“At least you two have formed a truce. That makes my life easier,” Nick said. “Two of my favorite people can now be in the same room without shooting daggers at each other and trying to cut each other to the quick with words.”
“That was my fault again, but we have rectified that also.”
“We can be acquaintances now... well, for three weeks.” Beth smiled. “After that I am sure we will once again draw swords. But, there is also the possibility that this will give me what I have always wanted.”
“What?” Both men looked at her.
“To retire from society,” Beth said softly. “To live in the country, and travel to London only should I wish it. I could be so heartbroken after Lord Vereton breaks our betrothal that I can never face him again.”
Lord Vereton actually shook his head, as if to clear it. “Why would you want that? To leave your friends and family, and society?”
“My reasons are private, but they have been clear to Nick for some time.”
“She only comes to town to please me and Aunt Jane, Leo. If I allowed it she would spend all her time in the country.”
She felt Lord Vereton’s eyes on her as the carriage continued. Sensed his curiosity, but Beth ignored him, and kept her eyes on the window.
“There seems little I can do about this matter without causing a scandal, or Beth a great deal of discomfort.” Nick sighed. “But I will be watching, and when this faux betrothal ends, it will be all your fault, Leo. I will not allow anything to tarnish Beth, even though she sees it as a chance to leave society.”
“You have my word.”
The next few weeks promised to be interesting, Beth thought, and for the first time since entering society she did not have to worry about men fawning over her and forcing their attentions on her. She loathed this, loathed men touching her or getting too close; it brought back memories she would prefer stay dormant.
She felt a smile tug her lips. Maybe, just maybe, this would be a season that did not make her anxious, and even better—it could possibly be her last.
