Saved By Scandal's Heir

If only, Harriet had often thought to herself, he knew what his father was truly like. Or perhaps he did know—at least some of it—and, like many men, he believed that what went on between husband and wife was nobody’s business but their own.

The lack of conversation had given Harriet time to think...time to remember...time to relive. That kiss! Shivers rippled down her spine and spread beneath her skin. It was surely the shock of seeing Benedict in such familiar surroundings that had provoked her into behaving so out of character. She determined to put her entire visit to Tenterfield behind her—going there had been a colossal lack of judgement on her part and she could not wait to return to her familiar, humdrum life. Benedict’s intention to take his place in society had been a shock, but it should be easy enough to avoid him—he had been overseas for years and they would be unlikely to have friends in common. And once he married and had a family, the dangerous attraction he had awakened within her would be banished.

But first... She sneaked a peek at Edward, sitting opposite her. He caught her look and scowled. Harriet swallowed. First she must placate Edward.

After Benedict had stormed away from the folly, Harriet had retrieved his hat from the floor and carried it back to the house, where she was swept up in the whirlwind that was her stepson. He refused to listen to reason. Janet couldn’t be moved? Nonsense. If she was able to sit up in bed, she could sit in a carriage for a couple of hours with her leg propped up and well padded. He would instruct the coachman to keep the horses at a walk. Harriet wished to return to London? Certainly. He would put his carriage at her disposal. After he had spoken to her about her behaviour, as was his duty as head of the family. And he would do that at Brierley Place. Not in this—Edward had looked around, his top lip curled—not in this den of iniquity.

A footman hurried from Brierley Place, ready to lower the steps of the carriage after it drew to a halt outside the front door.

‘Lady Brierley’s maid has a broken ankle,’ Edward said as he clambered from the carriage. ‘Find someone to help you carry her upstairs, will you?’

The footman hurried back to the house, and Edward turned to hand Harriet from the carriage. ‘I will see you in my study, madam.’ He released her hand as soon as she reached the ground and stomped into the house, leaving Harriet to follow in his wake.

Smithson, the butler, was in the hall, giving orders to more footmen about Janet and the luggage.

‘Good afternoon, my lady.’ Smithson bowed. He directed a passing maid to take Harriet’s cloak, hat and gloves. ‘Would you care for tea? Her ladyship is in the drawing room with Lady Katherine. They have asked you to join them on your arrival.’

Thank goodness Fanny and the children were as welcoming as ever, despite Edward’s strong but unexplained discouragement of her visits to Brierley since his father’s death. Harriet had become used to his frostiness and had merely avoided him as much as possible—she had her own life to lead—but this fury and disdain was something new.

‘Thank you, Smithson, but his lordship has asked that I attend him in his study.’

‘I will inform her ladyship, my lady. If you would care to follow me?’

For all the world as if I did not know the whereabouts of Brierley’s study, Harriet thought, biting back her smile as she followed the butler. Edward insisted on the correct procedure being followed at all times. She was a guest; therefore Smithson must announce her.

‘Lady Brierley, my lord.’

Smithson stood aside and Harriet walked past him into Edward’s study with a smile of thanks before focusing on Edward, standing before the window, hands behind his back. He maintained his silence until the door closed behind Smithson.

‘What the blazes were you doing at Tenterfield Court?’

She stared at him a moment. ‘May I sit?’ Her tone was icy. It did not hurt to remind him that she was a lady and his stepmother and that he was, supposedly, a gentleman.

‘Of course.’

Edward tilted his chin to indicate the visitor’s chair set in front of his vast mahogany desk and then rounded the desk to stand on the opposite side. Harriet sat with a twinge of disquiet, tucking her feet under the chair and loosely clasping her hands in her lap.

Very formal. I feel like a child about to be scolded.

Edward sat down, then frowned at her, his fingers drumming on the desk. ‘Well?’

Harriet blinked, taken aback by the contempt conveyed by that one word. ‘Why, I wished to make some enquiries on behalf...’ She faltered as his expression blackened. She gripped her hands together and drew a steadying breath. ‘On behalf of a friend of mine.’

‘A likely tale, madam.’

Harriet stiffened. ‘I can assure you I am speaking the truth,’ she said with as much calm as she could muster. ‘Why would you think otherwise?’

‘You stayed for two days and nights. With no chaperone.’

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