Convincing the Countess by Alina K. Field

Author:Alina K. Field [Field, Alina K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Havenlock Press

“Shhh,” George said, more to his own pounding heart than to Lady Glanford. He’d heard a noise. They must take this somewhere more private.

Her bedchamber or his? She had a maid—so, his. Could they get past the gauntlet of family and servants? Could they stay there all night without being discovered?

A sound drifted again through the dense air: crunching footsteps, giggling, boys’ voices.

Sophie lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. “Oh dear.”

Gad, if the boys had discovered them… “We’re well-hidden,” he murmured.

She nodded and looked away. “I…I shouldn’t have allowed that. Not that you seemed to have minded.”

“Nor you, Sophie. May I call you that?”

She lifted a shoulder. “That was…well, I thank you, but we mustn’t go down this path again, Mr. Lovelace.”

“Call me George. You call my brother by his Christian name.”

“Only because he visited Glanford so often. I…I have to think of the boys.”

They would go down this path again. He’d make certain of it.

He set her back from him, straightened her bonnet and returned to the lane to fetch his own hat.

A hard mass of snow smacked his cheek like an icy cudgel and he heard Sophie’s gasp.

“Get back, Sophie.” He clamped his hat on. “Boys. Let Lady Glanford pass in peace.”

Loud giggling drifted through the dense air. Snow pelted his forehead knocking his hat askew.

Sophie’s cloak brushed him in passing. She ducked, scooping up great handfuls of snow. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she shouted.

A blizzard exploded against her red cloak. She launched her volleys in rapid succession, and a shriek pierced the air.

“You rapscallions won’t win this,” she taunted.

Another snowball struck the side of her head, and she gasped, laughing.

“Let the lady pass.” George swooped her behind a bush. “I’ve spotted four of them. I fear my brothers are corrupting your sons.”

“Nonsense.” She righted herself and scooped up more snow. “Artie and Ben love a good snowball fight. Come, George. We shall make a good team.”

He and Sophie, a team?

He laughed. “You’ll regret this, boys.”

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