Her Wicked Proposal novel Chapter 9

But he would touch her. The very thought of how he might do that made her body flush and suddenly she was a little dizzy. Taking a seat in a wingback chair in the parlor close to the front entrance, she waited. A minute or so later a footman announced Baron Lennox and Viscount Sheridan's arrival. As she had been expecting him, she'd given the footman orders to bring them to the parlor directly.

Lord Ashton Lennox entered first, his left arm dropping from Cedric's side as though neither man wanted her to see he'd been guiding Cedric like a child on leading strings. Anne rose at once and smiled at them as she approached. She took Cedric's outstretched hand and without a word led him to a chair.

"I am glad to see you are in good health, Lord Lennox," Anne remarked.

Ashton chuckled pleasantly. "Thank you. I ought to have made my apologies again for the nature of our last meeting." Anne had to admit, Lennox was quite dashing when he wasn't gazing at someone with that frightening intensity she so often saw him use. It was as though he was analyzing everyone and everything around him-for what purpose, she could only guess.

"I take it you have fully recovered?" Anne asked, thinking back to last December when she'd seen Ashton at Emily's house, bleeding from a gunshot. He'd been wounded while he and Godric had been at a house of ill-repute. Given the time of day, and the happily married status of the Duke of Essex, Anne suspected there was something more behind why the men had gone to the Midnight Garden midmorning, and it had nothing to do with bedding women.

It was an awkward thing to see Lennox again after she'd seen him bare-chested. Under other circumstances that might have been considered compromising. Thankfully, they'd been at the Duke of Essex's house and Emily wouldn't have breathed a word to anyone about what happened. Still, Anne wasn't going to forget seeing Ashton's bare, muscled chest, wound or no. It made her wonder what Cedric's bare chest would look like...

Heat crept into her cheeks. When Ashton raised a brow, she glanced away until he spoke.

"I have, thank you. May I offer my condolences on your father's passing?" Ashton was ever the gentleman, and Anne smiled warmly at him.

"Thank you. He is greatly missed. And how are you, Lord Sheridan?" Anne turned to Cedric, who had been silently facing her. His once vibrant and warm brown eyes were blank, but the rest of his face held the nuances of his expressions. He looked intense and focused with his brows knit together. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about.

"I am well, and you?" he replied.

"Very well." Damn, this was all too formal. But what had she expected? She had put so much effort into pushing him away the last few years that bridging that gap to form a friendship seemed almost impossible. She also feared that if she showed any warmth toward him he'd treat her motives with suspicion and not trust her when she asked for his help.

Cedric cleared his throat. "As my letter informed you, I have procured the special license and set a date at St. George's five days hence. Is that amenable to you? I do not wish to rush you if you need time to have a gown made or..." His voice trailed off.

It was clear he had no knowledge of a woman's requirements for a wedding. Fortunately for the both of them, she was going to wear a gown she already owned and did not desire any unnecessary amount of fanfare.

"A Saturday wedding will be lovely," Anne assured him.

The subtle lines of tension about his mouth relaxed. "Good. That is good. Oh, I mustn't forget. Godric has invited me to dine with him this evening, and I believe Emily will be sending you an invitation shortly. I hope you will consent to come."

She was surprised by his eagerness, though he quickly struggled to veil it in his expression.

"I will be happy to come, of course," she answered.

Emily St. Laurent, the Duchess of Essex, was Anne's close friend. When Anne had been eighteen, she'd had her come-out in London and met Emily's mother. The lovely Mrs. Parr had helped her enter society smoothly. Anne had vowed to return the favor for Mrs. Parr's daughter when Emily's parents had been lost at sea over a year ago.

Of course, Anne had little actual time introducing Emily to London because Godric, Cedric, and the other rogues he called his friends had abducted the poor girl on her second night coming out in London society.