“Need I worry about my children?”
She looked up at him with an inscrutable smile. “Of course not.”
“Very well.” He looked down at the sandwich that had been placed in front of him and took a healthy bite. Once he’d swallowed, he looked her straight in the eye and said, “I must apologize for my greeting this morning. I was less than gracious.”
She nodded regally. “And I apologize for arriving unheralded. It was quite ill-bred of me.”
He nodded back. “You, however, apologized for that this morning, while I did not.”
She offered him a smile, a genuine one, and he felt his heart lurch. Good God, when she smiled it transformed her entire face. In all the time he’d been corresponding with her, he’d never dreamed that she would take his breath away.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing with the barest hint of pink. “That was very gracious of you.”
Phillip cleared his throat and shifted uneasily in his seat. What was wrong with him, that he was less comfortable with her smiles than he was with her frowns? “Right,” he said, coughing one more time to cover the gruffness in his voice. “Now that we have that out of the way, perhaps we should address your reason for being here.”
Eloise set her sandwich down and regarded him with obvious surprise. Clearly, she hadn’t expected him to be so direct. “You were interested in marriage,” she said.
“Are you?” he countered.
“I’m here,” she said simply.
He looked at her assessingly, his eyes searching hers until she squirmed in her seat. “You are not what I expected, Miss Bridgerton.”
“Under the circumstances, I would not think it inappropriate for you to use my given name,” she said, “and you are not what I expected, either.”
He sat back in his seat, looking at her with the vaguest hint of a smile. “And what did you expect?”
“What didyouexpect?” Eloise countered.
He gave her a look that told her he’d noticed she’d avoided his question, then said, quite bluntly, “I didn’t expect you to be so pretty.”
Eloise felt herself lurch back slightly at the unexpected compliment. She hadn’t been looking her best that morning, and even if she had—well, she’d never been considered one of the beauties of theton. Bridgerton women were generally thought to be attractive, vivacious, and personable. She and her sisters were popular, and they’d all received more than one offer of marriage, but men seemed to like them because theylikedthem, not because they were struck dumb by their beauty.
“I ... ah ...” She felt herself flushing, which mortified her, which of course caused her cheeks to redden even more. “Thank you.”
He nodded graciously.
“I am not certain why my appearance would have come as a surprise to you,” she said, thoroughly annoyed with herself for reacting so strongly to his flattery. Heavens, one would think she had never been paid a compliment before. But he was just sitting there,lookingat her. Looking, and staring, and ...
She shivered.
And it wasn’t the least bit drafty. Could one shiver from feeling too ...hot?
“You yourself wrote that you are a spinster,” he said. “There must be some reason you have never married.”
“It was not because I received no offers,” she felt compelled to inform him.
“Obviously not,” he said, tilting his head in her direction as a gesture of compliment. “But I cannot help but be curious as to why a woman like you would feel the need to resort to ... well ...me.”
She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time since she’d arrived. He was quite handsome in a rough, slightly unkempt sort of way. His dark hair looked in dire need of a good trim, and his skin showed signs of a faint tan, which was impressive considering how little sunshine they’d enjoyed lately. He was large and muscular, and sat in his chair with a careless, athletic sort of grace, legs sprawled in a manner that would not have been acceptable in a London drawing room.
And the look on his face told her that he didn’t much care that his manners were not de rigeur. It wasn’t the same sort of defiant attitude she saw so often among young men of theton. She’d met so many men of that kind—the ones who made such a point of defying convention, and then spoiled the effect by going out of their way to make sure that everyone knew how daring and scandalous they were.
But with Sir Phillip it was different. Eloise would have bet good money that it would simply never have occurred to him to care that he wasn’t sitting in a properly formal manner, and it certainly wouldn’t have occurred to him to make sure that other people knew he didn’t care.
It made Eloise wonder if that was the mark of a truly self-confident person, and if so, why did he need to resort toher? Because from what she’d seen of him, curt manners this morning aside, he shouldn’t have had too much trouble finding himself a wife.
“I am here,” she said, finally remembering that he had asked her a question, “because after refusingseveraloffers of marriage”—she knew that a better person would have been more modest and not taken such pains to emphasize the word “several,” but she just couldn’t help herself—“I find that I still desire a husband. Your letters seemed to indicate that you might be a good candidate. It seemed shortsighted not to meet with you and find out if that was indeed true.”
