Free The Lady Gambles by Carole Mortimer Page B

minutes. If you will be so kind as to wait here for me—’
    ‘No.’
    Dominic’s eyes widened. ‘No?’
    ‘No.’ Caro rallied, still embarrassed by the intimacies she had allowed this man, but determined not to allow that embarrassment to render her helpless. She carefully lifted her cloak and bonnet from the chair she had placed them on earlier. ‘Mr Butler, is Ben available to escort me home now?’
    ‘Yes, he is.’
    ‘I would prefer that you wait for me here, Caro,’ Dominic insisted firmly.
    She met his gaze unflinchingly. ‘And I would prefer that Ben be the one to accompany me to my lodgings.’
    A nerve pulsed beside that savage slash of a scar on Dominic’s left cheek. ‘Why?’
    Caro looked away as she found she could not withstand the probing of that narrowed silver gaze. ‘I would simply prefer his company at this time, my lord.’
    ‘Drew, could you wait outside for a moment, please?’ Dominic did not even wait for the man’s compliance before stepping back into the room and firmly closing the door behind him.
    ‘I have nothing more to say to you, my lord—’
    ‘Dominic.’
    Caro gasped. ‘I beg your pardon?’
    The earl gave a graceful shrug. ‘You did not seem to have any difficulty calling me Dominic a few minutes ago,’ he reminded her wickedly.
    Caro’s cheeks burned with mortification as she recalled the most recent circumstances under which she had called this man by his first name. ‘I do not even wish to think about just now—’
    ‘Do not be so melodramatic,’ Dominic interjected. ‘Or perhaps, on consideration, it is the hideousness of my scars you would rather not dwell upon?’ His voice hardened even as he raised a hand to his scarred cheek.
    ‘I trust I am not so lily-livered, my lord,’ Caro protested indignantly. ‘No doubt you obtained that scar during the wars against Napoleon?’
    ‘Yes.’
    She nodded. ‘Then it would be most ungrateful of me—of any woman—to see your scar as anything less than the result of the act of bravery it undoubtedly was.’
    Dominic was well aware that some women found the scar on his face unsightly, even frightening. He should have known that the feisty Caro was made of sterner stuff. ‘I will endeavour to conclude my business with Butler as quickly as is possible, after which I will be free to escort you home. No, please do not argue with me any further tonight,’ he advised wearily as he saw that familiar light of rebellion enter those sea-green eyes.
    ‘You are altogether too fond of having your own way, sir.’ She frowned her disapproval at him.
    And his efforts to frighten this young woman intoleaving London had only succeeded in alarming himself, Dominic recognised frustratedly. ‘And if I once again add the word please?’
    ‘Well?’ she prompted tartly as he added nothing further.
    Dominic found himself openly smiling at her waspishness. ‘ Please , Caro, will you wait here for me?’ he said drily.
    Her chin remained proudly high. ‘I will consider the idea whilst you are talking to Mr Butler.’
    Dominic shot her one last exasperated glance before striding purposefully from the room. He forgot everything else, however—kissing and touching Caro, her response to those kisses and caresses, his own lack of control over that situation—the moment he entered the main salon of the club and saw a bloodstained and obviously badly beaten Nathaniel Thorne lying recumbent upon one of the couches there…

Chapter Five
    ‘D ominic, why—?’
    ‘Not now, please, Caro,’ he cut in as he sat broodingly across from her inside the lamp-lit coach.
    Not that the lamp was really necessary, dawn having long broken, and the sun starting to appear above the rooftops and chimneys of London, by the time they had delivered Nathaniel safely to his home. The two of them had remained long enough to see him settled in his bedchamber and attended by several of his servants before taking their leave.
    Caro had given a horrified gasp