‘I am two and twenty,’ Chloe said. ‘I have had three Seasons and danced with you during all three.’ And you did a very good job of convincing me you were having a delightful time. ‘I did not take. I am much happier as a scientist.’
From Kit’s face she could see he was not at all surprised she had not taken. Had his charm when they had danced been simply good manners? He had been amusing, interested and…special when they had talked. Handsome, of course, but that was not why she had felt as she had. As I do. It was inexplicable, irrational, and somehow that had convinced her as nothing else would have done that she truly had lost her heart. An impossible daydream, of course, but at least she could help him out of this situation.
As Kit’s expression shifted from baffled to mildly pitying she tore her gaze from his face. ‘Where have I put those quills?’
‘The two in your hair?’
Oh Lord… Her spectacles slipped and Chloe looped them into the chain around her neck with one hand while she plucked out the quills with the other. Most of her hair came down.
‘Tell me, Lady Chloe…’ She found Kit standing right beside her. ‘…Why should you want to marry me?’ He lifted his hand and cupped her chin. His thumb brushed across the point, sending shivers down her spine and Chloe wondered what he would say if she told him the truth.
Because being yours is my dearest fantasy and now I can pretend, if only for a very little while?
Chloe was a rational woman. A scientist. Intellectually she knew she was unlikely to melt because a handsome man was caressing her chin, but it felt uncomfortably as though she was about to test the theory. She realised Kit had asked her a question.
‘You are in a difficult position and I can help you. James said you needed a prior engagement and a reason to keep it quiet. The scandal over my sister Penelope’s engagement would work. How could I be celebrating my own betrothal when poor Penny has broken off with Andrew White?’
‘Strong-minded lady, your sister.’
‘Of course! She found the beast having an orgy with Lady Isobel Jervis and she is still very upset.’
Kit released her chin. ‘That’s better. You had a smudge.’
Wonderful. ‘Thank you.’ I think. Her skin still tingled.
‘I agree your suggestion is feasible and would certainly convince Squire Woolmer, but what benefit is there for you?’
‘The knowledge that I had prevented an unhappy marriage taking place? The gratification of assisting an old friend of James’s?’
‘It seems rather a drastic way of offering help.’ His gaze moved to the stacks of books, the papers and the tray of rocks beside her chair. ‘Surely there is a gentleman who wishes to fix his interest with you?’ he asked. ‘I have no wish to be called out.’
‘There is no one else. You are perfectly safe.’ That brought the colour up over his cheekbones and she realised it must seem as though she doubted his courage. ‘I mean, there is no danger you would be hurting anyone.’
‘No? What about you?’
He was admirably scrupulous. ‘There is no risk to me.’ Liar.
‘Would we convince anyone?’ Kit still seemed doubtful. ‘What do we have in common?’
‘We don’t have to tell anyone except the Woolmers.’ He frowned at that, and she could see he might have scruples about the deception. They could discuss details later, but, after all, this would just be a temporary thing, until Antonia Woolmer fixed her interest elsewhere, and then they could discreetly ‘discover’ that they did not suit.
‘We are both intelligent and well-bred so Mr Woolmer would not be surprised at an engagement between us on, er…dynastic, grounds. Of course, people do say I am eccentric, but I assure you I have been trained to run a large household and I do not spend all my time hitting rocks with a hammer. He will see that I’m plain, and that might surprise him because you are known to be a high-stickler…’
‘You are no such thing.’ Kit frowned at her, doubtless searching for some feature he could compliment her upon and finding himself stymied by spectacles, wayward brown hair, freckles from being outdoors without a hat and, unlike her siblings, an undistinguished nose. ‘And I’m known to be what?
‘You must admit that you only flirt with the loveliest women.’
‘I —’
‘Thought I heard your voice, Chloe.’ It was James, head tilted to one side as he worked out who was in the room and where. ‘What are you doing? Keeping poor Kit from his brandy?’
‘Not at all,’ Kit said. He sounded a trifle strained, but that must be the effect of having to remain polite in the face of her proposition, instead of laughing his head off. ‘Lady Chloe, would you excuse us? I need to ask James’s permission.’
‘Permission?’ But she was of age and knew her own mind perfectly well and this was only pretence, after all.
‘About the matter we were just discussing, my dear.’ My what? But the flat of his hand, lightly against her back, urged her towards the open door. ‘We can discuss it again after dinner.’
And then she was outside, staring at the unyielding oak panels. Faintly she heard James’s voice. ‘You want to do what?’
‘I want to marry your sister Chloe,’ Kit repeated. He would never have thought of it, but now Chloe had suggested it, it seemed an ideal solution to his problem.
James sat down with a thump in the nearest chair. ‘Forgive me. But why?’
‘Because I hold her in high esteem, naturally. As you know, Antonia Woolmer apart, I was intending to find a bride this Season. Chloe has all the qualities I am looking for in a wife —’
‘And you just happened to be struck all of a heap by this revelation five minutes after telling me of your despair at being entrapped by the Woolmers?’ James did not sound pleased. Kit could hardly blame him. An earl for a brother-in-law was one thing, but no man wanted to think his sister was being used.
‘Actually, it was Lady Chloe’s suggestion,’ Kit offered. ‘I haven’t persuaded her, rather the other way round.’ Not very gallant, but this was James, after all. He’d understand.
Or not, apparently. ‘You are telling me she needed to persuade you that she was an eligible bride?’
‘No! Not at all.’ He must stop digging himself into this hole before the sides caved in. ‘Lady Chloe overheard our conversation. She proposed…suggested that we tell Woolmer of our engagement using her sister’s recent troubles as an excuse for not announcing it earlier. Naturally, I was reluctant to take advantage of her in any way.’ That could have been better put. The hole was getting deeper, along with James’s frown. ‘Take advantage of her generosity, that is. I think we would suit.’
And, surprisingly, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to him that they would suit. She was intelligent, well-bred, presentable. Well, she could be, if she stopped sticking pens in her hair… He’d been taken aback by the directness of her approach but he supposed she was tired of being the spinster sister. But he wouldn’t hold her to it, not if she got cold feet when she’d considered it at leisure.
‘I must talk with her.’ James shook his head. ‘I don’t understand this, she is rarely impulsive. Too much the scientist, I suppose. We had given up trying to persuade