Darian Hunter: Duke of Desire. Carole Mortimer
had the pleasure.’ Sutherland sighed his obvious disappointment.
‘Unfortunately not.’ Rotherham looked equally as wistful.
Darian found himself breathing a little easier at knowing that two of his friends, at least, had never been one of Mariah Beecham’s lovers. Even if rumour suggested that plenty of other gentlemen had!
‘I suppose there is always the possibility the countess was not actually at home when you called this morning?’ Sutherland quirked a brow. ‘You did say she was rather pally with Maystone yesterday evening, so perhaps she went home with him? Just a thought.’ He shrugged dismissively as Darian’s scowl deepened.
‘The idea did occur to me.’ Of course it had occurred to him that Mariah might have spent the night elsewhere than her London home.
Until he had remembered that Mariah had accompanied her young daughter to the Stockton ball and so was hardly likely to have abandoned that young lady in favour of going home with a lover.
Of course Mariah could have gone out again once she had returned Lady Christina to Carlisle House.
He shifted restlessly, aware that he was taking far too much of an interest in front of his two friends, who along with himself were the last of the bachelor Dangerous Dukes, in what Mariah Beecham did or did not do.
‘Do you have hopes in that direction yourself?’ Sutherland now arched a curious brow.
Did he?
Darian had been unable to sleep last night for thinking of Mariah, of holding her in his arms and kissing her.
Of his desire for her!
A desire he had neither sought nor wanted.
Because every objection he had given Anthony for his brother to bring an end to his involvement with Mariah Beecham—apart from the difference in their ages—also applied to Darian himself. An association, any association on his part with the notorious Mariah Beecham, was unacceptable.
A realisation that seemed not to make a bit of difference to the desire Darian felt for her and that had so disturbed his sleep the night before.
Oh, it was perfectly acceptable for Darian to take a mistress if he so chose, even if he had never chosen to do so before now. But Mariah Beecham, a woman whose private life was gossiped and speculated about constantly, was not suitable even for that role in the public or private life of the Duke of Wolfingham.
His continuing work for the Crown had caused Darian to long ago make a conscious decision not to bring any unnecessary attention to his private life. And any liaison with Mariah Beecham would necessarily become public and ultimately throw him front and centre of the same gossip that always surrounded her. Gossip Darian wished to avoid, even if Mariah had been willing to enter into such a relationship with him.
Which Darian had every reason to believe, to know—more so than ever, after his clarifying conversation with Anthony the night before—she was not!
So Darian had told himself again and again, as he lay in his bed unable to sleep the previous night.
Today, with the disappointment of not being able to see and speak with Mariah this morning, as he had fully intended that he would, he was not so sure on the matter.
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