Heaven knew what idiocy he might have committed, had the butler not chosen that moment to stomp back in, announcing the arrival of her hackney.
The man’s voice sent a shock through him, and they both stepped back. ‘Your hackney, Duchess,’ he repeated inanely, seized by a looming sense of loss.
‘When will I see you again?’ she whispered, voicing the thought that consumed him.
‘Perhaps...perhaps,’ he replied, thinking rapidly, ‘I could escort you to visit your sister, in Highgate. Englemere doesn’t come to town every day, I imagine. I could...bring him some committee reports.’
‘Yes!’ she said, her eyes lighting with enthusiasm. ‘I would like that.’
‘Bring your boys, too. They could become acquainted with their cousins.’
‘Witlow said I should be able to take them where I like, now that I don’t need their father’s permission. When shall we go?’
‘Arrange what is convenient for you, and send me a note.’
She nodded eagerly. ‘I will. Tonight was wonderful! Thank you again.’ With a glance towards the waiting butler at the open front door, she said, ‘Goodbye, Davie. I’m so glad I’ll be seeing you again.’
‘Make it soon.’
‘I will.’ She turned to leave, hesitated, then gave his hand a squeeze before hurrying over to the door.
As she disappeared into the night, Davie raised his hand, inhaling her faint scent of lavender. The skin she’d touched still sparked and tingled, the aftermath of a desire so powerful he’d almost done something foolish and irreparable.
It shook him to realise how swiftly being with her, alone, had unravelled his control.
Maybe it wasn’t wise to see her again, lest his hold over himself crumble altogether, leading him to commit some irreversible act that would tarnish his honour and hers and sever for good this tenuous revival of their friendship.
And yet... With her sons along to play chaperone, they wouldn’t be alone on the road to Highgate. After they arrived, she’d most likely be closeted with her sister, while he could discuss the latest compromise position with Englemere, focusing his mind on business and away from her enchanting face. With her within the protective embrace of her family, there would be no opportunity for passion to get out of hand; he’d be able to enjoy the delight of her company without fearing for his sanity or his honour.
Besides, he knew in the depths of his soul that he could never stop himself from seeing her unless she herself forbade it.
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