Lady Drusilla's Road to Ruin

Lady Drusilla's Road to Ruin
Christine Merrill

MAD DASH TO GRETNA!Considered a spinster, Lady Drusilla Rudney has only one role in life: to chaperon her sister. So when her flighty sibling elopes Dru knows she has to stop her! She employs the help of a fellow travelling companion, who looks harmless enough…Ex-army captain John Hendricks is intrigued by this damsel in distress. Once embroiled with her in a mad dash across England, he discovers that Dru is no simpering woman. Her unconventional ways make him want to forget his gentlemanly conduct…and create a scandal all of their own!

Mr Hendricks swore aloud, then said in a more moderate tone, ‘The upper classes are all quite mad. I had hoped for a time that you were proving to be otherwise, for your request to go to Scotland was within the bounds of possibility. But you are blessed with a stubbornness that is well outside the bounds of sanity, and a single-mindedness that could wear reason down to a nub.’

‘At least I am consistent, Mr Hendricks.’

‘You are that, My Lady.’

And then Dru tried something that had not occurred to her before, and dipped her head slightly, doing her best at a shy smile, as her sister would have done when trying to charm a man. Then she looked up at him through her long dark lashes. ‘I am sorry to have been such a bother. You have done your best to keep me safe, and I have much to be grateful for. If you can help me in this one last thing, I will see to it that you are properly rewarded for the inconvenience of it.’

He laughed. ‘So it has come to this, has it? You mean to use your wiles on me now that all else has failed.’ There was a strange pause before his response, as he stared boldly back at her in challenge. ‘And how might you reward me if I risk my neck for you?’

AUTHOR NOTE

When I sat down to write LADY FOLBROKE’S DELICIOUS DECEPTION I had a pretty good idea of the communication problem between the two main characters. But beyond that there was nothing but a grey area, and a lot of silence. If Emily had friends, she wasn’t telling me. And, other than drinking and fighting, Adrian didn’t seem to have much of a social life. The more people I added, the more likely these two were to come to an understanding before I could start their story. It was a conundrum.

And then John Hendricks arrived and sorted out my plot for me. As always, he was timely and efficient, hovering just on the edge of the plot, stepping forward when I needed him and disappearing when I didn’t.

It was a thankless job. But I had birthed him into an era when he had no reason to expect anything more than being a secondary character. And yet I liked him. I thought he deserved better. When he decided to storm off at the end of my last book I was eager to know where he’d end up.

And then I met Drusilla. And that explained everything.

About the Author

CHRISTINE MERRILL lives on a farm in Wisconsin, USA, with her husband, two sons, and too many pets—all of whom would like her to get off the computer so they can check their email. She has worked by turns in theatre costuming, where she was paid to play with period ballgowns, and as a librarian, where she spent the day surrounded by books. Writing historical romance combines her love of good stories and fancy dress with her ability to stare out of the window and make stuff up.

Previous novels by Christine Merrill:

THE INCONVENIENT DUCHESS

AN UNLADYLIKE OFFER

A WICKED LIAISON

MISS WINTHORPE’S ELOPEMENT

THE MISTLETOE WAGER

(part of A Yuletide Invitation)

DANGEROUS LORD, INNOCENT GOVERNESS

PAYING THE VIRGIN’S PRICE* (#ulink_25dfc422-7753-598a-b998-5e62b2665702) TAKEN BY THE WICKED RAKE* (#ulink_25dfc422-7753-598a-b998-5e62b2665702) MASTER OF PENLOWEN

(part of Halloween Temptations)

LADY FOLBROKE’S DELICIOUS DECEPTION† (#ulink_96ab7d68-9177-52fb-8b15-4cf06736315e)

And in Mills & Boon

HistoricalUndone!eBooks:

SEDUCING A STRANGER

TAMING HER GYPSY LOVER* (#ulink_25dfc422-7753-598a-b998-5e62b2665702)

* (#ulink_d24477f8-b9dd-543d-a20f-01337dfdec94)Regency Silk & Scandal mini-series

† (#ulink_9d30f1fa-7b40-5429-97fb-c2c03f67c617)linked to LADY DRUSILLA’S ROAD TO RUIN

Lady Drusilla’s

Road to Ruin

Christine Merrill

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Jim, James and Sean:

for holding down the fort.

Chapter One

John Hendricks took a sip from his flask and leaned back into his corner of the northbound mail coach, stretching his legs in an effort to take up as much space as he could before another passenger encroached on his person. After the week he’d had, he was in no mood or condition to be packed cheek to jowl with strangers.

Mr Hendricks, if there is something else you have to say on your hopes for my future, know that I decided on the matter from the first moment I laid eyes on Adrian Longesley. Nothing said by another is likely to change me on the subject.

The words were still ringing in his ears, three days later. And with each repetition of them the heat of his embarrassment flared anew. The woman was married, for God’s sake, and above his station. She’d made her uninterest in him plain enough. If he’d suffered in silence, as he had for three years, he could have kept his job and his pride. Instead, he’d been so obvious in his infatuation that he’d forced her to speak the truth aloud.

He took another swig from the flask. If the blush on his cheeks was visible in the darkness, better to let the others think it was from drunkenness and not the shame of unrequited love.

Adrian had known all along, of course. And would have allowed him to continue as a part of the household, if he’d not made such an ass of himself. But once it was out in the open, there was nothing to do but give up his position and slink away from London.

John’s feelings for his old friend rose in a tangle of jealousy, pity and embarrassment at his own behaviour. Despite all that had happened, he liked and respected Adrian, and had enjoyed working for him. But what did it say of his own character that he’d even consider stealing the wife of a man who would need her support and unwavering love as the last of his vision faded?

And how foolish did it make him to think that Emily would leave a blind earl for an unacknowledged natural son? He might have been an equal to Lord Folbroke in looks and temperament, but he had no rank, no fortune. And though his sight was better than Adrian’s, he could hardly call it perfect.

John slipped the flask into his pocket and removed his spectacles to give them a vigorous wipe. There was not a woman alive who would leave her husband for a man whose only asset was marginally better vision.

He stared sullenly through the cleared lenses at the two people on the seat opposite as though daring them to comment about his earlier drinking. When he had bought the ticket, he’d had some hazy idea that travelling to Scotland would be like venturing into the wilderness. It would be a place to heal the soul and the nerves in quiet and solitude. He had not allowed for the fact that, to arrive at this hermit’s paradise, he would be crammed into a small enclosure with the very humanity he despised. They had been rattling about the interior of the conveyance like three beans in a bottle for hours already. He felt the impact of each bump and rut in his bones, his teeth and his aching brain. The swaying of the coach was made even worse by the gusting winds and the rain that hammered the sides and tried to creep in at the poorly sealed window on his right, wetting the sleeve of his coat when he tried to relax against the curtain.

He thought of the coaching schedule, forgotten in his pocket. It was over thirty hours to Edinburgh and he suspected that, with the wet roads and the gathering darkness, it would take even longer than normal. Not that it mattered to him. He was his own man now, with no schedule to keep.

He wished that the thought cheered him. Thank God that he was still half-drunk. When the last effects of the alcohol had gone from his system, they would be replaced by the panic of a man who had destroyed his old life.

Hung over was no way to start a new one. But when he’d gone to the Swan with Two Necks, trying to buy a ticket out of London, he had been several gins past the point of making that decision and would now have to live with the consequences.