Darcy.â
Except right now, he didnât want to be a gentleman. In fact, if he dared to examine the state of his emotions, he would find that what he wanted was to pull her against him, claim her mouth for a deep kiss, sink his hands into her hair. He wanted to thoroughly and utterly ravish her until she would say, breathlessly, Rupert who?
Of course that was completely unacceptable and exactly why he made a point of avoiding her or at the very least avoiding anything that wasnât a reasoned and rational thought.
And then he spoke in haste, words spoken from a place of hurt and words he regretted the second he gave voice to them.
âI would think that even you are aware that young ladies are not supposed to refuse a gentlemanâs offer to dance.â
Her eyes flashed with anger. He might as well have said, Or you would know that if you werenât raised on a horse farm.
Her cheeks reddened considerably.
âI am very well aware, thank you,â she said so sharply, he almost felt as if heâd been stabbed. âAs I am also aware that a lady must honor what is written on her dance card. So you see, I am in an impossible position due to your stupid rules.â
âThey are not my rules.â
She gave him an utterly disparaging look.
âThe only thing keeping me from storming off is that ladies are not supposed to stroll around the ballroom unaccompanied,â she said. âActually, no. The only thing keeping me from storming off is that you might then have even more reason to chastise me.â
âI didnât meanâÂâ
And then the unimaginable happened. She turned away from him, steadfastly refusing to look in his direction. He, Lord Darcy, received the cut direct from Lady Bridget, of the American Cavendishes.
Chapter 7
Kisses from Rupert: 0
Moments for possible kisses with minimal risk of discovery: 4
Hours spent wondering why he hasnât: embarrassing
Lady Bridgetâs Diary
L ady Millicent Winterbourneâs garden party was not to be missed by âher dearest nephews,â even though, to Darcyâs knowledge, they were not in fact blood relations. She had been quite good friends with their dearly departed mother, and apparently that was sufficient basis to claim them as her own family . . . with all the obligations and nagging that entailed.
She bustled over to the brothers upon their arrival.
âThere you are, Darcy. I knew you wouldnât refuse me. Hello, Rupert, I donât mind if you cause a scandal or are caught kissing behind a hedge.â She patted his cheek affectionately.
âGood afternoon, Lady Winterbourne.â
âDonât Lady Winterbourne me, Darcy. I held you on my lap when you were just born. Call me auntie.â
He was a grown man and as such would lose his bollocks if he called anyone auntie.
âAunt Winterbourne,â he offered as a compromise.
âAuntie Millie,â she countered.
âLady Millicent,â he offered as a compromise.
âLord, but your father wrecked you.â She sighed.
There was only one possible response to that.
âThe weather is very fine today,â he said stiffly.
âMakes me wish I could take off this jacket and jump in the lake,â Rupert added. To be honest, Darcy had half a mind to do the same thing. The sun was actually shining, which meant he felt exceedingly warm under this fitted, dark wool jacket. Between that and the length of starch wrapped around his neck, he felt like he was being strangled.
âAs I said, I do not mind if you cause a scandal, so long as itâs at my party.â
âHostessing is as competitive as ever, I see,â Darcy remarked.
âYou have no idea,â she said dramatically. âLook, there is the Duchess of Durham with her new charges. I thank God they are in attendance.â
Do not look. Do not look.
He looked. His gaze strayed immediately to Lady Bridget. Like every other