The Duke's Secret Heir

‘Thank you, I shall join you now.’ He glanced at Jamie. ‘After all, the sooner I become acquainted with this young man the better.’

She watched in horror as he opened the carriage door.

‘But there is no room,’ she said desperately.

‘Nonsense, there will be plenty of room if Master James will consent to sit on my knee. What do you say, young sir? You will be able to see much more if you are a little higher.’

Ellen had always been proud that Jamie was such a friendly, confident child, but now she found herself regretting the sunny nature that had Jamie climbing on to Max’s lap as if they had known each other for ever.

* * *

This is my son.

The words rang around in Max’s head as he helped the little boy on to his knee. He had known it from the first moment he had clapped eyes on the child and he had felt strangely relieved when Ellen had told him she had never married again. She had not tried to replace him in her life, or their son’s.

Their son. His heart lifted. This child would not be confined to the nursery as he had been. He would not be a cold, distant figure like his own father, but someone the boy could talk to, confide in. He found himself looking forward to the new role and it should start immediately.

‘Well, ma’am, I think you should introduce us,’ said Max, as they moved off.

Ellen narrowed her eyes at him. He knew she was put out by the way the boy had taken to him and could not deny a feeling of triumph. Ignoble, perhaps, but very satisfying.

‘May I present my son James to you, Your Grace? James, this is the Duke of Rossenhall.’

‘Duke,’ repeated James.

‘That’s right,’ Max smiled, surprised at the pride he felt to have this little fellow sitting on his knee. He glanced at Ellen and said quietly, ‘I wanted to thank you, for agreeing to stay.’

She was sitting very upright and gazing resolutely ahead. She said coldly, ‘Mr and Mrs Arncliffe are my friends. I am doing this for their sake.’

‘Mrs Arncliffe is Lottie’s mama,’ Jamie informed him. ‘Lottie is my friend.’

‘Is she?’ said Max. ‘Well, Lottie’s papa is my friend, too. We have known each other since I was your age. We were soldiers together.’

Jamie fixed him with his steady gaze.

‘I want to be a soldier when I grow up. I want to wear a red coat and bang the drum.’

‘Really? Perhaps I should buy you a toy drum, so you can practise.’

‘Not until we live in a much larger house. One with very thick walls.’

Max laughed at Ellen’s interjection. ‘Mayhap you are right.’ He hesitated. ‘Is my presence upsetting you, ma’am?’

‘Not at all,’ she said politely. ‘What is it you wish to say to me, Your Grace?’

‘Why, nothing of moment.’

She bridled at that. ‘I thought you wished to talk to me. Anyone watching will think that I—that you—’

He could not resist teasing her.

‘They will conclude I am, er, smitten by your radiance, ma’am.’

Ellen glared. Max could see she was about to make a blistering retort, but as she opened her mouth little James piped up.

‘What is smitten, Mama?’

‘I think you had best ask the Duke, Jamie, since he used the word.’

‘Witch.’ He mouthed the word at her over the boy’s head and received a very false smile in return. ‘Well now, let me see. Smitten means enamoured, besotted.’ He heard Ellen’s scornful laugh and added gruffly, ‘Not that that is the case, of course.’ He saw that the boy was looking confused and felt compelled to explain. ‘People will think I consider your mama very beautiful.’

‘Mama is very beautiful,’ stated Jamie.

Max’s good mood was evaporating rapidly. He had thought her beautiful once, before he had known her true character.