7
Oliver sat down across from Mr. Egerton at the back of the dining car as a waiter brought them two glasses of brandy. He tried to remain calm, but damned if he wasn’t a bit nervous. The atmosphere between him and Rayne’s father had grown a bit cold, just enough to give him a slight worry as to what was to come.
“Well, I’m not one to beat around the bush, waiting to see what rushes out. Let’s get to the heart of the matter. You are interested in my daughter, Lord Conway.” It wasn’t a question.
“I am, Mr. Egerton. She has consented to my courtship.”
“And what about me? Do you care to ask me if I consent?” Douglas wasn’t angry, but there was a gleam in the man’s eyes that would have made Oliver nervous if he had been a younger man. But far too much was at stake for Oliver to be afraid.
