Never Judge a Lady by Her Cover: The Fourth Rule of Scoundrels (Rules of Scoundrels) by Sarah MacLean

Author:Sarah MacLean [MacLean, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780062068514
Amazon: 0062068512
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2014-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

Too goddamn bad.

West had no intention of sharing with Chase—either his connection with Tremley or his connection with Georgiana.

His gaze flickered to her. No. He would not share her. “You’ve done your job.”

“Well, I hope,” she said.

“Very well,” he acknowledged. “This is more than what I imagined.”

She smiled. “I am happy to hear it is worth your trouble.”

There it was again, the implication that his assistance was purchased. And so it was. Even as he resisted the truth of it. He pushed the thought away. “And now we are here. Alone.”

There was a smile in her voice when she said, “Are you suggesting that I’ve paid you for companionship?”

It sounded ridiculous. And yet, somehow, it didn’t. Somehow, he felt manipulated, as though it had all been carefully planned.

“Tit for tat,” he said, echoing so many of their conversations. Her words. His.

He could not see her face, but was keenly aware of the fact that she could see him. The light in the carriage was designed to unbalance. To empower only one side—the side in the darkness. But he heard the emotion when she finally spoke. “It is not like that tonight.”

“But other nights?” He hated the idea that this moment was a repeat of another. A dozen. A hundred.

Her hands spread wide across her skirts, silk rustling like nerves. “There are nights when the information is payment. And others when it is given freely.”

“It is payment, though,” he said. “It is payment for the articles in my papers. For every dance you’ve had with Langley. With others.”

“Fortune hunters,” she said.

“Every one,” he agreed. “I never promised otherwise.”

“You promised acceptance.”

“And social acceptance you shall have. But a husband who is not a fortune hunter? You’re not likely to find that. Not unless—” He stopped.

“Unless?”

He sighed, hating the deal they had. Hating the way it tempted him. Hating the way it whispered pretty possibilities in the darkness. “Not unless you are willing to show them the truth.”

“What truth?” she said. “I’m an unwed mother. Daughter to a duke. Sister to one. Trained as an aristocrat. Bred for their world like a champion racehorse. My truth is public.”

“No,” he said. “It isn’t near public.”

She gave a little huff of humorless laughter. “You mean Anna? You think they would be more likely to have me if they knew that I spent my nights on the floor of a casino?”

“You are more than all that. More complicated.”

He didn’t know how or why, only that it was true.

He made her angry. He could hear it. “You don’t know anything about me.”

He wanted to reach for her. To pull her into the light. But he kept himself at a distance. “I know why you say you like the darkness.”

“Why?” she asked, and the words sounded like she was no longer certain herself.

“It’s easier to hide there,” he replied.

“I don’t hide,” she insisted, and he wondered if she knew it was a lie.

“You hide as well as any of us.”

“And what do you hide from? What are your truths?” It was a taunt as much as it was an admission.

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