Lady Cecily And The Mysterious Mr Gray

And the wild part—the part that clamoured to challenge and to seduce and to take risks merely in order to show them—that was the hardest to control of the lot.

* * *

At the breakfast table the following day, Cecily eyed her brothers and her nephew with growing resentment. She understood why one or other of them had stayed close by her side throughout the previous evening—at least until Zach had left—but that did not soothe her exasperation. What was wrong with simply talking to the man? She ignored the whisper of her conscience, reminding her of their kiss. Her brothers did not know about that. They could have no valid excuse for treating her as though she were unable to exercise self-control when she had never given them any cause to doubt her.

She bit into her toast and marmalade, and chewed absent-mindedly as she considered ways in which she could see Zach again. All too soon they would all go their separate ways and, before then, she wanted—needed—to talk to him, to feel his solid support, to hear his quiet belief that she was capable of her own decisions and that it was not wrong for her to put her own needs first for once.

‘Thea?’

Thea looked up and smiled. ‘Yes, Cecily?’

She hesitated. If she asked to go with Thea to look at Star, for certain Vernon would find an excuse to accompany them, even though the men were currently planning to ride around the estate with Daniel, to advise him on agricultural matters. Mrs Markham, as usual, would spend much of her time with her husband in his bedchamber and Mr Allen, Rosalind’s grandfather, would no doubt join them after a late breakfast. He had struck up a friendship with Mr Markham and they spent much time together happily exchanging stories of the old days.

That just left Thea and Rosalind, which suited Cecily perfectly.

‘I thought I might stroll in the flower garden this morning, before it grows too hot, and I wondered if you might care to accompany me?’

Thea’s eyes lit up. ‘That will be fun.’ She turned to Leo and her freckled cheeks fired red as they often did when she spoke directly to him. ‘Do you think R-Rosalind would like to join us, yo—Leo?’

Thea was still uncomfortable being on familial terms with a real duke and the entire family found her uncharacteristic shyness around him completely endearing.

‘I am sure she will.’ Rosalind had not yet put in an appearance that morning and Leo rose to his feet. ‘I have finished here. If you will all excuse me, I shall go and ask her.’

He left the room and Cecily released her held-in breath. It was not easy to fool Leo, but at least the first part of her plan had worked. She hoped neither of her new sisters-in-law would behave quite so stuffily as the male members of her family—surely they would suspect nothing if she suggested a visit to the stables to see how Star fared?

* * *

‘I,’ said Rosalind, pausing to breathe in the scent of a blush-pink rose, ‘am under the strictest of instructions not to allow any...um...the word used, I believe, was intercourse—singularly inappropriate under the circumstances, I would suggest—between we delicate members of the fairer sex and Mr Gray.’

Cecily laughed, relief loosening the tension that had gripped her ever since the three of them had ventured out into the garden. She had watched from her bedchamber window as the four men clattered past the front of the house and down the carriageway earlier, and only then had she joined her sisters-in-law in the salon. Her fear that Rosalind would capitulate to Leo’s edict was unfounded...it appeared her sister-in-law had lost none of her spark since becoming a duchess.

Thea gasped at Rosalind’s words, looking stunned as her gaze swivelled between Rosalind and Cecily.

‘Are you shocked, Thea?’ Rosalind smiled and took her hand. ‘I did warn you before you married Vernon that it takes a strong woman to cope with a Beauchamp. It is merely a case of choosing your battles wisely, I find.’

‘You would dare to defy Leo? But he is a duke.’

‘He is a man first and foremost. And my husband.’ Rosalind strolled on, following the path Cecily had taken three nights before. Cecily hooked her arm through Thea’s and urged her on to catch up with Rosalind. ‘I support him as any obedient wife should...unless I think he is being unreasonable. And then I reserve the right to make my own decisions. And in this case—’ her hazel eyes glowed green in the sunlight as she turned her head and grinned at Cecily ‘—I find myself unconvinced by his rationale.’

They reached the square with the raised pool at its centre and there they paused.

‘And I have to say,’ continued Rosalind, ‘I am more than delighted to discover that our sister Cecily is more of a Beauchamp than I ever imagined.’