When Only An Indecent Duke Will Do (Romancing the Rake 1)

Bianca gave a bit of a giggle and a wave and he returned a smile. She was a contender for certain. He stood straighter wondering which delightful miss he’d like to taste.

Lord Moorish pointed to the last girl down the line. “And this is Adrianna.”

Luke glanced at the last woman, dismissing her from the first. She was slender for starters, more so than any of her sisters, and he liked some good curves to hold onto. While her features might have been the most perfectly symmetrical and beautiful he’d ever seen, there was a hardness about her eyes that told him she’d not be interested in what he had in mind. “A pleasure, ladies.”

“We’re very much looking forward to dining with you, my lord, but first lets you and I discuss the schedule tomorrow.” Mr. Moorish gestured toward a chair for Luke to sit. “We’ve a boat that will be stopping to pick up additional goods in Haversham that leaves at noon. If you’re still interested in heading north, you’re more than welcome to board it.”

Luke slapped his thigh, his first objective already met. “Thank you, most kind of you.”

Lord Moorish held up his hand. “Please understand this isn’t a passenger ship. We keep a tight schedule and if you’re not on that boat by eleven forty-five, it sails without you.”

Luke gave a single nod. “I understand. Perfectly. Eleven forty-five.” Silently, he gave a cheer. That left plenty of time for drinking tonight and to drag himself from bed in the morning to board that boat.

“You must have very important business in Haversham that you are working so hard to get there.” Juliet straightened her skirts about her knees, her slender hands, drawing his attention to the lovely silk of her gown.

He hated the rumble of guilt that reverberated through his chest as he tried to think of an appropriate answer. Why should he feel guilty lying to these women? He didn’t. Nor would he allow guilt at the idea of stealing a little peck. A kiss was almost no harm, it wasn’t like he intended to leave one with child. She might even like such a romantic adventure. Experience. “Indeed. Important land deal,” he muttered trying to give as little detail as possible.

“Really,” Adrianna asked, leaning forward. “A land deal? Are Lord Dashlane and Lord Craven also participating in this deal?”

He looked at the last Moorish sister, attempting to quell his irritation. Her bright blues eyes stared back at him, one eyebrow slightly cocked and her chin notched at a jaunty angle that dared him to continue to lie. What a minx. His blood surged in his veins. Dare accepted.

* * *

Adrianna Moorish stared at the cad who currently lounged in her sitting room as though he were a dear member of the family and not some snake outsider come to pillage their fruits.

She drew in a breath, puffing out her small chest. Not on her watch. She might be the youngest Moorish but she was also the strongest. She’d developed a razor-sharp tongue over the years, likely because it had been her only defense in her youth against the onslaught of four older sisters who were all bigger and stronger. She was still the smallest, of course, but in all likelihood, the most feared.

Not that she’d ever truly hurt her sisters, she’d protect them with every tool she had, just as they would her. But this man had come for nefarious purposes and she was going to cut him down until he skulked away in tears. All right. She couldn’t actually picture the earl crying, but he’d skulk. There would be definite skulking. There was no doubt about that.

Just as she’d make certain he didn’t go near any of her sisters. She’d been given this task and she had every intention of completing the job. Her soon-to-be brother in law, the Duke of Rathmore, had pulled her aside earlier in the day and warned her that Crestwood was the worst sort of gentleman. He’d told her not to allow any of her sisters near the man and certainly not to allow them to be alone with him.

Adrianna had scrunched her brow, staring at her Rathmore. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

Rathmore had given her a pat on the shoulder. “Because you are just the Moorish to keep him in check. He’s a rake, Adrianna, through and through. Don’t allow his charming smile to win you over and don’t let him anywhere near your sisters. Juliet and Bianca are so trusting. Please watch over them tonight.”

Adrianna levelled Crestwood with another glare. She was ready, and Rathmore was correct on both counts. This man was the worst sort of rogue, she could see it in his every gesture, and Adrianna was the woman for the job when it came to protecting her family. “Well, my lord, are you going to answer my question?”

He sat up straighter, his grin growing brittle as more of his teeth showed. He was a wolf, a handsome wolf, but a predator nonetheless. “What question was that? I’ve forgotten.”

“What sort of land deal are you and your friends venturing into that cannot wait?” She sat straighter, a triumphant smile surely curling her lips. This was a topic she actually had some knowledge on, making it a perfect one to highlight his deceitful nature. Her sisters would surely see what a snake he was by the time she was done. She’d bet her dowry he was lying.

Adrianna might have just told her sisters outright that the man was no good but she’d seen firsthand that it wouldn’t work. Juliet wouldn’t believe her, and in all likelihood, her elder sister would just spend that much more time with the man, trying to prove Adrianna wrong.

Crestwood’s mouth turned down further but he didn’t respond as her father interceded. “Adrianna, that’s not something our guest need answer.”

Drat, she tapped her fan against her knee. She’d nearly had Crestwood trapped. Any parcel of land large enough for three lords to consider buying together, had a very limited pool of buyers. Which meant there was likely no competition for the sale. So why the rush?

“I’m simply making conversation, Papa. Shouldn’t I be interested in the topic our guest had mentioned for discussion?”

Her father frowned and muttered something about an interrogation, but she ignored the word.

Instead, she turned back to Crestwood and put on her best smile, trying to relax her brow in the hopes of looking kind rather than accusatory. “Isn’t that right, Lord Crestwood? You mentioned the deal. Wouldn’t you say it was polite to ask questions?”

He gave her a long look, turning his head first one way and then the other. “Polite isn’t quite the word that came to mind.”

She gave a delicate sniff, pretending not to understand his meaning. Two could play this game. “I find real estate quite fascinating. For example, did you know that the Louisiana Purchase was over two million kilometers?”

“Fascinating,” he replied, sitting back in his chair. His tone implied he’d found it anything but as his arms relaxed at his side, she narrowed her gaze. He was stepping directly into her trap.