His Unusual Governess

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His Unusual Governess
Anne Herries


BENEATH THE GOVERNESSS BLUSHHeiress Sarah Hardcastle is convinced her plan to escape the unwanted attentions of a fortune-hunter is foolproof. Buried deep in the countryside, and with a whole new identity as prim governess Miss Goodrum, Sarah is looking forward to the quiet life for onceBut her careful masquerade is shaken when she meets her pupils mentor, Lord Rupert Myers. An incorrigible flirt, Rupert has the looks and the charm to make Sarah blush all the way down to her high-buttoned neckline and the determination to uncover whats beneath! Sarah will need her wits about her if shes to resist Ruperts roguish ways and keep her secret intact










Come, Miss Goodrum, you did not find the experience so very unpleasant, I think?

You insulted me and then tried to take advantage of me. I should like to make it plain that I will not stand for such behaviour. If you feel me unsuited to the position you may dismiss me.

Dismiss you?

His gaze burned her to the core and her stomach clenched.

Oh, no, I have no intention of sending you away until I discover the truth. I thought I might find an extended visit to the country a trifle boring but it is no such thing. I shall enjoy crossing swords with you, Miss Goodrum.

I would prefer that you keep your distance. We must remain on good terms for the sake of the children, my lordbut I see no reason for our paths to cross other than in their company.

Do you not? He smiled oddly. You rest on your dignity, but it was a different matter when I kissed you. Yet I would not harm you if you are truly what you claim to be. We shall endeavour to be polite to one another for the sake of John and Francescabut you are the most unusual governess I have ever met.




AUTHOR NOTE


I hope my readers will enjoy this new Regency. I love writing, and always hope my books will give as much pleasure to my readers as they do to me. I have well over sixty books published with Mills & Boon


and am still going! Although many of my books are Regency, Im also enjoying The Melford Dynasty, which began in the Medieval era and is coming down the generations through different time periods. The most recent in this family saga is A STRANGERS TOUCH, and Im about to write number eight.

Sarahs story in HIS UNUSUAL GOVERNESS is a fun one, so sit back and enjoy the romp with a heroine escaping from undesirable suitors only to find herself falling into an impossible romance.

Love to all.




About the Author


ANNE HERRIES lives in Cambridgeshire, where she is fond of watching wildlife, and spoils the birds and squirrels that are frequent visitors to her garden. Anne loves to write about the beauty of nature, and sometimes puts a little into her books, although they are mostly about love and romance. She writes for her own enjoyment, and to give pleasure to her readers. Anne is a winner of the Romantic Novelists Association Romance Prize. She invites readers to contact her on her website: www.lindasole.co.uk

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His Unusual Governess

Anne Herries





















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I would like to dedicate this book

to the memory of my great friend Paula Marshall,

whom I loved dearly, as did so many of you.




Prologue


What was so important that you summoned me here? Lord Rupert Myers arched a languid eyebrow at the Marquess of Merrivale. Tis an unseasonable hour and I was up late last night. He smothered a yawn and levelled an elegant gold-rimmed eyeglass at the older man. Seeing that the marquess looked strained, he dropped the air of boredom and said in a very different tone, What may I do for you, sir?

Good grief, sir, his uncle said, looking at a coat that had so many capes it made Ruperts broad shoulders look positively menacing. Where did you get that monstrosity?

Uncle! Devilish eyes mocked him. My feelings are deeply lacerated. Dont you know Im a very tulip of fashion? I dare say at least six young idiots have copied this cape only this week, for I saw Harrads boy wearing one with nine capes and this has only seven.

More fool him, the marquess grunted. Sit down, mboy. You make me feel awkward, towering over me like an avenging dervish. What happened to the eager young fellow I saw off to war six years ago?

I dare say he grew up, sir, Rupert replied carelessly, but there were shadows in his eyes as he sat in the chair opposite and his mouth lost its smile. He did not care to be reminded of that time for the memories were too painful. Is something bothering you?

I fear it is, the marquess said. Im in somewhat of a pickle, mboyand Im hoping youll sort me out.

Anything to oblige. I do not forget that you stood as a father to me when my own Blue fire flashed in bitter regret, for the late Lord Myers had been a rogue and a cheat and had brought his family almost to the edge of ruin. That Rupert had been able to save himself and his sister from disgrace was in large part due to this man. No, I will not go down that road. Tell me what you wish, sir, and if it is in within my power I shall do it.

Its Lilys children, the marquess said with a heavy sigh. You know my daughters story, Rupert. She would marry that wastrel. I warned her that he would run through her fortune and break her heart. She wouldnt listen and he did all that and morehe killed her.

You cant be sure of that, sir.

He drove her out into the rain that night. Her maid told me of the quarrel between them. Scunthorpe broke her heart and she stayed out all night in the rain. You know what happened next

Rupert nodded for he did know only too well. Lily Scunthorpe had died of a fever, leaving a daughter of six years and a son of three, but that had been more than ten years previously and he could not see what the urgency was now.

You took the children when Scunthorpe deserted them, installed them in Cavendish Park with a governess, tutor and the requisite servantswhat has happened to throw you into a fit of the blue devils?

The governess and tutor both gave notice last month. Ive tried to find replacements, but with very little success. I fear my niece and nephew have acquired a reputation for being difficult. I have managed to find a woman who is prepared to take them both onI suspect because she has no choicebut Im not sure shell stay above a few days.

Merrivale cleared his throat. They need a firm hand, Rupert. I fear Ive spoiled them. If I read them a lecture, they would apologise sweetly and then go straight back to their old ways. Would it be too much to ask you to stand as mentor to them for a while? The boy may go to college at the end of the year and the girl well, she ought to have a Season next spring, but I fear I shall find it hard to secure the services of a woman influential enough to give them a good start.

Play bear-leader to a girl on the edge of her come-out and a rebellious youth? Good grief, Uncle! Have your wits gone begging? Im hardly a role model for either of them. Besides being a tulip of fashion, Im a notorious rakeor hadnt you heard?

Merrivale ran nervous fingers through his white hair. I know you have your mistress, but Im not suggesting you should take her with you to Cavendish.

Thank you for small mercies, Rupert said, the light of mockery in his eyes once more. She would take it as an invitation to marry me. Annais is too greedy for her own good. I have been looking for an excuse to finish the affair and I suppose one is as good as another she has no love of the country.

Do you mean you will do it? A look of such relief entered the marquesss eyes that Rupert laughed out loud. I should be so grateful, mboy.

Ill do what I can for them, Rupert said. But I must have a free hand. Discipline is never popular and I dare say one or the other will write and complain of my high-handed behaviour or some such thing.

Lily was very precious to me and her children are all I have leftapart from you, mboy. Francesca is very like her mother, but I think the boy may be more like his father. I hope John wont turn out to be a rogue like Captain Scunthorpebut that is why he needs a firm hand now, to knock him into shape a little before he goes to college. I suppose I should have sent him earlier, but I preferred to educate them at homesome of those schools are very harsh to boys, you know.

Weve all suffered at the hands of bullies at school, Rupert said. John needs to learn to stand up for himself. I could teach him to box, gentlemans rulesand perhaps fencing lessons. Im not sure about the girl, but perhaps the governess will be what she needs.

I pray she will be suitable. Her references from Lady Mary Winters were good, but Lady Marys daughter was leaving for finishing school in France so she may just have wanted to get the woman off her hands.

How old is this governess and what is her name?

Shes in her late twenties, I think, and a sensible woman. Her name is Miss Hester Goodrum and she teaches the pianoforte as well as French, literature and needlework.

Miss Goodrum? Rupert nodded. She sounded sensible enough, though her skills were limited. Im not sure what help she would be to John. He needs rather more than thatbut for the next six months he shall have the benefit of my knowledge, such as it is.

Im not sure what you mean. The marquess looked puzzled. I thought you would just run an eye over them, give them both a lecture and then pop in once in a while?

I hardly think that would do much good, sir. Rupert arched his right eyebrow. Ive been feeling jaded for a while and this sounds like a challenge. I shall reside at Cavendish Park until the boy goes to college and by then you will have found someone to take Francesca on, I imagine. I can be Johns mentor and tutor and keep an eye on this governess until Christmas. After that I dare say Ill be thoroughly sick of it all, but Ive never refused a challenge.

Then take my hand on it. If I can be of service to you, you have only to ask, mboy.

You have done more for me than I could ever repay, Rupert assured him, clasped his hand firmly and smiled. It will be a change for me. My estate is in good heart and almost runs itself these days. Besides, I shall be no more than a days ride from my home if Im needed.

I fear you may find they do not take kindly to authority, Rupert.

I dare say John may kick a bit at the start, but hell gentle to the bit in time.

Rupert waved his uncles gratitude aside carelessly. After all, what trouble could one young boy and a girl on the brink of womanhood be to a man of the world? He hoped the governess would be presentable and not one of those sour-face spinsters, but whatever she was like they would bob along together easily enough .




Chapter One


It was so good of you to take me up with you, Miss Hardcastle, Hester Goodrum said as she climbed into the comfortable chaise. Lady Mary promised to send me to Cavendish Park in comfort, but she was called away to her sisters bedside and forgot all about me. I have to be there by the end of the week, because the marquess sent word the young people would be alone by then, except for their servants, of course.

Sarah Hardcastle looked at the woman sitting opposite her and nodded. Hester was in her late twenties, attractive, though not pretty, and kind-hearted. She had heard of her predicament and been moved to offer assistance.

Well, Im returning to my home in the north of England and we must pass within twenty miles of Cavendish Park. It is no trouble to take a detour, Hester.

My fianc told me I was a fool to agree to this position, Hester went on as she settled in her seat. He wanted me to give up work and go home to Chester and marry him.

Why didnt you? Sarah asked and caught at the rope as the chaise moved off with a lurch. I fear Coachman is in one of his moods again. If he continues this way, I shall have to call a halt and give him a scolding.

Please do not do so on my account, Hester said. I should like to get married, miss. Ive been saving for years, but Jim needs more money to set up for himself in an inn. Hes got some savings, but we both know we need to wait for another year at least.

Thats a shame Sarah looked at her thoughtfully. Shed been told the governesss story and it was part of the reason shed offered her the ride in her chaise. How much more do you need to save?

I suppose a hundred pounds might be enough Hester sighed. If we both save hard this year, we may just manage it, though I contribute very little and it may take much longer.

She was not a young woman. Sarah felt sympathy for her, because time was passing her by and her youth was fading. It was so ironic that Hester should be longing for marriage, but did not have enough money while she, Sarah Hardcastle, was doing her best to avoid being married because shed had rather too much of it.

Was her plan too outrageous to have a chance of success? Shed thought about it all the previous night and her stomach was tying itself in knots. No doubt Hester would think shed run mad.

Supposing I offered you two hundred pounds and gave you two of my best dresses in return for your reference from Lady Mary and the gowns you have in your trunk? Would you change places with me? I mean, let me take your place as the governess at Cavendish Parkand you go home to marry your fianc?

There, shed said it out loud. Did it sound as mad as she imagined?

Hester was staring at her in bewilderment. What did you say, miss? I dont think I heard right.

I offered you two hundred pounds to let me have some of your clothes and the reference Lady Mary gave you. You can do what you wish with the money.

You want to be a governess? Why? Hester was stunned. Youre a rich young woman, Miss Hardcastle. Why would you wish to be a governess?

I need to disappear for a while and it seems an ideal situation to me. Your employer has never seen you. The girl is almost seventeen so will be easy to manage and the boy is going to college in six monthsso how could I go wrong? My tutors considered me a bright pupil. I imagine I can teach the boy mathematics and geography and the girl music, literature, French, Latin, drawing and dancing. What more does she need to know?

Nothing, I shouldnt think, Hester said, but looked anxious. I dont know what to say, missit doesnt seem right. We should be deceiving my employer

But if he didnt even bother to interview you he cant be that bothered about his grandchildren. All he wants is to keep them out of his hairand I can do that as easily as you.

Perhaps better, miss. Youve a way with you. People pay attention when Miss Hardcastle speaks.

That is because my father left me a fortune invested in mills and mines and Ive run them myself since he died when I was just nineteen.

How old are you, missif you dont mind my asking?

Im five and twenty, Sarah said and sighed. My aunt and uncle have been trying to marry me off for months. They say I need a man to help me and theyre afraid I shall die an old maid.

Do they bully you, miss?

No, I shall not lie. Aunt Jenny is kind and my uncle is well meaning, but I have no intention of marrying simply to please them. I came away because my uncle would not let the subject drop.

What will happen to your mills if youre not there, miss?

I have managers and a man of business I trust. I shall keep in touch with him by letterand it will just be for a short time, until Ive made up my mind about something. After that Ill give notice and your pupils will have a new governess. Surely my influence cannot harm them in that time? Sarah leaned forward. Will you think about it today? This evening when we stop at the inn you can tell me. If your answer is yes, well change clothes. In the morning Ill send you on in my chaise to Chesterand Ill go by post-chaise to Cavendish Park.

I dont know what to say Hester looked worried, clearly torn between taking this wonderful chance and fulfilling her duty. Its such an opportunity for me. It would mean the world to my Jim to have his inn this year instead of waiting.

Well, the choice is yours. I shant twist your arm. If you say no, Ill simply find another way to disappear for a while.

Hester nodded, settling back against the squabs with a sigh. She was obviously tempted and Sarah crossed her fingers under the folds of her elegant travelling gown. Being a governess would be a safe environment for a wealthy heiress to hide in until she could shake off the feeling of being persecuted for her money.

Why had her father had to die in that accident at the mill? Tobias Hardcastle had always been a hands-on employer, not above taking off his frock coat and rolling up his sleeves. Hed started out with fifty pounds left to him by his grandfather and built up his huge business using his brains and his ability to work twenty hours out of every twenty-four for years.

Before she died, Sarahs mother had complained bitterly that she wasnt sure when hed had time to give her a child. It wasnt true, of course, for he came home for meals and occasionally had Sunday off, but hed certainly put in long hours to ensure that his business empire was solid. Sarah couldnt claim to do the same, but she had a knack of choosing her employees well and of inspiring loyalty. Shed taken up the challenge at the start because it was there and she did not wish to hand over her fathers empire to someone who might abuse it. However, she had begun to grow a little tired of the constant rounds of meetings and bookkeeping that were an ever-present part of her life. It was time to sit back a little, for her life was slipping away and some might already consider her as being past the age of making a good marriage. Her managers would make sure the mills continued to prosper during her absence and also the two copper mines she owned in Cornwall. It was on her return from her biannual visit to the mines that shed stopped off to visit her own governess and there met Miss Hester Goodrum.

Something about the young woman had appealed to Sarah immediately. Had Hester been a woman who wanted a lifetime career she would have offered her a position as her companion, but Hester had confided her hopes for marriage and that had set Sarahs quick mind working.

It was a little deceitful to pretend to be someone she wasnt, of course, but she wasnt harming anyone. She wouldnt steal the silver or teach the children to swear and drink gin. A smile touched her lips, for the idea of being the childrens mentor was pleasant. Sarah had worked hard since her fathers death, giving little thought to pleasure of any kind. Shed been asked to dinners and evening affairs at the homes of her fathers friends, but since she knew that the ones with wives wanted to buy her mills and the widowers wanted to marry her to get them cheaply, she normally found such evenings tedious.

Even at school shed been aware that she wasnt really one of the gentry. She was the daughter of a rich man whod bought the right to live in a big house and own land, but she wasnt one of the blue bloods. The other girls were friendly to a degree, but shed felt the barrier between them and knew that they laughed at her northern accent, which had all but disappeared now. Sometimes, if she was upset, it returned, but her teachers had earned their money. Mr Hardcastle had wanted his daughter to be a lady and to all intents and purposes she wasexcept that she wasnt fully accepted into their society. They welcomed her on the boards of their charities and they were even friendlier towards her money, which they grabbed as soon as it was offered, but she was seldom invited to an intimate affair at their homes. Occasionally she would be invited to a large dance because of her influence, but she wasnt the kind of woman that gentlemen thought of marrying.

Well, that wasnt quite true, either, Sarah mused, glancing out of the window. She did have one rather persistent suitor. Sir Roger Grey had asked her to marry him three times now and he didnt like being refused. Sarah was aware that he was in financial difficulty, though hed managed to hide that fact from her uncle and most of his acquaintance. Sarah had asked one of her agents to make enquiries and his report was disturbing. Sir Roger gave the appearance of being wealthy and respectable, but in reality was a rake and a gambler, and the last man she would ever wed. However, he was difficult to shake off, for he seemed to have taken it into his head that she would come round to the idea if he continued to press her. Unfortunately, her uncle was completely taken in and believed him to be a man of his word.

It was Sir Rogers tactics at the charity ball in Newcastle that had made her decide to leave for Cornwall a month earlier than usual. Hed tried to kiss her and hed fumbled at her breasts. Shed had to fight him off and had scratched his cheek in her efforts.

You little hellcat. Hed put a hand to his cheek in shock. You will be sorry for that, Sarah. Ill teach you to respect your betters.

I do not consider you my superior, sir, shed retorted. I have no intention of being seduced. If you thought to compromise me and force me into marriage, you are far off the mark. I would rather have fingers pointed at me in the street than marry you.

That was perfectly true, for she would rather die than marry a man like him, but it was also true that she didnt wish to lose her good name. Nor would she care to be whispered about or pointed out as an object of shame.

If you would marry Sam Goodjohn, or Harry Barton, youd be safe from rogues like that, her uncle had told her when shed told him what had happened. Theyre good men and run mills of their own so you could stay home and be a wife and mother as you ought. Its time you married and thought about a family, Sarahunless you want to die an old maid.

I know you want to protect me, Uncle William, Sarah replied. But I should hate to be married simply for the sake of my fortune. When I find a man I love who loves me, Ill get married.

Love, her uncle scoffed at the idea. When did love ever get you anywhere? You need a man to protect you and look after your business, young woman. Dont leave it too late or you may find that even money wont get you the kind of man you need.

Her uncles scolding had jerked her from her complacency. It was true that time was slipping by and she was no longer a young girl. If she wanted a family she must marryand Sarah had begun to realise what she might miss if she did not.

Was she so ill-favoured that she needed money to buy her a husband? Sarah knew she wasnt beautiful by any means. Her hair was dark brown, and her nose was straight. Her mouth was bigger than she liked and she wished she had thin lips like Hester. Miss Goodrum was prettier than she was, but Sarah didnt feel ugly. When she dressed in her best she was attractive enough and people said she had a nice smile.

Was it impossible that she would find love?

She felt she might have more chance of it if she were not her fathers heir. When men looked at her they saw the rich Miss Hardcastle and they wanted what she could give them. The hard-headed ones wanted to build up her business and get richer; the spendthrifts wanted a ticket to the easy life.

Sarah wanted A little sigh escaped her. She wanted a man who would make her laugh. A man who appreciated music, poetry and beautiful gardens someone who would love her for who she was, not for her money.

Was she asking too much? Perhaps her uncle was right. It might be sensible to accept one of her suitors and have the lawyers draw up a contract that gave her the right to retain control of her business and protect her fortune.

It was the simple way out of her predicament. A business arrangement that would protect her from fortune hunters and unscrupulous businessmen who wanted the vast wealth her father had bequeathed her. Until recently, Sarah would have thought it a perfectly sensible idea, but for some reason she had begun to feel a slight dissatisfaction with her life as it presently was. She had not thought of marriage whilst her father lived and in the first years after his death shed been too wrapped up in her work to consider it. Of late shed begun to notice children playing in the parks and sweethearts walking together in the sunshine. If she did not marry, she would miss so much.

Was she lonely? Certainly not! She had friends and loyal employees and was too busy to be lonely.

Yet surely there was another way to live? She must have time to consider, to decide what she wanted of life. What Sarah needed was a place to escape, to hide and to be someone else for a while .

Yes, Ill do it, miss. Like you said, it cant hurt anyoneand Jim will be so happy to have me home .

Sarah blinked, dragging her thoughts back to the present. For a moment she couldnt believe that Hester had agreed, then, as she saw the other woman was in earnest, she smiled.

Thank you so much, Hester, she said and leaned forwards to touch her hand. You wont regret it. I shant do anything that could harm your good name, I promise you.

Lord, miss, as if you would. Hester laughed, looking younger as her eyes lit with excitement. I cant thank you enough for giving me this chanceand I hope youll get on with your charges. Lady Mary arranged it for me. She said theyre a little bit difficult, but Im sure youll be fine.

Yes, Im certain I shall, Sarah agreed and laughed. How hard can it be to look after a young lady and a boy of thirteen?




Chapter Two


Why do we have to have a mentor as well as a governess? I thought you said it would be all right when we got rid of the last two? You said Grandfather would give up sending us tutors and take us to live with him in London.

I said he would take me. Its time I had my come out, Francesca Scunthorpe said and made a face at her brother. She was a pretty girl with soft hair and bright eyes, and a mouth that was wide and sensuous. Her yellow-silk gown was attractive, but not as fashionable as she would like, and made for her by a local seamstress. You will be going to Cambridge after Christmas. It looks as if Ill be stuck here on my own with some stupid governess.

I dont mind going to college, John said and threw a paper dart at her across the schoolroom. He was a sturdy boy, attractive with dark hair and eyes and a stubborn chin. His tutor had given him a list of Latin verbs to learn to keep him busy until the new mentor arrived, but John was bored with lists. His tutor had given him new lists every day for the past eighteen months, but he hadnt explained anything. His lessons consisted of setting a new exercise and then tests to see what hed learned. It would be better than staying here on our own.

It was all right at first, Francesca said. When we were younger we had Miss Graham and Mr Browne. I liked her and she taught me lots of interesting things, but she left and the last governess was useless. She couldnt play the pianoforte or the harp and she chose all the wrong books.

And she didnt like frogs in her bed, John said, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. Ive never heard anyone scream as much as she did when she saw that grass snake.

She thought it was poisonous. Francesca looked scornful. She didnt know it was a grass snake and harmless.

Anyone knows the difference between a viper and a grass snake, John said and looked up at his sister. What are we going to do, Fran? Im so boredarent you?

Yes, some of the time, Fran agreed. I like to read poetry, but I know youd rather play games or go fishing.

Can we go fishing today? He will probably stop us having fun when he gets hereand your governess will say it isnt a fit occupation for a lady.

Well outwit them somehow, Fran promised. She picked up a volume of poetry shed been reading earlier, then threw it down with a sigh of discontent. They are both supposed to arrive later today, though not together. Well go fishing this morning and come back when we feel like it.

Grandfathers letter said we had to be on our best behaviourto be waiting in the parlour when they arrive.

Well, he should have come down himself and stayed for a few days.

He said it was getting a bit much for him. Do you think hes ill?

I dont know. Frans brow creased because she worried about her grandfather. The marquess was all they hadthe only one who bothered about them anyway. Her father had gone off abroad somewhere when his money ran out. His house and estate had been put up for sale and the marquess had brought them here. At first hed spent time with them, but of late he hadnt bothered to come down other than at Christmas, though he always sent birthday gifts. I hope he isnt, because I dont know what would happen to us if he died. We havent any money of our own, John. Everything comes from Grandfather. If I get my Season, Ill marry a rich lord and then well have money. Ill look after you then. You wont have to work for a living.

Do you think Grandfather will leave us anything?

I dont know. I dont want to think about that Frans throat caught at the idea that they might be forced to leave this house. Shed loved it from the moment they came here and didnt want to live in a horrible little cottage like some of the children on the estate. Come on, I refuse to be miserable on a lovely morning like this. Lets get some stuff from the kitchen and go down to the stream.

Yes. John grinned at her. At least weve got each other. Ill put frogs in her bed and you can think of something to do to this lord whatever-his-name-is

Lord Rupert Myers, Fran said. Dont worry, well think of some way to get rid of them if we hate them. Lets go fishing. It will serve them right if theres no one to greet them when they get here.

Sarah got down from the chaise and looked at the house. Cavendish Park was a pleasant country house, much the biggest one shed ever visited, larger and more impressive than her fathers on the outskirts of Newcastle. Shed visited a few country houses as the guest of her school friends, but never one quite like this. It was so beautiful that for a moment all she wanted to do was to stand and stare at the mellow golden walls and long windows that sparkled like diamonds in the sunshine.

If youd like to come into the house, Miss Goodrum.

Sarah came to herself with a start. The housekeeper must have been speaking to her for a few minutes, but shed been lost in thoughtand it was difficult remembering that she was no longer the wealthy heiress, Miss Hardcastle. Shed packed that particular persona into her trunks and sent them back to her home with a letter for her uncle explaining that she was taking a little holiday and they were not to worry. All she had with her was a small trunk containing the clothes shed purchased from Hester.

She was wearing Hesters best gown, because shed been assured it would be expected for her first arrival. It was pearl-grey with a slender skirt and tight bodice, and it had a white lace collar. Sarah had fastened a small silver brooch at the neck to cheer it up a little. Hesters other gowns were not as good and certainly not what Sarah was accustomed to, but she would get used to themand it was only for a few weeks or so.

Yes, thank you, Mrs Brancaster. I was just thinking what a lovely house it is. You must enjoy living here?

Its a nice enough house, Miss Goodrum, but The housekeeper hesitated and then pursed her thin mouth. Things are not quite what they ought to be. His lordship doesnt come down often enough and the children are left to do much as they please. The house needs a master or a mistress, if you ask meprefer-ably both.

Yes, I expect it does. A big place like this takes some running and it shouldnt be left to the servants.

Unaware of the odd glance her remark had brought from Mrs Brancaster, Sarah walked into the house by way of the kitchen entrance. Since she made a habit of visiting her kitchens regularly at home this did not make her uncomfortable. She might be wealthy and shed been educated as a lady, but Sarah knew she was a long way from being one. You could take the girl out of Newcastle, but you couldnt take Newcastle out of the girl; it had been one of her fathers favourite sayings and made her smile. Shed been so close to her father, his right-hand man, and she missed him so very much.

She supposed she was looking for someone she could admire and respect as she had Tobias Hardcastle. If such a man were to present himself, she would not hesitate to hand over her person and the day-to-day running of her business to himbut as yet shed never met anyone who came close to filling his shoes.

Ill take you straight up to your room, the housekeeper was saying. You can settle in and then come down to the kitchen for a nice cup of tea. Miss Francesca and Master John were supposed to be here to meet you, but they slipped off early this morning. I suspect they went fishing in defiance of the marquesss instructions that they should sit in the parlour and wait for you and their mentor.

Their mentor? I thought the Marquess of Merrivale was their grandfather and guardian?

So he is, Miss Goodrum. Mr John is to have a tutor and he is to be their mentor. As I understand it, hes to be in charge here and we shall all report to him.

It was the first Sarah had heard of this arrangement and she wondered if Hester had known. This new man might enquire more closely into her background than shed imagined and she was glad shed asked for the reference as well as Hesters clothes.

I see. Do you know this mentors name?

I wasnt listening properly when Mr Burrows told me, the housekeeper admitted. Id just discovered that the pair of scamps had disappeared again and my mind wasnt on it, but Ill find out when he arrives and let you know.

Thank you, Mrs Brancaster. Sarah was thoughtful. Do you think I could leave the tea for an hour or so? I should like to take a walk about the grounds before I unpackget my bearings.

Well Mrs Brancaster looked a bit put out. Im sure its up to you, miss. I thought you might want to see the schoolroom?

When I return you can give me directions or Ill ask one of the footmen. I dont want to take up too much of your time, because I know you have so much to do in a house like thisand with two new visitors it must have turned your routine upside down.

It has Mrs Brancaster nodded. Well, off you go then. Your trunk will be taken up and you can find your own way here when youre ready, I dare say.

Oh, Im sure I shall. Im really quite capable, you know.

Sarah left the housekeeper staring after her. She knew that she had perhaps risked offending her new colleague, but shed felt as if she must escape before she did something stupid. All at once the enormity of what shed doneand what she was attempting to dohad hit her square in the face. In her comfortable chaise with all her familiar things about her it had seemed a clever idea. Shed imagined the children were left much to themselves with just their grandfathers servantsbut who was this new mentor and what would he be like?

If he was just another superior servant, she might manage to get away with her masquerade by keeping her own counsel. If, however, hed been placed in charge of the childrens future by the marquess, he might want to know too much about her. Sarah couldnt afford for him to dig too deeply into her background. Should he discover she was lying, he might imagine her to be a person of low integrity and dubious virtue.

Her stomach was fluttering with nerves as she strolled through the kitchen garden, noticing how well everything was kept. If shed expected to find an air of neglect here, she was far off the mark. What if this mentor had met Hester Goodrum in the past?

Oh, this whole thing was madness! She should go back to the house, ask for directions to the nearest post house and leave. What on earth had made her think she was capable of carrying out a masquerade like this? She hadnt been thinking clearly, of course. Sarah wanted time out of her life, time to come to terms with what she needed from the future: should she marry for the sake of companionship or should she wait until she fell in love?

A smile touched her mouth. There was no guarantee that the man she chose would reciprocate her feelings. Sarah knew that she wasnt the prettiest girl in the world and if she found someone she wanted, he would probably not be interested in her.

She must not rush her decision. Looking about her as she walked, Sarah fell in love with the beautiful rose gardens, the herbaceous borders and the sweeping lawns. Some of these trees must have been here for centuries. Hearing the sound of laughter coming from what appeared to be a small wilderness, she turned instinctively towards it and then stopped as she saw a young woman of perhaps sixteen years and a boy some years younger. They were sprawled out on the grass, watching as a fish cooked slowly over a smoking fire.

The camaraderie between them and the sound of their laughter caught at Sarahs throat, making her aware of how much she missed in not having a family. They were so beautiful, so wrapped up in themselves and their amusement that she hesitated, not wanting to intrude. If she introduced herself now they might resent her intrusion into their private time and she would start off on the wrong foot. No, it would be better to wait and meet them later when they had washed the dirt from their hands and faces. Yet how she longed to be a part of that scene.

Turning away, Sarah felt the ache inside her. She had been thinking it best if she made some excuse and went away, leaving the new mentor to arrange a new governess for his charges, but now shed changed her mind again. Something inside her called out to the young people shed discovered having fun and she wanted to stay. She had no wish to harm them and she would keep her distance from their mentor, be friendly but reserved, as a proper governess should be.

Lifting her head, she took her courage in her hands. Her fathers lawyers had advised her to sell her fathers mills to the highest bidder and not to think of trying to run them herself. She hadnt listened to their prophecies of doom and gloom, and, though shed come up against prejudice and men who resented a woman in their midst, shed overcome their opposition and her business was thriving. She wouldnt turn and run at the first obstacle now.

It was time to have that cup of tea with Mrs Brancaster. Sarah wouldnt lie more than she had to, to sustain her masquerade as a governess, but she wasnt going to walk away from those delightful children, either.

Rupert was getting down from his curricle when he saw the woman walking back from the gardens. The sun was shining on her head, picking out the red tints in her dark hair and giving her a kind of halo. From her dress he guessed her to be the new governess and surmised that shed been for a little walk to acquaint herself with her surroundings. He knew very little about her, except that she had been recommended by Lady Mary Winters.

Well acquainted with Cavendish Park from visits to his uncle as a young man, Rupert had no desire to follow her example. Hed known his uncles grandchildren when they were all younger, but it was years since hed seen them. He wondered whether they were waiting dutifully in the parlour, as theyd been bidden, or, as he would have done in their place, escaped for a last day of freedom.

Your lordship, Burrows said, his face wreathed in smiles as he came out to greet him. It is a pleasure to see you, sir. Ive been informed that you intend to stay with us for a few months.

Yes, until John goes to Cambridge, Rupert replied. Its Burrows, isnt it?

Fancy you remembering that, sir. The butler looked gratified. Most of the staff are still here, though some of the maids and footmen are new.

Is Mrs Brancaster still with you?

Yes, sir. Shell be up in a minute ah, here she is now. I dare say she was busy

Are Francesca and John in the house?

They went off early this morning, sir. Shall I send someone to look for them? One of the gardeners thought theyd gone fishing.

Perfect day for it. Wouldnt have minded a spot of fishing myself this morning. No, dont make them feel guilty. Well soon have a routine established once Ive had time to sort things out. I think I should like some cold ale if you have any and a bite to eatdidnt stop for nuncheon.

Lord Myers Mrs Brancaster looked stunned as she came up to him how are you, sir? I didnt realise it was you coming down today. Ive prepared the wrong room. I thought Her cheeks turned pink. Forgive me, Ill have your own room ready in half an hour.

Plenty of time, Rupert assured her, amused by her obvious embarrassment. I should like to meet Miss Goodrum. I believe I saw her return to the house a moment ago?

Yes, sir. She went for a little walk to get used to her surroundings. We were just about to have a cup of tea when I was told youd arrived and it set me all of a fluster.

No need to stand on ceremony. Im the same as I was when I came here as a lad, Mrs Brancaster.

No, that youre not, sir. We all heard how you were decorated for bravery for what you did over there in Franceand you were wounded in the leg.

Which is so much better I hardly know it happened. Its only when the weather turns cold that I feel it. Ruperts smile dimmed. He did not like to hear himself praised for something he felt best placed in the past where it belonged.

Ill tell Miss Goodrum to wait on you in the front parlour immediately, sir.

Please request her to visit me there when she has had time to take her refreshments. I should wish to be on good terms with the young woman. Tell me, Mrs Brancaster, what are your first impressions?

Of the new governess? Mrs Brancaster frowned. Ive only just met her, sir, but she seems very calm and sure of herself.

Do I detect a note of disapproval?

Oh, no, sir, nothing like that I assure you. The housekeeper was thoughtful. Its just she isnt quite like any of the others weve had. They usually have a look about them sort of resigned and disappointed but shes not like that at all.

Rupert quirked an eyebrow, amused. I see. An unusual governess. How interesting. I hope she is intelligent enough to know that you cannot keep a girl of Francescas age always in the schoolroom. However, we shall see.

You mustnt take against her for anything Ive said, sir. Ive only just met her and Im sure shes perfectly respectable.

Oh, Im certain of it. Lady Mary would not otherwise have employed her. She comes with impeccable references. I am quite looking forward to meeting her.

Ill send her along in about ten minutesand your refreshments will follow as soon as theyre ready. Ill have your room prepared immediately.

Thank you. You always did spoil me, Mrs Brancaster. I can see Ive been missing a treat by not coming down more often.

Mrs Brancaster positively glowed and scurried away to set everything in motion. Rupert smiled to himself as he went into the house. Nothing much had changed here. It still smelled of roses and lavender; the furniture was mostly good oak and polished to within an inch of its life, though in the main salon he recalled seeing some mahogany Chippendale pieces.

It was what it had always been, a pleasant country house, comfortable rather than elegant, and he could feel its welcome as he made his way to the parlour. Vases of flowers stood everywhere and the smell of roses was even stronger in the parlour. Merrivale had good servants and it was a pity the marquess didnt spend more time here, but Rupert supposed the memories were too strong for him. Hed grieved for his wife for years and the loss of his daughter had nearly done him in, bringing on a heart attack that had left him with a weakness. Rupert suspected that the old man found it too upsetting to visit often for reasons of his own, but it hadnt been wise to let the children run wild. Francesca in particular would need to be schooled in the manners she needed for society and he could only hope that he would find some support in the new governessbecause he was more used to dealing with ladies of a different kind.

Rupert laughed softly in his throat. His latest mistress had been most disappointed to hear that he was leaving town and did not expect to return for months.

What am I to do without you? shed asked, as she ran her long nails down his naked back. Do you expect me to languish here alone?

I expect you to take a new protector within a week, Rupert told her with a mocking smile. We both know this was merely a convenient arrangement for us both, my dear Annais. You will find yourself adequately compensated by my parting gift, so do not pretend to feel more than you do.

Her nails had scored his back, her eyes glinting with temper. Rupert had known she was angry at being given her freedom to find a new lover, but the diamonds hed gifted her should soon dry her tears and he was aware that shed been casting glances at Lord Rowley for a while now. He would bet that the gentleman found himself in her bed within the week. His own feelings were not touched. It was a long time since hed found more than a fleeting pleasure in the arms of a womansince Madeline had broken his heart before he went off to fight for his king and country.

A picture of Madelines beautiful face and long blonde curls passed through his mind and was ruthlessly dismissed. When shed married the old Duke of Marley for money, hed put her out of his heart and mind. At first hed been angry, bitter, broken by her scorn and her betrayal, but then hed found something more worthwhileand that was the camaraderie of his friends. It was only when hed lost them that his heart had become encased in ice.

His one-time friends believed that he had done something careless that had led to the deaths of several of their comrades. Rupert knew that he was innocent of their charges, but he refused to explain or to tell them the truth about what had happened that night. If they could see only what was in front of their noses, then they were not worth bothering overthey were certainly not his friends and not the men hed thought them to be. Where was the trust that should have existed between them? Where was the respect he believed he was entitled to expect? Since they had chosen to believe evil of him he would not defend himself. Let them think what they chose. Hed shut out the memory of their friendship, becoming in truth the man society believed him: a hardened rake and a ruthless card player.

You wished to see me, Lord Myers?

The voice was soft, but there was just the trace of an accent. Rupert turned to look at the young woman who had entered the parlour as he stood gazing out at the park. Although no beauty, she was of medium height, slim, attractive with dark hair that he knew carried tints of red in the sunlight. Her eyes were a bluish-green and her mouth pleasantly full. She carried herself well and there was a hint of pride in her facealso something else?

Did she seem wary? A little uneasy, perhaps?

You are Miss Hester Goodrum?

He thought there was a slight hesitation before she inclined her head. I am the new governess, sir.

Miss Goodrum?

Yes. This time her voice was firm and without hesitation. I believe you are to be the childrens mentor?

My uncle has requested me to be Johns mentor until he goes to his college. I am also here to see that Francesca is ready to enter society next Season. She will be seventeen then and I believe arrangements will be made for her to stay with a suitable lady next spring. Until then you are here to keep her from getting into mischief.

I dare say I can find ways to do that, sir. Once I have established the level she has reached in her studies, we can plan a new schedule.

I hardly think you can expect to keep a young woman like Francesca in the schoolroom all day, Miss Goodrum.

I would not be foolish enough to try, she replied, her head up, eyes meeting his. All sign of the hesitation had gone now. Perhaps some poetry, music and dancing lessons would not go amiss. I imagine she already has some knowledge of French, Latin and drawing. We can find some way of making the lessons more interesting, I dare say. John may need more tuition, but I think that will be your province, Lord Myers. I am prepared to give him certain lessons if you wish, of course. I could take history and literature and mathematics. However, geography and the sciences were never my strong point, though I am willing to attempt them should you wish?

I am amazed you are able to offer such a wide curriculum. I am sure my uncle did not tell me you were so accomplished.

Did he detect a hint of colour in her cheeksa lessening of her confidence? Why? Hed just paid her a compliment, yet he seemed to have made her uneasy. For a fleeting moment she looked uncertain, but then her head came up and she bestowed a cool smile on him.

I dare say you are able to take the boys education to a higher degree than I could, my lord. However, I am willing to help should I be required.

Ruperts instincts were alerted. She certainly was an unusual governess. Her manner was far from that one might expect of a woman in her late twenties who had little expectation of life other than to work for a succession of employers until she retired. This young woman did not look a day over four and twenty and she had a confident manner beyond her years, which was strangely at odds with her calling. Something about her did not ring true.

I understand you have been employed by Lady Mary Winters for some years?

Yes, sir. I was her daughter Junes governess until recently. Miss June has gone to Bath for a visit with her mother and aunt. She no longer requires a governess, which meant that I was free to take this position. He noticed that her eyes seemed to be fixed on a spot beyond his left shoulder.

Fortunately so was I. Rupert smiled. We must try to keep these young rascals in order. They have been allowed to run free, I fear, and their last tutor and governess left at rather short notice.

I was told they might be a little difficult at times?

I do hope you are not frightened of frogs? John apparently has a habit of putting them in the governesss bed.

Ah, I see. She smiled. Rupert caught his breath. There was something very engaging about this young woman, a way she had of holding her head and of sometimes looking straight at you. Thank you for the warning. I do not dislike the creatures, but would not wish to find one in my bed. I shall make sure to inspect it each night before getting in.

If you find something unpleasant, let me know. Ill deal with the culprit.

Oh, I dare say I can manage, she said. My cousin was forever playing such tricks when we were both children. Uncle William was glad to pack him off to E to school. A hint of pink touched her cheeks. She drew breath, lifted her head and met his curious gaze. Do you wish me to prepare a curriculum for you to inspect, sir?

Good grief, no. I shall leave Francesas lessons to you. However, I think we should arrange for her to have dancing lessonsperhaps someone will know of a local man who could come in once or twice a week.

I would be happy to play the pianoforte. If there is no master to be found, you might supply the lack. I can teach her the steps if you would practise with her.

Is there no end to your talents?

I have an interest in music and dancing, also deportment. I think I may be able to teach Francesca how to enter a drawing room in society and how to conduct herself, to engage others in conversation enough so that she does not feel strange when she meets her chaperon next spring.

Indeed? I would not have thought you would have had much experience in the drawing rooms of society hostesses?

Rupert saw her colour deepen and knew hed scored a hit. It was perhaps a little unfair of him to say such a thing to her, but he had not been able to resist it. This confident young woman had aroused his curiosity. He was quite certain that she was not what she was pretending to be. Governesses did not meet the eyes of their employer so boldly nor did they have much experience of society.

I have acted as companion to a lady of quality, she replied, her head up. Besides, one is accustomed to being with ladies and young women of breeding.

Tell me, Miss Goodrumwhere were you educated?

I my father employed a governess for me and I went to Miss Hales school in Newcastle for young ladies for a period of two years. It was a highly respectable academy, I assure you.

What manner of man is your father?

Her body stiffened. My references are all in order, sir. I have them to hand if you wish to see them.

I am not your employer. Ruperts gaze moved over her. It was just idle curiosity. You are not obliged to answer me.

My father ran a mine, sir. We were respectable and he was able to give me benefits that not all girls of my class receive. He died a few years ago and I was obliged to earn my living.

The manager of a mine and from the North of England, I think? Rupert nodded, pleased because hed detected the slight inflection in her voice, especially when she was disturbed. You are an unusual governess, Miss Goodrum. I believe we shall rub along well enoughproviding that I do not discover you have lied to your employer and to me.

Her head came up at that and her eyes flashed with temper. Rupert was tempted to laugh. Hed thought her merely attractive at the start, but he was beginning to see that there was much more to Miss Hester Goodrum than met the eye. He would swear that there was fire banked just beneath the surface.

Was there anything else, sir?

Oh, yes, Rupert replied with a smile. I believe weve only just begun, Miss Goodrum. However, we shall leave it for the moment. You will do me the honour of dining with me this evening, I hope?

For a moment she hesitated, then she gave him a straight look that took the wind out of his sails. As I am sure you know, that would not be appropriate, Lord Myers. A governess may be asked to dine with the family on occasion, but only when the mistress of the house is presentand certainly not alone with a gentleman.

How disappointing. Now you are being a proper governess. I had hoped we might get to know each other better. Besides, Francesca and John will be dining with me. Did you really imagine I was asking you to dine intimately, Miss Goodrum? I assure you I would only do that if I had seduction in mind.

Now the colour was high in her cheeks. She took a moment to control herself, as if afraid of speaking too quickly and betraying herself into unwise words.

I think you like to mock, sir. I am certain you had no such thing in mind. Why should you? She hesitated, then, If Francesca is to dine with you, perhaps I should also be present. You may be here as Johns mentor, but you are a single gentleman and Francesca is an impressionable young girl. I think I must act as her chaperon.

How wise of you to change your mind, he murmured softly, adding, as she left, in a voice she could not catch, And who, I wonder, will chaperon you, Miss Goodrum?




Chapter Three


Sarah went straight up to her room. Mrs Brancaster had asked her to return to her sitting room after the interview, but she needed a little time alone to calm her nerves. When shed suggested that she change places with Hester Goodrum she had not dreamed she would have to run the gauntlet of those steel-grey eyes and that razor-sharp mind. Lord Myers was a man of the world and very intelligent. As herself, Sarah would have felt his equal, well able to parry any darts he fired at her, but she was at a disadvantage because she was here under false pretences. Lord Myers had warned her that he would not take kindly to lies on her part and she could imagine what he would think and say if he discovered the truth.

Cold chills ran down her spine. What on earth would she do if she were exposed as an impostor? It would be so very embarrassing and could ruin her reputation. For a moment she was tempted to turn tail and run away now before she was dragged into something beyond her control, but pride would not let her.

No, she was doing nothing wrong not terribly wrong anyway. Having embarked on her masquerade, she could at least stay to greet the children. If the challenge became too much for her she could always hand in her notice and leave and no one would be any the wiser. Besides, it was unlikely that anyone she knew would visit Cavendish Park and, providing she gave good service, her employer would have no cause for complaint.

Having calmed her fears, Sarah changed into a fresh gown. It was clean, neat and clearly the kind of plain no-nonsense dress that a governess would be expected to wear. She pulled at the bodice because it was a little tight across her breasts. Although of similar heights, she and Hester were of a different build, Sarah being rather more curvy.

However, the dress fitted well enough and perhaps she would have time to let out the seams a little. Had she been impersonating a maid there would have been a uniform but governesses were expected to provide their own gowns.

Sarah wondered how much Hester had been promised as her wage. It was one of the many things she hadnt had time to discuss and now regretted. Money was not a problem for the moment, because she still had several guineas in her purse and would need very little while she stayed here. She might miss her clothes and favourite pieces of jewellery, but had decided to have her trunks stored until further notice. Had the housekeeper decided to investigate her closet, it would not have done to have a dozen silk dresses hanging there. Mrs Brancaster would have immediately thought the worst, because there was only one way a governess could come by such gowns.

Hester Goodrum had given her the reference from Lady Mary, also the schedule shed intended to set for Francesca and John. A swift perusal had left Sarah feeling that it was sadly lacking in imagination and she made a few notes in the margins of lessons she thought a young woman might enjoy.

Making her way downstairs to the kitchens, she heard voices and, since her name was mentioned, hesitated outside the door.

What do you think of her, then? a womans voice asked. Will she last longer than a month, do you think?

Well, Cook, all I can tell you is that she seems very sure of herselfand thats what I told his lordship. Shes not like any of the others so she might just succeed where they failed.

I hope as youre right, Mrs Brancaster. Those young devils were in here earlier and they took all the cake Id baked yesterday and I had to start all over again.

Well, lets hope she can keep them in order Mrs Brancaster broke off as Sarah opened the door and walked in. Ah, there you are, Miss Goodrum. We were just talking about you, wondering whether you would settle here.

It is a lovely house and the grounds are magnificent, Sarah said. Have Miss Francesca and Master John returned yet?

I believe they went upstairs just a few moments ago. His lordship said were to serve tea at the normal timeand he asked that you should join them in the drawing room. Says hes going to introduce you to your pupils.

Oh Sarahs heart hammered in her breast. I thought I was to have tea with you, but if Ive been summoned Where is the drawing room, please?

You recall the parlour? Well, the drawing room is at the far end of the corridor and looks out over the park. Shall I send one of the maids with you?

No, I dare say I can find my own way.

Well, Miss Goodrum, Im pleased youve come, Cook said, wiping her hands on her apron. In my opinion its time those youngsters were taught some discipline.

I shall do my best to make them behave, but I cant guarantee it. Sarah smiled. I think Lord Myers will soon have Master John under his control. I hope I may have some success with preparing Miss Francesca for her future role.

Shes been allowed to run wild and thats the truth of it, Cook said. Their grandfather has spoiled them too much in my opinion.

Well, perhaps they just need someone to take an interest in their needs. If you will excuse me, I shall find my way to the drawing room before they ring for tea.

Sarah left the kitchen and walked up the back stairs, letting herself out into one of the back halls. For a moment she looked about her, trying to get her bearings. Had they turned left or right for the parlour? It was a large house and if she took a wrong turning she might lose herself.

If youre looking for the drawing room, Miss Goodrum, you turn to the right, a voice said. Sarah turned and found herself being addressed by a footman. He was young and attractive, with dark blond hair and blue eyes and his smile was friendly.

Oh, thank you, she said. I visited the front parlour earlier, but couldnt quite recall which way to turn.

Its easy enough once you get used to it, he said. Im Trevor Bent, Miss Goodrum. Your name is Hester, isnt it?

Yes, but I dont like it, Sarah said, her cheeks faintly pink. She hesitated, then, My father called me Sarah. I prefer the name, if you dont mind.

I dont mind, he replied and grinned. May I call you Sarahor am I being too forward?

I dont mind at all, she said. Thank you for your help, Trevor.

Turning in the direction the footman had pointed out, Sarah was pleased by the respectful admiration in the young mans eyes. He seemed to like her and it was refreshing to know that he had no idea that she was rich. She was tired of being courted for her fortuneand, of late, a certain persons pursuit had been nothing short of menacing. He was determined to push her into marriage and she was equally determined to resistbut her uncle and aunt were on his side, forever telling her what a good husband Sir Roger would make.

Hes a gentleman, Uncle Matthew had told her. He wont interfere in the running of the mills, but hell be there at your side to give you more authority. A woman alone cant hope to mange everything your father left you.

But I told you what he didthat he is a rogue. How can you say he would make a good husband for me?

Reformed rakes make the best husbands, her aunt had told her with a foolish and rather coy smile. I dare say he got carried away a little at the party by his love for you, Sarah. Gentlemen can be like that sometimes.

Love is neither here nor there, her uncle had said. A woman should be married and caring for her children, not managing the mills. Sir Roger has mills of his own and would take the burden from your shoulders.

It was no use telling her uncle that Sir Roger left his mills to the care of neglectful overseers and was in danger of losing themor that she would never subject her people to the kind of treatment they received from Sir Rogers managers. Of course, Sir Roger never went near them himself. He was far too busy enjoying himself in Londonand no doubt he imagined her money would allow him to continue with the life he desired.

Sarah had bitten back the hasty retort that rose to her lips. She had been managing her mills alone quite well, with the help of her managers. It was true that she had found it time-consuming, giving her little leisure for herself, which was why shed decided to take this time out. Yet she would hate to relinquish them to a man like Sir Roger.

As she approached the drawing room, she heard the sound of voices raised.

Why doesnt Grandfather come himself? a girls voice said on a truculent note. John and I are tired of being given boring lessons and told to get on with them. We want to see other peopleto have some fun.

Well, you have me now. I think John is old enough to start fencing lessons and Ill teach you how to shootand well go fishing and play cricket, but of course you will have to do some lessons. Your governess will take you for those, but Ill take you both for drives into town. If you behave yourselves, that is.

What about me? Why should John have all the fun while I get stuck with a boring governess?

Im afraid that is a womans lot in life, Lord Myers said, but with a teasing note in his voice. I dare say Miss Goodrum may allow you some fun if you behave.

We dont need her here. Why cant we just have ?

Sarah walked into the room. A very pretty fair-haired girl and an equally attractive youth were standing in front of the open hearth with Lord Myers. They looked cross and upset, a contrast to the carefree children shed observed in the grounds. The girls English-rose colour heightened as she turned and saw her.

Ah, here is Miss Goodrum, Lord Myers said into the hushed silence. As you can see, maam, the truants have returned. I have decided they will receive no more than a warning for this days escapade, but I shall not be so lenient in future.

I dare say no harm was done, Sarah replied. It was a perfect day for fishing after all. Since we did not arrive until half the day was done, it would have been a shame to waste it all indoors. I am hoping to walk with you both on pleasant days. There is no need to sit at a desk to learn. We can observe nature and practise our Latin verbs while on a walk, Johnand I think you, Francesca, may find the discussion of your favourite poets as interesting in a meadow as a musty schoolroom.

The girls cheeks went white and then pink. She was clearly undecided whether to show appreciation or hold on to her reserve.

Mr Morton made me spend the whole morning doing exercises while he sat in his chair and read a book, John exclaimed indignantly. I want to play games and do things.

So you shall. Sarah and Lord Myers spoke at the same time. There are many ways to learn, Sarah finished while the mentor looked at her through narrowed eyes.

What about me? Francesca gave them a sulky look. What am I supposed to do?

Learn some manners for a start, Lord Myers said. Youve neither of you welcomed Miss Goodrum to Cavendish Park.

She didnt have to come here. Francesca said rudely. Im too old for the schoolroom.

That is why I intend to teach you to dance, Sarah said, unruffled by the girls sulky manner. We should discuss society and what kind of people you may encounterand the conversations you may have with friends and acquaintances. Also, you will need to know how to spot a rake and how to avoid being compromised by ruthless gentlemen.

Francescas eyes opened wide. She stared in disbelief, her mouth slightly parted. What did you say?

We shall naturally discuss poetry and literature and you will need to practise your drawing, embroidery and the instrument of your choicebut learning to dance, to enter a room, to curtsy and to hold your own when a gentleman flirts with you is very important. You will need those skills before you have your Season.

You dont want me to write an essay on the decline of the Roman Empire or conjugate French verbs?

I imagine youve had a varied and extensive education. We can discover the boundaries of your knowledge together in conversation. A young woman of fashion must be able to converse intelligently, do you not agree, my lord?

Sarah risked a look at Lord Myers, who was watching her with narrowed eyes. She was not sure whether they expressed suspicion or disbelief.

Most young ladies of my acquaintance are too missish to say boo to a goose. They repeat phrases parrot-fashion and then lapse into embarrassed silence if asked a question.

Too harsh, my lord! Sarah laughed, her face lighting with amusement. Well, I shall hope that Francesca will have more to say for herself on her debut. If she has not, I shall have failed in my duties.

Remarkable Lord Myerss eyes held a look of calculation. Francesca, I think you have been more fortunate than any of us imagined in your new governess. My only question ishow did Lady Mary ever bring herself to part with you?

Sarah refused to lower her eyes. He was probing, trying to get beneath her skin, but she would not allow him that privilege.

Lord Myers is using mockery, Francesca, she said in a calm and composed manner. Were I a young woman of fashion I might do one of two things. If I wished to encourage him, I might give him an enigmatic smile and flirt with my fanor, if I wish to discourage his advances, I should raise an eyebrow and move on without answering.

Here endeth the first lesson, Lord Myers drawled. It is actually good advice, Francesca. May one ask which you would have chosen, Miss Goodrum?

I shall leave that to your imagination, my lord, Sarah replied, but was relieved when the door opened and the housekeeper entered accompanied by two maids, each of whom carried a tray. Ah, here is our tea. Would you like to play the hostess, Francesca?

Francesca shot her a nervous look, but took her seat next to a small occasional table. Mrs Brancaster set up her butlers tray, exchanged a few words with Lord Myers, looked curiously at Sarah and left, taking one of the maids with her.

You are aware that you begin with the lady of first rank, Sarah told Francesca as her hand hovered. However, since I am the governess, you should begin with Lord Myers and then me and then your brother. Were there several ladies of rank you should attempt to serve the highest rank first and then, when all the ladies are served, go on to the gentlemen and begin again in the same way.

Miss Goodrum may be correct, Lord Myers said. But in my opinion ladies are always firstof whatever rank. You may serve Miss Goodrum tea first, Francesca.

Sarah shot a look at him, but did not contradict him. I take my tea with lemon, no milk or sugar, she said and smiled as Francesca lifted the heavy pot. The girls hand trembled slightly but she accomplished the ceremony without accident, handing the cup to the maid who delivered it to Sarah, and serving Lord Myers next. He asked for milk and one sugar and then accepted a sandwich and fruit tartlet from the hovering maid.

After everyone had been served with tea and cake, Francesca looked at Sarah. She inclined her head and the maid was dismissed.

Did your last governess take tea with you both?

No, she preferred to take hers in the kitchen, John answered, a trifle indignant. Fran and me had most of our meals in the nursery together. The only time the drawing room was used was when Grandfather came down and we had guests. Mrs Brancaster served us thenor sometimes Cousin Agatha.

Fran and I, Sarah gently corrected. Your cousin visits you from time to time?

Only at Christmas, John said. Weve been on our own for years, havent we, Fran?

Yes. Francesca sipped her tea. She had crooked her little finger in an affected way, but as she looked at Sarah and saw that she held her cup in a more relaxed manner she did the same. Were both bored. Why cant we have friends here to picnics and dances?

We might have a dance on your seventeenth birthday. Its a few weeks before Christmas, Lord Myers said. If you attend to your dancing lessons and whatever else Miss Goodrum has to teach you, you may be ready then. We might start to entertain a few visitors, thoughjust to dinner and cards or some such thing.

The weather is beautiful, Sarah said. I think a picnic for your neighbours would be ideal as a way of letting people know we are receiving calls and visits. The best way to become accustomed to company is to invite them into your home. Does a picnic appeal to you, John?

Can we have games and races? We went to the fete at the vicarage last summerFran and I won the three-legged race. It was fun.

I am sure something could be arranged, but you must ask Lord Myers. I am just the governess. I can suggest, but it is not for me to decide.

Sarah opened her eyes at him, inviting him to respond, her manner carefully controlled. His frown deepened and his gaze narrowed, as if he were trying to read her thoughts. Lord Myers was clearly not convinced that she was a governess.

Just how far would he go to discover the truth?

A picnic? His gaze moved from one eager face to another and then back to Sarahs. I seem to have been outnumbered. A picnic it is, thenbut I shall expect you to write the invitations, Miss Goodrum. And you will organise the games, if you please.

Ill help you write the invitations. I know where Grandfather keeps his list of people to invite for Christmas, Francesca volunteered. And well both help with the games, wont we, John?

John looked at his sister and nodded. He was very much under her influence, Sarah realised. If Francesca gave the new governess her approval, half the battle would be won.

They were talking excitedly about what they wanted at their picnic. Sarah smiled inwardly while helping herself to a dainty almond comfit. This was exactly how she saw family life in the country and she was enjoying herself. However, she knew the battle was not yet won. At the moment the children were getting their own way and were therefore prepared to be amenable, but at the first hint of authority they might change like the wind.

Sarah was very conscious of being scrutinised by Lord Myers. She felt that he did not know what to make of her and was taking his time in deciding. Sarah found herself wishing that she was the governess she professed to be, because she wanted to stay here and be a part of this charmed circle.

A little shiver started at the nape of her neck as she imagined what they would say and think if they knew she was the rich Miss Hardcastle escaping from the pursuit of an overeager suitor. Would they feel betrayed or angry? Of course they would, because shed lied to get her position here. She had no qualifications for her position as a governess, other than the fact that she had herself been schooled by an excellent governess and spent two years at a finishing school for young ladies.

Sarah hoped that Lord Myers would not discover just how expensive her school had been, because he would wonder how the daughter of a mine manager could afford the fees.

Will you teach me to waltz?

Francesca brought her mind back to the present. I shall do my best and when youre ready you may practise with your tutor.

My tutor? Francesca gave a little laugh. Lord Myers is my cousin, she said, making the situation clearer. Grandfather is his uncle.

We are second cousins, Lord Myers told her. Your mother was my cousin.

Oh Francesca nodded. Its the same thing. My last governess told me that all the aristocracy were part of the cousinryeveryone is related to everyone else through marriage, if not by blood.

Ive heard it said. Lord Myers inclined his head. Im not sure its truethough many are related in some way. You dont have a male cousin, Francesca. Im your nearest male relative apart from your grandfather. I have a married sister. Have you met Lady Meadows at all?

Francesca shook her head. Grandfather asked her to stay last Christmas, but she refused.

Jane was having her first child at about that time. She had been married just over a year and wanted to rest to make certain there were no accidents.

Will she come for my birthday dance?

Francescas expression was uncertain, a little pleading, and Sarahs heart went out to her. She was surely in need of female company and advice.

I shall certainly ask. He looked thoughtful. You must not worry, Francesca. In a few months you will be out and youll meet lots of peopleladies and gentlemen.

Its so long to wait.

You must learn patience, he said. A properly brought-up young lady does not expect everything to happen to suit her. It will not be like that when you are married.

If I ever marry, Francesca said and sighed.

You will when youre ready, Sarah assured her. Marriage is to be expected and hoped for in your case, Francescabut there is no hurry. You should enjoy being courted and meeting people. Once youre out there will be dances and lots of exciting things to do. One day you will fall in love and marry the man of your dreams.

My last governess said I should be required to marry for money and position. Francesca tossed her head defiantly, as if to challenge them.

Why should you? I think that was a foolish thing to say. A girl like you will be able to take your pick. When you are invited into society you will meet lots of gentlemen, and Im sure youll find one that will make you happy, if you give yourself time. Do not throw yourself away on the first to ask you.

Have you been asked more than once?

Yes, several times Sarah answered without thinking. I refused because I wasnt in love.

Love? Lord Myers snorted his disgust. Marriage is for property and money, Francesca. Do not expect too much from life and you will not be disappointed.

Is that true, Miss Goodrum?

All eyes turned to her and Sarah felt warm. She guessed that her cheeks were very pink.

Money and property are useful, but I would prefer to live in a cottage with a man I loved than be a fine lady in a manor.

She had given her pupil a false impression by implying that she cared nothing for money. Her own situation was entirely differentand yet she would not advise marrying for position alone.

Of course having money is very useful, she added conscientiously.

I think I shall marry for love. I want more than just a convenient arrangement, Francesca announced and her head went up as if defying her cousin to challenge her.

I think you are wise. You should think carefully before committing yourself.

I shall not marry unless I fall in love.

You cannot throw yourself away on an adventurer, Sarah said. But I would hold your heart in reserve until you find someone who will show you love rather than mere affection.

Francesca was silent, but obviously thoughtful. Lord Myers was frowning, perhaps shocked by the new governesss unconventional opinions. Sarah realised that she was speaking her mind, but perhaps in a way that might not benefit her pupil.

Of course you would wish your husband to be a gentleman and of reasonable fortune.

So love in a cottage might not be everything after all?

Lord Myers threw her a mocking look that stung Sarah. She wanted to retort sharply, but decided she had been indiscreet enough for one day and merely inclined her head, as if acknowledging his hit.

After tea, Sarah asked to be taken up to the schoolroom and both Francesca and John accompanied her, leaving Lord Myers to do whatever gentlemen did until it was time to change for dinner.

Sarah glanced at some of the work her pupils had done, thought it uninspired and dull, but made no comment. They looked at the books that had been provided and she shook her head over the lack of history and literature.

Does the marquess have a library here?

There are shelves of books, Francesca said. The last tutor spent most of his time there and told us it was off limits, because the books were too valuable to be touched by ignorant children.

Good gracious! Sarah was shocked. How could he have been so impolite! I feel his attitude showed a lack of both manners and sense. I shall ask Lord Myers if we may use the library for our lessons when there are no guests staying. This room is too isolated and dark. If the library is on the ground floor, we can have the windows and doors open on nice days and take our books outside.

Youre different, John said, looking at her oddly. Not like a governess at all. Do we have to call you Miss Goodrum?

Sarah hesitated, then shook her head. In company it might be wise to do sobut when we are together you may call me Sarah if you wish.

I thought your name was Hester Goodrum?

My father called me Sarah and I prefer it. Sarah felt the open-eyed scrutiny of the young girl and guilt struck her. She had not given enough thought to this escapade before changing places with the governess. It felt uncomfortable to lie to this girl, more so than the eagle-eyed man who was here to overlook their education.

She wanted to be Francescas friend. She sensed that the girl was lonely and needed the love of a mother or an elder sister. Sarah would like to give her friendship, to have her trust and like herbut their friendship must be based on a lie, and that hurt.

She would make up for her deceit somehow. As she heard the eagerness in the young girls voice, Sarah vowed that she would do all she could to make her happy and to prepare her for a life in society. If things went as she hoped, no one need know that she was not Hester Goodrum and when she left them no harm would have been done.




Chapter Four


Sarah lost no time in changing for the evening after her pupils had gone to their own rooms. John was clearly excited at the prospect for it was the first time he had been allowed to have dinner in the dining room, with the exception of Christmas dinner, which was always earlier so that the staff could enjoy a little free time in the evening. Francesca was pleased, but trying hard to be grown-up and take it all in her stride.

Having changed quickly into a simple grey-silk gown, which was the only one of her own that Sarah had brought with her and suitable for dinner should she be summoned to dine with the family, she went downstairs to find Lord Myers. One of the footmen directed her to the library and she found him perusing the shelves, which were set out on three sides of the room. There were several long windows to let in the light and a set of French windows, which might be opened to allow access to the garden. A perfect room for studying.

Forgive me for disturbing you, my lord, she said in what she hoped was the tone a governess might use. I see you enjoy reading, which may make you more disposed to granting my request. I find the schoolroom inadequately provided for my pupils education and I hoped we might have permission to use the library for an hour or two each morning.

He turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing as they studied her. Sarah wondered if her gown was too smart. It was the simplest she had and she would not have worn it had he not made it impossible for her to refuse to dine with him.

I am not sure what my uncle would think about his privacy being invaded should he decide to come downbut while he is in London I see no reason why we should not share the facility. I like to read in the evenings when we do not have company, but I shall be busy in the estate office in the mornings. Shall we say from nine-thirty to eleven-thirty the library is yours and the childrens?

That is most generous, my lord. Sarah approached the shelves. Is there a good poetry section? I dare say there is little new here

Oh, I think you may find enough to keep yourselves amused. My uncle may not visit often, but he is a collector of books. You will not find books bought by the yard here. All of them have been read and handledand there are a few new novels here. I imagine my uncle bought them for his niece.

John told me their last tutor forbade them the use of this room.

Then he exceeded his authority. Lord Myers looked annoyed. It seems to me that my uncle has been ill served as regards to his grandchildren. They were neglected, Miss Goodrum. I do not intend that it shall happen again.

John will benefit from your tuition, sir. I hope I may do the same for Francesca.

She admires you. His gaze was stern, his sensual mouth set in a hard line. You will not let her down, Miss Goodrum. I shall be watching her progress.

I hope to prove my worth to you. Sarah raised her head. Thank you for your generosity.

The library should be available to all. His gaze intensified, dwelling on her in a way that sent little shivers down her spine. I am not sure who you are, Miss Goodrumbut I intend to discover the truth.

I am not sure I understand you.

Do you not? Then perhaps I am wrongbut I sense a mystery. If I discover that you are not what you profess to be, I shall be merciless. As I told you before, I do not take kindly to liars.

Sarah found it difficult to suppress the shiver that ran through her. Had she given herself away already? How could he know that she was not a governessand what did he imagine her to be?

Francesca is an impressionable young girl, he continued. She has begun to trust you. Please do not give me cause to dismiss you. I should be loath to destroy her faith in the first person to offer her friendship.

I have no intention of harming either John or Francesca.

He moved towards her, staring down into her face for a moment before reaching out to tilt her chin so that she was forced to look into his eyes. Sarah felt a tingle of some strange new sensation; it started low in her abdomen and spread throughout her body, making her feel hot. Her cheeks were warm and she wanted to jerk away, but held her ground.

Are you an adventuress? he asked, quirking a dark eyebrow. She could not help noticing that his mouth looked perfect for kissing and she trembled inside. A man like this was dangerous. Despite his sensual appeal, he had a look of iron about him and she feared what he might do if he guessed she had deceived them all. What do you hope to gain by coming here? Did you think you might capture yourself a wealthy husband? Had you heard Merrivale was a lonely old man who might fall for your charms?

Sarah caught her breath and then the absurdity of his question made her laugh. It was so far from the truth that she felt her tension melting away.

You have a vivid imagination, Lord Myers, she said. I do not count my charms so high that I would ever seek to advance myself in the way you suggest. I am sorry I have given you such a poor opinion of my character. I assure you it is undeserved.

Indeed? He bent his head and kissed her, his mouth soft and yet demanding, evoking a swift response. For a moment she felt lightheaded, her heart racing as he deepened his kiss, and she wanted to swoon into his arms. Something inside her longed to respond to his demand and she felt a rising need, a sweet heat between her thighs that she had never experienced before.

Suddenly realising that her response must be confirming his opinion of her, she placed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him back. As anger replaced the feeling of bliss, she raised her hand and would have slapped him as hard as she could had he not caught her by the wrist.

So there is fire beneath the cool calm exterior, he murmured and there was devilry in his eyes. You intrigue me, Miss Goodrum. I am not usually wrong in my first impressions and I know you have not always been a governess. You are hiding something, but I shall find you out.

You are no gentleman, sir, she replied coldly. The look she gave him had quelled the mill managers who had tried to dismiss her authority when she took over her fathers business empire. They had sought to cheat and ridicule her, but shed faced them downand she would put this rogue in his place. Even if she had felt close to swooning at his kissbut that just showed she was a foolish spinster starved of a mans love. What on earth was she thinking of to have allowed it to continue before pushing him away? He was far from being the kind of husband she needed, were she to decide to marry. I am aware that you have a privileged position in this house but that does not give you the right to question my morality or to attempt seduction in this manner. If you ever behave this way again I shall give in my noticeand I shall make it plain to the marquess why I was forced to leave.

She has claws, he said, looking amused. Come, Miss Goodrum, you did not find the experience so very unpleasant, I think?

You insulted me and then tried to take advantage of me. I should like to make it plain that I will not stand for such behaviour. If you feel me unsuited to the position, you may dismiss me.

Dismiss you? His gaze burned her to the core and her stomach clenched. Oh, no, I have no intention of sending you away until I discover the truth. I thought I might find an extended visit to the country a trifle boring, but it is no such thing. I shall enjoy crossing swords with you, Miss Goodrum.

I would prefer that you keep your distance. We must remain on good terms for the sake of the children, my lordbut I see no reason for our paths to cross other than in their company.

Do you not? He smiled oddly. You rest on your dignity, but it was a different matter when I kissed you. Yet I would not harm you if you are truly what you claim to be. We shall endeavour to be polite to one another for the sake of John and Francescabut you are the most unusual governess I have ever met.

Is that necessarily a bad thing? Sarah raised her eyes to his. I give you my word that I am not an adventuress, nor did I come here to entrap anyone into marriage.

Shall I believe you? He looked at her steadily. His strong features had relaxed and there was a teasing light in his eyes, as if he were playing with her, as a cat with a mouse. Yes, perhaps I shall. So what is it you are hiding? Are you in trouble? I might be able to help you if that is the case.

I am perfectly capable of looking after my own affairs. Sarah raised her head proudly. I believe that was the dinner gong. We should go in or we shall keep the others waiting.

He inclined his head, offering her his arm. As you say, Miss Goodrum. Please accept my apologies if I have wronged you.

Sarah hesitated and then placed the tips of her fingers on his arm, her head high as they walked towards the dining room. She could only keep her distance and hope he would do the same.

The last thing shed expected when she came here was to find herself having to fend off the advances of a man she suspected was a rake. Charming and undeniably attractive, he would make most female hearts flutter, but Sarah had come here to escape from the unwanted attentions of a similar man.

Had she been less stubborn she might have fled the next morning, but she had no intention of letting Lord Myers drive her away.

Rupert watched the governess across the table as she talked and laughed with her pupils. She seemed very at home, very much as if she were accustomed to dining in style, and showed no hesitation in choosing the correct glasses and silver. Her manner was calm and assured, and, apart from the dark looks she sent his way now and then, she seemed perfectly at ease. He knew himself at fault for that kiss, but shed looked at him with such a challenge in her eyes that hed been tempted. If she were truly what she claimed, he had wronged her, but his instincts told him that she was far from the downtrodden drudge that most women in her situation became after a few years.

The dress she was wearing this evening was far too stylish to belong to a governess. It was plain and simple, but in perfect taste, and must have cost as much as she would earn in a year. How could she possibly own a dress like that if she were what she claimed to be? It must have been given to her, possibly made to fit herand who would give a governess such a gift? Yet it was not what he would have purchased for a mistress. Instead it had an understated elegance that a lady with refined taste might choose.

The gown had made him think she must be an adventuress, which had led him into that foolish kiss. He was here to mentor his uncles grandchildren and the last thing he should contemplate was an affair with their governess. Perhaps a grateful employer had given her the gown, as a gift?

If that were the case, he had definitely wronged her, but it did not explain her manner. Summoned to eat with their employer, most governesses would show reserve or some awkwardness even if their manners were excellent, as hers were. No, she was accustomed to dining like thisand she felt it her right.

Only a woman who felt assured of her place in the world could be so at home in the situation he had forced her to accept. Had he met her in society he would not have placed her in the upper echelons, but she would certainly be accepted. Why, then, was she a governess? Had her family fallen on hard times? Yet if she were in desperate need of a job she would not be so confidentso assured. His suspicion deepened. Rupert had reason enough to distrust the female sex. His heart broken when he was no more than a lad, hed never offered it again. Since then hed amused himself with ladies of a certain kind, most of them married or widowed. A few of his mistresses had been courtesans, prepared to sell themselves to the highest bidder, and were usually not to be trusted.

Miss Goodrum did not follow the pattern for a downtrodden governess, which made him certain that she was not what she claimed. It followed that she was hiding somethingbut rather than fear hed seen a challenge in her eyes. And she had responded to that kiss.

Her manner had aroused Ruperts hunting instincts. He found her intriguing, and, yes, had he met her in other circumstances, he might have attempted to make her his mistress.

Who was she and why was she here? Their eyes met across the table and he smiled, seeing the uncertainty in hers. Had he made an enemy of her? Rupert suddenly found himself hoping that he could recover the lost ground. She looked so right somehow as she laughed and teased John and encouraged Francesca. He experienced a strange emotion that he could not placeas if he had found a place of content, of belonging.

For the first time in an age he wanted to be a part of that family scene. It struck him then that Miss Goodrum was more like an aunt or an elder sister to Francesca, and the smile on her lips was both generous and sweet.

Yet there was a mystery here. Hed sensed it from the start and he took hold of his emotions, reining them in. A womans smile could deceive so easily. Hed been burned as a young man, his pride ripped to pieces and his heart damaged. Since then hed chosen carefully and made sure that none of the ladies he took to his bed had buried their claws in his skin.

The governess had claws. There was passion and fire beneath the cool exterior. It would certainly prove amusing to discover who she really was and why shed come here.

What was she hiding from?

John was sent to bed as soon as dinner was over. Francesca was allowed to drink a dish of tea in the drawing room with her governess, but as soon as Lord Myers joined them, he sent her off to bed. Sarah immediately rose to her feet to follow. He caught her wrist, as she would have passed him.

The candles were burning low in their sconces and the fire had ceased to burn fiercely. Shadows seemed to creep over the room, making it feel intimate and tempting her to staybut she must not!

There is no need for you to leave, Miss Goodrum.

I think there is every need, sir. Please allow me to pass. Sarahs heart raced at his nearness, the mystique of his scent powerful and attractive. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, knowing that this was a dangerous situation. She must go before he tried to seduce her.

He let go reluctantly, his expression odd and almost regretful. I am sorry for what I said earlier. I was testing you. You must admit that dress is not the usual attire for a governess.

No, I suppose not. It belongs to the time when my father was alive. He bought it for me as a gift. My father was careful with his money, sir, and he spent it on me.

Sarah avoided his searching gaze, though her words were not far from the truth. Shed purchased the gown when her first period of mourning was over with the money her beloved father had left her and because it was a favourite shed kept it. Had she worn some of her other newer gowns she could not have hoped to keep her secret.

Then I apologise for casting aspersions on your character. Come, Miss Goodrum, will you not forgive me?

Consider yourself forgiven, my lord. I only wish to be on good terms with you.

She deliberately made her voice flat, calm and emotionless, hoping that her reserve would make him step back.

Then I shall not tease you again. We must not allow our charges to sense animosity between us.

No, that would be unfortunate, she agreed, bringing her eyes up to his. His expression set her heart thumping. She had seen that look in a mans eyes before and it disturbed her. Normally she had no hesitation in dealing with unwanted seducers, but this man was different, more powerful and compelling than any other shed met. We shall try to be easy in one anothers company for their sakes.




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О книге: BENEATH THE GOVERNESS’S BLUSH…Heiress Sarah Hardcastle is convinced her plan to escape the unwanted attentions of a fortune-hunter is foolproof. Buried deep in the countryside, and with a whole new identity as prim governess Miss Goodrum, Sarah is looking forward to the quiet life for once…But her careful masquerade is shaken when she meets her pupils’ mentor, Lord Rupert Myers. An incorrigible flirt, Rupert has the looks and the charm to make Sarah blush all the way down to her high-buttoned neckline – and the determination to uncover what’s beneath! Sarah will need her wits about her if she’s to resist Rupert’s roguish ways and keep her secret intact…

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