Lydia Dare - A Certain Wolfish Charm

Forty-One

Lily stopped before entering Simon's study. He'd never summoned her before, and she couldn't imagine what he wanted with her. She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirts with her hands. Then she knocked softly.

"Come," he called.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Simon sat behind a new oak desk, and he smiled when she entered. "Ah, there you are, love," he said, rising to his feet.

"You wanted to see me?"

Simon nodded and gestured to one of the two leather seats in front of his desk. "I am terrible at correspondence. Perhaps you've noticed."

Lily laughed and then fell into the first seat. "I am painfully aware of that fact, Simon."

One dark eyebrow rose. "Yes, well, you wouldn't have sought me out if I had been more communicative. So I can't really feel remorse for my failing in this regard."

Lily couldn't help but smile. "I suppose that is true."

"Anyway, I thought you could help me become a bit more organized. Help me go through my post, to be more responsible in this area."

"You want me to go through your post?"

He nodded. "I really have no patience for it alone. But I thought if you assisted me, I might manage to get through it."

"Meaning?" Lily asked.

"Most of my correspondence is destined for the rubbish bin. People wanting things of me. To attend a function or sponsor a charity, things of that nature. Anyone who knows me well would never write to me. Except for Will and Ben. They're the exception to the rule. Even still, neither of them write to me very often."

How did one live like that? Lily couldn't imagine. "Have you ever thought about sponsoring a charity?"

He sat back in his chair and folded his arm across his chest. "I am quite philanthropic, Lily. Major Forster runs a charitable organization that I donate liberally to."

Lily had no idea. All the years she'd kept up with his exploits, she'd believed him to be a self-involved rakehell. "The man who found a boy to mentor Oliver?"

"Yes. He was an old friend of my father's."

"So you mentioned. What does his organization do?"

Simon hesitated, studying her a moment before answering. "The Lycanian Society helps individuals and families who suffer from certain ailments. Food, shelter, clothing, things of that nature. Will devotes much of his time to The Society."

Lily had never heard of it. "Isn't it usually women who spend their time with charities?"

Simon quirked a grin at her. "I'll be sure to mention that to Will."

Flustered, Lily sat forward, her hand on her chest. "Oh, don't you dare!" Will was such a dear man that she'd never want to insult him.

Simon's warm chuckle put her at ease, and she sank against the back of the chair. "So," he continued, "will you help manage me, Lily?"

She would never refuse an opportunity to spend time with him, and it warmed her to her toes that he wanted the same. "Of course."

"Excellent." He rose from his seat and walked around his desk. "We'll start tomorrow." He pulled Lily from her seat and slid his arms around her waist. "I don't know what I'd do without you, love."

Lily smiled at him. "Oh, you'd probably still be making a name for yourself amongst the society rags, breaking hearts as you went."

Simon smiled wolfishly and then dipped his head down to kiss her right above her heart. "Still intact," he murmured before kissing his way back up her collarbone, her neck, and finally her lips.

The flutters that raced through her nearly robbed her of her breath, and she actually swayed. Simon's arms tightened around her as his tongue slowly traced her lips. When he swept inside her mouth, Lily thought he might devour her. All of her hoped he would.

***

Simon watched the sunlight reflect off Lily's pretty locks as she intently studied the pile of letters before her. He was supposed to be looking at his ledger and tending to his Blackmoor holdings, but none of the entries were nearly as engaging as his wife. As if she felt his stare, she looked up and he averted his eyes to the open pages before him.

"Simon," she said quietly.

"Hmm?" He raised his head, as if he had not been gazing at her for the last ten minutes.

"I don't know some of these names. Do you want me to call them out to you?"

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. If she wanted to read Cook's grocery bill, he'd readily listen. "Go ahead."

"Phineas Appleton."

"Toss it."

"What if it's important? Shouldn't I look?"

Simon laughed. "I went to school with Appleton. He was a degenerate then, and he still is. He writes once a month wanting me to join some club of his. I'd rather not."

"Have you told him so?"

"One would think my unresponsiveness would be enough of a hint, Lily."

"Apparently not." She waved the letter in the air. "A simple note stating that you are uninterested might stop Mr. Appleton's interest."

No one who wanted Blackmoor money or name would stop hounding him because of a simple note. But it was endearing that his sweet, naïve wife thought it would. "You may pen one, if you'd like. I'm not going to waste my time on Appleton."

She put the letter aside and lifted the next one to her nose. "This one doesn't have a name, but it's drenched in some perfume."

Damn! He hadn't thought about Lily coming across

those

sorts of letters. Perhaps he should rethink her helping him. Who knew what she might come across? "As I said before, no one who knows me well would send me a letter. Toss it."

"It's from a female admirer."

This was a bit awkward. "Lily, please toss it."

She smiled at him and put it on top of Appleton's letter. "I could write all of your admirers, too, and inform them that you are married now and that your wife goes through your post."

Simon scowled at Lily until her smile vanished.

She cleared her throat. "This is from Lieutenant Schofield. Isn't that the—"

"Let me have it." Simon sat forward with a start. Who knew what Schofield wrote in his letter? He'd really rather Lily not read whatever it was. He'd give her the edited version later.

Lily looked at the letter and then passed it across the desk to him.

Dear Duke of Blackmoor,

I understand from Major Forster that your ward, the Earl of Maberley, will be in attendance at Harrow for the Michaelmas term along with my son, Leo. Forster suggested we bring the lads together before the start of term, so that Maberley will have someone to guide him. I was in Spain with my regiment when Leo began his first term at school. I wish that I had been here for him to help make his transition into the human world easier. We would be honored to assist Maberley with his adjustment.

Perhaps the earl could pay us a visit during the

September moonful and give the lads the opportunity to

sniff each other. I will await your reply.

Your humble servant,

Lt. Harold Schofield

Reston House,

Guilford, Surrey

Transition into the human world? How did the Schofields normally go about their lives? It was a stroke of luck that he'd been able to snatch the letter from Lily's fingers.

The September moonful. That was the perfect excuse. He could take Oliver to Surrey to experience the change with Schofield, while he returned to the woods of Westfield Hall without Lily knowing. He could tell her he was going to London after dropping Oliver off along the way.

He frowned, realizing he would have to come up with a different excuse once a month for the rest of his life. He was going to have to become much more creative, or he'd run out of ideas before their first anniversary.