Sabrina Jeffries - Lord Trilogy 03 by The Dangerous Lord

Author:The Dangerous Lord
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-25T23:55:46+00:00

Chapter 14

Madame Tussaud's exhibit is in the Strand. Tales abound of fair ladies fainting in the Separate Room, but how could that be? Some of those ladies have husbands whose looks would shame a donkey.

If the ladies don't faint at the sight of their husbands in the bedchamber, I don't see why a death mask or two should make them do so.

Lord X, The Evening Gazette.

December 22, 1820

Even a blind man couldn't miss the four scamps alighting from a carriage, Ian thought. Their racket actually overcame the noise in the Strand—the coaches trundling by with badly oiled springs, the workmen knocking about as they renovated a great house across the way, the vendors caterwauling. He spotted the Taylor Terrors out the window at once, a familial gaggle that Felicity attempted to keep in order while arguing with the hack driver, who'd climbed down from his perch to point at something on his coach.

With a knock on the ceiling, Ian sent his coachman driving past the hack as prearranged. Ian's second knock brought the St. Clair carriage to a halt just ahead of the hack. Disembarking quickly, Ian clapped his hat on and strode toward his prey.

He could hear Felicity's protesting voice as he approached. "I shan't pay a single shilling for damages, I tell you!" Enveloped in a black woolen cloak that looked as if it had seen better days, she shook her finger to punctuate every phrase.

The grimy driver shut the door, which didn't latch until he lifted the flimsy panel an inch and forced it into place. Then he opened it again, letting it list down as he faced Felicity triumphantly. "You see that it's broke, don't you, miss?"

"I see only that you're trying to cheat me. I don't dispute that it's broken; it's who broke it that I question.

It was like that before we got in!"

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"No, it weren't!" The burly man crossed his arms over his barrel chest. "I take good care of me coach, I do, and that door were closing right proper when I stopped for you and yer brood. It's those lads of yours what broke it."

"That's a lie! You probably broke the dratted thing yourself!"

"I'm warnin' you, miss—"

Ian stepped in quickly. "How much will it cost to repair the damage?"

The driver swung around, his eyes lighting up as he assessed Ian's worth by the cut of his coat and the fineness of his linen. "Well, now, sir, that depends—"

"What are you doing here?" Felicity's wary gaze flew to his coach not ten feet away, then back to him.

Ian tipped his hat. "Good morning, Miss Taylor. I was on my way to consult with my man of affairs when I saw the commotion. I thought I'd stop and offer my services."

"There's no need," she said primly. "I have the situation well in hand."

"Yes, but you and your brothers are obviously on an outing, and I'd hate to see it spoiled. I'll be happy to pay for the damages myself if you'll allow it.

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