So be it. He would leave it up to her. Hayden issued a dare-wrapped dismissal. He let go of her hand and swept her a bow. “My regrets, Miss Priess. What you see is what you get. As you said, you came looking for an investigator and you found me. If you think you can settle for that, come back tonight.”
Come back tonight? Did he think her utterly naïve? Or did he still believe she was another desperate doxy eager to get into his bed? Neither of the options were flattering depictions of her character. Jenna was still fuming over his challenge when she arrived home. Hayden Islington was a cad. A heart-stoppingly gorgeous cad, but a cad nonetheless.
She’d come to him with an honest inquiry and he’d answered her with flirtation and innuendo, which to her shame, she’d not been unaffected by as much as she would have liked. If he’d meant his playful overtures to act as distractions, they’d worked to some degree. Hayden Islington was an undeniably handsome devil of a man with sharp blue eyes that weren’t afraid to laugh, a tousled, tawny mess of thick hair the color of wild honey and that mouth of his was quite possibly the wickedest mouth she’d ever seen on a man — not that she should have been noticing given the nature of her business. But she had noticed. With the merest of smiles, that mouth invited her to envision kissing those lips, or being kissed by them. Her imagination had taken that invitation.
If her business with him had not been so dire, she might have been derailed from her purpose altogether. He flirted quite nicely, quite expertly and what red-blooded woman with an ounce of fire to her didn’t appreciate that sort of attention once in a while. Once in a long while. That sort of attention could get a girl into trouble and well she knew it. She’d been too innocent for her own good once. Just once, but that had been all it took for her to learn her lesson when it came to handsome devils.
She’d naïvely not anticipated Hayden Islington would fall into that category when she’d sought him out. The fact that he did had taken her entirely unaware. She’d blindly focused on the stereotype that investigators were gruff, stocky, older men that were balding and smelled of odd, cheap places. But Hayden Islington had upended those notions the moment he’d stepped into the room, potent and masculine in all the best ways.
Even so, she should have been immune to those good looks and easy manners simply because she knew better. She neither wanted nor needed any part of what he offered with his flirtatious eyes and provocative innuendos.
Jenna pulled off her gloves and set them on the polished console in the hall, frustrated at herself for her reaction and with him for knowingly encouraging it. She’d just begun undoing her cloak when her brother Daniel stepped out of the sitting room, relief on his face at the sight of her.
“You have a visitor.” He mouthed the next words, “It’s Davenport.”
Jenna froze. Her foreman was here. That was dangerous. She didn’t want him to see her at her most vulnerable, in her own home with no one but a sick father and young brother. She far preferred to meet with him at the factory where there was no chance of her father catching wind of their situation and where there were reminders everywhere of who was in charge; her office, her desk. The idea that Davenport even thought he could call on her at home suggested he was starting to question her authority or worse, that he imagined he could take certain liberties, could aspire to a relationship with her that transcended employer and employee.
Jenna smoothed her skirts and kept her voice calm. “Thank you, Daniel. Why don’t you go upstairs while I talk with our guest?” Daniel would know what that meant. He was to go look after father, to make sure news of Davenport’s visit didn’t reach him, didn’t worry him.
She entered the sitting room and pasted on a polite smile with her greeting. “Davenport, what a surprise. I thought we weren’t scheduled to meet until tomorrow at the mill.” It was where she preferred to meet with him. At the mill she was surrounded by the trappings of her authority — an office, a desk. At the mill, her weaknesses weren’t exposed or perhaps the mill was public ground of a sort. Her home was private and he was an intruder here.
Davenport rose, belatedly remembering to play the gentleman. He might have been an officer in his previous career but he wore the manners of a gentleman like an ill-fitting suit of clothes. “My dear, you have been out. The cold has put some color in your cheeks.”
Not an intruder, an invader, Jenna amended. He dared too much with the appellation. “I am not your dear, Davenport. You overstep yourself.” She remained standing. This was a subtle battle for authority, fought with careful words and postures. To sit would invite conversation as would ringing for tea. She did neither. She wanted Davenport here as little as possible. Davenport was a tenacious man best left unencouraged. Tea or a chair would be all the opening he’d need to feel emboldened in his pursuit.
Where another man would have been put off by her rejection, Davenport merely ignored it and forged ahead with his conversation. “I came to see if there was any news of young Paulie.”
“I will send word if there is any news.” Jenna said coolly. It was an answer and a dismissal. Davenport knew it too. Something akin to anger flashed through Davenport’s eyes but was gone almost instantly, his face softening its hard features. He stepped towards her and she was careful to stand her ground.
“You don’t need to be strong for me.” His voice was low, private. It was a tone reserved for close friends or more. It was entirely inappropriate. “These are troubling times for you. I don’t pretend to know the depths of your struggles. You won’t share them. But I am here for you.” Another woman, a less discerning woman, might have found Davenport attractive. The features were there — the thick brown hair, the brown eyes that could be chocolate soft or agate hard, the strong line of his jaw, the brackets at his mouth that defined him as a man of experiences, who had seen something of the world.
However, Jenna did not find him appealing. He lacked a certain nuance, a polish to mark him as a man of distinction.
Oh, he aspired to distinction, but he did not achieve it. There was something indefinably coarse about him. He lacked a nobility of character. But he’d been an officer — even if a low ranking one — and he’d been available when her father had needed him.
“Let me help you.” He renewed his request.
Jenna offered a frosty smile. “You are my foreman, Davenport. It is not your place to help me.”
His features hardened. He did not like being put down by a woman although he tried to hide it. “I am your father’s foreman. What I am to you could be refined if you so wished. I am a patient man, Miss Priess. My offer stands.” He gave her a curt nod of his head and gathered up his coat to depart.
It was not the first time, he’d found her behavior displeasing. Neither was the first time he’d pushed his personal agenda despite it. Jenna waited until he was gone before she sat. Davenport’s ambitions were becoming problematic. He found her displeasing and yet he dared to put himself forward as a suitor. His efforts were not even subtle. He wanted the factory and he was willing to marry for it. If she gave him an inch, he’d take matrimony.
The door had barely closed when eager footsteps sounded on the staircase. Her brother clattered down the steps, his voice excited and loud in the quiet of their home as the questions began. “Did you see him? What was he like? How was the race?” Daniel was fourteen and he’d been furious that morning because she hadn’t taken him with her to see the notorious ice racer. “Were there any crashes?”
Jenna laughed at his exuberance. “There was one crash. A horse went down and Islington jumped it rather than give up the lead.” Her reaction to that event had been much like her reaction to the man; mixed. At the time, she’d wanted to be enraged over the foolishness of taking such a chance and at the same time, she’d not been able to look away. Daniel would have loved every moment of the drama. She wished she could have taken him, he had little enough excitement in his life but her business wasn’t suitable for a child and she didn’t want him to worry.
“Cor! He jumped over a horse? On ice?” Daniel gave