A horrible suspicion struck him. Was he presuming on far too much? Despite his parents scandalous behavior and the gossip about his legitimacy, the ton lionized Cam as the future Duke of Sedgemoor. Had endless flattery turned him into a self-satisfied ass?
If Pen thought him insufferably arrogant, no wonder his proposal hadnt bowled her over. He sighed with self-disgust and impatiently ran his hand through his hair. Im making a dashed mess of this, arent I?
Pens slender body lost its rigidity as a wry smile curved her lips. Lips, he reluctantly noticed, that were pink and full and lusciously kissable.
As shock shuddered through him, he wondered why hed never noticed before. Pen had been such a constant in his life that he hadnt taken the time to mark how shed changed.
Still unwilling to admit that Pen wasnt the girl he remembered, he looked more closely. To his dismay, the coltish adolescent hovered on the brink of becoming a true beauty. Even more dismaying, he felt the unwelcome, unmistakable prickle of desire.
Yes, you are. But its not totally your fault. With a grace he hadnt seen in her before, she gestured toward the leather chairs ranged around the unlit hearth. Sit down, for heavens sake, and stop looming over me.
Actually he wasnt looming, although with his height, he loomed over most people. Pen had always been a long Meg, closer to a boy than a girl in his mind. But in this discomfiting instant, when for the first time he saw more than his friend Peters occasionally annoying younger sister, there was nothing boyish about Miss Penelope Thorne.
Since hed last seen herand for the life of him, he couldnt recall when that had been, such an ardent suitor he wasshed grown up. The thin body had gained subtle but fascinating curves. The vivid, pointed face that had always seemed too small for her decisive features had refined into striking attraction. When had she tamed her tangled mane of hair into those gleaming ebony coils?
Apprehension tasted sour on his tongue. God help him, this new Penelope was a bloody disaster. He narrowed his eyes on the siren who had mysteriously supplanted a hoyden as daring as any of his male friends. And saw that she was blossoming into a woman who made men stupid.
Categorically he didnt want to marry a woman who made men stupid, the way his mother had made his father stupid. How insulting to his chosen bride that part of her appeal had been her lack of overt attractions.
His fathers example proved what catastrophes resulted from choosing a tempestuous beauty as a wife. Cam had grown up hearing salacious gossip about his mothers affair with her husbands younger brother. Nobody, including Cam, knew who had fathered him. He was a Rothermere, but not necessarily the late dukes son.
Long ago Cam had decided to marry someone he could be friends with, not who became a challenge to every deuced roué in London. Cam wanted a wife who would help him establish the Rothermere name as one to be respected, not a cause for snickering and dirty jokes as it had been all his life.
Gossip about his parentage had dogged Cam from boyhood. School had been a nightmare, and while he made a fair job of pretending he no longer cared, he knew whispers of his bastardy still spiced the tattle whenever his name was mentioned. Hed be damned before he subjected his own children to similar torments.
He reminded himself that this was brave, honest Penelope Thorne, she who risked her neck to save a kitten from village boys twice her size. But looking at her now, he didnt see the girl who had launched a hundred escapades. Instead, he saw a woman who other men would pursue. A woman who perhaps would succumb to temptation, as his mother had done. Pens burgeoning loveliness made Cam burn to bed her, but it beggared any chance of an unexceptional domestic life.
Feeling slightly ill, Cam accepted Pens offer of a seat and watched her take the chair opposite. Dear heaven, when had that smooth glide replaced her eager gallop? This was Pen, yet it wasnt.
Even as he questioned his old playmates suitability as a bride, he couldnt take his eyes off her. When had she become this intriguing creature? Where the hell had he been when the transformation took place? At nineteen, she was a little late to be approaching her first season, but he could already see that shed set society on its ears. Shed prowl into Londons ballrooms on those long legs, like a tigress set loose amid a host of pretty little butterflies.
I appreciate that youre doing your duty by your mother and mine. A match between us was always their greatest wish. The earnestness in Pens regard was familiar, but still he felt as if hed been tossed high into the air and come to land in a different country. But lets be realistic. Im not the woman for you.
While todays misgivings hinted that Pen might be right, his pride flinched under her rejection. We know each other so well
Which is why Im convinced that any match between us would be a debacle.
Why?
Her lips twisted, and he realized that her earlier bitterness hadnt entirely vanished. Isnt that my question? She sighed. Cam, you need a duchess with dignity and decorum. You must have forgotten all the times you dragged me from disaster.