be mocking. “Any excuse to sweeten your disposition, my lord.”
He watched her go, finding another smile on his face, albeit a little one. His housekeeper liked having the last word, which was fine with him—usually. But as their conversation had turned to the question of her relation , she had dodged him and begun to dissemble. It was evident in her eyes and in the slight defensiveness of her posture.
A person, even one in service to an earl, was entitled to privacy. But a person with secrets could be exploited by, say, an unscrupulous duke. And for that reason—for that reason—the earl would be keeping a very close eye on Anna Seaton.
Three
“B EG PARDON, MUM .” J OHN F OOTMAN BOBBED A BOW . “His lordship’s asking fer ya, and I’d step lively.”
“He’s in the library?” Anna asked with a sigh. She’d spent three of the last four mornings in the library with his lordship, but not, thank the gods, today.
“In his chambers, mum.” John was blushing now, even as he stared holes in the molding. Anna grimaced, knowing she’d sent a bath up to the earl’s chambers directly after luncheon, which was unusual enough.
“Best see what he wants.” Anna rose from the kitchen table, got a commiserating look from Cook, and made her way up two flights of stairs.
“My lord?” She knocked twice, heard some sort of lordly growl from the other side, and entered the earl’s sitting room.
The earl was dressed, she noted with relief, but barely. His shirt was unbuttoned, as were his cuffs, he was barefoot, and the garters were not yet closed on his knee breeches.
He did not glance up when she entered the room but was fishing around on a bureau among brushes andcombs. “My hair touches my collar, at the back.” He waved two fingers impatiently behind his right ear. “As my valet continues to attend His Grace, you will please address the situation.”
“You want me to trim your hair?” Anna asked, torn between indignation and amusement.
“If you please,” he said, locating a pair of grooming scissors and handing them to her handles first. He obligingly turned his back, which left Anna circling him to address his face.
“It will be easier, my lord, if you will sit, as even your collar is above my eye level.”
“Very well.” He dragged a stool to the center of the room and sat his lordly arse upon it.
“And since you don’t want to have stray hairs on that lovely white linen,” Anna went on, “I would dispense with the shirt, were I you.”
“Always happy to dispense with clothing at the request of a woman.” The earl whipped his shirt over his head.
“Do you want your hair cut, my lord?” Anna tested the sharpness of the scissor blades against her thumb. “Or perhaps not?”
“Cut,” his lordship replied, giving her a slow perusal. “I gather from your vexed expression there is something for which I must apologize. I confess to a mood both distracted and resentful.”
“When somebody does you a decent turn,” she said as she began to comb out his damp hair, “you do not respond with sarcasm and innuendo, my lord.” She took particular care at the back of his head, where she knew he was yet healing from the drubbing she’d given him.
“You have a deft touch. Much more considerate than my valet.”
“Your valet is a self-important little toady,” Anna said, working around to the side of his head, “and that is not an apology.”
“Well, I am sorry,” the earl said, grabbing her hand by the wrist to still the comb. “I have an appointment at Carlton House this afternoon, and I most petulantly and assuredly do not want to go.”
“Carlton House?” Anna lowered her hand, but the earl did not release her. “What an important fellow you are, to have business with the Regent himself.”
He turned her hand over and studied the lines of her palm for a moment.
He smoothed his thumb over her palm. “Prinny will likely stick his head in the door briefly, tell us how much
He watched her go, finding another smile on his face, albeit a little one. His housekeeper liked having the last word, which was fine with him—usually. But as their conversation had turned to the question of her relation , she had dodged him and begun to dissemble. It was evident in her eyes and in the slight defensiveness of her posture.
A person, even one in service to an earl, was entitled to privacy. But a person with secrets could be exploited by, say, an unscrupulous duke. And for that reason—for that reason—the earl would be keeping a very close eye on Anna Seaton.
Three
“B EG PARDON, MUM .” J OHN F OOTMAN BOBBED A BOW . “His lordship’s asking fer ya, and I’d step lively.”
“He’s in the library?” Anna asked with a sigh. She’d spent three of the last four mornings in the library with his lordship, but not, thank the gods, today.
“In his chambers, mum.” John was blushing now, even as he stared holes in the molding. Anna grimaced, knowing she’d sent a bath up to the earl’s chambers directly after luncheon, which was unusual enough.
“Best see what he wants.” Anna rose from the kitchen table, got a commiserating look from Cook, and made her way up two flights of stairs.
“My lord?” She knocked twice, heard some sort of lordly growl from the other side, and entered the earl’s sitting room.
The earl was dressed, she noted with relief, but barely. His shirt was unbuttoned, as were his cuffs, he was barefoot, and the garters were not yet closed on his knee breeches.
He did not glance up when she entered the room but was fishing around on a bureau among brushes andcombs. “My hair touches my collar, at the back.” He waved two fingers impatiently behind his right ear. “As my valet continues to attend His Grace, you will please address the situation.”
“You want me to trim your hair?” Anna asked, torn between indignation and amusement.
“If you please,” he said, locating a pair of grooming scissors and handing them to her handles first. He obligingly turned his back, which left Anna circling him to address his face.
“It will be easier, my lord, if you will sit, as even your collar is above my eye level.”
“Very well.” He dragged a stool to the center of the room and sat his lordly arse upon it.
“And since you don’t want to have stray hairs on that lovely white linen,” Anna went on, “I would dispense with the shirt, were I you.”
“Always happy to dispense with clothing at the request of a woman.” The earl whipped his shirt over his head.
“Do you want your hair cut, my lord?” Anna tested the sharpness of the scissor blades against her thumb. “Or perhaps not?”
“Cut,” his lordship replied, giving her a slow perusal. “I gather from your vexed expression there is something for which I must apologize. I confess to a mood both distracted and resentful.”
“When somebody does you a decent turn,” she said as she began to comb out his damp hair, “you do not respond with sarcasm and innuendo, my lord.” She took particular care at the back of his head, where she knew he was yet healing from the drubbing she’d given him.
“You have a deft touch. Much more considerate than my valet.”
“Your valet is a self-important little toady,” Anna said, working around to the side of his head, “and that is not an apology.”
“Well, I am sorry,” the earl said, grabbing her hand by the wrist to still the comb. “I have an appointment at Carlton House this afternoon, and I most petulantly and assuredly do not want to go.”
“Carlton House?” Anna lowered her hand, but the earl did not release her. “What an important fellow you are, to have business with the Regent himself.”
He turned her hand over and studied the lines of her palm for a moment.
He smoothed his thumb over her palm. “Prinny will likely stick his head in the door briefly, tell us how much
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