The Devil's Delilah by Loretta Chase

Author:Loretta Chase [Chase, Loretta]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Historical Romance
ISBN: 9780449218945
Google: TvQeAQAACAAJ
Amazon: 0449218945
Goodreads: 1386109
Publisher: Fawcett
Published: 1988-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

Though his was not a violent nature, the spectacle which met his eyes as he rode across the meadow threw Mr. Langdon into a towering rage, and an impulse seized him to trample his childhood friend into a bloody pulp.

Fortunately, Jack's better nature reasserted itself. Masking his fury, he coldly informed Lord Berne that Mr. Desmond's horse was wanted.

"You'd better go at once," said Jack, "because you're wanted at Wemberton as well. A message came from your mother not an hour ago," he lied, "and I've been looking everywhere for you."

Though Lord Berne's mother was forever summoning him and he saw no greater urgency in this latest demand, he did suspect that withholding the Devil's horse while simultaneously attempting to ravish his daughter was a tad excessive. Besides, with Jack by, there was nothing more to be accomplished with Miss Desmond at present. Quelling his frustration, Lord Berne consoled himself with one languishing glance at his beloved before taking his leave.

Jack now turned his own gaze to that dazzling object. "Where's your groom?" he demanded.

"I haven't the slightest idea," Delilah answered with great nonchalance. "Probably several miles back, casting up his accounts. Not that it is any concern of yours, sir," she added haughtily, though two spots of colour blazed in her cheeks.

"If you ride with Tony unescorted the matter will be everyone's concern, Miss Desmond."

"I am still unescorted, as you put it," she returned. "If you have so much regard for petty gossip, you would be better employed finding Peters." She marched towards her horse, which was tethered to a nearby bush.

Jack quickly dismounted and followed.

"Since I am obviously not a lady, I can mount without assistance," she told him as he came up beside her.

Mr. Langdon lost his temper. "Damn it all!" he snapped. "I'm very sorry I interrupted your tÙte-á-tÙte, Miss Desmond, but I wish you'd save your righteous indignation for later. I only came because we have a problem. That is, you have a problem. Really, I don't know why I've been galloping about Rossingley like a lunatic and telling lies to my friends when you're so splendidly capable of managing your affairs." So saying, and oblivious to her sputter of outrage, he flung her none too gently into her saddle.

A stunned Delilah gazed for a moment speechlessly down upon the unkempt brown head of this unexpectedly masterful Mr. Langdon.

"What problem?" she finally managed to gasp out.

"I saw Atkins just now," said Jack, glaring at her right boot. "His hands were all blistered and dirty. Then your great-aunt told me some nonsense about moles invading her garden. I think Atkins has got hold of the memoirs. I thought you'd wish to know. I should have told your father instead," he grumbled. "He at least doesn't use me as a whipping boy."

He stomped back to his own beast and mounted.

Delilah drew up beside him. "Are you sure?" she asked, alarm quickly superseding all other emotions. "How could he possibly have found out? And why would he be at the house again if he's already got them?"

"I don't know.

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