Engaging the Earl. Mandy Goff

hair, his father’s bearing and an absolutely besotted expression on his face as he stared unabashedly at Miss Mercer. The speed with which Chivers took an interest in Miss Mercer bothered him … although Marcus wasn’t precisely sure why.

      Well, he had an idea of why, but it was better not to think about ridiculously foolish things. It would be absurd to be jealous. Even before the recent stress to his finances, marriage had not been in his plans for several more years, at least. And now, of all times, the burden and expense of a society wife was the last thing he could handle. Besides, he was all wrong for a woman like Emma Mercer—even his sister, Olivia, had said so, and every ounce of reason and practicality he possessed told him that was for the best.

      So why did it feel wrong to think of Miss Mercer becoming the wife of any man in London except him?

      Chapter Six

      Three days later, it had become widely known that there was an incredibly beautiful, unmarried lady staying with the Marquess and Marchioness of Huntsford. As a result, Marcus found himself having to fight a sea of callers to get in the front door of his sister’s house.

      Not that he was vying to add his name into the sea of potential suitors, of course. He’d simply wanted to get away from his home and the pile of letters on his desk reminding him of the work he could no longer do, the assistance he could no longer offer. Some time spent with Em—that is, with Olivia would be the perfect distraction.

      â€œUnusual burst of activity, isn’t there, Mathis?” he asked the butler once he was shown inside.

      â€œThanks to Miss Mercer, my lord,” the old man said with a surprising grin.

      That stopped Marcus in his tracks. He’d never seen Mathis smile. Ever.

      It was almost enough to make him remain in the foyer and interrogate the servant as to what had truly happened, but the door was opening once again to let in two more ladies, a mother and daughter. Marcus knew them by sight, although not by name. The younger of the two looked like she’d just swallowed an entire lemon. The mother, on the other hand, looked like she’d be glad to wipe the sour expression off her daughter’s face so long as no one was around to see her do it.

      â€œI suppose my sister is …” he began asking Mathis.

      Only to be interrupted with, “In the yellow parlor, my lord.”

      â€œOf course,” he muttered, hurrying to beat the newest arrivals in there.

      But Nick caught him in the hallway before he could make it to the parlor.

      â€œMarcus?” Nick asked in surprise. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.”

      Why did Marcus feel guilty to be caught by his friend? It wasn’t as though he was doing anything wrong. He was paying a call on his sister … and on the woman he’d promised to help find matrimonial happiness.

      When Marcus didn’t say anything, Nick steered him toward the stairs. “You don’t want to go anywhere near that part of the house. Trust me on that,” he said.

      â€œIs that so?” Marcus asked, hoping that he didn’t sound overly interested.

      Because he wasn’t … overly interested, that was.

      â€œI can’t count how many people have been in and out in the last day or two. I think I’m going to have to send Mathis away to one of my country estates to recuperate for a while,” Nick said with a laugh.

      â€œThat bad?” Marcus asked. His voice was a little more dispassionate than he might have preferred it to be. Because there was an incredibly fine line between sounding too interested and not sounding interested enough. Either way was suspicious. And with someone like Nick, a former spy who thrived on the subtle clues a person unwittingly gave away, Marcus wanted to be certain not to draw any undue attention.

      â€œIt’s almost humorous,” Nick said. “I think I understand better how you felt being responsible for Olivia all those years.”

      Marcus thought back to having to fend off Olivia’s more ardent suitors and found that the thought of Miss Mercer receiving similar attention bothered him just as much.

      But only in a different sort of way.

      â€œAny offers for her hand?” Marcus asked, only joking in an effort to keep the conversation going while Marcus tried to figure out how much information he could pry for without Nick reporting to Olivia that he was interested.

      â€œOne yesterday,” Nick said without laughing.

      â€œYou jest,” Marcus said, so surprised that he almost stumbled on the steps. “Miss Mercer hasn’t even been out to any events in society yet. How would a gentleman know enough about her in only a few days of afternoon calls to want to marry her?”

      Nick shrugged. “She’s very beautiful. The man came calling with his mother yesterday. Apparently, the young buck decided from meeting her that the two of them would suit very well.”

      Marcus waited for some punch line … like that the gentleman had been the infamous Viscount Danfield, an errant suitor of Olivia’s who had loved his mother more than he loved good sense.

      Nick didn’t immediately confirm or deny, however.

      â€œIt was Danfield, wasn’t it?” Marcus said, trying to prompt him to finish the joke.

      Nick shook his head. “No. Baron Chivers.”

      A proposal from the baron already? He certainly acted quickly. Too quickly.

      Wasn’t there some fable or cautionary tale about a man who made up his mind too fast and how he was likely to quickly change it again? If there wasn’t one like that, then there should be.

      â€œSo was Chivers heartbroken when you sent him away?” Marcus asked as they finally crossed into Nick’s study. He was striding perilously close to sounding overly concerned. Yet he didn’t seem capable of stopping himself.

      Nick looked at him, the expression inscrutable. “I didn’t send him away.”

      It was beyond belief. “You’re going to let someone court Emma after only speaking to her once?” the earl asked, outrage and indignation lacing his words. All thoughts of discretion were forgotten in the haze of his incredulity.

      Nick held out his hands in surrender. “Emma needs a husband … a fact which my wife reminds me of daily … hourly even. What kind of person would I be to turn away someone as kind as Chivers?”

      â€œHe’s an infant,” Marcus countered, immediately incensed by the suggestion that the baron might be a suitable match for Emma.

      Nick gave him an odd look. “He’s only a few years younger than we are,” he said, his expression suggesting that Marcus was acting crazy.

      â€œA few years can make a large difference,” Marcus defended.

      Nick didn’t dispute that, but he also didn’t back down. “Emma can decide for herself if they suit,” he said, much too nonchalantly for Marcus’s liking.

      The earl could feel himself getting angry. How would Emma, who had never been a part of society’s marriage mart, know anything about what would be best for her? That was why she needed Nick and Olivia to intercede for her. But obviously, his sister wasn’t going to be any help. Marcus had looked at the names on that list … and he hadn’t been overly impressed with any of them. Olivia seemed quite prepared to throw Emma at any gentleman who stood still long enough … except for her own brother, of course.

      And now his best friend was also turning out to be a traitor. Stopping Chivers