Page 17 of Defending the Duke (The St. Clairs 4)

“It’s time to make our way to the Rutherfords’ ball,” he declared.

As they went downstairs and climbed into the carriage, he reminded Laurel that the Rutherfords had been childhood friends of the St. Clairs. Amanda was now Lady Stanley and her brother, Lord Aubrey, was a viscount and would one day become the Earl of Rutherford.

“Aubrey is quite handsome and polished,” Catherine said. “He’s also intelligent. And an eligible bachelor.”

“He wanted my duchess but I was determined she would be mine.” Jeremy lifted his wife’s gloved hand and kissed her fingers.

“Lord Aubrey is a good man,” Catherine said, her eyes twinkling at her husband. “I’m sure he will want to get to know you. Many people will.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Laurel admitted. “I know there’s been gossip about me and more will come tonight.”

“We St. Clairs can be unconventional sometimes but you are beautiful, graceful, and intelligent, Laurel. Ignore the gossip. You’ll make good friends over the next few months and I’m sure I’ll have to fight through a long line of suitors who will call upon you every afternoon.” He sighed. “It will be just like with Rachel and Leah. All those damned flowers filling the house.”

“Men will send me flowers?” she asked.

“They will,” Catherine said. “They’ll call and have tea. Ask you to ride in the park. Wish to escort you to the theater or opera. Exciting times are ahead. Just remember, it’s important to always have someone with you. Being properly chaperoned is something I know you’re not used to but it’s very important.”

Laurel nodded. “Rachel has talked to me about it. She’s explained how I don’t want to be ruined. I promise you both that’s the last thing that will ever happen to me.”

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