Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) (43 page)

Chapter Two

From the moment he had her in his arms, Mr Hurley was forceful and firm. He moved her around the dance floor instead of dancing with her. His movements were
jerky,
and he stomped his feet instead of moving them gracefully. She understood Anne’s analogy of a feeling like a doll. It was not easy to keep up with him.

When he began to talk to her, his words distracted her from his terrible dancing.

“I have
been meaning
to speak to your father, Lady Isabeau. I intend to ask for your hand. I believe you know that I have been feeling this way since the beginning of the Season.”

“I
do,” s
he admitted, not knowing how to stop the conversation.

“When I speak to him, I would rather you be present so that you can be in agreement with me.”

“I…”

“I know that you have a busy
schedule,
but I’m sure you can free up some of your time. You will also need to inform any other suitors, such as Jonathan Barnaby, of your intentions so that there will be no more inappropriate behaviors on your part.”

“Mr Hurley…”

“You should call me Tomas, Isabeau. That is appropriate when courting.”

“Mr Hurley!” Isabeau forced herself to continue dancing and kept her voice down to a low hiss. “I am so sorry that you have gotten the wrong impression about my feelings for you. I have not agreed to court or marry you and cannot give my agreement to my father on your behalf.”

She saw his jawline tense up and was amazed that he continued dancing. He responded in an equally low and angry voice. “I have made my intentions clear to you for several weeks. You have not spurned my advances until now.”

“I do apologize that you didn’t listen to me when we spoke on the previous occasions. In reality, Mr Hurley, and with all due respect, I have indeed let you know that I have no intention of marrying a man I do not love.”

“You will learn to love me.”

“I’m sorry, Lord, but I do not believe that is possible.”

His grip on her waist was so tight; it was beginning to hurt.
The hand that he was holding
was also caught
in his strength. She
began
to breathe quickly, trying to ignore the pain.

“I do not like to be disrespected, Isabeau.”

“Please, you are hurting me.”

“My family is very prominent in this district, as you well know. I am sure your mother and father would take my side in this arrangement.”

He had not relaxed his grip on
her,
and she feared he might break her hand if she didn’t wrench away from him soon.

“My parents are fully aware of my feelings. Again, I am sorry that you feel this way and please, you are hurting my hand.”

The music came to an abrupt
end,
and she felt a rush of relief. She pulled away from him, looked at him
through
fearful eyes and
retreated back
to the table she and Anne were sharing. His returning
stare
had been cold and angry. She was breathing
rapidly
when she reached the table and sat in the chair, once again pulling out her fan and waving it quickly in front of her face.

Anne was there only moments later and leaned down next to her friend.

“Izzie! You look very flushed. Back out on the veranda for you, come now, dear.” She took Isabeau’s arm and pulled her to her feet.

“I am
very hot
, Anne. And I am angry. I think I might faint.”

“No, we can’t let that happen. Come on.” Anne led Isabeau out onto the veranda and this time, they walked in the other direction. Several iron benches had been placed there in a semi-circle. Anne lowered Isabeau to sit and then sat next to her.

“What has happened to you, Izzie? You must tell me! Was he cruel to you?”

“He expects me to marry him. He says he will ask my father for my hand.”

“There is
little
chance your
father
would agree to such a union!” Anne sounded
confident
. “Your father is not the type of man to sell his daughter to the highest bidder!”

Isabeau’s thoughts drifted to Mr Hurley’s brother, the Duke, Edward. “The Duke has
great
status. I fear he will be angry with me.”

Anne grabbed one of Isabeau’s small hands in both of hers and rubbed it gently. “No. I hear that the Duke doesn’t even like his brother. And haven’t you danced with Edward already?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Then you don’t have to worry, do you. He did not treat you badly, did he?”

“Of course not. But he…”

“I don’t want to hear it now. You just calm your heart, dear, and pay no mind to Tomas Hurley. We have just one dance left before we go home to our beds. And tomorrow will be another bright and beautiful day, won’t it? We should go for a picnic, how does that sound?”

Isabeau smiled at her. “I like that, Anne, let’s do that.”

“It’s a date.” Anne leaned over and pulled Isabeau into a hug. Checking her dance card, Isabeau saw that there were two more dances, not one, as Anne had said. She stood up and took Lord Wright’s hand when he offered it to her, glad that her smile could be genuine. She wanted to relax from her anger and tension. Lord George Wright was an older gentleman and a
splendid
dancer. She was able to relax and enjoy herself, chatting with him about the weather and several mutual friends. He even told her a few jokes, making her laugh
easily
.

When the dance
was finished
, he bowed to her and said he enjoyed her company. She
agreed,
and they turned away from each other. As she made her way back to the table once more, she passed Jonathan Barnaby and smiled at him.

“Hello
again,
” she said.

He didn’t return her smile, giving her a cold look instead, one that reminded her of Tomas Hurley. She stopped in her tracks and stared at him, not expecting the onslaught that was to come.

“Let me just inform you, Lady Camm, that I have no intention of allowing you to mock me in any way, shape or form. The dance on the veranda was not a marriage
proposal,
and I suggest you think twice before spreading such lies again.”

He turned on his heel and stomped away from her, leaving her stunned and hurt. She looked around, noticing that everyone in the room had listened to what had just transpired. Movement in the corner of her eye caught her
attention,
and she saw Anne heading toward her with
an apprehensive
look on her face. When she got to her, Anne took Isabeau’s arm and pulled gently on her.

“We must go outside and talk, Izzie. Come!”

When the doors closed behind them, Anne began to talk quickly. “What did you say to Tomas Hurley, Izzie? I know you didn’t want to dance with
him,
but you must have said something terrible for him to be speaking of you the way he is.”

“What is he saying? What did I say?” Isabeau was confused.

“I don’t know what you said. But he is going around telling everyone that you have said some awful things about them.”

“The Earl…”

“Yes, I heard him tell Earl Barnaby that you wouldn’t stop talking about how you had planned the dance on the veranda and that you were sure to get his money or a title soon. He was calling you some terrible names, implying that you are not a clean or a good woman.”

“Why would anyone believe him?” Isabeau was incredulous.

“Well, obviously not everyone did. But I guess Earl Barnaby has heard that said so many times, he just believes it without thinking twice about it.”

Isabeau was dismayed. Her dance with the Earl had been the highlight of her evening. She had felt comfortable, happy and safe with the Earl. The thought that he would ever want to court or marry her hadn’t crossed her mind. She’d enjoyed herself and genuinely
liked
him. Now he was inaccessible. She sighed.

“I do not understand why he is doing this.”

“We know why he is saying those things, Izzie! You told him you weren’t going to court him, didn’t you?”

“I had to. He was making demands.”

“I would have done the same thing, dear. We’ll get through this. We’ll straighten it out somehow.”

“If he is saying these things to everyone here, I can only imagine what he will tell the Duke. He has always been so kind to my family. He came to speak to
father
when Tomas Hurley
came by
. He has never said a cross word to anyone that I
know of
. I don’t want to be the first.”

“I just don’t think the Duke will do that.” Anne shook her head. “He is a good man. Everyone likes him. He’s the complete opposite of his brother. It’s as if he got all the
good
traits and Tomas got the
bad
.”

“Perhaps that’s why he’s such
a sour
man.” Isabeau sighed.

“It would not surprise me.” Anne agreed. “There is one more
dance;
we should go
inside,
so they aren’t looking for us. Who is on your card?”

She didn’t have to look. After the dance with Tomas, she’d looked for both Lords to make sure they were there and she would be able to escape after her dances with them. She and Anne went back
in,
and Isabeau tried to ignore the looks she was getting from both Lords and Ladies all around the room. Tomas had made the rounds, whispering in the ears of the gossipers and pushing his story to the limits. When Isabeau approached Lord
Dyason
, he very
obviously
backed away from her, holding his hands up in the air in a “stop” motion. He shook his head and laughed loudly.

“Oh, I think I will keep my money, Lady
Isabeau
if you don’t mind. I’m sure you will find a nice wealthy man to keep you in your lavish lifestyle, don’t you?” He continued to
laugh
and those around him began to laugh, as well.

She looked around at them, her cheeks a deep red and her face hot. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest as the humiliation ran through her.

“I…I never said anything of the sort about Earl Barnaby!” She exclaimed, grabbing her skirts in her hands and clutching the fabric tightly.

“If you didn’t, how did you know who I was talking about?” The young man said in a teasing voice. Again, the group around him began to laugh.

Isabeau didn’t think her cheeks could get any redder. She huffed and turned away from him.

The sound of their laughter echoed in her ears as she dashed for the door. Tears had erupted in her eyes and were streaming down her cheeks. She saw Anne hurrying after her, brushing off the waiting arms of her last dance partner. Anne caught up with her outside near the carriage they had taken together and pulled her into a hug.

“Come on, Isabeau, I’ll take you home. I’ll stay with you tonight. Things will look different in the morning.”

Chapter Three

The next morning, Isabeau woke up with a pounding headache. She spent the entire morning nursing it, trying not to speak too much or let a lot of light into her eyes. She discussed the night before
over a late breakfast
her mother prepared for her. Lady Camm could only shake her head in disgust.

“That young man is
vile,
” she
said angrily
, shaking her head. “I knew that every time he came over here. Your father knows it, too. He will not give his permission for your hand to that Tomas
Hurley,
I promise you.”

“Oh mother, I’m so glad to hear that. I don’t know what I would do. I worry about what the Duke, his brother,  will think. Do you think he will take his support from father’s business?”

Lady Camm laughed softly, bringing over a cup of hot tea and setting it down in front of Isabeau before sitting down with her own. “No, dear. The Duke is good friends with your father. Raymond had said several times that if he had a son, he would have wanted
a son
like Edward.”

“But the Duke’s devotion to his brother might change their
relationship.
” Isabeau spoke weakly, wishing she could ignore the pain in her head.

“I am told they spend
very little
time together when they
are not destined
for the same place. I do not think they are very close. It never appeared to me that he
was tightly knit
with Tomas.”

“I wish I knew.”

An hour later, Isabeau was feeling better. She had begun a game of cards with her
mother,
and they were laughing when a knock on the door got their attention. They both turned and waited to see who would
be announced
. The door swung
open,
and Hannah put her
head in
.

“Ladies Camm, Duke Edward Hurley is here for a visit.”  She opened the door the rest of the way and showed
the Duke in
.

Both ladies stood up and curtsied to the Duke. He bowed to them.

“Ladies, it is
good
to see you on this bright morning. I do hope you have had a good day so far?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Isabeau and her mother spoke at the same time.

“Lady Camm, I believe you were a little under the weather last time I was here. I trust you are on the mend?”

“Completely
mended
, thank you, your Grace.” Isabeau’s mother smiled. “Please do have a seat.”

The Duke nodded and sat in a chair that was nearer to Isabeau. The women sat and tried not to stare at the Duke. He was a handsome man to say the least. He had dark brown hair that waved down to his shoulders and soft chocolate brown eyes that sparkled with good humor.

“I have come to see you this morning, Lady Isabeau, I hope that’s all right.”

“Certainly, your Grace.”

“I was witness to what transpired last night with my brother.”

Isabeau felt her heart jump up into her throat. She kneaded her hands together in her lap, nervously.

“If you don’t mind.” Her mother stood up suddenly. “I do believe I will give you young people some privacy.”

“You may stay if you would like, Victoria. I do not push people out of their
own
homes.”

“No, I would be more comfortable letting you discuss this with Isabeau.”

“All right.” He stood up as she went to the door. When she passed through it, he sat back down, looking at Isabeau once more. “As I was saying, I was
there
last night and saw what happened with Tomas.”

“I do apologize, your Grace, I was not aware that he would…that he would…”

“
Make up
fiction and tell stories about you behind your back?” The Duke supplied the words. Isabeau looked down at her hands and nodded. “You must not feel
sorry
about it for even a moment longer, Isabeau. No one with any substance believes a word that my brother says. Those who know him best, know him for the liar he is.”

Isabeau closed her eyes, feeling her headache disappearing. “It relieves me to hear you say that, your Grace. I was…quite devastated last night. And Earl Barnaby…”

“My brother was quite bold with him.” The Duke interrupted her, putting one hand up in the air. “I am sure you know of his affection for you. Affection is the word he uses, but it is not my word for what he feels for you.”

“What word would you use?”

He thought for a moment. “Obsession comes to mind.
Property
also comes to mind. I have no doubt that he thinks of you as his property, simply because he wants you.”

Isabeau clenched her jaw, trying not to look as angry as she felt. She kept her eyes averted from the Duke, not wanting to offend him.

“You need not try to hide your disdain for my brother.” The
Duke easily
saw her feelings and leaned forward to speak in a softer voice. “Jonathan Barnaby is a good
man,
but he has been taken by women in the past because he is such a wealthy man. He is very sensitive when it comes to that issue.”

“I would never say…”

“This being your first season, he doesn’t know you very well. When you danced with him on the terrace, Tomas became very jealous. I regret that I didn’t say something about it then and
stop
the progression of his betrayal.”

“There is no chance now that Earl Barnaby would ever consider me, not after being told such vile things about me.”

“I have come to know Jonathan as a very forgiving and
trusting
man. But I have a different proposal.”

Isabeau tilted her head, looking at him. “Please tell me what it is.”

“I understand how devastating being humiliated at the dance was last night. I would like to propose a courtship
anyway
, except between you and I, rather than you and my brother.”

Isabeau thought she might be sick for a moment. Her headache returned with full force. If it wasn’t one brother trying to force her into something, it was the other. She closed her eyes and prayed that her face would not betray her thoughts.

“I…I would have to think about it.”

“It would help you to save face in society, as well as give you some status. You will
be well regarded
if you were to become my Duchess.”

Titles didn’t interest her. She wanted love. She blinked a few times, trying not to look directly at him. “Will…will you give me time to think about your proposal?”

“Yes, of course. I do hope you will consider it. When you come to a decision, please let me know so that I may talk to your father.”

“Yes, I will do that. I will send a messenger around to
you…tomorrow,
if you agree?”

The Duke smiled at her. She admitted to herself that his smile was
completely
genuine,
and his eyes were kind. He didn’t seem to be manipulating
her,
but she couldn’t believe that he was asking her out of his
own
affection. He was trying to do an honorable thing for a woman his brother had betrayed and
lied about
. She felt like a rag doll
being thrown
between two brothers.

He said goodbye and left her to her thoughts. She didn’t have to wait long for a distraction because Anne was soon hurrying across the
huge
front lawn. Isabeau spotted her through the window and ran out to greet her.

They hugged and walked to a table and chairs that sat outside the front door.

“How have you been feeling today, Izzie? You look like you didn’t get any sleep at all.”

“I didn’t. And I woke up with a headache. I didn’t want
to even get
out of bed this morning.”

Anne nodded. “I have been out talking to some of the ladies. They all say that Duke Hurley is going around town apologizing for his brother. Has he come to see you?”

“He did, yes.”

“Well, then you were worried for nothing. Did he apologize for what Lord Hurley said?”

“Yes, he did.”

“That’s wonderful! You don’t have to worry about this little thing disrupting your father’s business with the Duke.”

“He was here for another reason, as well.”

Anne lifted her eyebrows. “Oh? What was that?”

“He wishes to marry me.”

Anne sat back, a look of surprise on her face. “He does? Has he ever shown any great affection
toward
you?”

“He has never been unkind.”

“But he has never approached you or spoken to you about it at the dances this Season?”

“No.”

Anne was quiet for a moment. “Could you have missed the signs?”

Isabeau pressed her lips together. She thought back to when they had danced together and when he had visited to speak to her father. “I suppose I could have. He…does
have
a particular way of looking at me. And he always smiles. But many gentlemen father does business with are that way. They are not all suitors.”

“Perhaps other men have looked at you the same
way,
” Anne said. “But Edward has not looked at other women that way.”

Isabeau hadn’t thought of that. She pictured Edward’s smile in her mind, the way it reached his eyes, how genuine he seemed.

“You should talk to your mother and father. He may have mentioned this to your
father
before, in passing, in a subtle way that made your
father
not
mention
it to you.”

“Perhaps.” Isabeau was thoughtful. Her initial response had been one of anger. She didn’t want to
be forced
into a marriage with any man. But when she thought about Duke Hurley, it didn’t seem like there would be much force needed.

“Do you think you could love the Duke?”

“Oh yes, I believe I
could,
” Isabeau stated without hesitation. She smiled. “I do believe I could.”

“You should speak to your father, then. Get his advice. He knows Edward from their business dealings. Surely he would have the best opinion.”

“The Duke
is very well liked
in the town, you know. He has used his status to help people less fortunate than him.”

“I know. I would not want to
be considered
a charity case.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s what is happening at all, Izzie! He wouldn’t
consider
the daughter of one of his friends to be a charity case. It isn’t as if you need his money. That’s why it was so surprising that Earl Barnaby would think you did.”

“I don’t
think the Earl knows
much about me, Anne. We didn’t talk enough for him to know my family. And he’s never visited here.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it for another moment, then, Izzie. You should consider The Duke’s proposal. It would be good for you. And you would have what you wanted. You would be marrying a man you can love instead of for social status.
The Duke become so popular by being a rake.
He is a genuinely good
man
with few obvious flaws. And he is a good-looking man, which means you would have beautiful children together.”

Isabeau flushed. “My goodness, Anne, you have thought into my future quite a lot.”

They both laughed.

“I am glad to see you are feeling a little better, Izzie. You have been under too much stress since last night.”

“It didn’t start last
night,
” Isabeau responded. “I knew that Lord Thomas was interested in
me,
but I never thought he would become so demanding and forceful.”

“This was our first season. I expect he thought you would just refrain from dancing with anyone but him.”

Isabeau shook her head. “That would make him truly delusional, Anne. I have never given him any reason to think such a thing.”

“Yes, I know. The whole thing is very surprising to me. It’s amazing how things can change so quickly. Yesterday, you were still waiting for a
suitor,
and now you have a Duke and his brother fighting over you.”

“I certainly hope they do not fight over me.”

“It was just a turn of phrase. I don’t think they will need to fight. The Duke is in control.”

“It’s
a good
thing.”

“Yes, it
definitely
is.”