All heads turned around, and the real marquis of Lyndhurst found his gray eyes filled with the sight of two very shabbily dressed young adults. A lad of somewhat above average height, on the lean and lanky side with a pleasant, oval-shaped face and a mass of wavy brown hair, stepped in and towards him, hand extended. However, it was the beauty at his side that took his breath away.
She was absolutely remarkable, though completely and utterly shabbily clothed. Her exceptionally long hair flowed in vibrant, honey-colored waves to her small waist. He then brought his gaze up to find that her cherry lips had formed a warm and welcoming smile. She was not shy about her manner of dress, and in fact, her green eyes were bright with amusement. Mrs. Debbs started to make the introductions, and he had another moment in which to peruse her from head to toe, and he found that her figure was provocatively sensual, perhaps more so in her breeches!
Damn, even in her buckskins—hell, this one was ravishing. No other word for it, and for a moment he wished he could claim his real identity. Even as he thought that, he shrugged such a nonsensical thought away. What was wrong with him?
And then all hell broke loose!
On the heels of these two youths came a huge black and white harlequin Great Dane. Its tongue lolled as it pranced, and it made its way first to the plump young man (which of course was Robby), eyed him, sniffed him, and decided he adored him.
“Oh … oh … nice doggie …” Robby said nervously.
Thusly encouraged, doggie jumped up to further make his acquaintance, placed his two front paws on Robby’s shoulders, and matched him in height. This left Robby speechless but produced objections from the remaining party.
“No, Caesar!” Jewelene rebuked.
Caesar immediately thought it best he show he meant no harm and painted Robby’s face with his large tongue.
“No, Caesar … do not do that to the marquis’s face!” cried James, thinking of course that Robby was the marquis. He could hear his aunt crying and screaming that Caesar was killing the marquis, at which point he stopped to turn and tell his aunt that his dog meant no harm and was just being playful and loving.
“Down, you silly brute!” cried Jewelene, jumping over a stool to grab at the Great Dane and wrestle him to the ground.
Caesar, finding himself the object of attack, went down and turned over, offering his belly to all and any who might want to rub it. Jewels, who was already there, laughed and accommodated him but told him he was a horrid animal all the while.
Her brother joined her on the floor, and although he admonished her, saying, “Jewels, he will never behave if you are going to coddle him,” he then merely turned on his beloved pet and wagged a finger. “Bad dog.”
Caesar rolled over onto his belly, put his head between his two huge front paws, and sighed heavily.
“Oh, poor brute,” said Robby, ever soft-hearted. “He really didn’t do anything …”
Sir James grinned as rose up and extended his hand. “Hello … we have gotten off to a wild start. So then you are the Marquis of Lyndhurst … welcome to Henshaw House … I suppose you’ve all got acquainted already. Hope we aren’t too late … just couldn’t break away from a chore at the stables, but … here now.” He turned and eyed the tall, good-looking man standing off a bit to one side, and Robby blushed and hurriedly introduced him. “Oh … ah … yes … my cousin, the, er … Honorable Ryker … Robendale …”
Mrs. Debbs waved fluttering fingers. “Please … everyone do sit and be comfortable—except you, Jewelene, as I am sure would like to go upstairs and freshen up …”
“Oh, Auntie, since Stanton is already here with the tea, I’ll go freshen up afterwards,” Jewelene said, not at all embarrassed by her unladylike outfit. “It’s too late anyway—already caught in the act …” With that Jewels laughed unselfconsciously and took charge of the tea tray, easily pouring and handing out the tea cups.
She handed over a cup to the huge, outstandingly good-looking gentleman she had been led to believe was the Honorable Ryker Robendale and met his deep gray eyes. A definite sensation sped through her, and she felt a flutter of butterflies in her tummy, a thing most unusual, as she had never before been so affected by a handsome beau. She found that she liked the way his long and layered waves of dark blonde hair framed his handsome face. She liked the cut of his broad shoulders and the manner in which he held himself.
She felt taken by a sudden interest and felt a blush steal into her cheeks as she hurriedly looked away and picked up a cup to hand it to Elizabeth, who was nearest to the man they believed was the marquis. “Why don’t you give this to the marquis,” she said softly to her pretty cousin and stole another glance at the tall, quiet gentleman who had casually walked over and taken a seat so very near to her own.
“You really should go up and change, dear.” Her aunt clucked her tongue. “You smell of the stables.”
“Never mind, Mrs. Debbs … I have always had a fondness of horses,” Ryker said with a smile.
“And there isn’t any time. Going back out,” said her nephew.
“Going back out?” Mrs. Debbs looked incredulous. “What can you mean, you are going back out?” She eyed her nephew dubiously. “You cannot—”
“Sorry, Aunt, previous arrangement. Have no choice …” Jewelene turned to the marquis to smile and then glanced at his cousin. “You understand … we shall return by dinner.”
“But where … why?” Mrs. Debbs shook her head.
“To see Ben … it is important,” Sir James stuck in with a look at Robby. “You understand, my lord … wouldn’t go, if it weren’t … but no doubt you two have had a long journey and might like to take a nap …”
Ryker burst out with a laugh, “Not in our dotage, Sir James!”
Jimmy grinned. “No, of course not …”
“We are so sorry, but we won’t be gone long,” Jewelene said softly and smiled at Robby, whom, of course, she believed to be the marquis. “I must tell you, my lord, that I adore your mama … she absolutely quite captivated our hearts. She is so very lively, and it was quite good fun hearing the many tales she had to tell us about our mother when they were at school together. It brought our mother back to us so very vividly …” Jewelene’s eyes glistened for a moment, and her voice trailed off as she pursed her lips.