More Than a Mistress by Ann Lethbridge

‘What might you have in mind?’
    He grinned, and the sparks were once more hovering in the air. Attraction and interest. Not the searing fire of the previous evening, but it wouldn’t take much to set it ablaze.
    ‘How about a sleigh ride?’ He pointed to the equipage stored behind her phaeton.
    ‘In this weather?’ She glanced out into the courtyard.
    ‘When it clears.’
    ‘All right.’
    He hesitated. ‘Merry, I conversed with some unusual young women this morning. In my chamber.’
    She frowned. And then gasped. ‘Beth and Jane.’
    ‘I didn’t get their names. However, they seemed very…obliging.’
    ‘They didn’t…’ She covered her mouth with her hand.
    His lips wanted to smile. He held them in check. ‘No. They didn’t.’ But they would have, and she knew it.
    ‘Oh. Oh, dear. I must apologise. They are…housemaids in training. I should have told them to leave your room to Brian.’
    Housemaids in training. A new twist on an old profession. She must have seen the disbelief in his face. ‘I will speak to them,’ she said stiffly. ‘And if the weather breaks, we will go for a sleigh ride. In the meantime, I have some business affairs needing attention.’
    He imagined she did—but which business?
    ‘In the meantime,’ she said breathlessly, ‘please make free of the library where you will find books and a nice warm fire.’
    They stood in the doorway, looking out at the world turned into a white desert, the house barely visible in a sudden flurry of snow. He inhaled. She was right, snow did have a scent all of its own. Why had he never noticed?
    He took off his muffler and wrapped it around her neck and up over her mouth and nose. ‘Then at least let me escort you safely back to the house.’
    Over the top of the scarf laughter spilled from her blue eyes. She looked like some Far Eastern princess, saucily peeping out from behind a veil. Or she would, if not for the manly driving coat and the man’s felt hat.
    He grabbed her hand, tucked it beneath his arm and they began the trek up the hill. He liked the feel of her leaning on him for support. She wasn’t a fragile flower of a woman, but there was absolutely no denying her femininity.
    And today she was acting with the propriety of a duchess. He had the strong urge to unravel the puzzle he’d found. And part of that was learning who might want to cause her harm.
    He barely noticed the icy fingers of wind tearing at his coat, or the snow cold and wet on his face, because for the first time in a long time he was doing exactly as he pleased.

Chapter Five
    M erry hurried along the corridor. She knew why she was hurrying. It had nothing to do with talking to the women and everything to do with escape. From him.
    Not because she was attracted to him, because that part she could handle. Indeed, it was rather pleasant being looked at with desire. But it was the other part that caused her unease. Every now and then, when he looked at her with those intense dark eyes, she had the feeling he could see her innermost thoughts, whereas he seemed to hold himself very much at a distance because he really didn’t approve.
    The sooner he was gone the better.
    She pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked the door to what had once been the nursery. Voices from an open door let her know where she would find Caro and her charges. She entered the day room. Caro faced the two women sitting at desks along with Thomas, Caro’s six-year-old son, writing his letters on a slate. The women each held a book. Beth was reading, slowly sounding out the words. She stopped the moment Merry entered.
    Looking at the two women, one would never guess their original profession. Their faces shone with good health and cleanliness. They wore the modest practical clothing of the women who worked at the mills.
    ‘Good morning, ladies,’ Merry said smiling.
    ‘Good morning, Miss Draycott,’ they chorused.
    ‘Good morning,’ Caroline said. Her gaze held curiosity.