“I haven’t accepted Lord Hope’s proposal,” Beatrice said soothingly.
“But you will,” Reynaud said, crushing what little peace she might’ve gained.
“Don’t you threaten my niece!” Uncle Reggie shouted.
Reynaud’s lips thinned. “I don’t threaten; I merely state a fact.”
And they were off again. Really, she might not be in the room for all the attention they paid her. She was like an old bone for two dogs to fight over. Beatrice sighed and sipped her wine again, taking a surreptitious glance at Reynaud. He’d left her the night before, soon after their lovemaking, and she hadn’t seen him all day. He wore the white wig tonight and a dark wine-red coat that made his tanned skin and dark brows and eyes exotically elegant. The iron cross earring swung against his jaw as he tilted his head mockingly at her uncle. It made him look a bit like a pirate, she decided.
He caught her eye and winked. The rest of his face was impassive, and it was done so quickly that she almost thought she imagined it. Did he really want to marry her? The notion sent an odd shaft of warmth to her center.
Until Uncle Reggie said, “You only want to marry my niece to bolster your claim that you aren’t mad. It’s another scheme to steal my house and title!”
Well, that was certainly dampening. Beatrice stared fixedly at her wineglass. She would not weep before these two buffoons.
Reynaud’s upper lip curved in a sneer as he leaned toward her uncle. “It’s my house. How many times must I repeat it? The title, the house, the monies, and, yes, now Beatrice. They’re all mine. You hold them by the tips of your fingers, and they’re all sliding away from you, old man. That’s why you’re so angry.”
Beatrice cleared her throat. “I don’t know if either of you are aware, but I am sitting right here.”
Reynaud lifted an eyebrow at her, his black eyes glinting. “And would you care to join this conversation? Perhaps list one or two reasons a match between us is inevitable?”
How dare he? The threat was implicit that he’d inform Uncle Reggie that he’d bedded her if she balked at this proposal.
Beatrice lifted her chin, addressing her remarks to Uncle Reggie, although she still held Reynaud’s gaze. “I’m sure Lord Hope would be amenable to some sort of compensation for your stewardship of the earldom, Uncle.”
A corner of Reynaud’s mouth quirked as he mouthed, “Touché.”
But Uncle Reggie roared, “Be damned afore I accept help from this popinjay!”
Beatrice sighed. Gentlemen could be so extraordinarily pigheaded sometimes. “It wouldn’t be help, Uncle; it would be compensation for years of service to the title. Really, it’s only fitting.”
Reynaud leaned back in his chair, watching her speculatively. “Whatever makes you think I’d give anything to this usurper of my title?”
“Well, fitting or not, I’ll not accept it.” Uncle Reggie pushed back his chair with a thump. “I’ll leave you, Niece, to the company of this man you’ve chosen over me.”
And with that, he left the room.
Beatrice looked down at her plate, trying to conceal the hurt she’d felt at her uncle’s words.
“He’s an old fool,” Reynaud said softly.
“He’s my uncle,” Beatrice replied without looking up.
“And because of that, I should reward him for stealing my title?”
“No.” She finally inhaled and met his eyes. “You should gift him with a small remuneration, because it would be the right and honorable thing to do.”
“And if I don’t give a damn about honor?” he asked softly.
She watched him, lounging in his seat, his hand on the stem of his wineglass, idly twirling it. But she knew he was far from idle. He’d maneuvered her here to this spot, this confrontation as deftly as a chess master cornering his opponent’s queen. And why not? a small part of her whispered. If she was Reynaud’s wife, she would be in a much better position to urge him to vote for Mr. Wheaton’s bill.
And she could press for concessions before surrender.
Beatrice leaned back in her chair, mimicking his pose. “Then you might do it for me.”
“Might I?” he said. He contemplated her, as if weighing her worth against that of his pride.
“Yes,” she said firmly, “you might. You might also offer Uncle Reggie permanent residence here in this house should you regain your title.”