Page 58 of A Dangerous Scheme (Regency Spies & Secrets 4)

Phineas took a step closer to him. “I don’t care a whit about your father, but I do care about Daphne and her future prospects.”

Guy huffed. “I doubt that.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You have always only cared about yourself.”

Phineas narrowed his eyes. “I’m afraid your simple mind may not understand the complexities of our family’s relationships.”

“I tire of this conversation,” Guy said as he adjusted the reins in his hand, “especially since you have no right to dictate my actions.”

Phineas’ nostrils flared slightly. “You are no more than a fortune hunter.”

“I am no such thing,” Guy replied. “As I have said before, I have no intention of courting your cousin.”

“Then why are you showing her favor?”

“I have my reasons.”

“Perhaps you are just interested in lifting her skirt.”

Guy took a commanding step towards Phineas and glared down at him. He was gratified to see a flicker of fear in his eyes. “How dare you accuse me of something so slanderous!” he exclaimed. “I have only ever treated Miss Locke with the respect that she deserves.”

“If you trap my cousin into marriage—”

Guy cut him off. “My patience has worn thin,” he growled. “You have seen me in the boxing ring and know what I am capable of. Do you truly want to be on the receiving end of my fist?”

Phineas swallowed slowly. “I do not.”

“Then I suggest you leave me be.”

“But you will stay away from my cousin?” Phineas asked as he took a step back.

Guy gave him an indignant look. “I will not,” he replied. “Miss Locke has invited me to dine with her this evening, and I have accepted.”

Phineas shook his head. “You will be sorry.”

“I don’t think I will be.”

Guy watched as Phineas spun on his heel and stormed into the manor. It was evident the insufferable man was used to getting what he wanted and did not take kindly to being refused. Still, it felt good to defy him.

Guy mounted his horse and rode back into town. After he had returned his horse to the coaching inn, he walked the short distance towards the bank. He stepped inside, only to have his ears be further accosted by the sound of shouting coming from Mr. Huxley’s office.

The secretary greeted him with a strained smile. “Are you here to see Mr. Huxley?”

“I am.”

“Give him a moment,” he said. “He is speaking to his son.”

Guy tipped his head in acknowledgement and moved to sit on an upholstered armchair. The sound of a door slamming drew his attention, and the younger Mr. Huxley stormed out of his father’s office.

When Albert saw Guy, he pointed his finger at him. “You will stay away from Miss Locke,” he ordered. “She is mine.”

Not again.

Guy let out a sigh. “I have no intention of courting Miss Locke,” he said. “I am here solely to inspect the colliery and report back to the bank.”

Albert didn’t appear convinced. “Just don’t get in my way, Mr. Stewart,” he said firmly. “You will be sorry if you do.”

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