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Dariushadn’t noticed the lyrical huskiness of her voice yesterday. Probably because he’d been distracted by his very public tumble, Mrs. Clarke’s seething disapproval, and MissWeldon’s wholly unexpected proposal.

Asmall rectangular bookplate affixed to the inside cover read WoodhavenLendingLibrary, Established 1828.

She’dmade the simple template herself, but Darius could not fault her system for identifying the library books.

MissWeldon tapped the page. “Each book is numbered as well, and I created a system to catalog authors and titles, keep track of borrowers, and when the book is due back.”

“Impressive, MissWeldon,” Cassius said with an approving smile.

Indeed, it was. This project meant a great deal to her, and for reasons Darius did not understand, he was reluctant to destroy her dream—even if it might inconvenience him.

Helifted the teapot. “Tea, or would you prefer coffee?”

Herextraordinary green eyes rounded.

“I’ve never tried coffee. MayI?” She gave a delicate sniff. “It smells divine.”

“Of course.” Darius poured three cups of coffee. He slid the cup and saucer toward her. “The flavor is quite bold by itself. I suggest you add milk and sugar.”

Shepeeled off her gloves and, after laying them aside, took a delicate sip.

Dariuscouldn’t help but notice the many red needle pricks dotting her fingertips.

“I see what you mean.” She added a generous portion of milk and three sugar lumps. After stirring thoroughly, she ventured another sip.

“That’s delicious.” A pleased smile arched her pretty mouth. “Robust yet smooth.”

Cassiusglanced at his pocket watch.

“Regretfully, I have an engagement. A potential portrait client.” He rose and straightened his coat. “I hope you can convince my brother to permit you a portion of the bookshop. No one should be deprived of the joy of reading.”

“I quite agree, my lord.” MissWeldon offered Cassius a pretty smile.

Hisbrother bowed and took his leave.

Nothinglike tossing Darius under the carriage.

Notonly would MissWeldon consider him an ogre for denying her request, but his denial wouldn’t endear him to the locals. He could not afford to alienate the townspeople, a fact she had likely counted on.

Hecouldn’t decide if he applauded her cunning or if her cleverness made him leery.

Thanksto the insidious seeds of doubt Cassius had successfully planted yesterday, Darius now mistrusted MissWeldon and Eudora. ExceptMissWeldon’s motivation was entirely anthropic and not self-serving. In truth, setting up the library would create even more work for the already overburdened vicar’s daughter.

Dariushadasked around that morning—subtly, of course. And not only had he learned a couple of unsettling tidbits about Eudora but also several things about MissWeldon.

Sinceher mother’s death five years ago, MissWeldon had been tasked with being her father’s hostess, housekeeper, mother and governess to her two younger sisters. She accepted commissions for her exemplary embroidery work. Not to mention chasing an ill-behaved, glove-stealing goose all over town.

Howdid she propose to find the time to run a lending library too?

Nonetheless, Darius had promised her the opportunity to persuade him, and he was a man of his word.

“Shall we continue discussing your proposal, MissWeldon?” Darius selected a ginger biscuit and then lifted the plate. “Would you care for one?”

“No, thank you.” Taking another sip of coffee, she closed her eyes. “Mmm, that is so good.”

Arush of profound desire flooded his senses at her innocent and unknowingly provocative response.

Hecrossed his legs lest his physical response become apparent.