When he noticed her staring his way, she blushed and glanced at Lady Julia in an attempt to distract herself. No luck. Her gaze drew back to him of its own accord.
“I thought we might ride along the west side to the south end of the property,” Hunter said. “Then across to the eastside clearing. We can stop by the pond on our way back to the stables.”
Merciful heavens. His voice sent a delicious shiver through Rose. She gathered her reins tighter and nudged the horse forward with her booted heels. Surely, it must be shameful to lust after a man in such a way. She had lain awake for hours last night, lost in dreams she knew could never come to fruition. Now her mouth veritably watered over the dashing lord.
Worst of all, she had already given a piece of her heart to him. One more act of kindness would put her in real danger of falling for him. It pained her to admit it, but one more kiss might as well do the trick.
“You will love the south end of the property. It is very peaceful, almost magical.” Lady Julia turned her attention ahead. “As youngsters, my brother and I spent as much time as we could back there.”
“It sounds splendid.” Rose reached out, running her leather-gloved hand across the beast’s neck. “I have always been fond of nature.”
“In that case you will most certainly enjoy this venture.”
Rose glanced ahead at Hunter. He rode several yards in front of Lady Julia and herself. She nudged her mount into a canter. Lady Julia did the same, and before long all three of them were galloping across the land. For a moment, Rose forgot her troubles as she relished the sense of freedom she found when riding without restraint.
A short distance later, Lady Julia pulled her mount to a stop.
Rose halted her horse as Hunter turned his mount and rode toward them. “Why have we stopped?” He raised a brow at his sister as he came up beside her.
Lady Julia lifted one hand to rest it on her forehead. “I fear I will not be able to continue. My head is throbbing.”
Disappointment tugged at Rose. “You need to rest. Let us return to the stables. Perhaps we may try for another day?”
“Indeed.” Hunter gathered his reins.
Lady Julia dropped her hand back to her lap. “Do not fret over me. I am perfectly capable of returning on my own.” She gave her brother a nod. “I wish for the two of you to continue on.”
For the faintest moment, Rose could have sworn she saw annoyance flicker in his blue eyes.
“It would not be proper.” Hunter tugged at his reins, his mount dancing beneath him.
“Honestly, Hunter, you worry far too much. Who is going to see you out here? And what is wrong with you showing a guest around the estate, at any rate?” She pulled her reins turning the horse turned toward the stables.
“Truly, I do not mind returning as well.” Rose fiddled with the ribbon holding her bonnet in place.
Lady Julia shook her head. “I would feel terrible for ruining your morning ride if you did.” Urging her mount into a walk, she looked over her shoulder at Hunter. “I will send a chaperone out to meet you.”
Before Hunter could raise another objection, Lady Julia took off at a canter. Rose patted the back of her curls where they cascaded from beneath her bonnet. “I do hope she recovers soon.”
“You can count on it.” He smirked. “Shall we continue?”
What had he meant by that? She nibbled her lip; she would not worry over it. Though she had no siblings, she did understand they had their own ways of interacting. She nodded and gave her mount a gentle kick.
As they rode, she glanced around at the landscape, admiring the sturdy old trees, statues, and abundant wildlife. She would try anything to keep her mind off the lord at her side. It seemed he was determined not to speak to her. A few times, he glanced her way, but he never so much as smiled.
They approached what she surmised must be the back of the property and entered a copse of trees. Perhaps now would be a good time to ask about the evidence they found. If she could just get him talking. Rose drew in a deep breath and gave him a sidelong glance.
“Would you be so kind as to tell me what the progress is in regards to Mr. Wolfe?”
He rode next to her, one hand resting on his muscular thigh while the other held his reins. “Sinclair took the note we found to the Bow Street Runners. I have hired them to look into and the matter. We will see what else they might turn up.”
“Do you think it will be enough to send him to Newgate?”
A roguish grin lit his face. “Bloodthirsty, are we?”
Her cheeks heated as she averted her gaze to a nearby stream. “You jest when I am worrying over my life?”
“My apologies, Rose. I fear I could not help myself, but trust that I do take the situation seriously.”
Despite her vexation, her heart soared at the familiar use of her name. She turned her attention back to him. “Forgiveness granted. Now do answer my inquiry.”
“The note alone is not enough. However, when one combines it with the death of the man who penned it, it presents a rather compelling case.”
“Death.” She barely whispered the word, as the blood drained from her face.
“The man was found shot and floating near the bank of the Thames.”
Her stomach clenched. She knew Wolfe was capable of most anything, but murder? “Are you certain?”
“One can never be positive, but the evidence is compelling. Whatever the case, I will find a way to stop his pursuit of you.”
“I believe you will.” She met his gaze. “Let us speak of something more pleasant.”
“Do you see that opening ahead between the oaks?”
She looked in the direction he indicated, nodding when she spied a space where the grove seemed to part.
“The pond is just past the trees. As a lad, it was my favorite place on the estate.” He nudged the stallion into a trot. “We used it for everything, from a fort to a swimming hole.”
When Rose followed him between the trees, a large circular opening presented itself with a pond in the center. The sun’s rays danced on the water, sparkling like a thousand crystals. A bench sat on the far side of the pond under a floral covered arbor.
She tilted her head toward him. “Might we walk around the pond? I love riding, but would appreciate a closer look.”
“I could stand to stretch my legs as well. There are posts over there by the water’s edge.” He pointed off to his left.
She followed his lead as they rode toward the posts.
Once he secured his stallion, he moved to her side. “Allow me to help you down.”
She dropped her reins and slid out of the sidesaddle. He grabbed her waist, her gaze locked on his as he lowered her to the ground. Desire darkened his eyes an instant before he stepped back. Her skin tingled where his hands had been. She reached down, smoothing the skirts of the riding habit Lady Julia had loaned her.
“This is where Father taught me to fish. He had the posts installed--and the bench too, because of how much time Mother, Julia, and I spent here.”
Rose glanced up into his eyes. “It sounds like your father cared a great deal about his family.”
“He was a wonderful man.” Hunter held his arm out for her.
She rested her fingers on his shirtsleeve. Familiar butterflies took flight in her stomach at his touch, and she repositioned her hand to hold on a little tighter. “My Papa was a great man, too.”
Hunter arched a dark brow.
“Papa always did his best to care for me and Mama. If he were alive to see what became of Mr. Wolfe, he would put an end to the betrothal business himself.”
“How could he not?” Hunter patted her hand.
Her heart did a little flip. Dare she believe he had developed a tender spot for her?
“My Father was killed in a hunting accident. Mother died of a broken heart within a fortnight.”
Her heart ached for him. “I am sorry they are gone. I would have liked to have met them.” She glanced up at him t
hrough her lashes. “Mine were both killed in a carriage accident. I found some comfort knowing they were together in the end.”
A pair of ducks skidded across the pond, splashing water in their wake. She smiled at their antics. “Would you mind if we sit and watch for a bit before we return?”
“Not if it will please you to do so.” He guided her over to the bench and waited for her to sit before claiming the spot beside her.
It would be foolish to believe his words were sincere, but somehow she could not help herself.
He brushed the back of one hand over her cheek, leaving a warm trail.
She leaned in, her lips parted in anticipation.
“Ahem.”
Hunter pulled back, putting a little room between them on the bench.
Embarrassed, Rose looked at the ground and kicked at a pebble. How bird-witted could she be? She was caught offering herself up shamelessly, and in the broad light of day, no less. As if she were no better than some…some doxy.
“All is well,” Hunter whispered.
Rose swallowed and forced her gaze to meet his, though she knew all could never be right in her world again.
ENCHANTED BY THE EARL
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sinclair stood a few feet away, an amused smirk twisting his lips. How long had his friend been watching? Long enough to see him nearly compromise Rose, of that he was certain. Hunter had been so lost in the moment that he failed to hear the approaching horse. Good thing Sinclair made his presence known before Hunter had a chance to kiss her. A knot formed in his throat.
He stood, glancing back at Rose. She still sat upon the bench, her hands clasped on her lap, cheeks stained a dark shade of pink. Blast him for disturbing them and causing her embarrassment. His chest tightened, the urge to protect her coiling his muscles.
“I thought I might find you back here. Though I must admit, seeing Miss Woodcourt here is a pleasant surprise.” Sinclair’s eyes sparkled as he lifted his hat, offering a nod to Rose from atop his mount.
Her riding habit swooshed as she stood before dropping into a curtsy. “My lord.”
“You cut a stunning image in that frock, though I did like you in breeches as well.” Sinclair teased.
Her jaw slackened and the color in her cheeks deepened to a crimson blaze.
Hunter moved in front of her to shield her from Sinclair’s scrutinizing gaze. “To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Might we talk in private?” Sinclair pulled his reins when his horse took a step. “I have some information.”
Hunter nodded. “Let us take Miss Woodcourt back to the house first.” He turned and offered his arm to her.
Rose glanced at her mount. “I can see myself back.”
He wanted to forbid it, but the look of her—one hand on her hip and the tight line of her lips—told him to give her space. He knew there was only one thing to do when a woman presented herself in such a way. “Very well.”
She strolled toward their mounts. Hunter followed, determined to assist her into her saddle. “Wait here.” He tossed the words over his shoulder to Sinclair.
Once he joined her at their horses, he reached for her elbow. She turned and their eyes met. He would have given anything to hold and reassure her. “He will not say anything. There was nothing to see, at any rate. You have no cause for embarrassment.”
“I am not…oh, never mind.” She turned back to the horse.
What had he seen in her gaze? Anger? No, regret. She had wanted the kiss as badly as he had. “Allow me to assist you.” He reached for her and, this time, she did not resist. With her properly seated, he pointed back at the trees, the way they had come. “Once you get past the opening, ride to the left. The stables will be straight ahead.”
She offered a curt nod before setting the horse into motion.
He stared after her. The frock and bonnet complimented her beauty, draping her form in elegance. Once again, his sister had chosen well. His insides dipped at the sight of her fading into the distance. He longed to get on his stallion, chase after her, and claim the kiss she so willingly offered.
“Aubry.”
He rubbed a hand across his jaw turning to Sinclair.
“If you can manage to focus, I have some information from the runners.” He guided his horse to the posts before securing his reins.
Hunter arched a brow. “Have they found enough to bring charges against Wolfe?”
“No, but they have made some discoveries. As it turns out, this Wolfe fellow is rather wealthy, and, at least among the lower classes, he is feared.”
“What has any of that got to do with Ro…Miss Woodcourt?” He turned toward the pond, staring hard at the pair of ducks floating on its surface. Bloody hell.
“You are on a first name basis now, are you?” Sinclair chuckled as he cuffed Hunter on the shoulder.
“I am certain it is none of your concern.” He peered at Sinclair. “Tell me something useful.”
“The short of it is, there is nothing useful. They will continue to look, but Wolfe covers his tracks well. Either that, or your Miss Woodcourt is being dishonest.”
He fisted his hands at his sides. “I will warn you but once not to speak of her in such a way.” No doubt remained in his mind. Wolfe was dangerous. He had seen the man’s actions with his own eyes.
“Settle down, Aubry.” Sinclair snickered. “The chit has clearly gotten to you. Why not marry her yourself and be done with it? After all, is that not what this is all about?”
Hunter unclenched his hands, releasing a breath. Sinclair baited him intentionally and once again, Hunter had walked directly into the trap.
“If you were to marry the chit, she would be spoiled. Wolfe would likely give up his pursuit.”
“I cannot wed her and you perfectly well know it.”
“I know nothing of the sort. Sure it would be unconventional, but we both know it has been done.”
Sinclair’s words had merit. No one knew better than Hunter that marriages between the classes did on occasion take place. His sister married below her status. But she did not carry the same burdens he did.
“Jewels had vastly different circumstances. She wed a wealthy man with a good name despite his lack of title. Not to mention, she had no title of her own. Even her nuptials caused a scandal for the family.”
“One your family recovered from, and judging by Lady Julia’s happiness, the scandal was well worth it.”
He leveled a look at Sinclair. “I am a bloody earl. I have a responsibility to the title.”
Sinclair strolled to his horse and mounted. “Very well. Perhaps I will wed her myself.”
“The hell you will.” Hunter threw himself into his own saddle. “You will stay away from her.”
Sinclair’s boisterous laughter filled the air.
Hunter could kick himself for taking the bait yet again.
Sinclair looked at him. “In all honesty, if there were no potential for scandal, would you offer for the chit?”
“Yes.” The reply left Hunter’s mouth before he had a chance to consider the question.
“Why?” Sinclair nudged his mount into a trot.
Hunter followed. “Because I care for her and wish to secure her safety.”
“Because you love her.”
Hunter swallowed hard. Did he? He certainly desired her, and he did enjoy her company. She was a compelling, beautiful woman. But love? “No.”
“I beg to differ. And you, my friend, are a bloody fool for denying your own happiness.”
Sinclair pushed his mount into a full gallop before Hunter had a chance to defend himself. Instead, he raced to catch up, his friend’s words heavy on his mind.
What of his family’s happiness? Would a scandal make them happy? Not bloody likely. And what of Rose? He had no reason to believe she harbored love for him. If she did, would it make a difference?
His head throbbed as he drew nearer to the stables. Blast Sinclair for planting seeds of doubt
in his mind. This needed to end. He needed to put distance between himself and Rose before one or both of them ended up with a broken heart.
His immediate estate concerns had been handled. No reason remained for him to stay in residence. He would return to London at once.
* * * *
Rose held the missive in her hand. Mr. and Mrs. Devonton had never before sent her a letter. Of course, there had never been a need with her living so close. She took a letter opener from the desk.
“Why do you suppose they have written?” Gran asked from where she sat near the window.
“I could not guess.” Rose sliced the seal, unfolded the parchment, and read the contents. “They merely request I stop by when I have the opportunity.”
She crossed to where Gran sat, handing her the letter.
Gran pushed up her spectacles as she scanned the note.
“We left rather fast. Perhaps they only wish to know we are safe, or they are in need of something.” Rose fretted.
Gran lowered the parchment before looking up at Rose, concern in her gaze. “All the same it would be unwise to pay them a visit while Mr. Wolfe is still free.”
Rose squared her shoulders. She hated feeling like a prisoner. Not that Hunter and his staff were unpleasant hosts. She was grateful for his assistance, but she also refused to allow Wolfe to intimidate her. “I am not afraid of him. There is little he can do now.”
“The man has proven time and again he is capable of anything,” Gran said. “It would be best not to put yourself in his path. Let Lord Aubry handle him. Once he is no longer a threat you will be free to go where you wish. For now, write back to assure them we are cared for.”
Rose closed her eyes. This was madness, all of it. “I do not believe Mr. Wolfe can cause me any harm at this point. He has already taken what is most important to me. There is nothing left for him to threaten me with.” Nothing other than the people she loved. Were the Devontons in danger? Had he done something to them?
The questions turned her stomach. She could not stay safely tucked away here at their expense. It would do no good to discuss it further with Gran, but she had to go to them as soon as possible.
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