Chapter 24
The Earl of Southwell knew his behaviour was once again outrageous. Outrageous, ungentlemanly, and unforgivable.
But he had lived like a monk for three months in Spain, with the proffered affection of women there holding no appeal for him. He had not then attributed this to his growing desire for his ward. Yet as he looked upon her now, he realised that she was all that aroused him.
Aroused and infuriated. To come home and discover all that he had discovered. And then for her to appear this evening looking so ravishing, and bestowing all her charms upon some damned naval pup. It gave him an irrational urge to torment her, although he probably suffered even more as a result.
"You should get some rest. I have matters to discuss with you tomorrow," he told her.
Jemima, bewilde
