Deena’s curiosity piqued. “Duties?”
“Yes, your duties as the Duchess of Windemere.”
She straightened, excitement flickering in her eyes. “Tell me.”
He loved that about her. How she leaned into purpose, how she wanted to help, and never shied away from responsibility.
“Well,” he began, “It is quite simple, all you have to do is speak to our housekeeper and organize baskets of food for the poor as well as an event in our estate.”
Austin could see her mind swirling with ideas already.
“I believe you will find these tasks enjoyable,” he said softly.
She reached across the table and took his hand this time. Her touch sent a fire throughout his entire body, and it took all his effort not to grab her and take her there on the breakfast table.
“Thank you, Austin.”
“I told you to stop thanking me, Dee.”
“I cannot help myself.”
“I cannot help myself either. It is getting harder each day.” His eyes dropped to her chest, which rose and fell with every breath she took.
How I long to taste her again.
He swallowed. Hard.
Austin stood reluctantly. Deena gently let go of his hand, knowing he needed to leave.
“I apologize, Dee. I have to meet with some tenants,” he said softly. “I will try my best to be back before dinner.”
She nodded, though her eyes lingered on him, tempting him even further.
“I understand,” she whispered.
Austin stepped away reluctantly and grabbed his coat.
“I believe Mr. Whitman will have some good news for us tomorrow.” He looked at her from the doorway.
Deena’s face brightened instantly. “Austin, can there truly be any more good news?”
Twenty-Seven
“These girls deserve so much more,” Deena murmured to herself, making notes in the margin.
She sat curled on the settee in the drawing room, a stack of papers spread across her lap. The school’s requirements were far more extensive than she expected. Lists of books, slates, chalk, sewing materials, blankets for winter, and even a request for a proper roof repair lay all around her.
“What can I do?”
She felt fulfilled carrying out such compassionate duties and could not wait to tell Selina and Penelope all about it.
I am no longer a burden.
Deena’s smile faded when the door suddenly burst open.
She jolted upright and papers scattered to the carpet. She was surprised to see Austin striding in, his expression thunderous, followed by an elderly man who looked as though he might faint at any moment.
“Austin?” she breathed, rising quickly. “What?—”
