An Affair to Remember (15 page)

“T
here you are.” Lady Putney’s shrill voice cut through the large, sunny nursery.

Anna stiffened, glad her back was to the doorway so that the children didn’t see her involuntary grimace. Every morning for the last five days Lady Putney had come to visit, a swath of silk, perfume, and poison, upsetting everyone and destroying whatever calm Anna had managed to instill.

Still, as noxious as Anna found Lady Putney, she preferred her presence to the earl’s brooding company. He, too, came to monitor her progress in the nursery, though he rarely attempted to interfere except to ask for that ridiculous schedule.

But Anna knew that the second she put such a document into Greyley’s hands, he would expect her to follow it to the letter. She valued her freedom too much for that.

As for Lady Putney, her purpose was far less benign.

“Miss Thraxton,” Lady Putney said, her mouth thinned
into oblivion. “It’s almost eleven o’clock. Aren’t the children allowed some time to play?”

Desford immediately threw down his pen. Anna grit her teeth—it had taken her most of the morning to convince the stubborn child to begin his lessons, and now that woman had ruined all.

Some of her frustration must have shown on her face for Elizabeth leaned closer and whispered, “Are you well?”

Anna patted the child’s hand before she turned to face Lady Putney. “How kind of you to join us yet again.”

The older woman’s frown deepened. “I have spent the last week watching you, and I must tell you that I dislike what I see.”

Anna turned back to the table and silently conjugated the Latin word for “attack.”

“You work them all morning without cease,” Lady Putney complained. “Then you take them for rides for hours on end.”

“Exercise is good for the children,” Anna said. She often allowed them to do their lessons out of doors, which they seemed to enjoy. Even Desford was more manageable when sitting under a tree, his bare toes in the grass, the wind ruffling his hair.

Lady Putney sniffed. “I cannot believe you allow the children to spend such an inordinate amount of time in the sun. Poor Elizabeth has a sad tendency to freckle.”

Elizabeth flushed a painful red, and Anna’s temper slipped another notch. “Well, I think Elizabeth looks lovely with a little color.”

The girl gave her a tremulous smile, which Anna returned with a firm one of her own.

“Color!” Lady Putney exclaimed. “She’ll look like a milkmaid if you continue.”

Anna’s smile began to ache. “Lady Putney, if you will excuse us. We have lessons to do and—”

“That is another thing,” Lady Putney said, wafting further into the room, her black hair in jarring contrast to her pale skin. “The girls are not improving in their watercolors. Just yesterday Marian was attempting to paint a flower and it looked more like a horse than else.”

“It was a horse,” Marian mumbled, her jaw set. “I don’t like flowers.”

Anna placed a hand on the child’s shoulder. “Lady Putney, perhaps we should have this conversation another time, when—”

“No. We will discuss it now.”

Anna stiffened. “Lord Greyley employed me. I answer to him and no one else.”

“Lord Greyley feels exactly as I do,” Lady Putney said, a narrow smirk on her red mouth. “We have discussed your inadequacies many times.”

The wretch!
For some reason, it hurt to think that Greyley had confided his disappointment to Lady Putney. “I’m sorry to hear that Lord Greyley finds my work so unsatisfactory.”

“So am I,” said a deep voice from the doorway.

Anna whirled to find Greyley’s hard brown gaze fixed on Lady Putney. From the grim set of his mouth, he was far from pleased. Anna’s heart lightened somewhat.

Meanwhile, Lady Putney turned a bright pink. “Greyley, there you are. I was just telling Miss Thraxton—”

“I heard what you were saying,” the earl said, strolling into the nursery, his broad shoulders barely clearing the door. “I would appreciate it if you would stop speaking for me when you have no right. We have never discussed Miss Thraxton in such a manner and you know it.”

Lady Putney’s smile froze on her face. “Surely you would agree that her methods are unconventional and—”

“Miss Thraxton is the governess. You are not.”

Lady Putney’s eyes grew hard. “Do not speak to me like that. The children are always my concern.”

“No, they’re mine,” the earl said in a suddenly silky tone. “And if you cannot reconcile yourself to that fact, then allow me to order your carriage.”

Desford stood, his hands clenched into fists. “Grandmama cannot leave.”

The earl flickered a glance his way. “She may stay as long as she respects the rules of the house.”

The boy’s jaw jutted. “What if I don’t respect the rules? Will you toss me out on my ear, as well?”

Despite the tenseness of the situation, Anna had to repress a smile. Greyley and Desford stood staring at each other, and though their coloring was vastly different, they looked astonishingly alike.

Anna cleared her throat. “Pardon me, but perhaps we should continue this conversation elsewhere. The children have quite a lot to do today and—”

“Miss Thraxton,” Lady Putney snapped. “Need I remind you that you are the governess. If the earl or I wish to speak to you, then—”

“Lady Putney,” Greyley growled, glaring darkly. The sunlight that poured through the nursery windows glinted on his hair and turned it hard gold. “That’s enough. I believe you should leave.”

Lady Putney drew herself up, her crimsoned mouth trembling with outrage. “Very well. But I will be watching, and if I see Miss Thraxton engaged in even one impropriety, I will not be silenced.” So saying, she turned and swept from the room.

His jaw set, Greyley turned to Anna. “I hope that harridan has not been bothering you an inordinate amount.”

“No more than usual.” Try as she would, Anna couldn’t
help but wonder if there was some basis of truth in Lady Putney’s allegations. “Lord Greyley, I wish to ask you a question and I would like a direct answer, if you would.”

He regarded her for a moment, then shrugged. “Ask.”

“Do
you
approve of the way I’ve been instructing the children?” As soon as the question left her mouth, she wished she could call it back. But her Thraxton blood was boiling and she’d be damned if she’d let even the implication that she was unworthy continue to stand.

He didn’t answer, his dark gaze melting through her, turning her bones to jam. “No, I don’t approve of the way you’ve been instructing the children. However, they seem to like you. And so far, they are behaving.”

Anna glanced back at the children. It was true they had settled into a pattern of late, with Desford offering fewer and fewer tricks. Still, she had the distinct impression that something was brewing. She could tell by the way Desford was less vocal in his arguments, and from Elizabeth’s guilty expression whenever Anna smiled at her.
Something
was about to happen.

But there was no need to mention it to Greyley. As soon as she discovered their plan, she’d overset it. Until then…She glanced back at the earl. “I should return to the children’s lessons. Was there anything you wanted?”

“Yes. I came to see if you would join me for a ride this afternoon.”

“Ride?” Her voice cracked in half and made her wince.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the most attractive way. “There are some paths that I’m certain the children know nothing about. We could explore those and you could see if they are suitable for your daily jaunts.”

“A ride would be lovely. The children would enjoy it very much.”

“Not the children,” he said, a touch of impatience to his voice. “Just you and I. Alone.”

Alone. With Greyley. The thought tantalized, beckoned. Anna swallowed with difficulty. “I don’t think that would be wise—”

“You could tell me more about the mural you long to see in the foyer,” he said. “And all your plans for instructing the children.”

That was too much, even for her. “Lord Greyley, it would not be appropriate for us to…” To what? A thousand forbidden images flittered through her mind, most of them centered around the still-fresh memory of his mouth hot over hers. She quickly locked the door on her unruly imagination and cleared her throat. “Lord Greyley, it would not be appropriate for us to ride alone together. I am just the governess.”

“Miss Thraxton, this is Greyley House. I make the rules here. Besides, I only wish to discuss the children. And the mural.”

“We can do that here.”

“Can we?” His gaze slipped past her to the room beyond.

Anna turned away and met the interested stares of the children. Elizabeth was even leaning forward, intent on catching every word, while Desford’s brow was lowered. “Lord Greyley, I cannot go riding with you. That is the last I’ll say on the matter.”

Anna’s expression was so much that of a martyr on the verge of being tossed into the flames that Anthony had to resist the urge to grin. “Come, Thraxton. I won’t curse, bite, or spit. I promise.”

She muttered something that sounded curiously like “I doubt that.”

“What?”

“Nothing. If you’ll excuse us, we have work to do.” She turned back to the children and began calmly discussing the conjugation of a Greek word that Anthony only vaguely remembered from his youth.

Anthony raked a hand through his hair. Damn it, he wasn’t suggesting anything improper, just a ride. What the hell was wrong with that? “Miss Thraxton, I—”

“Lord Greyley, while you are welcome here at any time, you must promise not to interrupt the children’s instruction. It is only fair.”

Anthony found that he disliked being corrected even more than he disliked being dismissed. “Very well,” he said stiffly. “I will leave you to your work.”

With a final nod, he left the impertinent wench where she belonged—tending the hellions in the nursery. Consoling himself with the thought that such duty had to be onerous and boring and massively unpleasant, he strode to the library where he methodically overindulged in a bottle of port.

What had he been thinking, anyway? Thraxton was the governess. In all his years, not since the legendary Matilda, had Greyley even once embarked on a flirtation with a member of his staff. He felt that to do so would be to overstep his boundaries as lord of the manor. Boundaries he took very seriously.

But with Thraxton…it was difficult to remember that she was not his social equal. She walked, talked, acted, breathed, and defied him like a born member of the gentry. Which was what she was.

A true gentleman would never invite one of his employees into taking long, lonely rides across his lands. Even though he had been acting on the advice of her grandfather.

Anthony silently toasted Sir Phineas for his forward-
thinking ways. Now there was a man who knew how to deal with adversity. Having lived with Anna Thraxton, Sir Phineas was probably as close to being a saint as any man alive. Anthony toasted the old man yet again. By God, Anthony would heed the old man’s advice and find a way to make Anna go for a ride. It would take wit and cunning, but Anthony was certain it could be done. He mulled over the possibilities as he worked his way through the rest of the port.

Later on, Mr. Dalmapple returned to the library only to take one look at the earl and then prudently closed the door and left. Shaking his head sadly, he went home early for the first time in almost twelve years.

Anthony awoke the next morning with a raging headache and a foul taste in his mouth. God, but he was too old for this. Too old for five children and far, far too old to deal with one cheeky governess.

The door to his room was unceremoniously opened. Anthony cautiously lifted one eyelid to see his brother Brand standing at the foot of his bed. Anthony groaned. “When the hell did you get here?”

“This morning. Aren’t you going to welcome me?”

Anthony opened his other eye and then gingerly swung his feet out of bed. “Do you ever knock?”

Brand dropped into a chair by the fire. “You’d be surprised at the things you can discover by barging into someone’s bedchamber unannounced.”

“I’m going to start keeping my pistol more closely at hand. Perhaps if I shot you, you’d learn some manners.”

“You can try.” Brand leaned back in the chair and laced his hands behind his head. “I’m only here for a day or so.”

“Oh?” Anthony eyed his younger brother with a bleary
eye. Brand appeared to be in amazing spirits. “Bastard.”

Brand’s grin widened. “I hate to bother you while you are busy being in such a foul mood, but I’ve a favor to ask. I wondered if you would mind if I left Satan here.”

“Aren’t you taking him with you?”

“Not this time. I’ve business to attend to and it won’t wait.”

“I don’t like you disappearing for weeks on end. You should tell someone where you are.”

Brand lifted his brows. “Worried about me, brother dear? I’m unmanned.”

“Don’t make me ill. I just don’t want to be the one to tell Marcus his little brother is missing yet again. He’s not the most pleasant of people when angry.”

“No, he’s not. He’s too protective, which is one of his less endearing faults.”

“He is the head of the family. That makes him responsible for you whether you like it or not.”

“He takes his job far too seriously. But then, so do you.” Brand frowned. “The Elliots are a difficult family to manage.”

“There are some who show promise.”

“Name one.”

“Rupert could turn out well.”

“Rupert Elliot is a rakehell of the lowest sort. You are the only one who sees any good in him. Even his own mother says he’s uncontrollable.”

Anthony gave a brief smile. “If Lady Putney says it is so, then it is a lie.”

“I have to agree with you there. I’ve only been here half an hour and she has already banished me from the morning room for what she termed ‘an impertinent and rude comment.’”

“Was it ‘impertinent and rude’?”

“Oh yes.” Brand stretched his legs before him. “Tell me,
Anthony, why do you stomach that woman’s presence under your roof?”

“The children. For some reason I cannot fathom, they seem to like her, and I have no wish to make her a martyr in their eyes.”