typically elevated
to the conduct of Blue Elephant
business. The evenings
to reading and various board
games."
God, he felt sorry for the child.
If there wasn't anything
more than that, the boy was
utterly and completely bored out
of his ... That was it! he
realized. The way to take control of
this entire mess. Alex would be
grateful and out of that would
come trust. And trust was the
key. He didn't have to grit his
teeth and endure Mohan. He simply
had to take control of the
boy's existence. It was a
brilliant plan. Absolutely brilliant.
Barrett was right; when he put
his mind to something ...
Lord, it was going to be so
incredibly easy.
Chapter 6
Alex's stomach turned to lead
even as her heart swelled and
flip-flopped in her chest. Good
God, the man had a smile
that could tatter pantaloons at
fifty paces. And those green
eyes when they sparkled with
devilment ... If she didn't
steel her resolve, she was going
be lunch instead of the fish.
"Well, no wonder the boy's
beastly," he said with a flourish
of his fork. ''I would be, too.
In fact, if you made me live
like that I'd either run away or
slit my wrists."
He didn't give her a chance to
say that she considered the
assertion overdramatic.
"He's bored out of his skull, Miss
Radford. Books, business, and
board games? Little boys have
to run and play. They have to go
and do. They have far too
much energy to be contained
inside four walls every hour of
the day."
"Mohan's hardly a
prisoner," she protested, aware of
Preeya's quick glancing between
the two of them. "We frequently
venture out into the city."
''To do what?"
''We attend auctions;' she
supplied. ''We watch the ships
come into port and the lords and
ladies parade along their avenues.
We go to the market daily. From
time to time we attend
a play . "
"Be still my heart;' he
countered dryly. ''I can scarcely
bear the excitement of it all . "
No, it ' wasn't
exciting, but it wasn't meant to be. It was
safe and largely designed to
fulfill the tasks required for
daily living. ''And what would
you have him doing with his
time instead?" she asked,
not really sure she wanted to know,
but unwilling to back away from
his open challenge.
"Has anyone taught the boy
to ride a horse?"
Of all the silly notions . ''We
don't have a horse, Mr. Terrell."
''Does he know how to play
cricket?"
''With whom would he play?"
she asked . ''And where? In
the street, between the passing
carriages?"
''What about football? Or
rugby?" he persisted.
"Good God, no," she
exclaimed, appalled at the very notion
of Mohan being involved in such
violent, dangerous sports.
He took a couple of bites of his
food, but what hopes she
had of the interrogation being
over were dashed when he
asked, ''What about sledding and
ice skating? They're not
terribly manly pastimes, but
they're something children usually
find amusing. Especially in the
dead of winter when
there isn't much else to
do."
''Mohan isn't interested in
sports of any kind," she announced
with all the firm politeness she
could muster. "It's
pointless to inquire after any
others."
''Does he have any pets? A dog? A
cat? Maybe a lizard or
a snake or two?"
Slithering things? As pets? Alex
suppressed . a shudder.
"He's expressed no interest
in having one. Or two. Of anything."
Again he paused to eat. This time
she knew ' better than to
hope. The man didn't relent, he
simply shifted directions
ever so slightly. She consumed
some of her own lunch, waiting
for the inevitable resumption of
their contest
Preeya continued to look back and
forth between them,
slowly eating, but saying
nothing. In the aftermath, the first
time the two of them were alone,
Preeya would want a summary
of all that had been said. She'd
also remember specific
words and ask what they meant Not
that she'd ever do anything
with them. Which, in
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