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Synopsis
A consummate rake pursues his perfect match in this charming new series featuring three of the ton’s most eligible gentlemen, set in the delightful world of bestselling author Ella Quinn’s much-loved Worthingtons and their extended family—where true love is the ultimate temptation . . .
Leo, Duke of Chandos, can't quite believe it. After many mistresses, and much mischief and merriment, he's fallen head-over-heels for his best friend’s sister, Lady Theo Vivers. Now that she’s come out, Leo is ready to give up his wild bachelorhood for wedded bliss. Yet despite his attentions, Theo regards him at best as a friend, —at worst, as a brother. Determined to persuade her otherwise, he perseveres through the Season’s most grueling social events . . .
Theo is quite aware that Leo is irresistibly handsome, charming . . . and decidedly unsuitable husband material. She also happens to know of his vow not to marry until he is much older. So, when a compromising folly leads him to announce they are betrothed, Theo dismisses it as the kind act of a friend—and assures him she will liberate them from the situation. Until then, she must play along—while hoping to interest two far more appropriate matches.
But between misunderstandings, romantic rivals, and a risky move that will put more than Leo’s reputation on the line, the time they spend together as an engaged couple begins showing Theo just how devoted—and tempting—this allegedly reformed rogue can be . . .
Publisher: Zebra Books
Print pages: 320
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Catching Lady Theo
Ella Quinn
Stanwood Place, June 1823
Leo, Duke of Chandos reached for his mistress while her friend kneeled between his legs. Having her friend with them was a present for him. It was good that she didn’t know he was going to dismiss her by next week. Pamela climbed on top of him, she reached back to adjust his pillow. Why was the pillow so flat and rough? The linens he kept at the villa were always soft and the pillows plump. Suddenly he was drowning in cold water. How did he fall into the water from a bed? And where were the women?
“Wake up.”
What the devil? Women never spoke to him in that tone of voice. He opened his eyes and drops of water flowed into them. “What is going on?”
A young lady stood over him with her hands on her hips. “You are supposed to be helping Charlie, not lying there as if you crawled into a bottle of brandy and forgot to crawl back out.”
He stared at her, trying to get his eyes to better focus. “You are shouting.”
“I am not. I am not even speaking loudly.” An evil look entered the lady’s lapis-blue eyes, which was all he could seem to see. “However, I will do if you do not get up. Immediately.”
“No!” Leo’s head was already throbbing. He didn’t need more pain. He pushed himself into a sitting position. “I’m up.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and her foot began to tap. He’d imagined a dainty foot encased in silk. But this one was shod in sturdy leather. “Not. Good. Enough.”
It was then that he noticed her chestnut hair flowed down her back in curls. “A schoolroom miss?” Finally, the rest of her came into focus. “You’re the one who beat me at cards.”
“And you are that duke.” Lady Theodora Vivers pressed her rosy lips together. “It does not matter. Rise now, or I will take other measures.”
Concerned over what “other measures” could mean, Leo scrambled to his feet. “Where am I needed?”
She regarded him as if he was a worm. “I will have a bath sent to you. You have half an hour to make yourself presentable and meet the rest of us in the drawing room. And brush your teeth. You smell like a still.”
Turning on her heel, she strode away. He’d never been treated like that in his entire life. He’d never been spoken to in that manner. And certainly not by a young chit. God help the gentlemen of London when she came out. She’d stand everyone on their collective ears. An image of fribbles standing in line to ask for her attention appeared in his mind.
No! She’s mine.
Blast it all. He was going to marry her.
He dragged himself to his feet and chased after her. “Lady Theo!”
She stopped and turned to face him.
“You could marry me.” He hadn’t planned to propose. It had just popped out. It must be his desire to make her his wife. “When you come out next year, of course.”
Her eyes widened, and she laughed. “You would hate being married to me.”
Leo hadn’t expected that. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I don’t know why.”
Lady Theo held up one finger. “You would no longer be able to drink to excess.”
She had a point, but he was becoming tired of the hangovers.
She held up finger two. “You would not be allowed your high-flyers, widows, or bored wives.”
He had a feeling if he had her it wouldn’t matter. But how the hell did a schoolroom chit know about that?
“Three.” The third finger came up. “You would have to actually do something with your life.”
“I do do things with my life. I’m a duke.”
“That is a rank with the possibility of an avocation. Not an occupation.”
It was a damn good thing he was now sober, or he’d never be able to work out what she meant. He was having a hard enough time as it was. “What else. You have two more fingers left.”
He rather enjoyed seeing her hands without gloves. “Oh, Good Lord grant me patience.” But she held up her fourth finger. “You would have to rise early.”
Not if he could keep her in bed. “Go on.”
“You are being ridiculous. Those are all my fingers. The other digit is called a thumb.”
She turned her back on him and left. He must speak with her brother, Stanwood, about her. Surely a match could be arranged.
Chandos Hall, Late March 1824
Leo opened his eyes. He could almost feel the water dripping down his face. Another dream of Lady Theo Vivers dousing him.
He’d been having the same dream for close to a year. During that time, he’d become more and more determined to marry her. To ensure he was correct in his choice of bride, he’d haunted the house of his friend Charlie, the Earl of Stanwood and Theo’s brother-in-law, when their enormous family met there and finagled invitations to Worthington Place, where she lived with her brother, also her guardian, Matt, the Earl of Worthington and his wife, Grace, the Countess of Worthington and children. All the while biding his time until she had her come out. And today was the day he’d go to Town and begin to court her. “Matson, what time is it?”
Leo’s valet poked his head from the dressing room into the bedchamber. “Just past five in the morning, your grace. We will depart at eight. The trunks have been packed; her grace, your mother, is prepared to depart. Everything is in order.”
For the first time in his life, Leo felt as if his being finally had purpose. He’d stopped drinking to excess, stopped gambling, although he’d never done much of that, and had not had a mistress since he’d left Town last June. He was ready to be the type of husband Theo deserved and her family demanded, and the type of man he wanted to be. “Excellent. I will break my fast in a half hour. Is Turner following us?”
Leo’s father’s secretary had changed his mind at least twenty times about whether to depart before or after Leo. “Mr. Turner will not be coming. He has decided to retire and left at sunrise. He said that he had prepared all the documents you required.”
“Damn.” Perhaps Leo didn’t need a secretary. Still, he couldn’t be bothered with it now. He trod to the wash basin. He didn’t think he’d ever been this excited to go to Town.
Precisely thirty minutes later, he entered the breakfast room to find his mother and her companion, a cousin, Mrs. Merryweather, already at the table. Mama glanced up. “Constance and I have decided to depart shortly. We will see you in Town. I have a great deal to do if you are to select a wife and wed this Season.”
Leo went to the sideboard, putting eggs and beef on his plate. Toast was already on the table. He took his customary seat. “Vouchers for Almack’s?”
“One of many things to which I must attend. I have heard from several of my friends, two of whom are Patronesses of Almack’s.” She chewed on a piece of toast and swallowed. “There is also Lady Bellamny’s soirée for young ladies just out. I will attend that to gather an idea of which ladies might be most suitable.”
Leo had debated whether to tell his mother about his decision regarding a bride, then decided against it. He’d come to know Theo over the past year and understood he must approach her with care. She would not fall into his arms simply because of his rank and wealth. He’d have to court her properly. He would attempt a shortcut via her brother Worthington, but that was likely to fail. “An excellent idea.”
“When we attend Almack’s do not forget that you can ask one of the Patronesses for permission to waltz with a lady who has not yet been approved.”
“What do you mean approved?” It was the oddest thing he’d ever heard. “I’ll wager that all of them have waltzed at country balls and assemblies as well as private balls. How else are they to become proficient?”
“Yes, my dear.” She cast an exasperated look at the ceiling. “This is only for permission to waltz at Almack’s. Not other venues.”
That made more sense. In that case, he’d ask for Theo. He’d be damned if another gentleman would have the pleasure of securing her waltzing privileges with his soon-to-be wife. “It seems like an idea someone invented to make the Patronesses more powerful.”
His mother shrugged lightly. She was the most discreet person he knew. Not even in private would she be coaxed into a dangerous conversation. She patted her lips with a serviette and rose. “We will see you in a few days.”
Leo had jumped to his feet the second she pushed back her chair. “I will see you then. I intend to stop by Stanwood Place on my way.”
“Of course, dear.” She bussed his cheek. “Have fun.”
“I will. You as well.” He inclined his head to her companion. “Have a pleasant journey.”
Theo tried not to bounce in her seat, she was eighteen now, as they approached Stanwood Place. Since the former Lady Grace
Carpenter, Theo’s sister-in-law, and Matt, her brother had married ten years ago. The Carpenter siblings and Theo’s siblings had become one large family. From the beginning they had decided to be brothers and sisters without distinction of blood. Stanwood Place was the main estate of Charlie, the Earl of Stanwood, the head of the Carpenter side of the family, and his countess, Oriana. Theo, Grace, Matt and their children, Gideon, Elizabeth, nine and eight years old, Edward and Gaia who were almost five-year-old twins, arrived shortly before luncheon. Mary, Theo’s closest sister, had been visiting Charlie, and Oriana, and their new babies for a month now. Theo hoped Mary would be ready to travel to Town with them instead of waiting for Charlie and his family to make the journey.
Charlie’s Great Dane Apollo met them at the door and glanced at the carriages. Soon a bark from either Daisy or Zeus emitted from a carriage built especially to carry them, and Apollo dashed to it.
Grace planned for her, Matt, and Theo to stay here a few days before continuing to Worthington House which was situated in Berkeley Square, Mayfair, London.
“Theo!” Mary rushed to them. “I am so glad to see you. You would not believe how much the twins have grown.”
Charlie and Oriana greeted Matt and Grace while Mary took Theo into the house.
“They are so adorable,” Mary continued.
A feeling of dread trickled down Theo’s spine. She smiled brightly. “Are you ready to go with us to Town?”
Her sister stopped walking and faced her. “I have decided to wait until Charlie and Oriana depart.”
“But it is my come out.” Theo tried to keep the desperation she was feeling from her voice. She and Mary had been inseparable since they were eight and five respectively. Ten years ago.
“I know.” Her tone was so kind Theo’s heart sunk. “It is your come out. I cannot participate. We both knew this would happen someday.” Mary linked her arm with Theo’s. “You will have fun shopping for your wardrobe. I will be in Town before your first events. And the rest of the family will be there as well. We have heard from the twins and Madeline, as well as Charlotte, Louisa, and Dotty. We will all be there for you.” Mary smiled. “Surely you know I would not abandon you in your time of need.” She led Theo upstairs. “Chandos was here for a few days. He left yesterday.” Mary was the only one Theo had told about her reaction to him when he waltzed with her during the Christmas ball. “He asked about you.”
“I am sure it was only to be polite.” As much as she wished otherwise, the Duke of Chandos had a reputation for eschewing any interest in young ladies. He would also make a truly horrible husband.
Mary lifted one shoulder and dropped it. “He didn’t say anything to me, but he was with Charlie for hours.”
“Perhaps I should delay my come out until you are able to be out as well.” No one in the family would be happy about that, but Theo felt as if she was being left alone.
“No. You will not.” Mary firmly shook her head. “We have discussed this before.” She hugged Theo. “It is your time. Everything will work out the way it is supposed to.”
“I suppose you are correct.” She tried to summon another smile and failed. “Let us go see the babies.” As was so common with the Carpenter side of the family, Oriana had given birth to twins. A boy and a girl, Lady Olivia Elizabeth Prudence and Charles Robert Edward, called Robin, Viscount Carpenter. Both of them had the Carpenter blond hair, but while Olivia had the same sky-blue eyes as her father, aunts, uncles, and many of her cousins, Robin had his mother’s amber eyes. Theo could not help but think that if she wed this Season, she too would have a child by this time next year. A vision of Chandos crossed her mind. Tall, broad shouldered, wavy black hair and moss-green eyes. He probably made all the ladies in Town swoon when they saw him. Yet as handsome as he was, he was not for her. She would be shocked if her brother would even allow the match. She must find someone eligible who met the qualities she wanted in a husband, and a rover was not one of them.
“Matt,” Charlie greeted his brother-in-law and former guardian. Due to some ridiculous law that married ladies could not be guardians of children, after Grace married Matt she could no longer have guardianship of her brothers and sisters. That was when Matt took guardianship. Charlie had been sixteen at the time. “You and I must speak.”
Matt glanced at Grace, who was now headed to the stairs with Oriana. “Lead on. I suspect they will be occupied with your children for a while.”
Charlie strolled to his study and waved his brother-in-law to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. Tea was served almost immediately. Once he’d poured, he fixed his gaze on Matt. “Chandos visited me recently. He wishes to wed Theo.”
Matt choked and reached for a serviette. “Did you have to tell me that after I’d just taken a drink? What the devil is he up to?”
“He says he’s in love with her.”
“Indeed?” Matt raised a skeptical brow. “I know he’s a good friend of yours, however, I do not think his is an eligible parti for Theo.”
“In the past I would have agreed with you.” Charlie would have even warned his old friend off his sister. “Yet, he has changed. He’s healthier. When he was here, he drank moderately. His conversation consisted of his estates and the improvements he was making. You’ve seen him over the winter. You must have noticed the changes?” He waited for Matt to take all that in. “And he has not had a mistress or any other woman since the main Season last year.”
“I can’t say that I have. He’s your friend after all. If what you say is true, that is a change.” Matt gave Charlie a hard look. “Did he do all of it for Theo? I have found that when changes are made for someone else, they rarely last.”
“I believe that’s part of it.” Charlie drained his cup. “Still, I got the strong impression that he did it more for himself. It was time for him to act like a responsible adult.” He selected one of the small sandwiches from a plate. “He plans to approach you when we arrive in Town.”
“Very well then. I will hear what he has to say.” Matt finished his tea and ate a sandwich. “Does Oriana know about Chandos’s intentions?”
“Yes. I told her after he departed. Strictly from her own observations, she believes he has matured.”
“Speaking of Town, when do you plan to arrive?”
“A day or two before Easter. The children will be almost six weeks old by then. Mary has expressed a desire to wait and come with us.” Charlie picked up a ginger biscuit. “Unless you have an objection?”
“Not at all. Theo won’t like it.” Matt’s lips formed a thin line. “But it will encourage her to engage with other ladies who are making their come outs.”
Charlie nodded. “Mary has been concerned about that as well.”
“She has always been an old soul.” Matt smiled. “I remember when she was five years old. She told me I’d made a mull of it with Grace and demanded to know what I was going to do about it.”
“I heard she’d been speaking with you.” Charlie chuckled. “I’m glad you were able to convince Grace to marry you. She planned to never wed.”
“That was the first time I had to work for something I wanted.” Matt blew out a breath. “I knew I’d never be happy unless I married her.” He grinned. “And then I learned that the rest of you came with her.”
“Thank God, it’s all worked out.” Charlie had been away at school, but his siblings had written to him expressing their support for the match. “Come. It’s time for you to see my twins. I’m a very proud papa.”
Matt stood. “I’m happy for you.”
“I am too.” In fact, Charlie had never been happier. They strolled to the hall and up the stairs. “Theo will make the right choice, whomever she picks.”
“Intellectually, I agree. The problem is that she was so young when my father died, I’ve been more a parent to her than a brother. I hope I can stand back and trust her.”
“You’ll do what’s right.” Charlie motioned to the nursery door. “You always have done.”
Theo, Grace, and Matt spent four days at Stanwood Place and gave in to the pleads of their two older children to be allowed to remain until their Uncle Charlie and Aunt Oriana came to Town. Mary insisted on staying in order to help with the new babies.
She hugged Theo as their brother and sister entered the coach. “I almost forgot to tell you that Sarah Pettigrew is looking forward to seeing you in Town.” Mary gave Theo one of her “significant looks.”
“You are the only other lady making her come out whom she knows.”
“I will make sure that she feels comfortable.” Tears pricked Theo’s eyes, and she blinked rapidly to dispel them. Mary took care of everyone. This was the first time they had not traveled to Town together. “I cannot wait until you join us.”
“I am looking forward to it.” Mary hugged Theo again. “You had better go. I will see you soon.”
Theo glanced out the back window as they left the drive. Mary stood there watching until Theo could no longer see her sister.
Grace leaned over and patted her knee. “I know you miss her, and she will miss you. However, you must remember that this is your Season. She still has three years before she can make her come out.”
“I know.” Theo took out a handkerchief and blew her nose. “And I knew this was coming. I just did not expect it to be so hard.”
“In some ways it is much like the time when Madeline and Eleanor wed before Alice,” Grace said.
Theo had forgotten about how unhappy Alice had been when her twin, Eleanor, and their sister Madeline had wed and left home. It seemed a very long time ago. Alice was so miserable that she almost married the wrong gentleman. At least, Theo was starting out alone. That had to be a little easier. “You are right.” She should have hugged Mary again and smiled. “Sarah Pettigrew will be there. That is one person I will know.”
Grace nodded. “I am certain you will become fast friends.”
“Yes.” Theo thought back to how Lord Pettigrew had attempted to deny Sarah a Season by claiming that she was betrothed to Charlie. Fortunately, it turned out that it was a lie. That was when Theo and Sarah had met and become friendly. “I believe you are correct. We must find Sarah’s address. When do we visit Madam Lisette? And when is Lady Bellamny’s soirée for young ladies?”
“I have their direction.” Grace grinned. “Fortunately, they have leased a house not far from us. You have your first fitting in two days, and Lady Bellamny’s soirée is in a week. That will give you time to have at least one suitable gown. I sent your measurements ahead. I also ensured that Sarah was invited to the soirée.”
“Excellent.” Theo was starting to feel better. Grace had thought of everything. Leaning back against the plush squabs, Theo resolved to have the best Season she could. She would find a gentleman who loved her and whom she loved in return. This was her Season, and she would enjoy it.
They spent that night at the inn they normally used, then continued on to Town in the morning.
The day after arriving Theo and Grace called on the Pettigrews.
“The Countess of Worthington and Lady Theodora Vivers,” the butler intoned as he led them to the parlor.
“Theo!” Sarah jumped up and ran to Theo as Lady Pettigrew admonished her daughter for her exuberance. “I am so glad you are here. I do not know anyone else and some of the other ladies I encountered have not been welcoming.”
Humph. That was not at all acceptable. “I am happy you are here as well.” Theo twined her arm with Sarah’s. “Let us make plans.” Theo recalled all the places she saw during her times in Town. “There are so many things to do. Before the Season begins, we should visit the Tower, and some of the museums, as well as Burlington Arcade. My older sisters said it is the best inexpensive shopping for items such as fans, hair combs, and so many other things. Pin money”—she raised a brow—“only goes so far.”
“That is so true.” Sarah clapped her hands together. “It seemed to last forever at home, but I imagine London is much more expensive.”
“That is exactly what my sisters said. And you require more things. We are no longer in the schoolroom.” Theo was glad she had come, and she was determined to discover who the unkind ladies were. “And we must visit Davis’s Amphitheatre where they have trick horse riders. We shall have so much fun!”
She turned to Grace. “What else do we have to look forward to?”
“We must not forget the theater and opera. However, Vauxhall will wait until later,” she said. “To which modiste are you giving your custom?” she asked Lady Pettigrew.
The lady heaved a sigh. “That is a question we have not resolved.” She pulled a face. “Apparently, the one who made my gowns is no longer in business, and the others to which I have been recommended do not have time.”
Grace pressed her lips together. “Allow me to see what I can do.
I will notify you soon.”
As their fifteen minutes was at an end, she and Theo rose. Theo took Sarah’s hands. “Would you like to ride in the Park tomorrow morning early? Did you bring your hack?”
“Yes, thank you, and I did. At what time should we meet?”
“Very early.” Theo was grateful that she could have a good ride in the Park. Unfortunately, they must leave no later than daybreak. “Be ready just before sunup. I will come by for you.”
Sarah nodded excitedly. “I will be ready. If I am not, feel free to roust me from my bed.”
“I will do exactly that. I love a good ride in the morning.” Theo hugged her friend again.
Grace addressed Lady Pettigrew. “Theo will have a groom with her.”
Her ladyship’s lips tilted up. “Thank you. I will send one with Sarah as well.”
“I will escort them to the door,” Sarah said. “I look forward to tomorrow morning.”
“As do I.” Theo patted her friend’s hand. “We will have an excellent Season.”
“Yes. We will.” Sarah smiled broadly.
When they reached the door, a Worthington footman was waiting to escort them to the carriage. Once they had been handed inside, Theo turned to Grace. “Why would other young ladies be cruel to Sarah?”
“I have never understood the reason some people cannot be kind.” She slowly shook her head. “What is more important is that you befriend other young ladies who have been made to feel badly.”
“I will do that.” Theo knew it was what her family expected of her. “I am glad we visited them.”
“I am too.” Her sister smiled. “I want you to know that there is no reason to think you must marry. We all expect you to wed the right gentleman for you, even if it takes more than one Season.”
Theo did know that. All her siblings had reinforced that opinion. Yet, other than Grace, who had not really had a Season, all of them had found their spouses in their first Season. Theo would as well. She had a feeling that she would. When they arrived home, she sent a message to the stables that she wanted Epione, her mare, ready early the next morning. Theo took a deep breath. Mary had been right. All Theo had to do was to enjoy her Season. All would be well.
Leo had been taking care of the accounts when his butler knocked and entered the study. “Your grace, Lord and Lady Worthington, and Lady Theodora have arrived in Town.”
“Thank you, Hoover. Please ascertain if Lady Theo plans to ride tomorrow morning. If so, have Asclepius readied at daybreak.” Her sisters had all ridden at dawn when they’d been out. It stood to reason Theo would do the same. Thankfully, Leo did not need to wait for an introduction before approaching her.
“Yes, your grace.” His butler bowed and left.
It was now time to start planning his campaign. During the past year, in addition to ensuring that Theo was the right wife for him, he’d spoken with her brothers-in-law about their courtships. Worthington ladies, whether they were Carpenters or Viverses, were notoriously difficult to court. From the Marquis of St. Albans, who was married to Alice, Leo had learned to discover her favorite flowers and other things. The Marquis of Montagu, wed to Eleanor, told Leo not to pretend about who he was. He must be himself. The Duke of Rothwell, married to Louisa, said not to lie to her. At. All. The Marquis of Kenilworth, wed to Charlotte, explained in a wry tone that she would not be compromised into marriage. That seemed strange to Leo, but the ladies were all extremely strong-willed and supported by their family. Harry Stern and Phinn Carter-Woods, married to Madeline and Augusta respectively, had been no help at all. The only problem Stern had was his future mother-in-law, which difficulty had been easily overcome, and Carter-Woods had chased Augusta across Europe because she wanted a university degree. Which she now had. Yet, despite all the advice, Leo still felt as if he was not exactly sure what his future bride wanted or how to pursue her. And that was not a feeling a duke liked to have. Surety had been bred in him. He was to always know what was needed. He lifted the one glass of brandy he allowed himself and sipped. He was missing something. What the devil was it? And he’d promised Charlie that Theo would have her come out ball before Leo courted her in earnest.
The next morning, he rode out to the Park and searched for Theo. Finally, he found her in the company of another lady returning from the Serpentine. Drat. He’d been late. Trotting up to them he lifted his hat. “Ladies, good morning.”
Theo gracefully inclined her head. “Your grace. What a surprise to see you up at so early an hour.” Turning in her saddle, she addressed the other lady. “Sarah, you remember the Duke of Chandos? You danced with him last year at Lady Stern’s ball.” Theo raised one dark brow. “Chandos, you, of course, will recall Miss Pettigrew.”
Theo was good. She’d make the perfect duchess. He had a vague memory of being made to dance with multiple ladies at an assembly of some sort and later at the ball, but he never would have remembered the chit’s name. He bowed. “Indeed, I do.” Good Lord, she was making her come out. With Theo. He cut her a look, then smiled and bowed to Miss Pettigrew. “Naturally, I remember. I hope you are enjoying your time in Town.”
The lady giggled. Lightly. But it was still a giggle. “It is delightful seeing you again, your grace.”
“Ah, yes.” He kept his smile in place. A groom rode up, and Theo inclined her head. “You. . .
Leo, Duke of Chandos reached for his mistress while her friend kneeled between his legs. Having her friend with them was a present for him. It was good that she didn’t know he was going to dismiss her by next week. Pamela climbed on top of him, she reached back to adjust his pillow. Why was the pillow so flat and rough? The linens he kept at the villa were always soft and the pillows plump. Suddenly he was drowning in cold water. How did he fall into the water from a bed? And where were the women?
“Wake up.”
What the devil? Women never spoke to him in that tone of voice. He opened his eyes and drops of water flowed into them. “What is going on?”
A young lady stood over him with her hands on her hips. “You are supposed to be helping Charlie, not lying there as if you crawled into a bottle of brandy and forgot to crawl back out.”
He stared at her, trying to get his eyes to better focus. “You are shouting.”
“I am not. I am not even speaking loudly.” An evil look entered the lady’s lapis-blue eyes, which was all he could seem to see. “However, I will do if you do not get up. Immediately.”
“No!” Leo’s head was already throbbing. He didn’t need more pain. He pushed himself into a sitting position. “I’m up.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and her foot began to tap. He’d imagined a dainty foot encased in silk. But this one was shod in sturdy leather. “Not. Good. Enough.”
It was then that he noticed her chestnut hair flowed down her back in curls. “A schoolroom miss?” Finally, the rest of her came into focus. “You’re the one who beat me at cards.”
“And you are that duke.” Lady Theodora Vivers pressed her rosy lips together. “It does not matter. Rise now, or I will take other measures.”
Concerned over what “other measures” could mean, Leo scrambled to his feet. “Where am I needed?”
She regarded him as if he was a worm. “I will have a bath sent to you. You have half an hour to make yourself presentable and meet the rest of us in the drawing room. And brush your teeth. You smell like a still.”
Turning on her heel, she strode away. He’d never been treated like that in his entire life. He’d never been spoken to in that manner. And certainly not by a young chit. God help the gentlemen of London when she came out. She’d stand everyone on their collective ears. An image of fribbles standing in line to ask for her attention appeared in his mind.
No! She’s mine.
Blast it all. He was going to marry her.
He dragged himself to his feet and chased after her. “Lady Theo!”
She stopped and turned to face him.
“You could marry me.” He hadn’t planned to propose. It had just popped out. It must be his desire to make her his wife. “When you come out next year, of course.”
Her eyes widened, and she laughed. “You would hate being married to me.”
Leo hadn’t expected that. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I don’t know why.”
Lady Theo held up one finger. “You would no longer be able to drink to excess.”
She had a point, but he was becoming tired of the hangovers.
She held up finger two. “You would not be allowed your high-flyers, widows, or bored wives.”
He had a feeling if he had her it wouldn’t matter. But how the hell did a schoolroom chit know about that?
“Three.” The third finger came up. “You would have to actually do something with your life.”
“I do do things with my life. I’m a duke.”
“That is a rank with the possibility of an avocation. Not an occupation.”
It was a damn good thing he was now sober, or he’d never be able to work out what she meant. He was having a hard enough time as it was. “What else. You have two more fingers left.”
He rather enjoyed seeing her hands without gloves. “Oh, Good Lord grant me patience.” But she held up her fourth finger. “You would have to rise early.”
Not if he could keep her in bed. “Go on.”
“You are being ridiculous. Those are all my fingers. The other digit is called a thumb.”
She turned her back on him and left. He must speak with her brother, Stanwood, about her. Surely a match could be arranged.
Chandos Hall, Late March 1824
Leo opened his eyes. He could almost feel the water dripping down his face. Another dream of Lady Theo Vivers dousing him.
He’d been having the same dream for close to a year. During that time, he’d become more and more determined to marry her. To ensure he was correct in his choice of bride, he’d haunted the house of his friend Charlie, the Earl of Stanwood and Theo’s brother-in-law, when their enormous family met there and finagled invitations to Worthington Place, where she lived with her brother, also her guardian, Matt, the Earl of Worthington and his wife, Grace, the Countess of Worthington and children. All the while biding his time until she had her come out. And today was the day he’d go to Town and begin to court her. “Matson, what time is it?”
Leo’s valet poked his head from the dressing room into the bedchamber. “Just past five in the morning, your grace. We will depart at eight. The trunks have been packed; her grace, your mother, is prepared to depart. Everything is in order.”
For the first time in his life, Leo felt as if his being finally had purpose. He’d stopped drinking to excess, stopped gambling, although he’d never done much of that, and had not had a mistress since he’d left Town last June. He was ready to be the type of husband Theo deserved and her family demanded, and the type of man he wanted to be. “Excellent. I will break my fast in a half hour. Is Turner following us?”
Leo’s father’s secretary had changed his mind at least twenty times about whether to depart before or after Leo. “Mr. Turner will not be coming. He has decided to retire and left at sunrise. He said that he had prepared all the documents you required.”
“Damn.” Perhaps Leo didn’t need a secretary. Still, he couldn’t be bothered with it now. He trod to the wash basin. He didn’t think he’d ever been this excited to go to Town.
Precisely thirty minutes later, he entered the breakfast room to find his mother and her companion, a cousin, Mrs. Merryweather, already at the table. Mama glanced up. “Constance and I have decided to depart shortly. We will see you in Town. I have a great deal to do if you are to select a wife and wed this Season.”
Leo went to the sideboard, putting eggs and beef on his plate. Toast was already on the table. He took his customary seat. “Vouchers for Almack’s?”
“One of many things to which I must attend. I have heard from several of my friends, two of whom are Patronesses of Almack’s.” She chewed on a piece of toast and swallowed. “There is also Lady Bellamny’s soirée for young ladies just out. I will attend that to gather an idea of which ladies might be most suitable.”
Leo had debated whether to tell his mother about his decision regarding a bride, then decided against it. He’d come to know Theo over the past year and understood he must approach her with care. She would not fall into his arms simply because of his rank and wealth. He’d have to court her properly. He would attempt a shortcut via her brother Worthington, but that was likely to fail. “An excellent idea.”
“When we attend Almack’s do not forget that you can ask one of the Patronesses for permission to waltz with a lady who has not yet been approved.”
“What do you mean approved?” It was the oddest thing he’d ever heard. “I’ll wager that all of them have waltzed at country balls and assemblies as well as private balls. How else are they to become proficient?”
“Yes, my dear.” She cast an exasperated look at the ceiling. “This is only for permission to waltz at Almack’s. Not other venues.”
That made more sense. In that case, he’d ask for Theo. He’d be damned if another gentleman would have the pleasure of securing her waltzing privileges with his soon-to-be wife. “It seems like an idea someone invented to make the Patronesses more powerful.”
His mother shrugged lightly. She was the most discreet person he knew. Not even in private would she be coaxed into a dangerous conversation. She patted her lips with a serviette and rose. “We will see you in a few days.”
Leo had jumped to his feet the second she pushed back her chair. “I will see you then. I intend to stop by Stanwood Place on my way.”
“Of course, dear.” She bussed his cheek. “Have fun.”
“I will. You as well.” He inclined his head to her companion. “Have a pleasant journey.”
Theo tried not to bounce in her seat, she was eighteen now, as they approached Stanwood Place. Since the former Lady Grace
Carpenter, Theo’s sister-in-law, and Matt, her brother had married ten years ago. The Carpenter siblings and Theo’s siblings had become one large family. From the beginning they had decided to be brothers and sisters without distinction of blood. Stanwood Place was the main estate of Charlie, the Earl of Stanwood, the head of the Carpenter side of the family, and his countess, Oriana. Theo, Grace, Matt and their children, Gideon, Elizabeth, nine and eight years old, Edward and Gaia who were almost five-year-old twins, arrived shortly before luncheon. Mary, Theo’s closest sister, had been visiting Charlie, and Oriana, and their new babies for a month now. Theo hoped Mary would be ready to travel to Town with them instead of waiting for Charlie and his family to make the journey.
Charlie’s Great Dane Apollo met them at the door and glanced at the carriages. Soon a bark from either Daisy or Zeus emitted from a carriage built especially to carry them, and Apollo dashed to it.
Grace planned for her, Matt, and Theo to stay here a few days before continuing to Worthington House which was situated in Berkeley Square, Mayfair, London.
“Theo!” Mary rushed to them. “I am so glad to see you. You would not believe how much the twins have grown.”
Charlie and Oriana greeted Matt and Grace while Mary took Theo into the house.
“They are so adorable,” Mary continued.
A feeling of dread trickled down Theo’s spine. She smiled brightly. “Are you ready to go with us to Town?”
Her sister stopped walking and faced her. “I have decided to wait until Charlie and Oriana depart.”
“But it is my come out.” Theo tried to keep the desperation she was feeling from her voice. She and Mary had been inseparable since they were eight and five respectively. Ten years ago.
“I know.” Her tone was so kind Theo’s heart sunk. “It is your come out. I cannot participate. We both knew this would happen someday.” Mary linked her arm with Theo’s. “You will have fun shopping for your wardrobe. I will be in Town before your first events. And the rest of the family will be there as well. We have heard from the twins and Madeline, as well as Charlotte, Louisa, and Dotty. We will all be there for you.” Mary smiled. “Surely you know I would not abandon you in your time of need.” She led Theo upstairs. “Chandos was here for a few days. He left yesterday.” Mary was the only one Theo had told about her reaction to him when he waltzed with her during the Christmas ball. “He asked about you.”
“I am sure it was only to be polite.” As much as she wished otherwise, the Duke of Chandos had a reputation for eschewing any interest in young ladies. He would also make a truly horrible husband.
Mary lifted one shoulder and dropped it. “He didn’t say anything to me, but he was with Charlie for hours.”
“Perhaps I should delay my come out until you are able to be out as well.” No one in the family would be happy about that, but Theo felt as if she was being left alone.
“No. You will not.” Mary firmly shook her head. “We have discussed this before.” She hugged Theo. “It is your time. Everything will work out the way it is supposed to.”
“I suppose you are correct.” She tried to summon another smile and failed. “Let us go see the babies.” As was so common with the Carpenter side of the family, Oriana had given birth to twins. A boy and a girl, Lady Olivia Elizabeth Prudence and Charles Robert Edward, called Robin, Viscount Carpenter. Both of them had the Carpenter blond hair, but while Olivia had the same sky-blue eyes as her father, aunts, uncles, and many of her cousins, Robin had his mother’s amber eyes. Theo could not help but think that if she wed this Season, she too would have a child by this time next year. A vision of Chandos crossed her mind. Tall, broad shouldered, wavy black hair and moss-green eyes. He probably made all the ladies in Town swoon when they saw him. Yet as handsome as he was, he was not for her. She would be shocked if her brother would even allow the match. She must find someone eligible who met the qualities she wanted in a husband, and a rover was not one of them.
“Matt,” Charlie greeted his brother-in-law and former guardian. Due to some ridiculous law that married ladies could not be guardians of children, after Grace married Matt she could no longer have guardianship of her brothers and sisters. That was when Matt took guardianship. Charlie had been sixteen at the time. “You and I must speak.”
Matt glanced at Grace, who was now headed to the stairs with Oriana. “Lead on. I suspect they will be occupied with your children for a while.”
Charlie strolled to his study and waved his brother-in-law to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. Tea was served almost immediately. Once he’d poured, he fixed his gaze on Matt. “Chandos visited me recently. He wishes to wed Theo.”
Matt choked and reached for a serviette. “Did you have to tell me that after I’d just taken a drink? What the devil is he up to?”
“He says he’s in love with her.”
“Indeed?” Matt raised a skeptical brow. “I know he’s a good friend of yours, however, I do not think his is an eligible parti for Theo.”
“In the past I would have agreed with you.” Charlie would have even warned his old friend off his sister. “Yet, he has changed. He’s healthier. When he was here, he drank moderately. His conversation consisted of his estates and the improvements he was making. You’ve seen him over the winter. You must have noticed the changes?” He waited for Matt to take all that in. “And he has not had a mistress or any other woman since the main Season last year.”
“I can’t say that I have. He’s your friend after all. If what you say is true, that is a change.” Matt gave Charlie a hard look. “Did he do all of it for Theo? I have found that when changes are made for someone else, they rarely last.”
“I believe that’s part of it.” Charlie drained his cup. “Still, I got the strong impression that he did it more for himself. It was time for him to act like a responsible adult.” He selected one of the small sandwiches from a plate. “He plans to approach you when we arrive in Town.”
“Very well then. I will hear what he has to say.” Matt finished his tea and ate a sandwich. “Does Oriana know about Chandos’s intentions?”
“Yes. I told her after he departed. Strictly from her own observations, she believes he has matured.”
“Speaking of Town, when do you plan to arrive?”
“A day or two before Easter. The children will be almost six weeks old by then. Mary has expressed a desire to wait and come with us.” Charlie picked up a ginger biscuit. “Unless you have an objection?”
“Not at all. Theo won’t like it.” Matt’s lips formed a thin line. “But it will encourage her to engage with other ladies who are making their come outs.”
Charlie nodded. “Mary has been concerned about that as well.”
“She has always been an old soul.” Matt smiled. “I remember when she was five years old. She told me I’d made a mull of it with Grace and demanded to know what I was going to do about it.”
“I heard she’d been speaking with you.” Charlie chuckled. “I’m glad you were able to convince Grace to marry you. She planned to never wed.”
“That was the first time I had to work for something I wanted.” Matt blew out a breath. “I knew I’d never be happy unless I married her.” He grinned. “And then I learned that the rest of you came with her.”
“Thank God, it’s all worked out.” Charlie had been away at school, but his siblings had written to him expressing their support for the match. “Come. It’s time for you to see my twins. I’m a very proud papa.”
Matt stood. “I’m happy for you.”
“I am too.” In fact, Charlie had never been happier. They strolled to the hall and up the stairs. “Theo will make the right choice, whomever she picks.”
“Intellectually, I agree. The problem is that she was so young when my father died, I’ve been more a parent to her than a brother. I hope I can stand back and trust her.”
“You’ll do what’s right.” Charlie motioned to the nursery door. “You always have done.”
Theo, Grace, and Matt spent four days at Stanwood Place and gave in to the pleads of their two older children to be allowed to remain until their Uncle Charlie and Aunt Oriana came to Town. Mary insisted on staying in order to help with the new babies.
She hugged Theo as their brother and sister entered the coach. “I almost forgot to tell you that Sarah Pettigrew is looking forward to seeing you in Town.” Mary gave Theo one of her “significant looks.”
“You are the only other lady making her come out whom she knows.”
“I will make sure that she feels comfortable.” Tears pricked Theo’s eyes, and she blinked rapidly to dispel them. Mary took care of everyone. This was the first time they had not traveled to Town together. “I cannot wait until you join us.”
“I am looking forward to it.” Mary hugged Theo again. “You had better go. I will see you soon.”
Theo glanced out the back window as they left the drive. Mary stood there watching until Theo could no longer see her sister.
Grace leaned over and patted her knee. “I know you miss her, and she will miss you. However, you must remember that this is your Season. She still has three years before she can make her come out.”
“I know.” Theo took out a handkerchief and blew her nose. “And I knew this was coming. I just did not expect it to be so hard.”
“In some ways it is much like the time when Madeline and Eleanor wed before Alice,” Grace said.
Theo had forgotten about how unhappy Alice had been when her twin, Eleanor, and their sister Madeline had wed and left home. It seemed a very long time ago. Alice was so miserable that she almost married the wrong gentleman. At least, Theo was starting out alone. That had to be a little easier. “You are right.” She should have hugged Mary again and smiled. “Sarah Pettigrew will be there. That is one person I will know.”
Grace nodded. “I am certain you will become fast friends.”
“Yes.” Theo thought back to how Lord Pettigrew had attempted to deny Sarah a Season by claiming that she was betrothed to Charlie. Fortunately, it turned out that it was a lie. That was when Theo and Sarah had met and become friendly. “I believe you are correct. We must find Sarah’s address. When do we visit Madam Lisette? And when is Lady Bellamny’s soirée for young ladies?”
“I have their direction.” Grace grinned. “Fortunately, they have leased a house not far from us. You have your first fitting in two days, and Lady Bellamny’s soirée is in a week. That will give you time to have at least one suitable gown. I sent your measurements ahead. I also ensured that Sarah was invited to the soirée.”
“Excellent.” Theo was starting to feel better. Grace had thought of everything. Leaning back against the plush squabs, Theo resolved to have the best Season she could. She would find a gentleman who loved her and whom she loved in return. This was her Season, and she would enjoy it.
They spent that night at the inn they normally used, then continued on to Town in the morning.
The day after arriving Theo and Grace called on the Pettigrews.
“The Countess of Worthington and Lady Theodora Vivers,” the butler intoned as he led them to the parlor.
“Theo!” Sarah jumped up and ran to Theo as Lady Pettigrew admonished her daughter for her exuberance. “I am so glad you are here. I do not know anyone else and some of the other ladies I encountered have not been welcoming.”
Humph. That was not at all acceptable. “I am happy you are here as well.” Theo twined her arm with Sarah’s. “Let us make plans.” Theo recalled all the places she saw during her times in Town. “There are so many things to do. Before the Season begins, we should visit the Tower, and some of the museums, as well as Burlington Arcade. My older sisters said it is the best inexpensive shopping for items such as fans, hair combs, and so many other things. Pin money”—she raised a brow—“only goes so far.”
“That is so true.” Sarah clapped her hands together. “It seemed to last forever at home, but I imagine London is much more expensive.”
“That is exactly what my sisters said. And you require more things. We are no longer in the schoolroom.” Theo was glad she had come, and she was determined to discover who the unkind ladies were. “And we must visit Davis’s Amphitheatre where they have trick horse riders. We shall have so much fun!”
She turned to Grace. “What else do we have to look forward to?”
“We must not forget the theater and opera. However, Vauxhall will wait until later,” she said. “To which modiste are you giving your custom?” she asked Lady Pettigrew.
The lady heaved a sigh. “That is a question we have not resolved.” She pulled a face. “Apparently, the one who made my gowns is no longer in business, and the others to which I have been recommended do not have time.”
Grace pressed her lips together. “Allow me to see what I can do.
I will notify you soon.”
As their fifteen minutes was at an end, she and Theo rose. Theo took Sarah’s hands. “Would you like to ride in the Park tomorrow morning early? Did you bring your hack?”
“Yes, thank you, and I did. At what time should we meet?”
“Very early.” Theo was grateful that she could have a good ride in the Park. Unfortunately, they must leave no later than daybreak. “Be ready just before sunup. I will come by for you.”
Sarah nodded excitedly. “I will be ready. If I am not, feel free to roust me from my bed.”
“I will do exactly that. I love a good ride in the morning.” Theo hugged her friend again.
Grace addressed Lady Pettigrew. “Theo will have a groom with her.”
Her ladyship’s lips tilted up. “Thank you. I will send one with Sarah as well.”
“I will escort them to the door,” Sarah said. “I look forward to tomorrow morning.”
“As do I.” Theo patted her friend’s hand. “We will have an excellent Season.”
“Yes. We will.” Sarah smiled broadly.
When they reached the door, a Worthington footman was waiting to escort them to the carriage. Once they had been handed inside, Theo turned to Grace. “Why would other young ladies be cruel to Sarah?”
“I have never understood the reason some people cannot be kind.” She slowly shook her head. “What is more important is that you befriend other young ladies who have been made to feel badly.”
“I will do that.” Theo knew it was what her family expected of her. “I am glad we visited them.”
“I am too.” Her sister smiled. “I want you to know that there is no reason to think you must marry. We all expect you to wed the right gentleman for you, even if it takes more than one Season.”
Theo did know that. All her siblings had reinforced that opinion. Yet, other than Grace, who had not really had a Season, all of them had found their spouses in their first Season. Theo would as well. She had a feeling that she would. When they arrived home, she sent a message to the stables that she wanted Epione, her mare, ready early the next morning. Theo took a deep breath. Mary had been right. All Theo had to do was to enjoy her Season. All would be well.
Leo had been taking care of the accounts when his butler knocked and entered the study. “Your grace, Lord and Lady Worthington, and Lady Theodora have arrived in Town.”
“Thank you, Hoover. Please ascertain if Lady Theo plans to ride tomorrow morning. If so, have Asclepius readied at daybreak.” Her sisters had all ridden at dawn when they’d been out. It stood to reason Theo would do the same. Thankfully, Leo did not need to wait for an introduction before approaching her.
“Yes, your grace.” His butler bowed and left.
It was now time to start planning his campaign. During the past year, in addition to ensuring that Theo was the right wife for him, he’d spoken with her brothers-in-law about their courtships. Worthington ladies, whether they were Carpenters or Viverses, were notoriously difficult to court. From the Marquis of St. Albans, who was married to Alice, Leo had learned to discover her favorite flowers and other things. The Marquis of Montagu, wed to Eleanor, told Leo not to pretend about who he was. He must be himself. The Duke of Rothwell, married to Louisa, said not to lie to her. At. All. The Marquis of Kenilworth, wed to Charlotte, explained in a wry tone that she would not be compromised into marriage. That seemed strange to Leo, but the ladies were all extremely strong-willed and supported by their family. Harry Stern and Phinn Carter-Woods, married to Madeline and Augusta respectively, had been no help at all. The only problem Stern had was his future mother-in-law, which difficulty had been easily overcome, and Carter-Woods had chased Augusta across Europe because she wanted a university degree. Which she now had. Yet, despite all the advice, Leo still felt as if he was not exactly sure what his future bride wanted or how to pursue her. And that was not a feeling a duke liked to have. Surety had been bred in him. He was to always know what was needed. He lifted the one glass of brandy he allowed himself and sipped. He was missing something. What the devil was it? And he’d promised Charlie that Theo would have her come out ball before Leo courted her in earnest.
The next morning, he rode out to the Park and searched for Theo. Finally, he found her in the company of another lady returning from the Serpentine. Drat. He’d been late. Trotting up to them he lifted his hat. “Ladies, good morning.”
Theo gracefully inclined her head. “Your grace. What a surprise to see you up at so early an hour.” Turning in her saddle, she addressed the other lady. “Sarah, you remember the Duke of Chandos? You danced with him last year at Lady Stern’s ball.” Theo raised one dark brow. “Chandos, you, of course, will recall Miss Pettigrew.”
Theo was good. She’d make the perfect duchess. He had a vague memory of being made to dance with multiple ladies at an assembly of some sort and later at the ball, but he never would have remembered the chit’s name. He bowed. “Indeed, I do.” Good Lord, she was making her come out. With Theo. He cut her a look, then smiled and bowed to Miss Pettigrew. “Naturally, I remember. I hope you are enjoying your time in Town.”
The lady giggled. Lightly. But it was still a giggle. “It is delightful seeing you again, your grace.”
“Ah, yes.” He kept his smile in place. A groom rode up, and Theo inclined her head. “You. . .
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