PROLOGUE
Surrey, July 1803, The Marquess of Trentham’s Estate
“Who do you think you shall marry, Griff?” asked Lady Meredith Drake as she tossed her fishing line back into the pond. The fourteen-year-old had just finished placing a fresh worm on her hook.
“Marry?” Griffin Brooks wrinkled his nose. “Why would I want to think aboutthat? I’m only sixteen.” Griffin shook his head, pulled his knees to his chest, and rested his arms atop them. He still clutched his fishing pole in his hand.
He adored his friend Meredith. She was one of the boys, as far as Griffin was concerned. But she’d begun asking him questions like this more often lately. Far too many probing questions about the future and things like marriage and Seasons and debut balls and the like. Subjects he had little interest in.
Griffin scrubbed a hand through his hair as he watched his line bob in the water. He and Mere were sitting on the grassy bank in front of the pond on Meredith’s father’sproperty. Meredith and her older brother, Ashford, were the only children of the Marquess of Trentham.
Griffin’s own father, the Duke of Southbury, lived an hour’s ride away. And while Griffin had an older brother who was eighteen and a younger sister who was only five, he rarely spent time at home. He much preferred to go riding by himself. One day, he’d made it all the way to the Drakes’ estate, and when he returned home, no one had even noticed he’d been gone. After that he began making regular visits, and he was here so often these days he’d become part of the family.
At first, Griffin had befriended Ash, but it soon became obvious that precocious little Meredith refused to allow the boys to have all the fun. She accompanied them on all of their excursions and adventures. She was good at all the things they did, after all. It had seemed only natural. Now, Meredith could shoot as well as the two sixteen-year-old boys. She could fish. She could fence. And she could handle a horse better than most adult men. The three friends were inseparable and had been for as long as Griffin could remember. And all these years, Griffin thought of Meredith as nothing more than one of his two closest friends. What did it matter that she was a girl?
Only lately, he’d begun to notice that Meredithwasa girl. In fact, she was quickly becoming a young woman. Abeautifulyoung woman with her smokey-gray eyes and long dark-brown hair. And Griffin was increasingly uncomfortable with the thought that he’d begun to feel quite differently about Meredith. Quite differently indeed.
The truth was he hadn’t answered her question because he already knew precisely who he would marry one day. It was simple. Like breathing.Meredith. He would marry Mere. It was the most effortless, obvious decision in the world.
But they were still quite young. He needed to finishschool, and Meredith needed to grow up and make her debut. It was all a long way off. And if a “spare” son knew anything—spending his life waiting around to be noticed—it was patience. Griffin was exceedingly patient. He had no intention of declaring himself until the time was precisely right.
“I’m never going to marry,” came Ash’s voice from a little way down the bank. They’d been here all morning. Despite the fact that none of them had caught a thing, Ash was convinced that the fishing was better where he’d cast his line.
Meredith rolled her eyes at her brother’s remark. “Of course you shall marry, Ash,” she called back. “You’ll be a marquess one day. You must produce an heir.”
“You sound far too much like Father right now,” Ash replied, scowling.
“But youdointend to marry one day, don’t you, Griffin?” Meredith asked, blinking at him innocently.
“I do,” Griffin replied, clearing his throat and steadfastly refusing to look at Meredith.
“Father saysI’mto marry aduke,” Meredith announced, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin.
“A duke?” Griffin frowned. This was the first time he’d heard her say any such thing. Why was her father discussing such topics with her already? And why would he be so specific as to stipulate a duke? Surely, Lord Trentham didn’t mean that literally. After all, Griffin was no duke.
“Father says a lot of things,” Ash called with a frustrated sigh.
“He says I’m to marry a duke because that’s whatMamawould have wanted.” Meredith’s voice had taken on an edge of pride and wistfulness.
Griffin sat up straighter. He made a show of pulling his line from the water and adding fresh bait to his hook, but his mind raced. What the devil was Meredith talking about? Hadher father really told her such a thing? Meredith revered the memory of her late mother. The Marchioness of Trentham had died in childbirth with Meredith, and the girl had spent her entire life trying to make her mother proud. Sadly, she tried to make her father proud too, while Ash had long ago stopped trying.
Lord Trentham was a complete horse’s arse. Everyone knew that. Everyone except Meredith. After his wife’s untimely death, Trentham had handed both children over to their nanny and left for London, where he spent all his time gambling and seeking his own pleasures. The nanny had later been replaced by a governess and a tutor, but Trentham had arranged it all from London. The man rarely came home. And when he did, it was heartbreaking to watch Meredith try so desperately to win the slightest hint of his approval and love.
Ash, for his part, mostly ignored his father. And now that the two boys were in school at Eton, Ash rarely had to deal with the man, which was precisely how Ash preferred it. The less contact, the better. Griffin and Ash were only here now on a break from school. An event Meredith always greatly looked forward to because, otherwise, she was here alone with only her governess and tutors as company.
“I don’t think Mother said any such thing.” Ash’s voice sounded deep and angry. It always was when discussing anything related to his father.
“That’s what Father said,” Meredith shot back, lifting her chin again.
“Is your father home then?” Griffin asked, hoping to stave off an argument between the siblings while still trying to make sense of Meredith’s surprising announcement.
“His lordship arrived last night,” Ash drawled, looking none too pleased about his father’s visit.
“That’s why we’re here,” Meredith added. “We wanted to catch him some fish for supper.”
“Youwant to catch him fish for supper. I simply enjoy fishing. Besides, it’s not as if he’ll notice where his supper came from.” Disgust sounded in Ash’s voice.
“I intend to tell him,” Meredith said in a bright tone. “Ifwe catch a fish, that is. Some dinner we’ll have if we don’t.”
