Janice Preston – Daring To Love The Duke's Heir (страница 12)

How perfect if Stanton was right and it was Gideon trying to lead Alex and Neville astray. Dominic would enjoy putting Liberty straight...although...there was still the effect of Wendover’s behaviour on his sisters’ reputations—they would face enough of a struggle to be accepted in society, with their maternal grandfather being in trade, without a rackety brother to further taint the family.

He stood. ‘I’ll go and talk to him, nevertheless. I think you are right, but it won’t hurt to make certain.’ He shook Stanton’s outstretched hand and bent to kiss Felicity on the cheek.

Down on the floor of the theatre, he stood at the back until the end of the play, keeping a close watch on Alex, Neville and Wendover. As the audience began to leave, he moved to meet the three men.

Alex’s eyes met his. A smile was swiftly masked.

‘Dominic.’ Alex nodded casually.

‘Alex.’ Dominic kept his nod just as casual. ‘Why did you not let me know you were in town?’

He cringed inwardly as soon as he said the words. There was nothing he could have said more likely to provoke Alex into a fit of the sullens, as their aunt Cecily used to call them.

Alex shrugged. ‘I don’t need your permission to have some fun in my life, do I?’

Dominic bit back the urge to cuff his brother’s ear as he might have done when they were lads.

‘No, of course not. But if I’d known I could have let you know Olivia, Hugo and the twins arrived yesterday.’

They’d been due to arrive the day he’d met Liberty at Beauchamp House, but had delayed their journey a couple of days when one of the twins was poorly.

Alex’s eyes lit up. ‘Are they staying in Grosvenor Square?’ Dominic nodded. ‘Good. I’ll call on them tomorrow.’

Dominic then turned to Neville Wolfe, a friend of Alex’s since boyhood.

‘Wolfe. How do you do? Are your family well?’

Neville grinned and shook Dominic’s hand. ‘Very well, Avon. Very well.’

Dominic shifted his attention to Gideon, Lord Wendover. Miss Liberty Lovejoy’s twin brother. The family resemblance was strong—the same stubborn chin and the same blue eyes. He wondered idly if Wendover’s irises were likewise flecked with gold before jerking back to the realisation that he was staring mindlessly at the man. He thrust out his hand.

‘I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Avon... Alex’s brother.’

Gideon shook Dominic’s hand. ‘Wendover. Good to meet you, Avon, but... I beg you will excuse me—I’m due backstage.’

His words slurred and Dominic could smell the gin on his breath, but at least neither Alex nor Wolfe appeared foxed. Gideon was quickly absorbed into the throng of people slowly shuffling out of the theatre.

Alex muttered a curse. ‘I’ll call on you tomorrow, Dom. I have to go now. C’mon, Nev.’

He followed Gideon but, as Neville began to move, Dominic grabbed his arm.

‘Hold hard there, Wolfe.’

Neville halted, but looked pointedly at Dominic’s hand on his sleeve. Dominic released his grip.

‘Give me a moment,’ he said. ‘I just want to be sure he’s safe.’

Understanding dawned on Neville’s face. He’d been friends with Alex for a long time and had stood by him through difficult times and wild behaviour. ‘There’s nothing going on that need trouble you, Avon. We’re tryin’ to watch out for Gid, that’s all. He’s got the bit between his teeth—taken a fancy to Camilla Trace and we’re trying to stop him doing anything stupid like promise to marry her when he’s in his cups!’

Camilla Trace was a beautiful and popular actress currently appearing at the Sans Pareil.

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