Page 86 of The Lyon Won't Lose


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“Now, now. I’m returning a simple favor,” Lady Amelia said.

Mr. Blakewood snorted. “Simple?”

“Given any number of things Mrs. Dove-Lyon could have asked of us, chaperoning Miss Brandon is a treat. Come and sit by me,” she saidto Felicity.

A footman pulled out a chair for her and Felicity sat.

“I hope I’m not an inconvenience,” Felicity said.

“Not at all,” Lord Alston replied. “We love company.”

“What are your plans for the day?” Lady Amelia asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think I am supposed to leave the house.”

“Nonsense. There are many places we can go where your father and that blackguard won’t find us. We can visit the museum and go to an early show at the theater, if you prefer? We have a private box.”

“Ihave a private box,” Lord Alston said. “You’re no longer a Clark, sister.”

Lady Amelia shook her head at him. “You’re teasing.”

He raised a brow. “You’ll have to make a request if you wish to use it. And ask me nicely.”

Lady Amelia looked to her husband. “Can you believe this jackanapes?”

Mr. Blakewood chuckled. “I’m not getting involved.”

Lady Amelia scoffed and folded her arms. “May I use the box tonight with Miss Brandon, oh generous brother?”

“Of course,” Lord Alston said smugly.

“Will you be joining us?”

“I will.”

“What of Miss Blakewood?” Felicity asked, curious about her whereabouts.

Mr. Blakewood cleared his throat. “She’s otherwise engaged with my parents.”

“You mean held hostage,” Lord Alston said.

“They’re keeping you apart?” Felicity asked.

“No,” Lady Amelia said. “They’re planning the wedding. Miss Blakewood is occupied with shopping, choosing colors, visiting elderly aunts, etcetera.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely.”

Lady Amelia sighed despondently. “It does.”

“You could have had that, had you any patience,” Lord Alston said.

Lady Amelia threw him a glare. “I could have, if you hadn’t toppled off a horse and almost died.”

“Must we do this again?” Mr. Blakewood muttered. “They do this a lot,” he said to Felicity.

Felicity smiled. “I have two younger sisters. They fight like wet cats.”

“What are their names?” Lady Amelia asked.