The Bluestocking on His Knee by Regina Scott

Author:Regina Scott [Scott, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency Romance
Publisher: Belgrave House
Published: 1999-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

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In the lobby, Giles was in transports. “Did you hear that, Nigel! She’s willing to forgive him! We must find Kevin and tell him at once.”

“Easy, old boy,” Nigel cautioned, catching him by the edge of his coat. “We have no idea where Whattling is at the moment, and Miss Welch can hardly receive him before tomorrow afternoon in any event. I have no interest in this tedious drama. Let’s go home and tell him in the morning.”

But Giles was not to be deterred. As Nigel had seldom seen him so insistent, he decided that it was the better part of valor to give in. They tried White’s, Watier’s, and several other private clubs, to no avail. Midnight found them at Kevin’s door, although they scarcely expected him to answer their knock, and in his night shirt.

“Are you ill?” Nigel demanded when Kevin had let them in, going to light a lamp.

Kevin yawned as the wick flared. “Not in the slightest. Can’t a man get a good night’s sleep without someone thinking he’s in his dotage?”

“Of course,” Nigel muttered. “It simply isn’t like you, that’s all.”

Kevin shrugged. “Well, perhaps you don’t know me as well as you thought. Now, what is it that brings you rapping at my door unannounced?”

Giles was fairly hopping in his desire to tell. “She wants you back, Kevin. She said so herself.”

“What are you talking about?” Kevin frowned, glancing between the two of them. “Who wants me back?”

“Miss Welch,” Nigel put in. “Hard to credit, I know, since she is supposed to be remarkably perceptive, but there you have it.”

“Perhaps you’d better explain, slowly,” Kevin murmured, afraid to hope. “You say you saw Jen, er Miss Welch? And she said something about me?”

“‘If you should see our mutual friend,’” Giles quoted helpfully, “‘please let him know that my schedule has changed, and I would be delighted to receive him any time this week.’”

Nigel looked impressed. “I say, well done, Giles.”

Kevin ran his hand back through his hair. Could it be true? Was she willing to take a chance on him after all? “When did this happen? Where?”

“We were at Drury Lane,” Giles explained excitedly, “in the pit, using those tickets you sent us and ...”

“Tickets?” Kevin demanded. “What tickets?”

Giles smile faded. “You remember. You sent them to my house with a note. I assumed they were for Nigel and me.”

“I sent no tickets,” Kevin assured him. “I don’t suppose you kept the note.”

Giles shook his head. “No. I saw no reason to. But I don’t understand. The note was signed with your name, Kev. Who would do such a thing?”

“Who indeed,” Kevin mused. “The same someone who sent flowers to Miss Welch, I warrant.”

“But we sent the flowers,” Giles protested. “We told you.”

“You sent roses,” Kevin corrected him. “So you told me. Someone else sent lilies, gardenias, and carnations, the same day.”

Nigel wrinkled his nose. “Place must have stunk. No wonder she tossed you out.”

“But she wants you back now,” Giles insisted. “So whoever is behind all this must be trying to help.

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