"What are you looking at? Or, rather,
whom
are you looking at?" She
followed
Ella
's gaze, but twirling bodies blocked her view.
"It seems that Penelope doesn't consider two in a row a problem,"
Ella
spoke so only Alex could hear. "She and Blackmoor are
still
dancing ... and she looks like the cat that got the cream."
As if on cue, Alex's line of vision cleared, and she saw the couple in question. There was Gavin, holding the gorgeous Penelope in his arms. Their graceful movements only enhanced their image as a stunning couple: he,
tall
and golden-haired, she, petite and fair. Watching them, she could almost forget that Penelope was supremely unpleasant.
Could Gavin forget that, too?
Alex's brow creased as she considered that Penelope was likely an expert at Proper Conversation
and
Subtlety of the Dance.
He couldn't possibly think her a worthy candidate for courting, could he?
"...he is
an earl." Alex was shaken from her thoughts by the end of
Ella
's statement.
"I beg your pardon?" Alex fibbed, "With the chatter and the music, I didn't hear."
"I said, no wonder she looks so proud of herself... he
is
an earl after
all
... and two dances this soon after his exiting mourning, newly titled ..." She trailed off again.
She didn't have to finish her sentence. Alex understood perfectly. The gossips of the
ton
were likely already chattering about this; a newly minted earl and the daughter of a marquess dancing two dances in a row made for the most exciting kind of speculation
—
the kind that involved marriage.
"Of course, she
is
odious."
Ella
added, "Blackmoor must realize that... mustn't he?"
Alex turned away from the object of their conversation as other couples obscured her view once more, and spoke quietly, "One can only hope so."
Ignoring the unfamiliar gnawing that had begun in the pit of her stomach, she smiled a too-bright smile at her friend. "Lemonade?"
No..."
Alex whined and
pulled
the coverlet up over her head, burrowing deeper into the
warm cocoon of blankets and pill
ows to escape the
brilliant
sunlight that streamed into her bedchamber. "Eliza. I'm sleeping.
pull
the curtains and go away ... please?"
"That might work were it solely Eliza, Alexandra. But she brought reinforcements ... and as your mother, I insist you rise. You're wasting the day away."
Alex
pulled
the covers down and opened one eye to peer above the fabric. She could see her mother standing in the sunlight, regarding the gardens below with a critical eye. Recognizing the expression on the duchess's face, she groaned and pushed the covers back, sitting up in bed. "Oh, no. You're going to assign me a task."
The duchess turned to face her daughter. "A task, indeed. But a task I think
you’ll
find intriguing."
Alex cast a quizzical look at her mother and waited. A
smile broke across the duchess's face. "Dress. Then meet me to break your fast in the morning room."
Alex watched
skeptically
as her mother swept graceful
l
y from the room without offering a single hint of what she wanted. For a brief moment, Alex considered ignoring the edict and going right back to sleep, but her curiosity
—
and her hunger
—
got the best of her. With an exaggerated sigh, she rose.
By the time she entered the morning room to meet her mother three quarters of an hour later, Alex's hunger had overcome
all
other emotions. She burst through the doors, already moving toward the sideboard where the morning meal had been set. She was several paces into the room before she became aware of her surroundings and slowed to a halt.
There were flowers. Everywhere. In every shade and shape imaginable, blossoms covered tabletops and bookshelves. There were posies perched on the duchess's writing desk, vases balanced on plant stands, and even three bouquets that had been placed on the marble floor in front of the room's fireplace. Turning in a slow circle, Alex took in the room before settling her gaze on the duchess, who
, despite being seated as regall
y as any queen, was smiling quite foolishly.
"Good Lord," Alex spoke in amazement.
"Language, Alexandra. Ladies do not use that phrase. Your father and brothers have had too much influence on you."
"Mother, admit it's appropriate in this situation. You've cleaned out every hothouse in Britain!"
"Not I, daughter." The duchess did not move from her seat. "They. Every one of these blooms arrived with a card from a suitor."
Alex's eyebrows shot up. "Suitors of whom?"
"You know quite
well
that you took London by storm last night. Just as I expected you would."
A rumbling sound erupted from Alex's stomach and she was reminded of her hunger. Ignoring the smug expression that had taken over her mother's visage, she moved toward the sideboard and
filled
a plate with pastries and freshly sliced fruit while she took a deep breath and considered her next course of action.
"Mother, I cannot imagine what I could possibly have done to encourage the attentions of even a fraction of these 'suitors.' In fact, I went out of my way to avoid encouraging them."
She picked up a
calling
card from the blossoms that had been precariously perched between the breakfast trays and read the message. "Viscount St. John? He's got the
intelligence
of a goat. If this is an indication of the kind of suitors I've got simpering after me, it speaks to a significant problem with my perceived quality."
"Alexandra, there are some forty bouquets in this room alone, and I've had several posies sent to the upstairs parlor because of space constraints here. I feel confident that there are several notes from gentlemen who are not
dull
-witted." The duchess held up a stack of cards, which she had obviously
collected
prior to Alex's arrival. When she beg
an to read them aloud, Alex coll
apsed onto a chaise nearby and grazed on her breakfast while commenting on the senders in question.
"Lord Denton. He's very w
ell a
ppointed, and a marquess."
"And doesn't fail to mention both the money and the title at any opportunity."
"Arrogance isn't a terrible trait in a male, Alexandra."
"It is when the male in question is a crashing bore as
well
."
The duchess sighed and flipped to a new card. "Simon, Lord St. Marks."
"Mother, I
will
not be matched with someone who is a half a foot shorter than me."
Another sigh from the duchess. "Lord Wentworth. He's first in line for a dukedom."
"So is
will
; I wouldn't marry him either."
"What about me? Good God. Is it a funeral?" Alex was saved from her mother's
quelling
look by the arrival of
will
, whose dry question earned
him
the irritated glance.
Alex popped a strawberry into her mouth and chewed thoroughly before speaking. "No, although that might be preferable to what it
actually
is." She spread her arms and indicated
the flowers throughout the room. "These"
—
she paused for theatrical emphasis
—
"are
all
from my adoring fans. It seems I'm quite the rage."
«Well,
there's no accounting for taste, Scamp." Humor laced
will
's tone.
Alex threw her older brother a scowl and would have held it to increase the drama of the moment had she not been interrupted by the arrival of Lord Blackmoor. While most of London would have agreed that it was highly improper to pay a house visit before noon, Gavin was more family than guest, and his entry garnered no surprise. Smiling at the duchess and bowing low over her hand, he remarked wryly,
«Well,
it's a good thing I didn't arrive with flowers
—
they would have tipped this room's decor into the realm of the excessive."
The duchess returned his smile as
will
and Alex laughed aloud. "Your presence is ever so much more a treat, my lord," Her Grace said, "although I
will
venture a guess that you're here for breakfast more than you are for a glimpse at Lady Alexandra."
Gavin went to the sideboard and began
filling
a plate for himself. "Indeed, it seems that the rest of London's male population has courting Alex
well
in hand, and so I find that breakfast is what's left to me." He cast a sidelong grin at Alex, who was sifting idly through
calling
cards, pretending not to be moved by his teasing.
And, in truth, it wasn't his teasing that did move her. That, she was used to. Instead, she was reminded of the previous evening and the whirlwind of confused emotions she had felt around him, Gavin, with whom this kind of verbal sparring was the status quo. By the light of day, she realized, the graceful, looming, discomfiting male was gone, and left was her old friend. His hair was
still
damp from his morning ablutions and, despite his impeccable waistcoat and breeches and the perfect knot in his cravat, he was back to being his relaxed and casual self.
It seemed that last night was an aberration and
all
those peculiar thoughts she had had were simply that
—
peculiar. And past. Thank goodness.
Returning from the food
, plate in hand, Gavin paused just behind the chaise where Alex was ensconced. Looking over her shoulder at the cards in her hands, he spoke. "Of course, Lord Douglass sent you an invitation to ride this afternoon. He's up to his eyelids in gambling debt. You're not seriously considering accepting, are you?"
The manner in which he spoke, laced with superiority, crawled up Alex's spine, making her want to defy him even though she was
well aware
of the Viscount Douglass's shortcomings. Tamping the fiery response that sprang to her tongue, she offered a graceful shrug and flipped to the next card.
Blackmoor gave a snort of laughter. "Crane? He's an imbecile. You'd have him for breakfast."
Alex cast him a sidelong glance and remarked cool
l
y, "Lord Blackmoor, I hadn't realized that you had taken such an interest in my suitors."
"I'm simply pointing out that
all
these flowers are for naught if the likes of Crane and Douglass are your options. There must be some men worthy of consideration in the group, no?"
As Alex opened her mouth to respond, she was interrupted by the duchess. "I must speak with Cook about the menu for the evening meal. Alexandra, you have at least fifteen invitations to ride along the Serpentine this afternoon. I expect you to accept one of them before I return."
At his sister's groan,
will
laughed. "I wish I could stay and watch your torment, Alex, but I must be off to the War Office." Turning to Blackmoor, he offered a lopsided grin. "I assume
you’ll
at least stay until you've finished breakfast? Keep track of anything worthy of teasing for me,
will
you?"
Blackmoor settled back into a nearby settee and extended his legs in front of him, crossing his ankles casual
l
y. "Indeed." Turning a friendly look on Alex, he offered, "Who is next on this unfathomably impressive list of marriageable males?"
Recognizing his sarcasm, Alex
rolled
her eyes in irritation. "Mother ... don't leave me with him."
"Actual
l
y, I believe that Lord Blackmoor might be the perfect person to help you sort through these offers, Alexandra. He knows enough about the eligible men of the
ton
to be able to separate the scoundrels from the gems." Meeting the young man's eye, the duchess nodded in approval and offered a parting comment as she left the room with
will
: "I
shall
approve the decision upon my return."
Left alone in the room with Gavin, Alex let out a sigh. "I fear I won't be able to find a way out of this. How did this even happen? I went out of my way to avoid attracting suitors last night."
Leaning back in his chair, Gavin leveled Alex with a serious look. "You've learned your first lesson, Minx. Men chase that which seems unattainable."
"No. What I learned was that men are gluttons for punishment. Why 'chase' me when they could catch any number of eligible young females from last evening?"
"
Silly
girl ... because chasing you makes for more of a
challenge —
and more of a reward."
Alex offered an amused snort. "I assure you, my lord. Considering my feelings about being 'caught,' I would provide little, if any, reward."
While his body remained relaxed, his eyes narrowed on her and his voice deepened as he responded, "On the contrary, Alex. Your resistance to marriage woul
d make the reward of successfull
y courting you that much sweeter. Turning your desire for spinsterhood into a desire for something else would be quite a coup for any man. Which is why
all
of these men"
—
he indicated the room with a lazy wave of his hand
—
"have thrown their hats in the ring."
Feeling slightly unnerved by Blackmoor's words, Alex stood and moved to the sideboard to pour herself a cup of tea. With her back to him, she spoke.
"Surely not
all
men feel that way. After
all
, Penelope Gr
ayson made her...availability
...rather plainly known last night, and you didn't seem to shy away from it."
"No, I didn't." The response was unapologetic.
"And I suppose you sent flowers to her house this morning, just as
all
these men did to me?"
"Actual
l
y, I didn't. But if I had, I can't see that it would matter. Why are you so interested, Alex?"
She turned from the sideboard, stirring her tea. "I find I'm rather fascinated by the whole ordeal, to be frank. Who knew one night at a
ball
could wreak such romantic havoc on so many men at one time?" Settling herself back on the settee, she resumed reading the stack of cards and invitations that had arrived that morning.
"Lord Fairfax thinks that my hair is the color of the eastern sky at dawn."