Never Wager with a Scoundrel by Clarke Alyssa

Author:Clarke, Alyssa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Darkan Press Inc.
Published: 2023-12-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Kent

Meadowvale Manor

The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm, golden hue over the expansive lawns of the estate. Marianne orchestrated an outdoor picnic, wanting to bring a touch of cheer and relaxation to her family, especially the Marquess, who had grumbled for the duration of the journey. He was used to riding his stallion while his marchioness traveled in the carriage; however, this time, he was forced to be inside with her.

The servants had arranged a few lawn chairs across the grass, each with an attached umbrella to provide a respite from the sun’s rays. Marianne smiled at the pretty picture her mother had made as she reposed on the lawn chair, reading a book to the marquess, who had the most contented smile.

“He seems well rested,” a low voice said behind her.

Marianne’s heart lurched, and she peered up from where she sat on the blanket. The glare of the sun hid Julian from her perusal.

“Have you finished working?” she asked as he lowered himself to sit beside her on the blanket.

Marianne was painfully aware of his closeness and that they had not spoken alone for the last two days.

“I’ve done enough for today,” he answered, staring at his father.

She could not decipher his expression, for he seemed carefully guarded.

“Are we expecting anyone else?” Julian asked, glancing over at the spread of food on a small, round table.

There was a succulent roasted ham, its aroma wafting through the air, alongside thinly sliced beef cooked to perfection. A selection of fine cheeses, ranging from sharp cheddar to soft brie, was artfully displayed beside a basket of freshly baked bread and crisp crackers. There were bowls of chilled pineapple and strawberry fruit sorbet.

Marianne smiled. “Father was overjoyed when he saw the bountiful offering. He has been looking over his shoulders for Dr. Matthew with each bite. I assured him that a small amount of each food is perfectly permissible.”

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she looked up. Marianne hoped the rain would not descend and ruin their picnic. The marquess clasped her mother’s hand, raised it to his mouth, and lovingly brushed a kiss. Her mother smiled and blushed, leaned closer, and whispered something to him. He laughed, the sound healthy and boisterous.

“I am glad you convinced him to leave town,” she said softly. “He is still acting stubbornly, but earlier today, he was paler…and less content.”

A subtle noise, barely more than a whisper, came from Julian. Cautiously, Marianne let her gaze drift toward him in a sidelong glance. He reclined leisurely against the sturdy trunk of the large oak tree, giving the appearance of casual ease. One of his legs was bent, his hand resting casually over his knee, while the other leg stretched out comfortably on the grass. Julian seemed calm, yet she sensed an undercurrent of something more, a tension not immediately visible.

Though his eyes were not directly on her, there was an acute sense of awareness about him, as if he was entirely conscious of her every move, every glance.

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