Free Notorious Pleasures by Elizabeth Hoyt Page B

new home and was in charge of building it. He’d been perfect in the planning stages, producing a lovely drawing of a new home with exact specifications. Both she and Lady Caire had been quite pleased with him. But when the actual construction began, Mr. Thompson became less reliable. Materials that were supposedly already ordered had been absent, and then their delivery delayed, causing the crew of workers that had been hired to find other work.
    Lady Caire had pushed back her tour of the continent until the foundation had been laid. At that point it had seemed that the worst of the construction problems were over. They had their material, a new crew was hired, and Mr. Thompson’s apologies and assurances were profuse. But a mere month after Lady Caire’s departure, things began to go wrong again. Construction was slow; the expense reports Mr. Thompson submitted didn’t make sense to Hero; and when she made polite inquiries, he either gave vague answers or ignored her questions entirely.
    And now in the middle of the day no one was at the building site!
    “Thank you, Mr. Pratt,” Hero said, and turned to walk back to the carriage. “Is he sufficient to guard such a large site?” she asked George quietly.
    George looked a little startled at having his opinion asked. He scratched his chin. “No, my lady, I don’t think so.”
    Hero nodded. George was only confirming her own fears. She’d have to hire more guards immediately if nothing else.
    She had half expected Reading to have deserted her, but as she entered her carriage, she saw that he slouched against the squabs in the same pose as when she’d left him almost an hour before. She sat and watched him as the carriage lurched forward.
    He wore a rather shabby brown coat with a bottle-green waistcoat and dark brown breeches and boots. His long legs took up most of the space between the seats, his scuffed boots nearly under her seat. His black hat was still tipped over his eyes, and she noticed for the first time that his jaw bore a heavy stubble. Had he been out all night since the ball? He hadn’t moved when she entered or when the carriage started, and she could hear a faint snore coming from his parted lips. Her gaze dropped to those lips. The bottom was fuller in sleep, lax and sensuous, contrasting with the deeply masculine shadow of the stubble about his mouth.
    Hero looked quickly away.
    “Have you decided?” he asked, making her start.
    She inhaled. Had he been feigning sleep all this time?
    He sat up and stretched lazily, then glanced out the window. “Headed home, are we?”
    “Yes.”
    “How was it?”
    “Worse than I thought.” She pursed her lips. “The architect appears to have decamped.”
    He nodded, unsurprised. “And my bargain?”
    “You mean your blackmail.”
    He shrugged. “Call it what you like, but I’m not changing my mind. You go with me or not at all.”
    She stared at her hands in her lap. Her fingers had curled into fists. She had no doubt that he would indeed tell both her brother and her fiancé if she did not take his “bargain.” Mandeville would disapprove, but it was Maximus who would put a halt to her seeing the home—and possibly to her being the patroness. She listened and obeyed her brother in all other matters, but not this one. She saw again the sweet faces of the children as they struggled with the hymn they’d practiced for her.
    Hero glanced up. Reading was watching her as if he knew the thoughts going through her head. She lifted her chin. “Why?”
    “Why what?”
    “Why this sudden worry for my person? Why do you wish this bargain?”
    She expected more anger, but instead a corner of his mouth kicked up, and if possible, he slouched more in his seat. “You’re a suspicious woman, Lady Perfect. Perhaps my soft heart compels me to come to the rescue of reckless maidens.”
    “Humph.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t trust you.”
    “That’s quite wise,” he said, widening his eyes