CHAPTER FIVELord Melburne made no attempt to push his horses on the drive to his home. He wanted time to think and to be ready with an answer to the question that Lady Romayne was bound to ask him.
He felt a sudden surge of irritation to find himself in the position of having to give an explanation of what he believed until now was entirely his own business. At the same time he had to admit that, while it was interfering of Romayne to come posting down from London, she did have a certain amount of justification.
After all, whether he liked it or not, their names had been linked together and he knew the betting in St. James’s was that Romayne would propel him up the aisle before the end of the year.
‘Blast it, I want to remain a bachelor,’ he told himself and then he found himself thinki
