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While he was just the opposite.
She inhaled, tightening her fingers to still their nervous trembling. She would have only this one chance, and she mustn’t bungle it.
“I am Melisande Fleming. My father was Ernest Fleming of the Northumberland Flemings.” Her family was old and well respected, and she didn’t deign to elaborate. If he hadn’t heard of them before this, her protestations of respectability would do her no good now. “Father is dead, but I have two brothers, Ernest and Harold. My mother was a Prussian émigré, and she is also dead. You may remember that I am friends with Lady Emeline, who—”
“Yes, yes.” He lifted his hand from his face to wave away her credentials. “I know who you are, I just didn’t know . . .”
“My name.”
He inclined his head. “Quite. As I said—an idiot.”
She swallowed. “May I have your answer?”
“It’s just that”—he shook his head and gestured vaguely with long fingers—“I know I had too much to drink last night and I’m still a little dazed by Miss Templeton’s defection, so my mental facilities may not yet be up to par, but I don’t see why you’d want to marry me.”
“You are a viscount, my lord. False modesty ill becomes you.”
His wide mouth curved in a faint smile. “Rather tart-tongued, aren’t you, for a lady seeking a gentleman’s hand?”
She felt the heat rise in her neck and cheeks and had to fight the urge to simply fling open the door and run.
“Why,” he a wh">“Why,sked softly, “amongst all the other viscounts in the world, why marry me?”
“You are an honorable man. I know this from Emeline.” Melisande stepped cautiously, picking and choosing her words with care. “From the brevity of your engagement to Mary, you are anxious to wed, are you not?”
He cocked his head. “It would certainly appear so.”
She nodded. “And I wish to have my own household instead of living on the generosity of my brothers.” A partial truth.
“You have no monies of your own?”
“I have an excellent dowry and monies that are mine besides that. But an unmarried lady can hardly live by herself.”
“True.”
He contemplated her, apparently quite content to have her stand before him like a petitioner before the king. After a bit, he nodded and stood, his height forcing her to look up. She might be a tall woman, but he was a taller man.
“Forgive me, but I must be blunt in order to avert an embarrassing misunderstanding later. I wish a real marriage. A marriage that, with God’s grace, will produce children begot in a shared marriage bed.” He smiled charmingly, his turquoise eyes glinting just a little. “Is that also what you seek?”
She held his eyes, not daring to hope. “Yes.”
He bowed his head. “Then, Miss Fleming, I am honored to accept your offer of marriage.”
Her chest felt constricted, and at the same time it was as if a fluttering wild thing beat against her rib cage, struggling to burst free and go flying about the room in joy.
Melisande held out her hand. “Thank you, my lord.”
He smiled quizzically at her proffered hand and then took it. But instead of shaking to seal the bargain, he bent his head over her knuckles, and she felt the soft brush of his warm lips. She repressed a shudder of longing at the simple touch.
He straightened. “I only hope that you will still thank me after our wedding day, Miss Fleming.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but he was already turning away. “I’m afraid I have an awful head. I’ll call on your brother in three days, shall I? I must play the forsaken lover for at least three days, don’t you think? Any shorter a period and it might reflect badly on Miss Templeton.”
With an ironic smile, he gently closed the door behind him.
Melisande let her shoulders slump with the release of tension. She stared at the door a moment and then looked around the room. It was ordinary, small and a bit untidy. Not the sort of place one would associate with her world turning upside down. And yet—unless the last quarter hour had been a waking dream—this was the place that had seen her life take a new and completely unexpected diversion.
She examined the back of her hand. There was no mark to show where he had kissed her. She’d known Jasper Renshaw, Lord Vale, for years, but in all that time, he’d never hsho he’d nad occasion to touch her. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like when he touched his lips to hers. Her body trembled at the thought.
