll try to kill Con, if I don’t do it first. Best to leave him alone if he does venture down from London. And don’t let your sisters bully him.”
“He won’t want to marry one ’em, will he?” Rax grimaced at the thought.
Dace walked towards the berline. “Encourage them to chase Sirrie, instead.”
Rax followed him. “You think they don’t? It’s all your fault. They think the nose is handsome. That is what comes of introducing them to it too early. Being a duke helps him, I suppose. Can you imagine hearing him every day at the breakfast table?” Rax lifted an eyebrow and tried to droop one eyelid. “Good morning, I trust you slept well?” he purred, with such a likeness to Saint Sirin that Dace laughed.
“He is the best of men.”
“He likes you.” Rax added with a mournful sigh, “Heaven only knows why.” He opened the carriage door. “Go home. Live happily ever after. If anything dire happens to you, I intend to comfort Lady Felmont. Consider yourself warned.” Rax kissed Lizzie’s hand, half waking her from her nap. “Goodbye, Lady Felmont.”
Dace spoke low, “Kill Consideration Felmont if he tries to comfort my widow against her will.”
Rax waved them away. “My pleasure,” he called.