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“Good heavens,” he responded, “were you even out of leading strings?”
“Just barely,” Lucy said, still puzzling over her odd reaction. It was probably just because she didn’t often think of her father. He had been gone so long that there weren’t many questions to which the late Earl of Fennsworth constituted the reply.
“He thought it an important skill,” she continued. “Even for girls. Our home is near the Dover coast, and there were always smugglers. Most of them were friendly—everyone knew who they were, even the magistrate.”
“He must have enjoyed French brandy,” Mr. Bridgerton murmured.
Lucy smiled in recollection. “As did my father. But not all of the smugglers were known to us. Some, I’m sure, were quite dangerous. And…” She leaned toward him. One really couldn’t say something like this without leaning in. Where would the fun be in that?
“And…?” he prompted.
She lowered her voice. “I think there were spies.”
“In Dover? Ten years ago? Absolutely there were spies. Although I do wonder at the advisability of arming the infant population.”
Lucy laughed. “I was a bit older than that. I believe we began when I was seven. Richard continued the lessons once my father had passed on.”
“I suppose he’s a brilliant marksman as well.”
She nodded ruefully. “Sorry.”
They resumed their stroll toward the house. “I won’t challenge him to a duel, then,” he said, somewhat offhandedly.
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
He turned to her with an expression that could only be called sly. “Why, Lady Lucinda, I do believe you have just declared your affection for me.”
Her mouth flapped open like an inarticulate fish. “I have n—what could possibly lead you to that conclusion?” And why did her cheeks feel so suddenly hot?
“It could never be a fair match,” he said, sounding remarkably at ease with his shortcomings. “Although in all truth, I don’t know that there is a man in Britain with whom I could have a fair match.”
She still felt somewhat light-headed after her previous surprise, but she managed to say, “I’m sure you overstate.”
“No,” he said, almost casually. “Your brother would surely leave a bullet in my shoulder.” He paused, considering this. “Assuming he wasn’t of a mind to put one in my heart.”
“Oh, don’t be silly.”
He shrugged. “Regardless, you must be more concerned for my welfare than you were aware.”
“I’m concerned for everybody’s welfare,” she muttered.
“Yes,” he murmured, “you would be.”
Lucy drew back. “Why does that sound like an insult?”
“Did it? I can assure you it wasn’t meant to.”
She stared at him suspiciously for so long that he finally lifted his hands in surrender. “It was a compliment, I swear to you,” he said.
“Grudgingly given.”
“Not at all!” He glanced over at her, quite obviously unable to suppress a smile.
“You’re laughing at me.”
“No,” he insisted, and then of course he laughed. “Sorry. Now I am.”
“You could at least attempt to be kind and say that you are laughing with me.”
