Saintly Sins by Brenda Hiatt

Author:Brenda Hiatt [Hiatt, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, Regency England, Regency romance, series
Publisher: Brenda Hiatt

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After a third person glanced warily his way, Peter realized that he was muttering angrily to himself as he walked. He turned his recriminations inward, but could not stop them. What a useless blockhead he was!

He hadn't expected to be allowed to speak privately with Sarah, but he should never have left before giving Lady Mountheath the set-down she deserved for her vile aspersions on Sarah's character. "Loose ways," indeed!

It did no good to tell himself that defending her might have rebounded on Sarah's head. He had been cowardly to leave rather than speak— afraid that he would lose control entirely. He would master his anger in such circumstances. He must, if he were to help Sarah escape her situation.

Harry was just finishing the breakfast to which he'd invited himself when Peter returned to the house on Grosvenor Street. "You're about early," he remarked, then sharpened his gaze. "What has you in a lather already?"

"It's not early. It's nearly one o'clock," Peter snapped. "Most people have been up for hours already."

But Harry only grinned. "Don't take it out on me, whatever it is. Miss Killian still leading you a merry chase, is she?"

Peter glared at his friend, in no mood for his banter. "Miss Killian is none of your concern. But if you hear anyone slinging her name about, tell me at once so I can call the blackguard out."

"Lining up duels now, are you? What, has she done something to tarnish her reputation? Or is it something you've done? No wonder you were on edge last night."

"Don't make me erase that smirk from your face, Harry," Peter warned. He'd tried to forget his violence at the club the night before, a reminder of the risk he ran if he followed his chosen course. "It's that damned Lady Mountheath, making insinuations. Foul-mouthed fishwife! I should have—" Peter made a convulsive motion of his arm.

Harry's eyes widened. "Glad to see you've got over your tendency to overreact. Clearly the harpy needs to be exterminated. Should I see to it, by way of repayment for your championing me last night?"

The absurdity of the suggestion brought Peter up short. "You're right. It seems I can't safely form an attachment. My reason goes right out the window."

"Attachments are overrated." Harry shrugged. "Tumble the girl and the madness will pass. Best way to get a wench out of your system, I've found."

"How dare you—?" But then Peter realized Harry was still baiting him. "It's not that easy, at least for me. Not that I would —or she would— Damn it, Harry, don't start me thinking along those lines." But he'd already been thinking along those lines for some time, without Harry's help.

"Figure a way to get her away from the Mountheaths, then," Harry suggested. "If she's not being put upon, you won't feel a need to spring to her defense. There must be others willing to take her in."

Most of them male, thought Peter sourly. Then he remembered Mrs. Hounslow. "I need to go out again for a bit.

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