Finding the Duke's Heir: Sweet and Clean Regency Romance (His Majesty's Hounds Book 7) by Arietta Richmond

Author:Arietta Richmond [Richmond, Arietta]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Dreamstone Publishing
Published: 2017-09-15T22:00:00+00:00

As the door closed after Jane, Julian turned back to his study, his mind filled with memories. Jane had been a good person as a child, bright and cheerful, always helpful – just like her mother had been. He truly regretted having missed the chance to see Nanny Sutton one last time before she died. He hoped that Gisella had visited her, as well as sending charity food baskets!

That Jane had fallen on such hard times was terrible – he was glad that he could help. And Jane would be an asset to their project, for she was quite well educated, and would be able to teach the poor girls. He presumed that her daughter, too, would be better educated than most women – Jane would have made sure of that. The most amazing thing about the day, however, was the sense of true friendship that still existed between them, even after so very many years. It left a warmth around his heart that he had missed, without even knowing it.

But now, he needed to focus on other things. In a few minutes, young Wareham would arrive.

He had been surprised when the young Viscount’s request for a meeting had been delivered, but he saw no reason not to meet with him.

Last he’d seen the man, he’d been a young buck with no title, a third son, running with the pack of young idiots that had been Martin’s friends. How things had changed in the last few years. Now both Wareham’s oldest brother, and their father, were two years dead - in a carriage accident, if he remembered aright, the middle brother was Duke, and Wareham was currently his heir.

Why the man should seek him out now, he didn’t know. Perhaps something to do with their estates? One of his brother’s estates lay quite close to Windemere Towers – what was it called? Ah yes – Springmarsh, that was it.

Regardless, Wareham had a good reputation. He’d only ever spent that one fateful season in town – mostly kept to himself, and cared more for estates than the fripperies of society – which was an attitude that recommended him to the Duke. Martin had liked him – more so than the other young fools, which, Julian had to admit, also influenced his opinion.

Julian tidied the papers on his desk, and, a few moments later, Bradshaw tapped on the door.

“Viscount Wareham, Your Grace.”

Julian indicated a chair.

“Have a seat, Wareham, can I offer you a drink?”

The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, sparking very dark red highlights in Wareham’s almost black hair. The young man’s expression was thoughtful.

“Yes, Your Grace, I believe that, for once, I would find a brandy rather useful.” Wareham’s voice had an edge to it. Julian wondered why.

He walked over to the sideboard, and poured them both a drink, before they each settled into one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace.

“So, Wareham, what brings you here today?”

“Your Grace, I have an apology to make, and an admission.” Wareham looked acutely embarrassed, a little flushed and nervous with it.

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