Nick frowned at his mare’s mane. “I’m behaving. She must be unhappy with you, Ethan.”
“Hush, Brother. We’re about to make our grand entrance. Will I do?”
“Will you do?” Nick snorted. “I have a bet with Miller that Lady Greymoor has invited at least a half-dozen eligible young ladies to inspect the widowed and wealthy Mr. Grey. You could have eight little boys, a hunchback, and a squint, and they’d be delighted to make your acquaintance.”
“You’re jaded, Nicholas.” Alice offered this reproof because Ethan was sitting noticeably straighter on his horse. “You narrowly escaped a Society marriage, so you can’t see simple neighborliness for what it is, and any young lady would be delighted to make Ethan’s acquaintance.” Every young lady with any sense, in fact, a thought which dimmed an otherwise beautiful summer day.
“Hah.” Ethan smirked at Nick, but Nick got even by assisting Alice from her horse and leaving his hands just an instant too long on her waist.
“Behave, Nicholas,” Alice said, “or I will tell the boys you want to spend the entire afternoon with them.” Nick’s hands dropped as if burned, but he was saved from a reply by the arrival in the stable yard of Lord Greymoor and a pretty, petite blonde.
“My heart.” Nick wrapped the woman in a careful, if enthusiastic hug. “The day just grew more fair as I gaze upon the visage of my dearest little countess.”
The countess extricated herself from his embrace with an exasperated smile. “Save that balderdash for your horse, Nicholas, who probably takes it even less seriously than I. Introduce us, please.”
Nick made a proper job of it, introducing first Alice then Ethan, then presenting the boys. If introducing the governess to such august company was unusual, no one remarked it.
Greymoor, dark-haired, blue-eyed, and of a height with Ethan, bowed over Alice’s hand. “I do not ride a mare upon whom I might practice my flummery. You’ll have to do with a simple ‘Lovely to see you again.’”
Lady Greymoor met Alice’s gaze. “Humor my husband, please. Nick started it, but don’t encourage him. Mr. Grey, we expect you to be a good influence. They are in short supply at this gathering. Now, Miss Portman, you must accompany me inside, where we will get you into something more comfortable than that habit, while the men start snitching from the desserts. Greymoor, our guests need libation, and somebody ought to find James, William, Pen, Joyce, and Rose so the children might get acquainted.”
She swept Alice toward the house by the simple expedient of linking their arms. Alice knew with a certainty the men were admiring the view of their retreat.
“You are no governess,” Lady Greymoor remarked as she led Alice into the house.
“I beg your pardon, your ladyship?” Alice almost stopped walking, but such was Lady Greymoor’s forward momentum that Alice was tugged along anyway.
“At least you’re not a tart, like Mr. Grey’s late wife,” she went on. “Not that a tart is necessarily a bad choice. Greymoor was something of a tart when we wed. His brother was a very bad example, and there were extenuating circumstances. Your clothing was sent up to a guest room.”
“You need not accompany me,” Alice protested. The woman was a countess, for all her youth, and the hostess of the gathering.
Lady Greymoor turned a charming and alarmingly determined smile on her. “I very much do, and I am to let you know Lady Warne will join Mr. Grey for dinner at Heathgate’s on Saturday. You’re to let Mr. Grey know, as fair is fair, and the men won’t see it done. What lovely hair you have—I’ve often wished I weren’t so infernally blond, but Greymoor claims we make a stunning couple.”
Lady Greymoor took down a green silk summer dress Alice had sent over with the coach. “We can’t tarry up here, since the menfolk are unsupervised and Mr. Grey a stranger among them.”
It took several minutes for Alice to change, and Lady Greymoor insisted on redressing Alice’s hair. All the while, Alice was subjected to a gentle inquisition.
“So how fares our Mr. Grey?”
“Are the boys going to public school? The oldest must be almost seven.”
“They never seem to ride out as a family, do they?”
Alice was soon in her green silk, her hair repinned, and her meager store of knowledge regarding Mr. Grey plundered. She did not tell her hostess his kisses were sumptuous and his smile worth waiting days to behold.
“Do not let my brother-by-marriage put you off with his consequence,” Lady Greymoor suggested, taking Alice’s arm to escort her through the house. “Heathgate is a man with eloquent eyebrows, but he can be intimidating, unless you’re family. Any questions?”
“I think not.” In truth, she had too many to choose one.
“Good.” Lady Greymoor grinned as they emerged onto a side patio. She took a look at the expression on Alice’s face and frowned. “You haven’t moved about much in Society, have you?”
“I’m just a governess, my lady.”
“Hah.” Her tone was firm and very uncountess-like. “Steady on, and I’ll find you safe passage, but the menfolk need to be dealt with. My lord?”
Lord Greymoor turned an amused smile on his little countess. “My love? I see Miss Portman is sporting that dazed, uncomprehending look so common to your new acquaintances. Let me take her around, and you can turn your wiles on Mr. Grey.”
“You’re a dear.” She rose on her toes and kissed her husband’s cheek. “I thought I was going to have to prevaricate.”
“Perish the thought.” Greymoor winged his elbow. “Miss Portman, you’ve yet to meet my cousins.” Alice was drawn away as she saw the countess marching off in the direction of Ethan and his sons.
“I really think I should see to the boys, my lord.”
“I see a braw young footman hovering with their kite, Miss Portman. Resistance will get you nowhere. My lady claims you are not a governess, and she will have her curiosity satisfied.”
“What are you implying, my lord?” Alice allowed a little starch in her tone, because coming from a man, the accusation might have a prurient connotation.
Lord Greymoor shrugged muscular shoulders. “We will have to ask the countess what she implied. You are certainly prettier than any governess I ever had.”
“They won’t wake up until tomorrow,” Ethan said as he regarded his sons, sprawled on blankets on the floor of the coach. “Davey will see them to their beds, and Clara will get them undressed.”
“They played and played and played.” Alice brushed a lock of hair from Joshua’s closed eyes. “You’d think they never knew people their own age existed.”
Ethan turned to his brother, who was hovering near the wheelers. “Will you ride back with us or join John on the box?”
“I’ll keep John company. I had rather a deal of that whiskey, and the night air will clear my head.”
“Then I am your escort, Alice,” Ethan said. “Our mounts should be ready by now. Nick, don’t wait up. I know you’ve an early start.”
“Until morning.” Nick saluted his brother then bent to kiss Alice’s cheek. “Sweet dreams, lamby-pie. Remind me never to oppose you at pall-mall again.”
“Grey?” The Marquis of Heathgate emerged from shadows near the stables. “A word before you go?”
“Excuse me.” Ethan nodded to Nick and Alice, and joined his host’s brother.
She waited by the horses in the gathering darkness until Ethan rejoined her, content to let the men talk business or breeding stock or whatever was too unrefined for her delicate, tired ears. The marquis—who did indeed have eloquent, dark eyebrows—took a polite leave of her, and Ethan boosted her onto Waltzer’s back.
Though whatever passed between the two men, it hadn’t been about imports or commerce. The rising moon revealed Ethan’s features to be cast in granite, as remote and cool as a statue’s. The horses were back on Tydings land before Ethan bestirred himself to speak, and while Alice was concerned for him, she also had to marvel that she was happy—happy, content, and relaxed—to be on a horse’s back.
“Tell me you at least had a pleasant time, Alice.”
“Pleasant enough. The ladies are nice, if a bit fierce.”
“I’m to join them again on Saturday,” Ethan said, “for dinner. I wish I could take you along. I found them a rather intimidating lot myself.”
He was being honest. Perhaps it was the spirits consumed in some quantity earlier in the day, but Alice found
