Proposals in Regency Society: Make-Believe Wife / The Homeless Heiress. Anne Herries

He had not lied when he told her he would need assistance to hobble into the bushes at the side of the road and leaned heavily on her arm. From the grimace on his face, she thought that he was still in some pain. She turned her head modestly and ignored the sounds from behind her, waiting patiently to help him back into the carriage when he was ready.

      Luke shot her an amused glance. ‘You play the part of a long-suffering wife to perfection, Roxanne. If you chose, you could easily fool Grandfather or anyone else into thinking we had been married for an age.’

      Roxanne looked at him disapprovingly. ‘I know you are jesting, but I do not find the suggestion funny. Marriage would not be an option. Even an engagement seems so deceitful when there is no intention on either side—but I do understand why you wish to please him.’

      ‘He gets so distressed over the smallest thing,’ Luke told her. ‘I fear a fit of temper may carry him off. Once, that would not have concerned me, but now—I find I should not like to be the cause of his death.’

      ‘You really believe that your refusal to marry may cause the earl to die in distress?’

      ‘Yes.’ Luke’s expression was serious. ‘You are right to accuse me of levity. It has always been my way to make light of things—but it shocked me when he had that turn. I thought he was going to die, and, had he done so, it would have been my fault.’

      Roxanne nodded, but made no further comment. Luke sat back with his eyes closed and the remainder of the journey was accomplished in silence. However, he stirred himself as they approached the heath and told her that they had reached Hampstead.

      ‘There has been a highwayman waylaying travellers hereabouts for some months, but last month they caught him and I dare say he will hang. The house I told you of is nearby. It is being prepared for someone—a lady and child. At the moment she is staying with friends in the south of England, but in another week or two she will take up residence. She will not mind if we use it for a few days.’

      ‘You intend to stay there with me?’

      ‘Not to sleep, but I must visit often. You have my word that I shall not take advantage. If you are to play the part of my fiancée, you will need to know certain things and we must dress you accordingly.’ He smiled at her. ‘Can you trust me, Roxanne? You must know that I would not harm you after all you have done for me?’

      ‘I hardly know you—and I have been taught not to trust gentlemen of your class.’ Roxanne was thoughtful. If the house had been prepared for a lady and child, she was probably his mistress and perhaps the child was his. He would surely not attempt to seduce her in the house he had bought for his mistress? ‘Yet I believe you to be a man of your word.’

      ‘That is something.’ Luke was unsmiling as the chaise came to a halt. ‘You may help me down if you will, Miss Roxanne—it is best I address you formally now. Mrs Mills is the caretaker here for the moment and will respect you more if she thinks you a respectable young lady fallen on hard times.’

      ‘What do you mean to tell her?’

      ‘Just what I intend to tell everyone.’ His grey eyes were intent on her. ‘You do not know who you are. Yet I am certain you came from gentry—and you suggested India, which may be the truth for all we know.’

      Roxanne climbed down from the chaise and gave Luke her hand to steady him. He winced as his injured leg touched the ground, but immediately recovered and took the arm she offered. As they approached the front door of the modest red-bricked villa, it opened and a woman of some forty-odd years stood in the doorway, looking at him expectantly.

      ‘Mrs Mills, I am pleased to see you again,’ Luke said with the easy charm that had drawn Roxanne to him. ‘This is not Mrs Fox, who is to live here, but a lady who has done me the honour of accepting my help.’

      ‘Lord Clarendon, how good to see you,’ she said and dipped a curtsy, her curious eyes on Roxanne.

      ‘This is Miss Roxanne Peters,’ Luke said without batting an eyelid. ‘I have brought her here for a few days, because she had nowhere else to go. Her best friend has recently died and she is alone. Roxanne’s father is in India and she is having difficulty in managing. She needs somewhere to stay for a little while—until we can settle things with the earl. In confidence, this lady is to be my fiancée.’

      ‘Then you are planning to marry.’ Mrs Mills looked surprised and pleased. ‘Well, sir, I am sure the earl will be glad to hear your news.’

      ‘We must hope so, Mrs Mills—but you know my grandfather.’

      ‘Indeed, I do, sir, and if you will forgive me, I thought him a harsh guardian after your dear parents died so tragically.’

      ‘I dare say he did his best,’ Luke replied, a little nerve flicking at his temple. ‘If you will be so good as to look after Miss Roxanne for me, I have business to attend. I shall return later to dine with you, Roxanne.’

      Oddly, now that he was leaving, she wished he would stay. She offered her hand and he took it, bending his head to kiss it briefly.

      ‘Until later, dearest,’ he said and her heart jolted. He was playing a part, but for a moment she felt something so sweet and delicious that she wished their game was not merely make believe.

      Roxanne nodded, turning to watch as he left before following the housekeeper up the stairs to her room.

      ‘Such a kind man,’ Mrs Mills was saying and she realised that she had not been listening. ‘Always thinking of others. People try to paint his lordship black, but take no notice, Miss Peters, he has a good heart.’

      ‘Yes, I am sure you are right,’ Roxanne said as she was shown into a bedchamber. ‘What a lovely room.’

      ‘And this is the guest room. It’s as I was saying, no expense spared for the widow and her child. Mrs Fox is a fortunate young woman if you ask me.’

      ‘Mrs Fox is the lady who is to live here?’

      ‘She and her son, the poor lady. Such a sad tale—but my tongue runs away with me and his lordship would be cross with me for tattling. I shall leave you to rest, Miss Roxanne—please ring for tea in the parlour when you come down.’

      Roxanne looked about her at the pretty satinwood furniture, the silken hangings of green and white and the crystal trinkets with silver tops on the dressing table. If this was the guest room, Mrs Fox’s room must be something special. Clearly Luke had deep feelings for the widow.

      Was Mrs Fox his mistress? The thought troubled Roxanne. If he had feelings for the lady—and he must, for he would not otherwise have provided her with a house and Mrs Mills to care for her and her son—why had he brought Roxanne here?

      If he already had a son, why did he not produce him as his heir and marry the boy’s mother? It would surely solve all his problems.

      Luke had told her he did not wish for a marriage of convenience. Was that because his heart belonged to a woman he could not marry?

      Perhaps the earl thought Mrs Fox unworthy. What would he think of a young woman who knew nothing of her background and might even be a thief?

      No, Roxanne was certain she was not a thief. She did not know why she had the ruby in her possession when she was found, but she would not have stolen it—would she?

      Sighing, she gave up the attempt to remember. She remembered nothing but her life with the travelling players and Sofia. The vivid pictures that flitted through her mind at times were merely Sofia’s stories—put there to fill the blankness that had been there when she woke from her illness and cried for days.

      ‘Oh, Sofia,’ she whispered as she sat down on the bed and ran her hand over the silken covers. ‘What am I to do? I like him so much—but I fear that I am headed for trouble. I should run away now, go to London and forget him…but I feel as if something binds me to him.’

      ‘He will break your heart.’

      The words were only in her