Becoming a Lady

By

Marie Higgins

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or
dead,
is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Becoming
A
Lady

Copyright
© 2013 by Marie Higgins

(
this
book was previously published under my old pen name – Phyllis)

Cover Design by Sheri
McGathy

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Dorothy Paxton is not pleased when a handsome Englishman walks into her inn and announces he's taking her to England to reunite her with the grandfather who turned his back on her years ago. Her escort, Calvin Seton, bribes her by paying her brother's doctor's bills, and soon she's on the ship sailing for London. Little by little, Calvin's charm softens her heart. While her lady's companion teaches her to become a lady, Dorothy is secretly wondering if the price of love is worth it. Especially when she knows Calvin will walk out of her life as soon as they reach England.

Can she afford the cost of love?

Dedication

I want to thank Melissa Lynne Blue, Mary Martinez, and Veronica for helping me with this story. You ladies are the greatest!

Chapter One

New York, 1823

The Once Proud Goose

With great curiosity, Calvin Seton stared at the sign creaking above the inn door. He had to hand it to these
Americans,
the establishment had been christened with an exceptionally creative name. Truly, the most unique he’d encountered since he’d stumbled across the tavern dubbed
The Moldy Eye
located
in Scotland.

Shrugging away his musing, Calvin adjusted his hat, grasped his walking stick and limped toward the three wooden steps leading into the inn. Thankfully, there were only three steps to climb. He loathed steps because of his injured leg. Nevertheless, he was here for one and one purpose alone. Find the Duke of
Longdale’s
illegitimate granddaughter, Dorothy Paxton. What worried Calvin was that he would have to drag the girl back to England kicking and screaming.

Just thinking of the job he’d reluctantly accepted had him gritting his teeth in irritation. While the duke paid well, Calvin didn’t think retrieving the man’s long-lost granddaughter constituted much of a position for a gentleman. But Calvin’s father and
Longdale
were friends, and with Calvin’s military career up in flames, the position had been impossible to refuse.

The old duke had expertly appealed to Calvin’s ego, arguing that no other man had the necessary skills for the job. As a high-ranking scout officer, Calvin had done reconnaissance on a regular basis for three long years.

Lamplight shone golden and inviting through the window, beckoning Calvin up the steps. The tantalizing scent of roasted meat and ale wafted from the door. Even if his quest for Miss Paxton didn’t end here, he could certainly use a hot meal. He swung the door inward and—

Crash!

An entire table toppled, sending several pints and plates filled with food rolling across the floor. Calvin jumped back to keep from getting anything splattered on his boots.

A young woman in brown, homespun
garb,
hurried around one side, squaring off with a man who looked to be in his fiftieth year.

“Mr. Slater, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The girl held her chin at a defiant angle as she kept the toppled table between herself and the man.

“Come now, missy. I offered to pay ye
fer
it.”

“The services you’re referring to are not offered at my establishment. Kindly leave.”

Shock washed through Calvin. This place was hers? Impossible! She was too young—mayhap early in her twentieth year. He must have not heard correctly.

The handful of patrons scattered about the room, gawking at the display. They seemed less inclined to help the young serving woman. Calvin took a few careful steps forward, preparing to help the wench if these savage Americans didn’t feel the need.

Slater staggered two steps around the corner of the table with the obvious intent to continue pursuit of his petite young prey.

“I’m warning you, Mr. Slater. Jeremy will be back any moment and Mrs.
Currey
is right up those stairs. Leave now before things start to get ugly.” The young woman’s gazed moved slowly over the man named Slater, from his dingy worn clothes, to his scuffed up boots. She shrugged. “On second thought, I see things have already gotten ugly.” She hurried toward a door leading to the back room as a few patrons chuckled.

Slater growled. “Missy,
yer
threats don’t scare me.” He lunged to grab her, but she darted away. “Come now, my dear. I bet
ye’ve
never been kissed by a real man.”

“Ha!” She laughed haughtily. “A
real
man is going to kiss me? Where is he? For some reason, I thought you were the one after that privilege.”

Snickers scattered around the room, but still, nobody moved to help.

The man with silver streaks through his dark hair drew closer to the young woman by the second, and if Slater didn’t back away, Calvin would interfere. The poor girl would not be able to fight off Slater by herself. He was double the girl’s size, and although obviously foxed, Slater could still be powerfully strong.

“Ah, but Missy.
I
am
a real man. Come ‘ere and let me show ye.”

She glared at her attacker, swiping a blonde curl off her forehead, pushing it back toward the bun skewed on her neck. “I can assure you, Mr. Slater, if you are a real man, then I would rather be kissed by a cow.” She held up a hand, her palm facing him.

Slater jumped, and as quick as a blink, grabbed the young woman’s wrists.
“
Ye’r
not
gettin
’ away from me now.”

“I beg you, Slater, leave now. I see no need for violence.”

“Pity,” Calvin interrupted loudly, grasping Slater’s shoulder, “but I do.”

Slater whirled toward Calvin, the drunk’s glassy eyes wide with shock at being confronted by a stranger. “This is none of
yer
business.”

Calvin tightened his grip, making the man flinch. “The lady asked you to leave. I suggest you do so before I feel the need to help
you through that door.”

“Lady?”
Slater belched, and it was followed by a laugh. “Ye think she’s a
lady
?”

He shoved at Calvin, making him stumble back into a table. A sharp pain shot through his injured leg and he grimaced. Quickly, he righted himself, preparing himself for battle, because clearly this imbecile did not understand when to stop.

“Lo, look what we ‘
ave
‘ere.” Slater pointed towards Calvin.
“A cripple who wants to play rescuer.”

The bulky man began to turn toward the young woman again. Calvin gripped his cane harder and struggled to be of some assistance. Just then the woman lifted a bottle of spirits and smacked it across Slater’s head. Breaking glass fell around the man mere seconds before he fell, slamming to the floor in an unconscious heap. Blood trickled from the cut on his forehead.

Shuffling of feet pounded on the floor as a man—slightly younger than the woman—ran in from outside. He stood over Slater’s body, shifting his gaze between him and the woman. “Dorothy? What have you done this time?”

Calvin blinked with wide eyes.
Dorothy?
As in Dorothy Paxton?
Silently, he prayed this was not the duke’s granddaughter.
Longdale
would have heart palpitations if he knew his long-lost granddaughter turned out like…this.

She dropped the neck of the broken bottle before planting her hands on her slim hips. Her gaze stayed on the younger man throwing an accusing glare. “Jeremy, do not lay blame at my feet. Anyone here will tell you Mr. Slater made unwanted advances toward me.” Her eyes moved to Calvin, and she pointed. “Ask this man right here. He even tried to get Slater to leave.”

Jeremy looked upon Calvin for the first time. Within seconds, the young man’s eyes widened as they traveled over Calvin. In fact, the woman acted as if she finally noticed him as well.

“I’m much obliged to you for assisting my sister,” Jeremy said and bowed.

Calvin returned the bow. “I could see how foxed the man was, and because of his intoxicated state, he would not listen to your sister’s warning. I feared for your sister’s safety.”

Jeremy turned to a couple of other men. “Help me move Slater outside.”

The clatter of footsteps on the stairs had Calvin turning toward the noise. A buxom woman wearing an off-white apron around her thick waist hustled into view. She gasped and ran to Dorothy.

“Miss Paxton, what happened here? Did another bloke try to force himself on you?”

Calvin’s hopes dropped as he silently cursed. This couldn’t possibly be… No, he couldn’t believe it. Yet the more he watched her—now relaxed and smiling as if she owned the victorious moment—the more she resembled her grandfather, Duke of
Longdale
.

Things were getting worse by the minute.

Taking a deep breath, Calvin moved toward a table and sat. Dorothy eyed him suspiciously as she helped the older woman lift the table that had toppled earlier. She and the woman talked in low voices as they cleaned the floor, but Calvin could not understand them. His mind was still trying to wrap around the fact that this woman was the duke’s granddaughter.

How was Calvin supposed to bring her back to her grandfather looking like this, in the worn and dirty clothes of a working class woman? Especially a woman who owns the inn! The old duke was way up in years, and there had been rumors of his health declining. Seeing his long-lost granddaughter like this would certainly put the old man in his grave.

Once the food had been picked off the floor and the other patrons were seated at their tables, Dorothy’s gaze rested fully on Calvin. Eyes wide, she glanced over him from the top of his hat down the length of his body to his Hessian boots. A smirk played upon her mouth.

“Good day, Miss,” Calvin greeted.

“Good day?” she answered. “You think this is a good day?”

“I’m quite certain you have had better,” he quickly corrected.

Chuckling, she shook her head. “Actually, Mister, this is a normal day for me. Now, what can I get you?
Food or drink?”

“Forgive me, but I’m not here for either. As it were, I’m looking for someone.”

“I gathered as much.” She tilted her head, her stare narrowing. “But I don’t give out information unless you order a drink or a meal.”

Placing his hat on the table, he leaned forward. Peering directly into her steely blue eyes, he slid a couple coins on the surface. “If that is your game, then serve me a whiskey.
Watered down, if you please.”

“If I please?”
She snorted again. She grabbed the coins then moved quickly into the other room. Within seconds, she brought him a cup and set it in front of him.