Bargaining With a Rake (A Whisper of Scandal Novel) by Johnstone Julie

Author:Johnstone, Julie [Johnstone, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Night Shift Publishing
Published: 2012-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

“Are you hurt?” Alex asked, assessing Gillian.

“I’m fine.” She ran a hand through her hair, attempting to tuck the escaping wisps back into order.

The knot inside Alex’s chest loosened, but the red veil over his vision remained. Losing his soul in exchange for Westonburt’s death seemed a fair trade at this moment.

Westonburt whipped out a handkerchief and pressed it to his nose. “Why the hell did you charge in here and punch me? I’m her bloody fiancé.”

“You appeared to be mauling the lady,” Alex replied, thinking of Lissie.

“I was not mauling her. Passion swept us away. Ask her.” Westonburt flicked his gaze to Gillian. “She’ll tell you we’re to be married, and we were simply getting to know each other.”

“I know you well enough already,” she replied blandly. “And if you call what you just did to me passion, I’d hate to ever feel the touch of your anger.”

Alex grinned at Gillian’s show of spirit.

Westonburt removed his handkerchief. “You’re my fiancée and soon you will be my wife. So watch your shrewish tongue lest you anger your father or me. You’d be wise to remember I’ve every right to discipline you once we’re married.”

Alex surged forward to wring the man’s neck, but Gillian scrambled in front of him and shook her head. Her hand pressed hard against his chest. Her eyes held his a long moment, her silent plea for him to stand down obvious.

“Heed the lady, Lord Lionhurst. You caught me unaware with that first punch, but that won’t happen again. Why the hell do you even care what transpires between me and my fiancée?”

“Because it’s clear to me you have no clue how to make a woman happy,” Alex answered.

“And you think you can make my fiancée happy?”

“I’m sure of it,” Alex replied, allowing his gaze to roam over Gillian’s face, her breasts and down lower to where he would dearly love to part her creamy thighs and plunge within. He tensed at the unexpected thought.

“You bloody sod,” Westonburt snarled before he barreled toward Alex and threw a punch. Alex ducked and stepped to the side.

“Tsk―tsk―tsk, Westonburt.” Alex wagged a finger. “Don’t you know I’m the reigning boxing champion at Gentleman Jackson’s five years running now?” Alex flashed a smile meant to irritate. “But if you really want to try me―” He began to remove his jacket, praying and hoping that Westonburt would take him up on the offer. Just as he got one arm out of his coat, a lone rider came bumping down the road, waving an arm in the air. Who the blazes was that? Alex squinted, trying to get a clear picture of the face, but the late afternoon sun made it hard to see his hand in front of his eyes.

“Oh, good!” a familiar voice called. Alex ground his teeth.

Lady Staunton flourished an arm draped in an absurd creation of purple bejeweled silk at them. Her ability to seek him out was amazing in a most unfortunate way.

Before he could ask what she was doing there, Gillian spoke.

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