The Truth About Dukes: Rogues to Riches — Book 5 by Grace Burrowes

The Truth About Dukes: Rogues to Riches — Book 5 by Grace Burrowes

Author:Grace Burrowes [Burrowes, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub


Stephen Wentworth reserved his most difficult conversations with his ducal brother for when he and Quinn were on horseback. His Grace of Walden rode with easy competence, and thus his attention when in the saddle was not commanded by the horse. Quinn chose sensible, sound mounts, up to his weight, and not given to fidgets or strongly stated opinions.

Stephen, by contrast, was a passionate equestrian. On the back of a horse, he was the equal of any man—or woman. He needed no canes, no inordinate caution. He traded his own unreliable leg for the horse’s four sturdy limbs and enormous muscle. In the saddle, he was free from physical pain. In the saddle, he sat as tall and straight as any dragoon.

In the saddle, and there alone, Stephen was superior to his brother in skill, fitness, and confidence.

The other reason for bracing Quinn on delicate matters when he and Stephen rode out was practical. Quinn was seldom alone. Jane and the children claimed his heart and as much of his time as he could give them, particularly when His Grace wasn’t wreaking havoc in the House of Lords or terrorizing his bank managers.

If Quinn walked in the park, he took his older daughters with him or wheeled the baby in her pushchair while Jane sashayed along at his side.

If Quinn enjoyed a drink before dinner, he often did so while playing simple card games with the children on the rug in the family parlor.

If he sat reading in the garden, Jane brought her embroidery to the same bench.

Stephen’s brother was awash in domestic bliss, and seemed to have no clue how much difficulty that posed to any sibling seeking a private word with him. Stephen thus proposed a ride around the acreage of the Yorkshire property Quinn had earmarked for Constance to manage.

“Constance has done a good job here,” Quinn said, giving his horse a loose rein to negotiate a winterbourne. Mungo popped over the trickling stream while Stephen’s horse, an un-confident five-year-old with more potential than sense, danced around on the near bank.

“Constance takes management of her property seriously,” Stephen said, “as Althea has done with Lynley Vale.” Stephen, by contrast, trusted to good managers and spent little time ruralizing at his estate.

His horse rocked back on its quarters as if facing a dragon determined to snack on equine delicacies.

“Give the ruddy beast a proper swat,” Quinn said, watching this display from the far bank. “If he makes this much drama out of a tiny stream, he’ll unseat you the instant he’s faced with anything truly challenging.”

The horse danced back, then took a tentative step forward while Stephen remained passive. “He’s gathering his courage, Quinn. To force him now means I don’t trust him to sort out the puzzle for himself. The problem with a tiny stream like this is that the poor lad can hear it and smell it, but when it’s barely a rill running between tussocks at his feet, he cannot see it.”

As if to emphasize Stephen’s words, his horse—Beowulf—craned his neck, raising and lowering his head.



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