An Unlikely Debutante

She rolled her eyes, the first of many gestures he would have to persuade her to drop if she was going to fit in with the finest debutantes of the Season.

‘Your real name. I’m not going to go around calling you Lord Whitemore, am I?’

‘I certainly hope you are. That is the correct form of address between us.’ Alex, who had always prided himself on being relaxed and informal, felt decidedly conventional and old-fashioned around Lina.

‘What do people actually call you, though?’ she persisted.

‘Do you promise not to use it?’

‘Cross my heart.’

‘Alex. Well, Alexander, but I prefer Alex.’

‘I suppose I’m meant to curtsy when I greet you, as well?’ Lina murmured quietly.

‘We can work on greetings later. I’m sure I can fill a whole morning with the proper way to greet a gentleman.’

‘I’m quivering with anticipation.’

They reached the cider tent and Lina led him around the side to an open area that was partially shielded from view. Alex quickly rolled his shoulders, loosening his joints, before reaching up to undo his cravat and slip off his jacket. He caught Lina’s eyes lingering on him as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal tanned forearms before a group of men sauntered around the tent.

‘Ready for a beating?’ one of the older men sneered.

‘Pay him no mind,’ Lina called. ‘Raul fights fair, not like this devious coward.’

‘Watch your tongue, Lina, or I’ll watch it for you.’

Alex stepped forward, placing himself in between the older man and Lina. He had no desire to be her protector, but she was under his care for the next six weeks and he would not hear her spoken to in that way.

‘Can I not leave you five minutes without you picking a fight, Tom?’ Raul called as he rounded the back of the tent. The older man shot Alex a dirty look, but sauntered away, taking up his place at the back of the rapidly assembling crowd.

‘Are you ready?’ Raul asked.

‘Whenever you are.’

‘We fight until first blood.’

Alex nodded. It was all the same to him. The muscular gypsy squaring up opposite him was obviously no stranger to a fight; indeed, it seemed his preferred way to seal a deal or settle differences. Alex himself had learned to box at school and had thrown and taken a few punches in more recent years. Added to that his work with his horses kept him physically fit and quick on his feet. Although he didn’t expect to win this fight he was confident he would at least be able to leave with at least his pride intact. It wasn’t really about winning or losing anyway. Alex knew it was his character that was being tested, not his skill—whether he was the sort of man to stand and fight or run and cower.

Slowly the two men circled each other, both light on their feet and constantly moving. For Alex all sounds of the surrounding crowd faded to a distant hum as he concentrated fully on his opponent. Suddenly Raul jabbed, a blow that was made to test Alex’s reactions more than anything, and Alex easily blocked it before returning a couple of lightning-quick body blows that elicited quiet grunts from Raul.

Backing off slightly, they circled again. This time Alex struck first, a powerful blow to Raul’s face that the gypsy wove away from at the last moment. Alex’s fist connected, but the impact was glancing and put him slightly off balance. Raul took full advantage of the situation and began hammering down blows, forcing Alex to go on the defensive. He retreated, using his arms to protect his face, and felt the swell of the crowd behind him.

Sensing Raul’s confidence at victory, Alex allowed him one more punch before feigning to the left and darting right. Before Raul could recover, he delivered a hard blow to the other man’s cheek, followed by a left hook to the jaw. At exactly the same moment, Alex felt Raul’s fist connect with his temple and a tearing pain in his eyebrow followed by the warm trickle of blood over his face.

Both men backed off, lifting their hands to their faces. Both sets of fingers came away wet with blood.

‘First blood.’ Raul grinned, wincing as the movement pained his split lip. ‘For a toff, you don’t fight badly. Now, let’s drink.’

Allowing himself to be led to where the cider was flowing, amid handshakes and claps on the back from the dozens of spectators, Alex realised Lina was nowhere to be seen. She had a habit of disappearing—she was quick and nimble and seemed to weave with ease through the crowds. He supposed it was from a lifetime of working at packed fairs, but right now it was a damned nuisance; he wanted to finalise their arrangement and maybe just see that sparkle of admiration in her eyes.

‘You will look after her?’ Raul asked as the two men knocked back their cups of cider.

‘I will care for her as though she’s my own sister,’ Alex promised.

‘Then I have no more objections. No idea how you got Lina to agree, though.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘She hates your lot. Toffs. Always has...’ Raul paused, tapped his cup against Alex’s and grinned. ‘I don’t think you’re so bad myself.’

* * *

‘What a cosy little arrangement you’ve landed yourself in,’ Tom crowed, making Lina shudder as she caught a whiff of his horrific breath. ‘Whoring yourself out to a gentleman.’

‘I’m not—’ Lina caught herself and took a step back. It never paid to get into an argument with Uncle Tom.

‘Shall I expect payment today?’

‘He’s not paying me,’ Lina said.

‘Giving yourself away for free? Your dear mother would be turning in her grave.’

‘He has promised me gifts, certainly enough to cover the debt I owe you.’

‘I want the money.’

Lina shrugged. ‘I will just sell the gifts and then you can have the money.’

‘The deadline is still the end of the week, Lina.’

‘I won’t have the gifts for six weeks.’

‘Not good enough. I need the money now.’ There was a hint of panic in Tom’s voice that made Lina pause for a second.

She closed her eyes, steeling herself for the suggestion she was about to make, and then ploughed ahead. ‘If you give me the six weeks to raise the debt, I will pay you twelve pounds instead of ten.’

Uncle Tom regarded her thoughtfully. ‘Four weeks and I want fifteen pounds.’

Lina swallowed nervously, but still nodded. She didn’t exactly have a choice. She just hoped Lord Whitemore was generous in his gift giving.

‘And I want information.’

‘What information?’

‘Raul tells me you will be staying with this toff. You’ll be privy to his security arrangements, the layout of his house.’

A faint sensation of nausea started to build deep in Lina’s gut.