Her head snapped back up in shock. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it, horrified by his outlandish request. And oddly fascinated. Her gaze flashed to his mouth for a brief second before a lovely rose color infused the skin of her cheeks.
“Dear God, youareserious. I can’t imagine why.”
“Humanitarian reasons, Miss Lainscott. Before you tie yourself to Carstairs, or, should you fail in bringing him to heel, Winthrop, wouldn’t you wish to experience passion? I doubt you’ll find it with either of your suitors. Think of your music, if nothing else. I am.”
The delicious blush crept back into her cheeks, but she did not look away from him. “You, my lord, arenota gentleman.”
“Alas, I’ve never claimed to be.”
She shook her head and looked out the window, refusing to look at him until the carriage rolled to a stop.
“Never mind. I rescind my request for your assistance.” Miss Lainscott placed a hand on the carriage door. “We’ve arrived at my aunt’s. I bid you good day, Lord Welles.”