Page 47 of A Duke in the Rough

Heat bloomed on Honoria’s cheeks, and she fixed her gaze on their joined hands. “I’m sorry, and I should apologize to Papa.”

“No.”

Not only the word, but the vitriol in her mother’s voice had Honoria jerking her head up.

“We needed to hear what you said.” Her mother’s countenance softened. “Although I cannot speak for your father, I believe we both did what we thought was best for you—and for Drake. I still believe it. You have only to look what he has made of himself. Do you think he would have done as well had you run off and married him?”

Honoria couldn’t deny the truth in her mother’s words.

“However, I am sorry it has caused you so much pain. Perhaps you could find it in your heart to forgive us.”

Could she forgive them? More importantly, could she forgive herself?

“To be honest, Mother, the only forgiveness I desire is Mr. Merrick’s.”

CHAPTER 14

After her mother’s encouragement, Honoria rose early the next morning. The breakfast room bustled with activity and chatter from all the guests. As Honoria placed a slice each of toast and sweet cake on her plate, Burwood approached her.

“You must eat a heartier breakfast than that.” He placed several pieces of bacon on her plate, along with two other types of cake. “I understand fox hunting can be most taxing, chasing the poor unsuspecting animal around until everyone—including the fox—is exhausted.”

She’d never thought of it quite that way. “And where did you receive such information?”

“Why Merrick, of course. Said it’s what the finest people do. He says your father, in particular, enjoys the sport.” He shrugged. “I hoped it would be a way of garnering his favor.”

The man was a puzzlement. “And why would you wish to garner my father’s fa . .”Oh.

He grinned at her. “Indeed. Merrick also said you sit a horse exceedingly well. Might I implore you to ride with me on the hunt?” He leaned in and whispered, “Perhaps you can keep me from falling off.”

The idea made her laugh. “Surely you jest, sir.”

He winked. “Stay by my side and find out.”

Goodness, he was a horrible flirt.

Was he sincere in his flattery? And even if he was, did it matter? Although a union with him would please her parents, living in the same house with Drake, yet married to another man, seemed unfathomable.

As if confirming such a future, Drake called out, “Burwood, a word.”

After making his apologies, Burwood left her to her breakfast. Out of respect, she nibbled on the bacon, but she discovered the cakes were delicious, and she ate every bite.

As everyone made their way outside, the fond memories of her rides with Drake spurred her forward. Even in his groom’s uniform, or plain cotton trousers and shirt, he had always looked magnificent on horseback.

Saddled and ready, horses lined the path in front of the house. Drake had already claimed his mount, a beautiful white gelding, and Honoria’s breath hitched at the sight of him. Dressed in a well-tailored red coat, tight buckskin breeches, and polished tan-top boots, he stood tall and proud next to the beautiful animal. Titled or not, he blended in with every other gentleman there.

Other men claimed their mounts. Honoria chuckled to herself as Dr. Marbry and Mr. Pratt argued over an enormous black beauty.

Priscilla Marbry appeared at Honoria’s side. “Men.” She clucked her tongue. “When will they ever learn?”

Honoria took in the delicate day gown her friend wore. “You’re not going to join in the hunt?”

Priscilla shook her head, and uncharacteristic sadness came over her typically bright face. “Not today. I haven’t been feeling well.”

Concern for her friend had Honoria considering whether she should sit out the hunt as well. “Oh, no.” She gathered Priscilla’s hands in hers. “What is it?”

“Nothing serious. We thought perhaps I was . . . but . . .” She shook her head.

Honoria’s heart squeezed for her friend. Priscilla and Timothy had been hoping for a child, but had yet to be blessed.

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