Kerry bluffed. âIf I thought for a second youâd haveââ
âHow dare you?â she roared, sending roils of smoke toward the ceiling.
Kerry backed up across the little bedchamber until his knees hit the narrow bed. He sat down and edged as far as possible away from this raging fury. If heâd still had doubts about her story, he was a believer now.
âThatâs right, cower. Cringe, you puny lordling. Where is the arrogant cynicism now? If I donât exist, why are your knees shaking? If you conjured me up from the depths of your depraved mind, why canât you conjure me into your bed? Why?â she ranted. âIâll tell you why, you boil on the butt of humanity. Because
I
, Miss Lucinda Faire, late of Fairview Manor, Derby, currently teetering on the brink of the River Styx, am in charge here.â
Lucy clamped a hand over her mouth, suddenly aghast at what sheâd said. Whatever happened to meek and dutiful little Miss Lucinda? She didnât recognize herself in this body, this virago, thisâ¦this bordello. This last restored some of her indignation, especially since she could see her outburst had finally penetrated his lordshipâs social veneer.
âI have been very patient,â she went on in a milder tone, âwaiting for you to see the error of your ways. Realizing that you are only a product of your times, and a male besides, I forgave your pride and pigheadedness. I have tolerated your insobriety, even your blasphemy. And I actually abetted you in your gambling, thinking that was the quickest way to set your mind on higher matters. But whoring? Whoring I shall not tolerate!â
By now Lord Stanford deduced that he wasnât about to be smoked like a kipper. Lucy needed him alive and kicking bad habits. He mopped his brow. âI, ah, did thank you for your assistance at the racetrack, you know.â
Lucy was not appeased. âYouâd better cherish your appreciation, my lord, for that was the last time. From now on, you bet, you lose.â She crossed her arms over her chest.
Even in these circumstances Kerry noticed her chest was particularly generous. He smiled. âCut line, Lucy, I didnât always lose, even without your help.â
âYou will now.â
Somehow he believed her, not that he wouldnât test her assertion at the first opportunity. âBut if I am not to support myself by wagering, how do you propose I live? Does highway robbery suit your notions of morality any better than gambling?â
âDonât be goosish.â Lucy was studying the room. Her nose wrinkled at the damp gray towel, the chipped basin and unmatched pitcher.
The earl stood up, trying not to be embarrassed in front of her at the dirt in the corners, the darned coverlet, and cracked mirror. This wasnât his house, after all, just because he visited. âNow who is being goosish? You must know
my
father wasnât any nabob, Miss Lucinda Faire of Fairview Manor. All he left me were debts and obligations.â
âAnd your heritage. Itâs past time you took up the reins of your responsibilities, my lord.â
âWhat, become a country squire?â
âThere are worse things.â
âNot for me there arenât. Oh, I enjoy the horses and the open spaces, but waking at cockâs crow and riding all day pall after a while. Furthermore, in case there is something you didnât know about my personal life, Stanford Abbey needs a major investment of funds just to make the mortgages, much less a living. Needless to say, without gambling I have no chance to find that kind of gold.â
âI do know you havenât yet tried hard work.â
He gave her a smile. âYou think gaming is easy? Besides, the abbey doesnât require another strong back, it requires a degree of expertise I havenât got.â
âThen learn,â she said in exasperation. âIf you can understand the rules
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