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Undercover Duke (Duke Dynasty #4)(5)
Author: Sabrina Jeffries

When Sheridan focused his gorgeous green eyes on Vanessa, she pasted a flirtatious smile to her face. “Nonsense, Uncle. I already know his opinion.”

Sheridan’s expression didn’t change one whit. It exhibited a perfect blend of boredom and nonchalance. “Oh? And what might that be?”

“That the shenanigans of Felix and his friends are ridiculous. That you don’t consider such frivolity entertaining in the least.”

“If you say so.” He shrugged. “Honestly, I have no opinion whatsoever.”

It was the sort of thing he always said. “Ah, but you must admit that when you do, it’s contrary to everyone else’s. Why, I once heard you tell the Secretary of War that Napoleon was a masterful strategist who would win against us if we didn’t recognize it and act accordingly.”

“That wasn’t an opinion; it was the truth.” He stared her down. “Just because the man is our enemy doesn’t mean we should assume he’s stupid. Greater men than our Secretary of War have made that mistake, to their detriment.”

The words piqued her uncle’s curiosity. “Forgive me, Duke, but are you familiar with military strategy?”

“My father trained me from an early age to follow in his footsteps in Britain’s diplomatic service, a profession which requires knowing strategies of all kinds. So yes, Sir Noah, I do know quite a bit.”

Mama turned up her nose at the very idea. “I’m sure your late father was relieved when you became his heir to the dukedom instead. What a fortuitous event that was.”

Sheridan shifted his attention to Vanessa’s mother. “I doubt Father would have called the death of his brother fortuitous.” As if realizing Mama might take offense at his blunt speech, he softened his words. “Personally, I’d have preferred a post abroad over inheriting the dukedom, but that wasn’t meant to be.”

Vanessa wasn’t sure she believed him. He didn’t sound convincing. Perhaps he was trying to convince himself? Then again, watching his every word and bowing to the needs of England over his own would probably come naturally to him, given his reticence.

As if Mama wondered about it herself, she lifted an eyebrow. “You would have been happy to live outside of England as some low envoy all of your life?”

“I wasn’t born in England, Lady Eustace. So if I’d had the chance to live the remainder of my days in Prussia, for example, I would have been perfectly content.”

“With all your family here?” Vanessa asked, genuinely curious now. “Wouldn’t you miss them?”

His gaze swung to her. “Of course. But if I were still in the diplomatic service, it would be because my uncle was still alive and my parents and Gwyn were still in Prussia.”

“Still, wouldn’t you miss your brothers?” Vanessa said. She would miss Grey terribly if he were abroad, and he was merely her cousin.

“Until the past year, I hadn’t been around them for a very long time.” A small frown knit his brow. “I was used to that. I was only a child when Grey left, Heywood got his commission when I was seventeen, and Thorn departed when I was nineteen. I spent nine years without them all.” His fraught tone belied the nonchalant words.

“But surely you would have missed entertainments like this or hunting house parties or our glittering balls,” Mama said.

Uncle Noah shook his head. “They have those in Prussia, too, eh, Duke?”

“But not peopled by Englishmen,” her mother persisted. “And those Prussians are not to be trusted.”

Vanessa stifled a groan. “Do forgive my mother. She finds all foreigners suspect.”

Sheridan ignored Vanessa’s commentary. “I will confess, Lady Eustace, that the house parties in Berlin paled to those my mother always describes from her youth in England. Prussian house parties were orderly events, with every activity scheduled. Whereas my mother says that her first husband’s parties at Carymont were madcap and not the least scheduled. Everyone had differing plans for activities, and no one consulted with anyone else concerning those plans.”

“Exactly,” Mama said, brightening. “That’s how they were indeed. We did as we pleased in those days. None of this ‘Oh, the young gentlemen must be appeased’ nonsense. We enjoyed ourselves however we could.”

“I suppose that left time for guests to roam Carymont and explore,” Sheridan said.

“And have assignations,” Uncle Noah added, slyly.

Mama swatted her brother with her reticule. “No one was having assignations, Noah. I was newly married and not about to risk my marriage for any man. And my husband wasn’t even there.” She glanced at Vanessa and colored. “Not that he would have done such a thing either.”

It was all Vanessa could do not to roll her eyes. How could Mama think Vanessa hadn’t noticed Papa’s many payments to ladies through the years? Vanessa had done the books for him from the time she was old enough to know what an account ledger was. Papa had been woefully bad at managing money. “The gathering at Carymont,” Vanessa mused aloud. “What was the occasion or was it just a typical house party?”

Her mother sighed. “We were supposed to be there to celebrate Grey’s christening. Instead—”

“Grey’s father died,” Sheridan said bluntly.

Vanessa groaned. She’d had no idea or she would never have brought it up. But her parents hadn’t revealed any details about the death of Grey’s father except to mention that Grey had been a mere infant at the time.

Uncle Noah’s gaze shot to Mama. “That was when it happened?”

“It was indeed.” Sheridan focused on Mama. “I wonder how the guests felt about that, Lady Eustace. It must have lowered their spirits dramatically.”

Mama waved her hand in the air. “Oh, let’s not talk about it. It’s . . . too awful and sad. Besides, the next act is about to begin.”

Sure enough, the orchestra began to play a more dramatic piece. Uncle Noah took his seat but Sheridan continued to lounge against the balustrade.

“Would you like a lemon drop, Your Grace?” Vanessa asked as she drew one out of her reticule, hoping to keep him there.

“Thank you, but no,” Sheridan drawled, flashing her the faintest of smiles. “I gave up sweets for Lent.”

When she and Uncle Noah chuckled, Vanessa’s mother frowned. “Lent was several months ago.”

Mama had never had much of a sense of humor.

“Exactly, Sister.” Uncle Noah smiled at Vanessa. “But I’ll take one of those lemon drops.” He snatched the comfit right out of Vanessa’s hand.

Then a boy took the stage and began a comic introduction to the second act, which effectively ended all conversation.

Looking frustrated—for no reason that Vanessa could tell—Sheridan pushed away from the balustrade, unwittingly drawing her attention to his fine physique. The man had the best-crafted calves she’d ever seen, not to mention a chest as broad as a pugilist’s and clearly capable of any test of strength. As if that weren’t enough to tempt a young lady, his hair . . . Oh, she must not even think of those glorious ash-brown curls. It made her want to run her fingers through them, a possibility that clearly escaped him, since he ignored Vanessa completely while twice more bending to whisper something to her mother, as if to renew their conversation.

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