Wicked Again (The Wickeds Book 7) by Kathleen Ayers

Author:Kathleen Ayers [Ayers, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

13

“Lord Pendleton to see you, my lord. Shall I send him in?”

Trent sat back in the leather chair before his desk, pushing aside the small pile of invitations he’d been replying to. Lord Stanton had invited him to the theater, doubtless at the bequest of his daughter Lady Christina. Before the day in the park with Marissa, Trent would have refused.

He scratched off an acceptance. “Send Lord Pendleton in.”

At least Pendleton would provide a distraction because he was in dire need of one. He’d seen little of the viscount since arriving in London save for the one political gathering Trent had attended. And he’d only gone to Duckworth’s because he suspected Marissa would be in attendance with Enderly.

A tiny squeeze pinched his heart.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you.” Pendleton wandered into Trent’s study with his customary superior attitude and took a seat on the leather sofa. His gaze flitted about the comfortable yet hardly luxurious room, probably comparing Trent’s study to his own which was covered in expensive furnishings and the obligatory Blue John.

“Not at all.”

Pendleton always assumed visits from him, rare though they were, would take precedence over anything else Trent was doing. Pompous ass.

Was Pendleton’s snobbish behavior a contributing factor to Marissa’s blatant dislike of the man? He could understand why Pendleton didn’t care for Marissa; after all, her son had ruined the young lady Pendleton had planned on marrying last summer. The woman in question was now the Countess of Morwick. But it was Marissa’s animosity toward Pendleton that had genuinely surprised Trent because it contrasted so sharply against her earlier behavior at Brushbriar. Watching the two interact from across the room it was hard to mistake the deep undercurrent of loathing between them. The sight unsettled Trent because he didn’t know where such hostility had come from. Or why.

Thinking of Marissa brought with it the expected wave of hunger for her. A gnawing ache which refused to go away. He’d not seen her since she’d dismissed him, yet again, from her presence, though Jordana continued to visit Marissa.

I’m still very angry at her.

Trent possessed a temper, one which he had learned to keep in check over the years. Another flaw of his he’d had to learn to control when raising four girls. The entire countryside wondered at his idiocy at not immediately remarrying or keeping nursemaids for his daughters. But fatherhood had made Trent a better person, one he would not have been had his wife lived.

The selfish rake he’d once been wouldn’t have deserved Marissa.

Hell, I’m not sure I do now.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Trent made his way to the sideboard. A visit from Pendleton required spirits. “Scotch? I may even have some brandy somewhere.”

“Yes. I’d love a glass. Scotch.”

Trent raised a brow. His unexpected guest rarely had a drink before dinner, and it was only mid-afternoon. In fact, in all the years Trent had known him, Pendleton had never sought Trent out for a drink or friendly conversation.

So why was Pendleton here?

Trent splashed scotch

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