Rogue You Like a Hurricane: A Scottish Regency Historical Romance (Rogues of Redemption Book 2) by Brenna Ash

Author:Brenna Ash [Ash, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2024-07-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The next day tensions were high as they all sat in the parlor. Clarissa plucked at an invisible piece of lint as Viscount Heathton rambled on about his hunting prowess. A fine quality to have, Clarissa agreed, but it was not a subject that she could spend the better part of an hour talking about. Nor did she want to.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t tell him to go home because she had no interest in his hunts or him for that matter. Nicholas was huddled in a corner of the room, enjoying a cup of tea with Gwen. Every once in a while, he would lift his hands and push them in the air, trying to prompt her to engage.

But, Lord above, this man was a bore. She wanted naught to do with him.

Near the window, Alexander seethed as his eyes shot spears of fire into Heathton’s back.

When James had announced Heathton’s arrival, Clarissa was shocked. Was it normal protocol to call on someone that was just visiting? She didn’t ken but found it odd.

Alexander had turned red as the gown she had purchased at the modiste the day before and his hands had fisted at his sides. But he had James show him to the parlor and refreshments brought in. Tea, sandwiches, and figs.

He had remained silent. Seething, but silent.

If he spoke, Clarissa was afraid of what might come out of his mouth.

“…and that was the second stag I shot on that particular outing. I have his antlers hanging on display in my study. The rack is quite impressive,” his gaze dropped to her chest and her cheeks flamed.

Alexander’s eyes bulged and Nicholas’s head shot up to glare at the man, before one of them hurried over.

“I believe ye have out welcomed your stay, Heathton,” Nicholas stated.

“But—”

Nicholas’s eyes blazed black and Heathton snapped his mouth shut. He stood and gave her a quick bow. “Miss Gordon.”

And then he was gone.

Clarissa breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, some silence.

“May I talk to ye about the partridge I shot when I was twelve?” Alexander jested.

“For the love of all things, that was the dullest hour of my life. And I have had some verra dull hours, but that, that was just horrid.”

“I am sorry he took such liberties. He willna be allowed to call again. I will make sure of it.” He smiled. “That is if he e’en wants to after Nicholas escorts him outside.” He winked. “Either way, I shall inform James that he is no longer welcome.”

She smiled her thanks and watched Gwen as she approached, a grin on her face. “Look at all the gentlemen tripping over themselves to assure ye are no’ insulted.”

Clarissa chortled. “I dinna think Nicholas counts. The man is my brother.”

“Aye, but Alexander isna, and he was at your side quicker than your brother.”

She sighed. He did come to her rescue in a breadth’s time. Not that it mattered. Nicholas was still being obtuse when it came to Alexander. Just last eve, he had again warned her to stay away.

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