Page 118 of In Search of a Husband
“That was in poor taste.”
“I would scold you more, but I have discovered you are not entirely vile.”
“Ahh, and there’s the catch,” he said with a sad chuckle. “Not all villains are terrible all the time.”
“I apologize for the way my father spoke to you earlier?—”
“There’s no need. He didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before. And he’s right, I am a disappointment to my family. That is one thing I am very good at.”
“Hugh. I am being serious.”
“Something I despise.”
“I am beginning to think that is not true at all.”
“I see you have found me out. Is it possible I am a man with a heart after all?”
Kate smoothed her skirts, avoiding that dimple and the playful tone he used to hide his hurt.
“Well, I am, Kate. I am, and I understand you see me one way, as you most deservedly should. I apologize, truly, for how I treated you. If you ever return to London, at least know you may count on me for my support as your friend.”
“Can we be friends?”
“You are marrying a dashing Highlander and your reputation,while not completely saved, will no longer solely be attached to my failings.”
She grinned. “Dashing? Hmm, he is, isn’t he?”
“He will love you more than I ever could. This is all for the best.”
“And you, what will you do now?”
“I’ve a family legacy to rescue from ruin. I suppose I must return and put on a brave face and see about landing a debutante with deep purse strings.”
“Oh, very easy to do.”
“Yes, especially when you are supposedly the biggest rake in London. Lots of mamas love when I pay attention to their daughters.”
They both laughed, before falling silent.
What a long, strange goodbye.
She was certain she hated this man.
“Youarethe biggest rake in London.”
That dimple of his, the one that gave him an impossible air of irresistible charm popped out. It was a weapon, certainly.
“Then it’s time for me to return, so I can do what I do best. That, I certainly don’t fail at.”
“I don’t believe you fail as much as you believe, especially if you could put aside your selfishness. I think you may even fall in love if you would only allow your heart to do so.”
“I am jaded. It gives me a certain allure.”
She tapped her slipper against his boot, breaking up the moment. “You are lonely.”
He cleared his throat and glanced away. “I will need my top hat back.”
“Of course, and your cravat and vest.”
