“As do I,” Enid said.
Greydon held her gaze and something passed between them but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She felt like they were in their own world, even for just a moment. It was pleasant and she wanted to linger there with him.
But Greydon must not have felt the same because he cleared his throat and took a step back. “If you will excuse me, I have things I must see to.”
“Of course,” she said with a slight curtsy.
Greydon bowed. “Good day, Enid. I shall call upon you shortly.”
Before she could say another word, Greydon departed from the drawing room without a backward glance. It was only a moment later that she heard the main door open and close.
What an odd reaction, she thought. Why had he left so abruptly? Had she done something wrong? She truly hoped not.
ChapterTen
Greydon had made a huge mistake. He had miscalculated his feelings for Enid… again. It was growing nearly impossible to be around her without the immense desire to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Would she even welcome his advances?
No. He couldn’t pursue her. He couldn’t. To do so would be utter madness. He had meant what he had said about not caring a whit about her reputation. He was loyal to the people that mattered to him, no matter what. He would rather have a kinship with a few good, kind people than the admiration of the masses. He was not one that sought the approval of others.
But for how long could he continue on as he had, denying his feelings for Enid?
His coach came to a stop outside of his ancestral townhouse and he saw that Mr. Moore was standing near the black iron fence that surrounded his property.
Greydon exited his coach and approached Mr. Moore with a curious look. “May I ask why you are loitering outside of my townhouse?”
“I need to speak to you,” Mr. Moore said.
“Can this not be done in the comfort of my drawing room?” Greydon asked.
Ignoring his question, Mr. Moore took a step closer and asked one of his own. “Do you have any leads on the investigation?”
“At this time, I am trying to get a sense of who Lady Eugenie was,” Greydon admitted. “Was she a jealous lover or an innocent bystander in all of this?”
“What do you think she is?”
Greydon sighed. “I don’t rightly know, and that is what is bothering me.”
“I can assure you that she had nothing to do with your brother’s murder,” Mr. Moore asserted.
“I know, but I live in a world that requires actual proof. I do not rely on someone else’s word,” Greydon said.
Mr. Moore frowned. “I have been granted permission for you to join me this afternoon when I meet with Lady Eugenie in Newgate.”
“I shall look forward to it.”
“I was hoping you had discovered something that I could use because the case is stacked against Lady Eugenie.”
“If she is innocent, the truth will come out.”
Mr. Moore did not look convinced. “Yes, because we have never put to death an innocent person before,” he remarked dryly. “I shall send word about our meeting at Newgate.”
Greydon tipped his black top hat in response and headed towards the main door. It opened and Davy stood to the side to grant him entry.
After he removed his top hat, Greydon extended it towards the butler and asked, “Is my father home?”
“He is, my lord,” Davy replied. “He is in the study with Lady Rushcliffe. She only just arrived.”
“Will you see to refreshments being brought in?”
