Cinderella And The Duke. Janice Preston

was the social whirl. She was a duchess and she wanted to live the life she believed her new station warranted. She lost all interest in both Leo and the children. For most of the year, she had stayed in London, only returning to Cheriton under duress.

      And she had lied. Constantly.

      And taken lovers. Many lovers.

      Leo locked down his memories. The past was done. Long ago he had trained himself not to dwell on what could not be changed. And, after all, what did it matter if Rosalind held secrets? He would soon return to London and there was one thing of which he was certain: never again would he accept an invitation to Halsdon Manor. Once he left, whatever lies she told and secrets she held would have no power to hurt him.

      He spun on his heel and walked into the billiard room.

      ‘Leo! Stan is a blasted bandit! I happened to glance out of the window and, whilst my attention was diverted, I swear he moved the balls.’

      Stanton grinned and bent to take a shot, his ball hitting first Vernon’s cue ball and then the object ball—a cannon.

      ‘With skill like this, I have no need to cheat,’ he said. ‘That’s another two points and I win again. It is time you taught your brother how to lose gracefully, Your Grace.’

      Vernon laughed and slapped Stanton on the back. ‘Good shot.’

      ‘Seems billiards just isn’t your game, Vern.’ Stanton shot a look at Leo. ‘Where’s our esteemed host? You two been locking horns again?’

      Leo shrugged. ‘That’s putting it a bit strong, Stan. I should rather describe it as a robust exchange of views on a certain matter.’

      ‘His Grace—’ Lascelles had entered the room unnoticed ‘—proffered his advice on the behaviour expected of a gentleman and I, in deference to his position as head of our family, have given that advice my due consideration.’ He flicked a ball across the billiard table, then settled his dark gaze on Leo. ‘I shall call at Stoney End and tender my apologies to the cr—to Mr Allen. And to his entrancing sister.’ His eyes gleamed, malice in their depths. ‘She is entrancing, is she not, Coz? She certainly appeared to mesmerise you when I saw you earlier. Or was it the sun on the water dazzling you?’

      Leo’s gut tightened. His instinct was right: Lascelles had seen him with Rosalind by the river. Quite without volition, the fingers of his right hand curled into a fist.

      ‘Sister?’ Vernon nudged Leo. ‘Have you found yourself a woman already, you sly dog?’

      ‘Oh, not just any woman,’ Lascelles said. ‘It was none other than the Delectable Dorcas. I believe my dear cousin is somewhat smitten. Oh, not that I blame you, Coz. She is an appetising morsel. I quite fancy a taste myself. Yes, I believe I must pay them a visit, make my apologies and then...let the best man win.’

      He smirked. Fiery rage erupted inside Leo and he battled to damp it down. He sensed Vernon’s eyes on him, then his brother shifted, moving towards Lascelles. Good old Vernon—ever since boyhood, always ready to intervene when Lascelles pushed Leo close to the brink.

      ‘Dorcas didn’t seem too impressed with you the other day, Anthony,’ Vernon said, slapping his cousin on the shoulder. ‘Now, if I was a betting man, I’d call it a lost cause. It’ll take a mountain of grovelling on your part to change her opinion of you and—with the greatest respect, Cousin—you are not the grovelling type.’

      Lascelles smirked. ‘Is that what you think, dear boy? Well, I might take you up on that challenge. I have time on my side.’ He caught Leo’s eye. ‘After all, the lovely Mrs Pryce is going nowhere and neither am I. I am sure I can persuade her to forget our most unfortunate introduction. It was quite out of character, isn’t that so, Coz?’

      Leo held Lascelles’s gaze in silent challenge until a muscle bunched in Lascelles’s jaw and he looked away. ‘Stanton, would you care to try your skills against mine?’

      ‘Certainly.’ Stanton set up the table.

      Leo wandered over to the window to stare into the dark night. He wondered what Rosalind was doing. How did she pass the evenings? Did she think of him, as he did her?

      Vernon’s reflection joined his in the window as the click of balls announced that the game had started.

      ‘Is she a decent woman, this Mrs Pryce?’

      ‘She is.’

      Vernon drew in a deep breath. ‘I do not know what Anthony saw, but—’

      ‘Her hat blew into the river and I retrieved it. Anthony, as usual, is making something of nothing.’

      ‘But I do know what he thinks,’ Vernon continued, as though Leo had not spoken. ‘If you should happen to see the lady again, do warn her to take care. Anthony always coveted what was yours and he has not changed in that respect. Do you not recall how he tried to ingratiate himself with Margaret?’

      He did. He would see Rosalind tomorrow and he would warn her against Lascelles, even though he was convinced she needed no such warning to be cautious.

      * * *

      The next day Rosalind left Stoney End for her daily ride, trying not to hope she might see Leo again. The visitors at Halsdon would not hunt again today and she could not help but wonder how they—Leo—might pass the time. She had already forgiven his criticism over the way she protected Freddie. She should not have risen to his provocation. It had not been deliberate. He could not possibly understand how central her family was to her entire life.

      She guided Kamal into the lane that led to Malton and there he was. Leo, astride the same huge bay he had been riding the first time they met, waiting at the edge of a stretch of woodland. Excitement fizzed inside Rosalind. There was no surprise on Leo’s face when she came into view—this was no coincidence and he was clearly not about to pretend otherwise. He had been waiting. For her. Her mouth dried and heat erupted through her as her heart thumped against her ribs.

      She inclined her head. ‘Good morning, Mr Boyton. It is a pleasant day for a ride, is it not?’

      His lips twitched. ‘It is indeed, Mrs Pryce.’ He raised his hat, his black hair gleaming in the light of a stray sunbeam. He manoeuvred his horse alongside Kamal. ‘A pleasant day that can only be improved by such agreeable company.’

      Presumptuous. Full of confidence. But Rosalind liked that he did not beg permission to ride with her. He accepted it as his right. It was, she decided, refreshing. As long as he did not decide it was his right to criticise her relationship with Freddie again.

      She smiled at him. Heavens, but he was attractive. Not just handsome, but...his whole being: his appearance, his attitude, his ease in himself. Even though she appreciated his assumption of control, she instinctively reached for the metaphorical reins.

      ‘Would you care to ride with me, Mr Boyton? I am heading for the village. You are very welcome to accompany me, if you wish.’

      ‘You are most gracious, ma’am,’ he murmured, a hint of laughter in his voice. ‘I should be delighted to ride with you.’

      They rode in silence for several minutes.

      ‘I am forgiven, am I not?’

      Leo’s sudden question made Rosalind jump. And then laugh, for it was so close to her earlier thoughts.

      ‘There is nothing to forgive. On my part, at least. I should beg your pardon for taking offence.’

      ‘Splendid.’

      Rosalind reined Kamal to a halt. ‘S-Splendid?’

      ‘Indeed. I felt sure you would see the error of your ways if I prompted you.’

      ‘Why, you...you...’

      ‘Speechless, Mrs Pryce?’

      Rosalind narrowed her eyes at Leo. ‘You are teasing me.’

      ‘I am? Now, can you be