Page 63 of The Moonstone Governess
She shot a questioning glance at Daire, especially since Jax retained hold of her hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Lord Bradford.” But her tone was curt, and she appeared decidedly uncomfortable, since Jax was not only holding her hand but grinning at her like a besotted dolt.
“Jax,” Daire said quietly, knowing his friend was taking uncalled-for liberties.
Jax cleared his throat and released Felicity. “I hope you will allow me to get to know you better, Miss Angel.”
Felicity shot Daire another disquieted glance. “Why, my lord? I am merely the hired gardener.”
Jax arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, I expect it is as respectable a profession as any for a future countess.”
Felicity’s eyes turned stormy. “A future what?”
Daire groaned.
“I’m serious,” Jax said, his gaze on the girl remaining as sharp as a hawk’s while he eyed her as though she was his prey.
Since when did Jax spill every stupid thought that popped into his head? And then compound it by spilling more stupid thoughts? Not that admiring Felicity was stupid. In fact, Daire could not think of any women finer than Brenna or Felicity.
But to spout off about marrying Felicity upon a minute’s acquaintance? Had Jax taken total leave of his senses?
Chapter Twelve
Daire wanted tothrottle Jax but dared not say or do anything in front of Matthew for fear of frightening the lad. Brenna and Felicity were also tossing daggers at his friend with their dark emerald eyes.
Felicity, obviously aware of Matthew’s sensitivity, tried to keep her tone unaffected as she responded to Jax’s statement. “And what makes you think an earl is worthy to be the husband of a gardener?”
Jax smiled. “Perhaps this earl is not quite the prize yet, but I assure you he will be trying very hard to prove himself in the coming days.”
“Just how long do you plan to stay here?” Brenna asked, trying not to curl her hands into fists as she rose to the defense of her cousin.
Jax glanced at Daire. “As long as it takes me to finish a bit of business in Moonstone Landing.”
Felicity eyed him warily. “What sort of business could a man like you have here?”
“Do you mean because I am an earl? Or are you referring to what I was until a few months ago before I came into the title? I assure you, Miss Angel, you were far worthier than I ever was back then. Indeed, you are far worthier than I even now. Do not be put off by a title I acquired merely by the fortuitous deaths of two uncles and several worthless cousins. Nor do I want you to look askance because of the speed with which I have made my decision about you. I hope you do not consider me rude.”
Felicity snorted. “How else am I to take your words?”
“As honest. When you’ve seen and done the things I have, you will be quick to recognize a good thing when it comes along and not hesitate to reach for it.”
Felicity merely shook her head and walked away.
Jax excused himself and followed her.
Brenna watched them with concern. “He won’t do anything untoward, will he?”
Daire shook his head. “No. He may come across as a dolt, but he is one of the smartest, finest men I know. He is serious, by the way. Don’t worry about your cousin. He will do right by her.”
“He had better,” she said with quiet determination.
Daire raked a hand through his hair. “I’ll make certain he does.”
“Will you? Or are you both cut from the same cloth?”
He frowned. “What does that mean?”
“Do you really need explanation?”
“Yes, in fact, I do. How have I stepped out of line?” He cleared his throat, recalling the kiss he’d taken on the first day they had met. But hadn’t he been on his behavior ever since? Well, if he had kept his stupid mouth shut, she wouldn’t be walking around with stitches in her head either. But considering his formerly debauched ways, he truly was on his best behavior around Brenna. Which was no small accomplishment, considering how thoroughly the sight of this girl ravaged his senses.
