The Blue Drawing Room (Regency Rendezvous Book 2) by Caine Carmen

Author:Caine, Carmen [Caine, Carmen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Scarsdale Publishing, Ltd
Published: 2017-07-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The Hard Path

Alistair forced his feet to carry him toward the dining room. Primal jealousy burned in his veins. Until his dying day, he would never forget the image of Eliza in Captain Edwards’ arms. The image scorched his brain. She’d told him of her engagement. Could Captain Edwards be the captain she’d spoken of? What were the odds? Had the man discovered her missing in London and sought her out? What man would allow his fiancée to fall into such dire straits that she must take on a position as governess?

Those questions swirled in Alistair’s mind, each leaving him in a darker mood than the last, as he took his seat at the head of the table. The dinner guests filed past him, but he had eyes only for the captain as he sat and the dinner began.

The women flanking Alistair began to chat, attempting to draw him into conversation, but he retained only vague impressions of their faces and heard little of what they said, his attention on his rival. What could Eliza admire in such a man? He clearly lacked ethics, and was weak-chinned to boot. The thought of her willingly kissing such a dolt twisted his gut.

As the dinner progressed, Alistair downed his wine untasted and sifted through his recollections of the past week for anything pertaining to the man. They’d once exchanged brief words in the library over glasses of claret, and once again during an afternoon ride on the estate. Beyond that, he hadn’t paid the man much attention, having thought him a pompous bore.

Now, he couldn’t take his eyes off that smug face.

What the deuce did Eliza see in him?

As if sensing Alistair’s stare, Captain Edwards looked up and nodded politely his way.

It was an opening. “How might you know Miss Plowman, Captain?” Alistair raised his voice above the din.

The voices around the dinner table quieted.

Edwards coughed loudly. “I, uh, have…heard of…uh, her through mutual friends, my lord.”

Heard? An odd way to speak of one’s fiancée. “Are you not, at least, acquaintances, Captain?”

The guests swiveled their heads back to the captain.

The man turned red. “No, no. Not really. Not at all.”

Odd. Alistair narrowed his eyes. Exceedingly odd.

The guests began to whisper.

The captain fixed his eyes intently on his plate.

Alistair frowned. What manner of man denied his engagement? Or…was their connection a clandestine affair? Eliza wasn’t that kind of a woman. Perhaps the captain had led her on with false hope? He expelled a derisive snort at the thought, only to become aware of a strained silence and staring guests.

Nicholas’ voice rose, “What are the forthcoming plays in Edinburgh this summer?”

The buzz in the dining room resumed.

Clenching his jaw, Alistair settled back into his chair.

Cutlery clinked. Voices buzzed. Courses came and went.

Alistair didn’t know what he ate. He couldn’t prevent his gaze from straying to the captain, to note every minute detail—how his head bobbed, and the nasal quality of his laugh, a sound that vexed Alistair’s ears.

At last, the final course was served.

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