The Wedding Trap by Tracy Anne Warren

Author:Tracy Anne Warren
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Historical Romance, England, Historical Fiction, Romance, Historical, Regency Fiction, Love Stories, Regency
ISBN: 9780345483102
Publisher: Ivy
Published: 2005-12-31T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Raucous laughter flowed out of the downstairs salon.

“What is all that racket?” Kit asked March as he came through the Raeburn House front door. He passed his hat and gloves to the majordomo as another shout of hilarity split the air.

“Afternoon callers for Miss Eliza, my lord. Mostly gentlemen callers.”

Kit digested the news. “Hmmph.”

“His Grace had much the same reaction and departed for his club about half an hour past. Mentioned something about wanting to be able to hear himself think.”

Kit smiled faintly. “So how long have they all been here?”

“There has been a steady stream of visitors in and out of the house since just past nuncheon.” March paused. “If you don’t mind my saying, it must be most gratifying, my lord, to see Miss Eliza prospering so well this Season. The staff and I couldn’t help but be aware of your lessons and how hard Miss Eliza worked. We are all so pleased for her, and for your lordship as well. You must be delighted.”

Kit forced away a frown. “Yes, of course, very delighted.”

Seconds later, a tall man in a dark blue coat strode out of the salon, his footsteps sounding on the marble floor.

Kit’s eyebrows rose upward. “Vickery? What are you doing here?”

The man looked up, a faint expression of chagrin on his face. “Winter. Have you just returned from the Ray-croft sale?”

“Yes, just.” Kit crossed his arms. “I had rather thought to find you there as well. An impressive selection of prime horseflesh on the auction block, a shame you missed it.”

“True, but I’ve a full stable already, and I had…um, other plans for the day.”

So he could see. How long had this been going on? Vickery paying court to Eliza Hammond? To think the man had once sat across from him and verbally sliced Eliza to shreds. Would she turn Vickery away if she knew?

“Well, good to see you,” Vickery said. “I suppose we might bump into each other again tomorrow since I am promised to take Miss Hammond driving in my high-perch phaeton.”

Now the man was taking her driving. How serious was this?

Kit repressed the urge to scowl. “See to it you don’t drive so fast she falls out when you round a sharp corner.”

Vickery stared at him for a long moment, then smiled, assuming Kit spoke in jest. “Ha-ha, don’t worry, she’ll be safe as a baby in a cradle.”

“Cradles have been known to tip too.”

“This one won’t. She will be fine. I’ll make sure.”

“I trust you will.”

Vickery flashed him an uncertain half smile then gratefully accepted his hat from March. He jammed it on his head and went on his way with a nod.

Before March could close the door behind him, another gentleman arrived.

“Hello, March,” Viscount Lancelot Brevard greeted with obvious familiarity. “How are you this fine afternoon?”

“Very well, my lord. And yourself?”

“Splendid.”

“Miss Hammond is in the salon, my lord,” March volunteered, clearly aware of the purpose of the viscount’s visit.

Brevard thanked the servant, then turned his blond head. His eyes flashed.

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