The library door opened. He immediately rose, as Minerva advanced on him with a determined look in her eyes. She got that look a lot. It was a wonder that Chase didn’t find her a bit shrewish. Kevin certainly did.
“She will be down soon. Mere minutes. Before she comes, I want to make somethingveryclear to you.” She strode until she was so close she had to tilt back her head to look him in the eye. “She is my guest, and I expect she will become my friend. I like her. You are to treat her with the same respect you would give a lady. You are not to browbeat her, or lose your patience, or let her know you find her a trial even if you do. If you in any way insult her, either by word or action or brooding sigh or dismissive tone, I will make your life miserable.”
“I never insult women.”
“Oh, for the love of grace, your mere presence insults women at times. But I’ve had my say. Behave.”
With that she turned and marched out of the library.
Kevin shook his head in exasperation. Insult women? What a ridiculous thing to say. He never insulted women. He barely spoke to them.
A faint rustle penetrated his awareness. He turned to the sound. A woman stood just inside the library door. He stared at her, and she stared back.
Rosamund Jameson was no little milliner. She wasn’t a little anything. She stood taller than most women, and the simple, gray pelisse dress she wore revealed a body that held the promise of being extremely well formed and voluptuous. Lithe was not a word anyone would use to describe her.
The rest of her appearance struck him like so many smacks to his shocked consciousness. Blue eyes. Blond curls. Porcelain skin. Full lips.
The woman was beautiful. Deliciously so.
* * *
He was looking at her as if he examined her for flaws. No doubt he would find plenty if he wanted to see them.
She conducted her own examination while he delayed greeting her. Like his cousin, Kevin Radnor was tall. His full, dark hair hung to his jaw and cravat. She didn’t know if this was a new fashion or if he had neglected to have it dressed recently.
Unlike his cousin, he had dark eyes. Very dark and deep set. They and the hair made him appear somewhat dramatic. She could not deny that he was handsome and had a fine nose and mouth. A somewhat hard jaw kept him from looking too fine. His features had none of his cousin’s ruggedness, so that jaw saved him from being . . . beautiful. Minerva had warned her that he was given to brooding, and Rosamund could imagine him doing that, and then appearing very poetic indeed.
He did not begin to measure up to Charles, of course. There was none of Charles’s bright smiles and sparkling eyes. Kevin Radnor had more in common with the strict, distracted tutors that passed through the Copley house, men who were still young but had forgotten how to have fun. Rosamund had not been able to imagine a woman of spirit wanting any of them, and she now had the same opinion of the man facing her.
Finally, growing uncomfortable at how he just looked at her, she walked farther into the chamber. “I am Rosamund Jameson. You be wanting to speak with me.”
He came to life. “Yes. I thought we should meet, considering you now own half of my enterprise.”
“If I own half, isn’t itourenterprise?”
Whatever had occupied him, it now disappeared. He smiled the smile of a proud, confident man showing forbearance. “Why don’t we sit and talk about that?”
She perched on the edge of the divan. He took an upholstered chair nearby and angled it so they could speak directly.
“I expect that inheriting half a business surprised you,” he said.
“Inheriting anything at all surprised me. But, yes, that part was especially astonishing.”
“Did the solicitor explain the enterprise?”
She kept her face impassive, resisting intimidation. “It has to do with an invention to improve machines,” she said confidently.
“Steam engines.”
“His explanation was brief. I confess I did not understand the details.”
“That is not surprising. Even men have difficulty understanding it.”
He sounded very superior saying that. “Perhaps if it is hard foreven mento understand, you should show them how it works. I would think that would clarify everything.”
He smiled indulgently. She did not care for that smile either. “I can’t. If I do, anyone might steal the design and duplicate it.”
“Mr. Radnor, forgive me if my next question is too womanish, but if you can’t show it to anyone, how does this enterprise make money from this invention?”
