{"product_id":"the-viscount-risks-it-all-isbn-9780451473660","title":"The Viscount Risks It All","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Duke Can Go to the Devil\u003c\/i\u003e, comes a new novel about destiny, and taking a risk on a second chance at love…\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gavin Stark, Viscount Derington, learned his lesson when his childhood love was swept off her feet by another man before Dering could declare himself. Ever since, he has lived a life of no regrets—reaching for what he wants while never again allowing himself to lose his heart. If the experience taught him anything, it was never to risk what he wasn’t willing to lose.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Lady Felicity Danby had everything she ever wanted in life until the moment her husband died, turning her world upside down. A year and a half later, she is finally ready to return to Bath to spend the summer visiting family. She finds comfort in her old childhood friend, but is taken off guard when passion begins to simmer between them. She’s already lost everything once—can she possibly risk her heart a second time? | \u003cb\u003ePraise for Erin Knightley’s Prelude to a Kiss series\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Will delight Regency fans looking to escape London’s stuffy ballrooms.… supremely gratifying, and readers will eagerly await future stories.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Charming and disarming love stories are Knightley’s forte…sweet and sexy, humorous and tender—a delight.”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Breathtaking…very sensuous…kept me reading past my bedtime.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Endearing…a pitch-perfect blend of comedy and sweetness.”—Under the Covers\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A sweet romance…delightful.”—Open Book Society | \u003cb\u003eErin Knightley\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the Prelude to a Kiss series (\u003ci\u003eThe Duke Can Go to the Devil\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e The Earl I Adore\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e The Baron Next Door\u003c\/i\u003e) and the Sealed with a Kiss series (\u003ci\u003eFlirting with Fortune\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e A Taste for Scandal\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e Miss Mistletoe\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e More Than a Stranger\u003c\/i\u003e). Despite being an avid reader and closet writer her whole life, Ms. Knightley\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003edecided to pursue a sensible career in science. It was only after earning her BS and working in the field for years that she realized doing the sensible thing wasn’t any fun at all. Following her dreams, Erin left her practical side behind and now spends her days writing. Together with her tall, dark, and handsome husband and their three spoiled mutts, she is living her own Happily Ever After in North Carolina. | \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003ePraise\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAlso by Erin Knightley\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eTitle Page\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCopyright\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDedication\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAcknowledgments\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePrologue\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter One\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Two\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Three\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Four\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Five\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Six\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Seven\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Eight\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Nine\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Ten\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Eleven\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twelve\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Thirteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Fourteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Fifteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Sixteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Seventeen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Eighteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Nineteen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-one\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-two\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-three\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-four\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-five\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter Twenty-six\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEpilogue\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eExcerpt from\u003c\/i\u003e The Baron Next Door\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAbout the Author\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePrologue\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere she was.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStanding by the alcove, alone and searching the crowd. The filmy white fabric of her gown looked cloudlike against the blue velvet drapes behind her. She was beautiful, but that wasn’t what made Gavin Stark, Viscount Derington’s stomach drop at the sight of her. No, it was the fact that it was \u003ci\u003eher\u003c\/i\u003e, Felicity, the girl he knew better than any person in the world. More to the point, it was what he had come to say to her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe’d seen her skinned knees, heard her laugh so hard she’d actually snorted, and comforted her as her tears had soaked through his best shirt following her mother’s funeral. He’d seen her tired, angry, stubborn, and even frazzled, but she’d never been anything but beautiful to him. As far as she was concerned, they’d been the best of friends since they were children.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd as far as Dering was concerned, he’d been desperately in love with her since they were fifteen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt had been five long years since he’d fallen for her, and yet, in all that time, he had never once been able to bring himself to say anything. How could he, when he knew that the moment he did, everything would change between them? No more easy, lighthearted afternoons beside the river. No more stolen conversations in the folly, or teasing debates about the merits of stowing away on a ship to the Caribbean when the first blanket of snow covered the Somerset landscape.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDering—the nickname his friends had given him at school, which Felicity refused to use—knew that the moment he declared himself, everything would be different. It was a prospect that had scared the hell out of him, but time was of the essence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis stomach rolled with a wave of nerves at the thought. Biting hard on the inside of his cheek, he straightened his shoulders. It was now or never. Her coming-out had been postponed first by her mother’s illness, then by her mother’s death, but in a few short months, she would be off to London to make her debut.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis, his break over Christmas between the Michaelmas and Lent terms, was the last time he would see her before she left. God knew the moment the \u003ci\u003eton\u003c\/i\u003e got a hold of her, his chances would be destroyed. She’d be a diamond of the first water, an Incomparable for certain.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat was the overly tall heir to an earldom when there were dozens of rakish noblemen to be had? He couldn’t take the chance. Further, he simply couldn’t wait anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFive years was long enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat thought finally pulled him from his invisible moorings and propelled him forward in her direction. He used his height and breadth to his advantage, gently but firmly bullying his way through the crush. He knew every last one of them there—his father entertained constantly and had instilled the importance of socializing in all his sons—but at that moment, none of the other guests meant a damn to him. There was exactly one person he wanted to see, and she had just noticed him coming toward her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity’s lips spread into one of her adorable, overwide grins that made her entire countenance come to life. “Gavin,” she exclaimed, wrapping her gloved hands around his and giving a tight squeeze. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis mind instantly went blank as he leaned into her touch. Her fingers fit so well in his hands. Struggling to understand her meaning, he said, “Did I forget a meeting?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShaking her head, she pulled him the slightest bit closer so she could whisper by his ear. “No, but waiting for your return has been torture. Meet me in the library in five minutes?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDear God. In all of the scenarios he had dreamed up on how he could sweep her from her feet, he’d never imagined she might be the one to do the initiating. His Adam’s apple bobbed against his suddenly tight cravat as he swallowed and nodded. “I’ll see you then.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer smile was swift and glorious, making his heart hammer in his chest. “Excellent. I think I shall go nonchalantly take a turn about the room.” With a wink, she released his hands and slipped away, leaving him to stare after her and reflect that this might very well have been  the greatest day of his entire twenty years on this planet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSucking in a deep breath, he set off to find a footman, or more specifically, a glass of champagne. No, make that \u003ci\u003etwo\u003c\/i\u003e glasses of champagne. If his dream was about to come true, he damn well wanted to celebrate with the woman he loved.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePrecisely three minutes later, he was pacing the marble tiles of his father’s prized library, his heart thundering with anticipation. In a few short minutes, Felicity would arrive. After all these years of wanting her so badly, but knowing he couldn’t say a word for fear of risking their friendship, it was impossible to believe that the waiting would be over. The not knowing would be over. The moment was finally here for him to show her the man he had become, declare himself, and allow the pieces to fall where they might.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHopefully, right into his waiting arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe door squeaked open. He turned just as she slipped inside, her cheeks pink and her eyes fairly glowing. Drawing a steadying breath—which failed utterly to calm his nerves—he set the drinks down on the nearest table and held his hand out to her. “There you are.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Here I am,” she responded with a grin. She hurried to his side and slipped her hands right back into his. He wished that the soft fabric of her gloves weren’t there, so he could feel the heat of her skin against his, but that would come soon enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis mouth practically went dry at the thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ve missed you,” he exclaimed, not willing to hide the truth even a moment longer. It had been almost four months since he had seen her—far too long.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And I you. Desperately,” she added, tightening her grip on his hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDesperately. \u003c\/i\u003eHe nearly closed his eyes against the pleasure the word evoked. Could it possibly be that she felt the same way about him as he did about her? \u003ci\u003eDesperate\u003c\/i\u003e was exactly the word to describe the way he had felt these last few months, waiting to see her again. “Lissy,” he started to say, but his voice cracked on the second syllable. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Lissy, so much has changed of late.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe seemed to be humming with just as much energy as he was. She nodded, her pale locks swaying with the motion. “Yes, I know. \u003ci\u003eEverything\u003c\/i\u003e has changed. And there is no one with whom I can speak of it but you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYes! He had been going mad, not being able to talk to anyone about his intentions. His school friends would have mocked him for actually wanting to marry, let alone for falling in love. His chest tightened as he reached into his pocket, where he had stashed the betrothal ring he had commissioned. As heir to the earldom, there were literally dozens of jewels he could have chosen from, but he hadn’t wanted them. No old family heirlooms for his Felicity; he wanted her to have something created just for her. Opal, surrounded by a cluster of diamonds to represent the moon and stars that he knew she loved so much.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe gold was warm to the touch as his fingers grazed the delicate curve. “I—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No, please, I can’t wait another second.” She bit her lip, looking as though she would burst if she didn’t say whatever was within her. “Gavin, I’m in love!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis ears roared with the surge of exhilaration that washed through him. They were the sweetest words he had ever heard. “Me, too,” he rushed to say, relief and elation assailing him in equal parts. All this time, he had been so afraid she wouldn’t return his regard, and here they were, declaring their love for one another. It was like a dream, even better than he had imagined in his very best scenarios.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer eyes went huge, rounding to the size of twin guineas even as she laughed with delight. “You are? With whom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDering froze like a rabbit in a snare. \u003ci\u003eWith whom?\u003c\/i\u003e The words reverberated through his brain like a ricocheting bullet. If she didn’t think it was her, then that could only mean . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe was in love with someone else.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis fingertips went numb as he stared back at her, thunderstruck. “You first,” he said, only barely able to push the words past his lips.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe sighed gustily, her eyes briefly fluttering closed. “Oh, Gavin, he’s wonderful. He’s kind and handsome and smart, and I haven’t told a soul yet, but we’re getting married!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe room dimmed from Dering’s vision, fading to gray as he focused on her beautiful, beloved lips and the unbelievable words they had just delivered. “Married?” he whispered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe nodded, her light brown eyes glittering in the room’s dim candlelight. “He spoke to my father last night, and the announcement is to be made just as soon as the contracts are signed. I’m so happy, Gavin, I could burst.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs she wrapped her arms around him in an impromptu hug, her scent enveloped him, that soft hint of gardenia that had taunted his dreams for years, and he breathed it in even as the shock numbed his thoughts.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe was getting married. She’d soon belong to another man, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. If she was being forced, that would be one thing, but she had uttered the one phrase that could keep him from declaring himself, consequences be damned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe was in love. Felicity was in love, and it wasn’t with him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe had missed his chance after all.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eChapter One\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eTen years later\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m \u003ci\u003eso\u003c\/i\u003e glad you’ve decided to join us.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity Danby turned and smiled to her brother-in-law’s wife, Charity, as she came to join Felicity at the front window. The servants were busy loading the last of the trunks onto the carriage, which meant they were right on time for a noon departure, less than three hours hence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“As am I,” she said, directing her gaze back to the courtyard. It was more or less the truth. She was nervous and a tad anxious to be returning to Bath for the first time in years, but she felt confident in her decision to do so. A year and a half was quite long enough for her self-imposed isolation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlthough perhaps \u003ci\u003eisolation\u003c\/i\u003e wasn’t quite the right word. She readily socialized with the villagers in their tiny little corner of England, which was about as southwest as one could go in this country without hitting water. But she hadn’t yet been able to make herself travel north to visit the many friends and family who lived in Somerset. She just hadn’t been ready.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity shook her head and sent a wry look to Charity. “Frankly, I’m surprised you were able to adjust to my rather last-minute whim. I hope Hugh truly won’t mind having two more females in his midst.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBetween Charity, Charity’s grandmother Lady Effington, Felicity, and Felicity’s daughter, Isabella, the poor baron would be quite outnumbered—just as he was every day here in Cadgwith. He was a good sport about it, but this was to be a holiday for them. It was the anniversary of when they first met, after all.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd it truly had been a last-minute decision on Felicity’s part. Charity and Hugh had been asking her for months to join them for the second annual Summer Serenade in Somerset music festival, and she had steadfastly declined until, out of the blue, she had changed her mind yesterday.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe idea of traveling to her hometown for the first time since her life had crashed down around her ears last year was intimidating. Here, everyone knew what had happened and the awkward expressions of sorrow and condolences were well behind them. Though she had proudly gone by Lady Cadgwith when she was married, the villagers all knew to call her Lady Felicity now. Bless her father for being an earl, because she vastly preferred her original honorific to the Dowager Lady Cadgwith distinction.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGhastly term, that. \u003ci\u003eDowager\u003c\/i\u003e brought to mind gray hair and squinting eyes and many well-earned wrinkles. No one under the age of sixty should have to use it, let alone under thirty.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd yet, here she was.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCharity, oblivious to Felicity’s train of thought, shook her head decisively. “Of course he doesn’t mind. You know he adores having you and Bella around.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA genuine smile came to Felicity’s lips. She held true affection for her husband’s younger brother, and she knew the sentiment was mutual. They had helped each other through dark times, as best they could, anyhow, and she loved him every bit as much as one of her own brothers.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen he had married Charity, Felicity had offered to move out, but Hugh wouldn’t hear of it. Now she was so lucky to have a father figure for Bella, a dear friend in Charity, and a surrogate grandmother in Lady Effington.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Besides,” Charity added, sending her a mischievous grin, “we were operating on the assumption that you would eventually change your mind, so no plans needed to be altered.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity laughed out loud at that. A bit cheeky on their part. “I’m not sure whether I should be flattered that you know me so well or insulted that apparently you think I’m flighty.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Flattered, definitely,” Charity said with a wink.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA movement from the drive caught their attention, and in unison they leaned to the right to see who was coming. Mild surprise lifted Felicity’s eyebrows as she recognized the vicar’s wagon.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well,” Charity said, shooting her a knowing look, “it appears your presence may well be missed.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePerhaps she was right. Felicity certainly hadn’t expected Mr. Anthorp to respond to her note this morning in person. They’d spent enough time together of late—doing charity work, sharing walks, organizing the Flora Day feast—that they’d developed a rather nice friendship, and she wanted to let him know that she would be gone and to wish him a happy summer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSmoothing a hand down the lavender-colored muslin of her skirts, she headed for the front door. The air was warm and breezy, perfumed with the ever-present salty smell of the sea. She lifted her hand in greeting as he came to a stop and secured the reins before hopping down. Though he wore a sensible straw hat, the sun glinted off the silver strands liberally peppering the fine brown hair at his temples.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe corners of his eyes crinkled behind the round lenses of his spectacles as he smiled at her. “Good morning, Lady Felicity. It seems that you are to have an adventure.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That may be too strong a word, I think,” she said with a wry smile. “I simply came to the conclusion that it was past time to visit my hometown.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe nodded, a bit of somberness softening his countenance. “I am very glad to hear it. They will be happy to see you, no doubt.” His smile was gentle, encouraging.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe knew exactly why she hadn’t gone home since Ian’s death. As a widower himself, he understood better than anyone the pain of facing those who knew a person before a great tragedy. Those people expected the person one used to be, not the person one was now. Felicity could barely remember the carefree, happy girl she had once been. It was a lifetime ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Let us hope so,” she said, only half joking. “You needn’t have come to see me off, however. I know how busy you are on Saturdays.” He always liked to study at home the day before his sermons.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe glanced around at the courtyard before offering her his elbow. “Why don’t we step away from the bustling servants for a moment?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe readily accepted, and he led her through the gates toward the rose garden overlooking the sea. From this vantage point, she could see Hugh cutting through the waves on his last morning swim before their departure. Seagulls cried noisily as they circled the sky above him, clearly unhappy at his presence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe vicar cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to him. “Though I’m certain this trip will be a joyful one, I realize, from experience, that it may not be without its trials.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small leather-bound book. “I hope that this can bring you some measure of peace while you are there.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe gold leaf letters easily stood out on the black cover, spelling out the book’s title: \u003ci\u003eHoly Bible.\u003c\/i\u003e A fitting gift, coming from a clergyman. Accepting the book, she smiled. “Thank you for such a thoughtful present. I’m sure it will be very comforting.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I certainly hope so. It’s a good size for traveling, so I thought it might come in handy for you should you find yourself overwhelmed during your sojourn.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe truly was one of the most thoughtful men she knew. “I probably shouldn’t accept this, but I will, with much gratitude for your kindness.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA soft but sincere smile settled on his lips as he met her gaze. “You are quite special to me, Lady Felicity. I hope you know that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe was coming to see that. She swallowed, not entirely sure how she felt about hearing of his affection for her. It was nice, spending time with him. He was fifteen years her senior, which, combined with his profession, lent him an air of wisdom and tranquility. After the turmoil of the last year and a half, she appreciated those traits more than ever. He filled that need in her to have a stable, calming presence in her life.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLooking down to the book in her hands, she gave a single nod. “Thank you, Mr. Anthorp. I value our friendship as well.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey talked a few minutes longer about the coming journey before he finally steered her back toward the house. Patting her hand affectionately, he said, “I look forward to your return already, but in the meantime, I bid you safe travels and a very happy reunion with your family.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn short order, he was back in his wagon, heading home, with Felicity waving after him. Charity walked outside, attempting to look nonchalant but failing completely. After offering her own wave to the vicar’s retreating form, she said, “So will you miss him?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do you know? I think I will,” Felicity replied, surprised to realize it was true.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut it was only for two months. By summer’s end, she would be back here where she belonged, breathing in the salty air and listening to the crashing waves that she loved so much, as well as sharing walks and quiet conversation with Mr. Anthorp. Bath might have been her hometown, and she was indeed looking forward to the visit, but Cadgwith was and would always be her true home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And who is it that you are most looking forward to seeing once we get there? I met several of your cousins already, and they seem like lovely people.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity considered the question as they turned and headed back into the house. Thoughts of her childhood and adolescence in their sunny estate just outside of Bath drifted thought her mind, and there was one person in particular who stood out the most. “Gavin,” she said, a broad smile coming to her lips. The very thought lifted her heart, soothing some of the anxiety that had gathered there.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Gavin? Oh! Do you mean Lord Derington?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelicity nodded. She was the only one who called him by his Christian name. His schoolmates had nicknamed him Dering his very first year at Eton—a play on his daring manner as much as his courtesy title—but she’d always preferred the name she had called him since they were children.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt had been so many years since she’d seen him, but he was such a part of her memories from there, she could hardly think of her childhood without thinking of him. It had started out with her eldest brother Percy and him playing together—the heirs to two distinguished earldoms—but Percy never had been one to have much interest in others. What had started out with Felicity tagging along had turned into true friendship before long.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Though we have written on occasion, I haven’t seen him in almost a decade—dreadful timing with my visits and his time at his other estates—and I can hardly wait to do so.” It was amazing it hadn’t occurred to her before. With her old friend there, at least she would have one true ally.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well, then,” Charity said, putting her hands to her hips, “it’s a good thing that his is the first soiree we are set to attend. You can start the festival off right.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA relieved smile came to Felicity’s lips at this fortuitous bit of news. Thank goodness. Having another friend in her corner who could bypass all the awkwardness she feared awaited her would be wonderful. As the worry faded, something else seeped in to take its place: excitement.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Indeed,” she replied, clasping the vicar’s gift to her chest. With the help of her friends both old and new, perhaps this would turn out to be an enjoyable trip after all.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e•   •   •\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSetting his hands to his hips, Dering surveyed the scene before him, pleased that all of it had come together so well. His townhouse wasn’t overly large, but enough people were packed into his drawing and music rooms to put one in mind of a proper London party, right here in Bath. Merely thirty or forty of his closest friends, of course.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe lighting was low, ostensibly in deference to the warmth of the June evening, but in truth to subtly encourage his guests to be a little daring tonight. What was the fun of summer if one couldn’t relax the rules a bit?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Quite the crush, it would seem,” Theresa, Lady Kingsley, declared as she strolled over to him. Every last one of her generous curves were on full display tonight in a shimmering silver gown that was impossible not to notice.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe smiled and lifted his glass. “On the eve of the festival’s opening, we must properly celebrate. Where is your champagne, anyway?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer laugh was soft and throaty, as seductive as a siren. “I’ve already had two glasses. You’re not trying to get me foxed so you may have your way with me, are you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe offered her a wry smile. “I’m much too keen on self-preservation to try, Theresa.” Her husband might have been as old as the pyramids and as lecherous as Lucifer, but Dering wasn’t about to take chances with a married woman. Besides the obvious complications, he held too much stock in honor to dabble in such a thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe looked him up and down, taking her time as her gaze lingered on his chest. “A man of your impressive size and strength has little to worry about.” Even as she said the teasing words, it was clear that she wasn’t really serious. They had played this game for years, and it was exactly that: a game.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSmiling, he shook his head. “I do hope you’ll save a dance for me tomorrow at the opening ball.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Mmm, perhaps. \u003ci\u003eIf \u003c\/i\u003eyou are very fortunate.” With a wink, she sauntered off toward the desserts, clearly aware that he would be watching her go.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe chuckled lightly. He lived for nights like this. Nights where he could flirt harmlessly with worldly women, laugh with friends, and immerse himself in the energy of the gathering. Silence was not his friend. Idleness drove him mad, and peaceful settings made him shifty. He thrived in the noise and movement and bustle of a roomful or even city full of people.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBetter to be with others than alone with his thoughts.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMarcus Trough, a friend and frequent rival at the card tables, paused at Dering’s side, sliding a knowing grin his way before directing his famous blue gaze back to Theresa. “Good to see Lady Kingsley looking so well.” He was in full rakehell form tonight, with his brown hair dipping across his forehead in the way he was convinced women loved and his jacket cut so close to his form, Dering suspected he could have seen the impression of the man’s navel, were he so inclined to look.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“As always,” Dering replied easily. “Glad you could make it out, old man. I didn’t think a music festival would be quite your cup of tea. Or whiskey, I should say.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“After the buzz about it last year? Had to see for myself what it was about this place that could convince Radcliffe and Evansleigh to succumb to marriage in the space of a month.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDering snorted. “It was something to behold, I’ll say that much. My mother was deuced disappointed that a similar fate didn’t befall me. Getting old, to hear her tell it. Me, not her.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTrough laughed, shaking his head. “It’s a wonder we can still chew our food, if our mothers are to be believed. Old girl told me just last week that if I waited much longer, she feared she may not live to see her first grandchild. She’s not yet fifty, mind you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChuckling, Dering patted his friend on the shoulder. “To our mothers,” he said, lifting his drink and tossing back the rest of it. Trough did likewise, and with a salute, set off into the crowd, no doubt in search of a proper prospect to woo. Or perhaps it was an \u003ci\u003eim\u003c\/i\u003eproper prospect he sought. The man thrived on female company. Not that Dering blamed him. Truth be told, he himself was on the lookout for a good match this year. He was fast approaching his thirtieth birthday, and, though he’d never say as much to his meddling mother, it was past time for him to get on with the business of heir making.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis wasn’t the first time he had thought about taking the plunge. He’d briefly considered his longtime friend Charity Effington last year. Her loveliness, mild temper, and extraordinary talent in music had seemed a proper match for his tastes, but she’d gone and fallen in love with the baron. He was happy for her—for them both—but he had no interest in making a love match.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs long as he lived, he would never make himself so vulnerable again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs if summoned from his thoughts, Charity herself entered the room, her hand settled comfortably on the arm of her husband. Her dark copper hair was pulled back in a becoming chignon with soft curls framing her freckled face. Grinning broadly, he strode over to greet them. He hadn’t been certain they would make it in time, given the rainy weather they’d had this week, so he was thrilled to see them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs he raised a hand in welcome, his gaze shifted to the blond woman who stepped in just behind her. Almost before his brain realized who she was, Dering’s heart slammed to a stop, taking with it all the air in his lungs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eFelicity?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat on earth was she doing here, in his house? He hadn’t even known she was coming to the county, let alone to his home. Shock held him momentarily rooted to the ground, hand up and mouth half-open, before some sane, blessedly rational part of him pushed through, propelling him back into motion. Before he could get a true thought in his head, Charity spied him and broke out in a wide smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Dering,” she exclaimed, coming forward to greet him with both hands extended. “How wonderful to see you again.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt took every ounce of his willpower to focus on her and not the vision from his past that was just behind her. His mouth stretched into something he hoped looked like a smile as she clasped his hands and kissed his cheek. “And you,” he murmured, his voice seeming to come from somewhere outside his body. Having restarted, his heart was thumping nearly loud enough to be heard over the din of conversation around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHow could Felicity be here? 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