Page 60 of A Dilemma for the Duke

“This is one of my favorite places. I understand why Father preferred living here to the house in London,” Adam said, his gaze fixed on the distant waves. “Standing here clears the mind, doesn’t it?”

Lora leaned close. “It does the same for me. Everything feels simpler out here.”

They walked in companionable silence for a few moments. The only sounds were the rhythmic crash of waves below and the crunching of leaves underfoot.

“There is talk about your project to expand the clinic all the way in Brighton,” Adam said eventually, casting her a sidelong glance. “How are the plans progressing?”

Lora raised an eyebrow playfully. “Are you teasing me?”

He shook his head, his expression earnest. “Not at all. I was just as surprised as you.”

She relaxed, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “Well, we’ve organized a series of events to raise funds. Last night’s art auction was the first. Rockford was incredibly generous. He donated a Constable landscape. It was the highlight of the evening. Lady Beatrice had the winning bid.”

Adam’s smile broadened. “Thank you for warning me. The last time I saw her, she went on and on about acquiring aConstable. She must be positively glowing about acquiring a Constable.”

Lora nodded. “I’m glad the painting found a good home. The proceeds will make a significant difference for the clinic.”

They continued along the path, a figure emerged ahead, a man walking briskly in their direction. As he drew closer, Lora recognized Thomas Greene.

“Lady Lora,” Greene greeted with a courteous bow when they met. His gaze flickered briefly to Adam. “Good day.”

“Mr. Greene,” Lora replied with a polite smile. “May I introduce my brother, Viscount Wesley?”

Adam touched the brim of his hat, his eyes cool. “A pleasure.”

Greene hesitated, his fingers flexing briefly at his sides before he nodded. “The pleasure is mine, my lord.”

“Enjoying a morning stroll, Mr. Greene?” Lora inquired.

“Indeed. The sea air is invigorating. You’re looking well, milady.” His gaze darted nervously between them.

“Much better, Mr. Greene.”

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you. Good day.” He tipped his hat and continued past them.

Adam watched Greene’s retreating figure with a thoughtful frown. “What is this about you not feeling well?”

“Too much excitement and champagne at last night’s art auction. Nothing more. I was with Rockford.”

“I wasn’t aware you were acquainted with Thomas Greene.”

“Rockford introduced us,” Lora explained. “Why do you ask?”

They resumed walking, but Adam’s earlier lightness had faded. “I’ve heard some… unsettling things about him. In Brighton, his name came up in less-than-flattering contexts.”

Lora glanced at her brother, concern knitting her brow. “What do you mean?”

Adam hesitated. “He’s been linked to some dubious dealings, associations with unsavory characters. I don’t have specifics, but the whispers were enough to raise my suspicions.”

A chill prickled at the back of Lora’s neck. “I had no idea. He’s always been polite if a bit reserved.”

“Politeness can be a mask,” Adam cautioned gently. “I’ll speak to Rockford.”

She sighed, her gaze drifting back to where Greene had disappeared down the path. “Thank you for telling me.”

Adam squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Anything to protect my sister.”

They walked a little further. Her mind churned with the new information about Mr. Greene. If Greene was not to be trusted, what implications did that have for her project? First, Mr. Hastings and now, Mr. Greene.

---