Page 37 of Embracing the Earl (The St. Clairs 3)

Chapter Twelve

Suddenly, Caroline realizedshe had no solicitor. All thoughts of kisses fled her mind as her heart began racing in panic. She left the parlor as the grandfather clock in the foyer chimed six o’clock. Rachel usually served dinner at seven. Quickly, Caroline went upstairs to retrieve her cloak. She would turn to the one man who could give her a solid recommendation.

The Duke of Everton.

Without telling anyone where she went, Caroline left the Merrick residence and briskly walked the two blocks to the duke’s residence. Barton, the butler, answered her knock.

“Good evening, Lady Caroline. Her Grace did not tell me you were expected.” He waved her inside.

“Actually, I’m here to see His Grace,” she said. “Is he available?”

Ever the British butler, no surprise showed on the servant’s face. “His Grace is in his study. I’m sure he would make time for you, my lady. If you’ll follow me.”

Barton led her to a room on the ground floor and knocked.

“Come,” a deep voice said.

The butler opened the door. “Your Grace, Lady Caroline Andrews is here to see you.”

The duke rose. “Please, come in, Lady Caroline.”

She did, feeling a bit of trepidation at the air of authority the duke projected. It still amazed her how much the St. Clair siblings resembled one another, with their coal black hair and lively green eyes.

“Have a seat.” After she did, he seated himself behind his desk and said, “My duchess told me of the deal you struck with Mr. Bellows.” He gave her a smile. “A very clever move. Customers clamor for her books as it is. Having access to them before other booksellers do will certainly set your bookstore apart.”

“Thank you, Your Grace. I have also arranged with the duchess’ modiste, Madame Toufours, to carry a selection of her goods on the premises. I’m hoping that, too, will distinguish Evie’s from other establishments.”

She saw admiration in his eyes. “It’s nice to be in the company of such an astute businesswoman.”

She acknowledged his compliment with a smile.

“What brings you here?” he asked.

“Things moved more rapidly than I expected, and I find I’m in dire need of a solicitor. I’m closing on a Mayfair property tomorrow morning and lack representation. Evan had suggested I use his solicitor but he is one of my investors. I need a man I can trust that will solely represent my business interests.”

“A wise move on your part. Who found the property?”

“Mr. Sanderson, Luke’s solicitor. He also represents the seller and I don’t want to use him. It would be too great a conflict of interest in my opinion.”

“I agree. And you’ve come to me for a recommendation.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Catherine shared with me how shrewd you are in business matters. I believe a recommendation from you would suit my interests.”

“Then I will suggest you use my own man. Higgins represents me in all matters, both business and personal. I am his sole client but since you have only the one enterprise, I think he would be willing to take you on as a client.”

Caroline was stunned. “Are you certain, Your Grace?”

“Absolutely. What time will the deed be signed over?”

“In Mr. Sanderson’s office tomorrow morning at ten.”

“Then if you will allow it, my coach will pick you up at hour before. That will give you time with Higgins so that you may ask him whatever you wish and fill him in on the details of the transaction and your other proposals.”

“That would be agreeable,” she said, her spirits boosted.

“Might I attend? I have no role as an investor but I’m sure you’ll wish for Higgins to see the property once it’s in your possession. I’d like to view it, as well.”

“You are most welcomed to come,” she said with enthusiasm.

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