10 Things I Hate About the Earl (The Matchmaker's Ball Book 2) by Jenna Jaxon

Author:Jenna Jaxon [Jaxon, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-09-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Next afternoon, Marcus pulled the team up precisely at three o’clock, more than a little curious about what had transpired during the morning’s shopping trip. Letitia had found him at breakfast, beaming as she told him about Miss Locke’s invitation to accompany her shopping.

“Oh, Marcus, may I go?” she’d pleaded with him, doe eyed. “And with just Miss Locke? Not with Aunt Alexandra along. I’ve never been shopping with someone my own age before.”

“Of course you may, my dear. Miss Locke will be an admirable chaperone.” He’d never seen his sister so enthusiastic before. “Did she say what she wants to shop for?”

“No.” Letitia frowned briefly then her face cleared. “But I’m happy to give her advice on anything she needs. That’s why she asked me, you see. Her note said after making my acquaintance, she thought I could give her a fresh perspective on some of her clothing choices.” His sister had given him a curious glance. “Although I wonder if she’s actually trying to gain your favor by befriending me.”

That had been too close to the truth for Marcus’s taste. And he would not wish his sister to think herself unvalued as a friend. “Miss Locke trying to gain my favor? Have you lost your senses, Letitia? The lady’s been nothing but critical of me.” Thinking of her list, his lips had pursed. “I suspect her intentions are simply those she mentioned—that she needs fresh eyes to give her advice, and you are her newest acquaintance. I would take it as a great compliment.”

“Oh, I do, Marcus, I do.” She’d kissed his cheek and run from the room on happy feet.

As he’d been from home when she’d returned, Marcus was very eager to hear from Miss Locke how she and his sister had fared.

He climbed down, hurried up the steps, and was about to ply the brass door knocker, when the door flew open and suddenly Miss Locke stared him in the face. Marcus stumbled back and would’ve pitched himself down the marble stairs had her hand not grasped his lapel and jerked him toward her.

“Where have you been?” she hissed at him, her blue eyes flashing.

“At my club for most of the morning. Why?” His proximity to Miss Locke, with her lavender scent wafting into his nose, was making it difficult to focus on anything other than her porcelain skin and what it would feel like to caress it. “I’m here at the appointed time.”

“It is three o’clock, Lord Haversham.”

“And that’s the same hour we agreed upon for yesterday, is it not?”

Her brows dipped in a frown. “I believe you came at two o’clock yesterday.”

“I’m sorry to contradict you, but it was three.” He cocked his head, curious. “You wrote it in your note the day before.”

“Oh.” She shook her head, making the fiery curls framing her face dance. “I could’ve sworn it was two o’clock.”

“Is something amiss, Miss Locke?” Marcus was becoming alarmed by her urgency. “Something to do with my sister?”

“Yes. Well, no, nothing is wrong, but it does have to do with your sister.

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