She could almost believe she’d hurt him.
“Forgive me,” Evie said. “I did not sleep well, and I am never at my best when things are not within my control.”
“I cannot fault you for that, as I am the same,” he said in a somber tone.
“Where are we going?”
“To take tea. My stomach is empty, and I am never at my best then either.”
“Tea?”
“It’s a beverage that is poured from the spout of a teapot. Some drink it with milk, others honey, I believe.”
“No, really?” Evie muttered.
He led her across a road after these words and into a lane she’d never entered before. He stopped before a narrow wooden door in need of a fresh coat of paint. Looking up, Evie saw a small sign with the words The Best Tea in London.
“It’s the truth,” he said, following her eyes. “It’s tucked away, but people know of its reputation for excellent scones and tea.”
“I don’t think I should be seen alone taking tea with you, my lord.”
“Possibly not, but your—” He looked behind them to where Mrs. Humphrey stood a few feet back. “What is her position?”
“Cook/housekeeper,” Evie said, as there seemed no point lying now.
“Cook/housekeeper is with us.”
“A lady’s reputation can be easily damaged,” Evie said.
“Yes, it can, but then a person who gads about in men’s clothes is not someone to question that, surely. Besides, we are to be betrothed. I’m sure it’s fine to be seen with me.”
“We are not to be betrothed,” she said firmly.
He opened the door after placing a kick to the bottom left corner as it was sticking and nudged her inside.
“Come along, Mrs. Humphrey,” he added.
Delicious scents hit Evie, and she inhaled deeply. The interior was small, and she had to add, shabby, but most of the tables were full of people.
“Stop pushing me about the place, my lord,” she hissed when a large hand, now on her spine, continued to direct her.
“Move your feet and I won’t have to.”
She muttered something unflattering beneath her breath.
“I have excellent hearing, Evie. Perhaps you might remember that. Now, sit.” He pulled out a chair. “I will return shortly.”
“My name is Miss Spencer,” she said.
He waved Mrs. Humphrey into a seat at the table behind them, then Lord Hamilton took the one across from Evie.
“Relax, Evie,” he said as her fingers tapped the table.
“I should not be here with you, my lord, but as I am, then say what needs to be said, and I shall leave.” Evie took control of the conversation.
“Tea and cakes for Mrs. Humphries,” Lord Hamilton pointed to the table behind them, “and the same for us,” he added to the young girl who took their order. “Four fruit buns also.”
“Please,” Evie snapped. “And you can’t eat all that.”
