“Or walked,” Robert added.
She smiled. “I much prefer walks myself. Yes, you could have walked provided that your home was close enough.”
“Two miles.”
“That’s not too far away.”
“No, it’s not.” He rather enjoyed walks. He found himself taking walks every evening. Even in London, he found that he enjoyed walking. The vulgar smells of the city and crowds didn’t seem to dampen his enjoyment enough for him to stop.
He eyed her carefully. Her skin was the color of light honey. She looked fit, but not too thin. Her breasts were large, not too big, but perfect for his hands, and from what he recalled from when she stood, her hips were generous. He was willing to bet that her legs were well defined, probably from hours of walking.
“So, you’re here because your parents want you to marry,” Robert gathered from what little he knew about her and what he knew about women of her station in general.
She gave him a dreamy smile that made his chest tighten. “When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to have a season. It all seemed so magical, balls, dancing, and being courted by handsome men,” she added the last in a teasing tone.
He grinned. “Sounds like every girl’s dream to find Prince Charming. What happened to change that dream?” Robert asked, coming closer. He was now standing only a few feet away from her. His original thought that she was beautiful shattered. She was nothing less than a goddess.
She sighed heavily. “Anthony.”
He felt a tug of unease. Was it jealousy?
“So, you’re in love with this Anthony?”
Please, God, no.
She laughed. “No. He’s my brother-in-law. My sister married for love. She didn’t care about a title or money. He made her happy, still does. They are the happiest couple that I know and their boys are extraordinary.”
“And you want that for yourself,” Robert guessed.
“It will most likely never happen for me,” she said with a careless shrug that tore at his heart and left him wondering why he cared so much.
Chapter 6
Elizabeth was not going to tell this stranger that she was an heiress. If he turned out to be a fortune hunter, she would be in trouble. He could easily sound the alarm and she would be compromised and forced to accept his hand. She wouldn’t be able to survive being trapped in a loveless marriage.
“So, if you wish to marry for love, then why don’t you enjoy evenings like this more?”
She waved her hand lazily in the air. “This? This is all orchestrated. People come here looking for the right connection, the right amount of money, and the best gossip. No one comes here looking for love. I knew before my coming out that I would never find love at a ball. It would just happen…somehow, somewhere.”
He took another step forward. “But you came anyway.”
She looked wistful. “Until the day I marry, I belong to my father and then to my husband. I am considered nothing more than property. If I wish to have certain rights or benefits, I must make the man in my life happy first. Then, if he is generous, I might be allowed to follow my own pursuits.” Of course, that would all change with her inheritance.
Without a word, he moved to sit down next to her on the padded bench. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Sounds unfair, but I don’t understand what type of pursuits a woman could have that a man would not allow. Surely your father would encourage you to embroider, watercolor, play the pianoforte.”
“I’m afraid that you would find me quite unusual, then.”
“Try me.” He tilted his head to the side to watch her as she slowly exhaled.
“If I don’t smile, look pretty, attend the right function, accept the attentions of the right gentleman, my father will rule my life with an iron fist. I don’t like to embroider. I would rather sew quilts since it seems a better use of a skill to keep one warm than to make something look frivolous. I enjoy cooking, but I’m not supposed to. No woman in society is supposed to enjoy that. We’re supposed to enjoy ordering other people to do that for us,” she said with a conspiratorial smile that he found utterly adorable.
“But not you,” he murmured, smiling. “I bet you make delicious biscuits,” he teased.
She grinned devilishly. “My brother-in-law and nephews swear by them.”
He took another look at her slender figure. “You don’t look like someone that enjoys cooking.”
She rolled her eyes in a rather fetching manner. “I like to cook, not to eat.”
