Page 17 of The Earl’s Marriage of Convenience

“Why do I feel like I should cover my ears?” Edwin remarked, arching a brow.

“Whatever for?” Hawthorne gave a him a look that was anything but innocent.

“I’m regretting coming.”

“No, you’re not.” Pere all but rolled her eyes.

“Yes, in fact, maybe you should leave and give us a moment of privacy—”

Edwin groaned.

“Yes, I can be in control for a few—”

“And we’re stopping there if you know what’s in your best interest,” Pere cut in, shooting her husband a glare that had no heat, just amusement.

“See. Control.” Hawthorne leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“You don’t complain.” Pere jabbed him with her elbow.

Edwin watched as Hawthorne moved away just in time, as if anticipating the movement. If he’d had any lingering questions, which he didn’t, Edwin decided that such a display affirmed that the two of them were a perfect match. Odd as it seemed, the reformed rake and his mildly aggressive sister were ideal for one another. He watched as they met each other’s gazes, and then Edwin glanced down, not wanting to intrude on their moment.

“Where in the blazes is Henley? I feel damned uncomfortable with you two flirting so openly.”

“Never did I think I’d call you a prude, Edwin. Yet here I am. You’re a prude.”

“You’re my sister; it’s weird. Make it stop and I won’t be a prude,” he added.

“Edwin’s calling himself a prude, I feel I missed something monumental…” Henley’s voice trailed off as he entered, Anna at his side. “Unless it’s regarding the fact that you two are sitting remarkably close and Pere is now blushing. I stand corrected. I missed nothing. In fact, I’m glad I’m late.”

Anna smacked Henley’s arm, giving him a mock glare that had nothing but amusement as she all but waddled into the room and was helped into a seat by Henley.

“Anna, I was outnumbered, so I’m thankful you’re here.” Pere stood and came over to give her sister-in-law and best friend a delicate hug before touching her round belly gently. “How’s little one today?”

“Active.” Anna’s tone was weary but delighted.

Edwin averted his gaze and looked to Henley, who was gazing adoringly at his wife.

The very same woman Edwin had expected to marry. But that felt like a lifetime ago, and it was never meant to be. He knew that now, but the rejection had stung his pride at least. But looking at the two of them and the family they were creating, he couldn’t feel anything but happiness for them.

Maybe that was progress. The proof the ton needed to see. That he could move on. Edwin thought back to Lady Molly. That would be verification, would it not? If he courted her in earnest, it would display he had fully moved on, though he wondered how anyone could question such a thing when he was constantly in Henley’s company.

But the ton was a strange beast.

“Forgive my tardiness.” Lady Eliza’s voice was slightly breathless as she strode into the parlor.

“Ah, welcome. No, you’re right on time. Dinner hasn’t been announced yet, and Henley and Anna only just arrived.” Pere gave her a reassuring smile before taking her seat beside her husband once more.

“Good, I’m thankful to hear it.”

Edwin watched as her shoulders relaxed slightly, and the focus on her shoulders allowed his gaze to take in the rest of her appearance. Her dress was a deep emerald that followed that high waist fashion that was so prevalent. She was lovely; there was no denying that fact. His eyes flickered up to her face and met her gaze.

Clearly, she’d seen his appraisal. He gave a smile, a little nod, and shrugged. There was nothing for it, and he wasn’t interested, for heaven’s sake. If he acted embarrassed for being caught, it would merely make him look guilty.

He wasn’t guilty.

He was curious.

“Lady Eliza,” he greeted.