familyâs involvement in horseracing.â Oh dear, had she gone too far with such a bald-faced lie? Probably, but he would never contradict her, not openly. âIn fact, you are a member of the Jockey Club, are you not? Were you inspecting the track?â
âI was.â That earlier shadow returned to veil his expression. âUnfortunately there have been a couple of small setbacks in the preparations.â A muscle in his cheek bounced. âI can only hope the Meeting will not be delayed.â
âOh, no, and here I have added to those setbacks by ruining the lovely landscaping along the approach.â She sighed with regret.
âHardly your fault, Miss Sutherland.â And yet his eyes narrowed as if he were taking her measure. She decided it wouldnât do to linger here any longer, with him scrutinizing her beneath the glaring sun.
But neither would it do to lose a heaven-sent opportunity. She glanced over his shoulder at the stands. âAs long as I am this close, may I venture a peek?â
That seemed to rouse him from his wariness. âWhere are my manners? Of course you may.â He offered his hand and helped her up onto the carriage seat.
As he turned the team in a wide arc, Holly laughed as if she hadnât a care in the world. âHow splendid, a private tour.â
âYou do realize,â he said over the grind of the carriage wheels, âthat the races donât begin for another two weeks?â Did she hear another slight note of accusation? Before she could reply, his eyebrows gathered tightly. âWhy providential?â
She blinked, well aware that for a redhead, her eyelashes were thick and dark and, when lowered, cast coy shadows over her cheeks. âYour nearly trouncing me to death? My sisters and I arenât here only for the races. We wish to acquire a racehorse of our own. I thought perhaps you could assist us.â
He drew back a little against the seat, his frown deepening. â You wish to purchase a racehorse?â
âCertainly. Is there a reason why not?â
âWomen donât typically own racehorses, Miss Sutherland. The Jockey Clubââ
âYes, I know.â She held her bonnet against the breeze. âThe Jockey Club has rules against women entering horses in the races. Then Simon will enter our horse. Surely that is allowed?â
âSpeaking of Simon, does he know you are here?â
âOf course Simon knows.â She released a chuckle to hide how much the question annoyed her. Was she a child that she needed a manâs permission before leaving home? âWhy, Lord Drayton, you sound as if my sisters and I were acting on the sly.â
She paused to gauge his reaction to that, but he gave no hint to his thoughts. He faced straight ahead, his profile squarely set as he maneuvered the horses through the narrow gap between the stands. âI only meant that the purchase of a Thoroughbred entails a good deal of practical experience and knowledge. There is much to consider.â
âIndeed, Lord Drayton. But I happen to know a fair amount about horses in general, and surely youâll be good enough to lend us the benefit of your expertise when it comes to Thoroughbreds in particular.â
âI should be honored, Miss Sutherland.â
He didnât sound honored. He sounded . . . wary again.
âFor instance,â she went on brightly, âwhich would you recommend: a seasoned racer or a colt?â
She put light emphasis on that last word just to see if he would react, but if she had expected him to flinch or gasp or incriminate himself in any way, he disappointed her with his calm reply. âThere are benefits to both. Generally, the sooner you wish to enter your horse in the races, the more experienced youâll want him to be when you make your purchase.â
The phaeton lurched where gravel gave way to lawn. The wheels hissed through the grass, and the shadows
William Sutcliffe and David Tazzyman