To Win A Wallflower. Liz Tyner

she asked.

      ‘You are said to be one of the beautiful Carson sisters. He said I would fall slavering at your feet. I was curious. That’s all.’

      Her stomach gave the oddest flutter when Barrett mentioned falling slavering at her feet.

      ‘And the physician has kept you informed of my father’s business dealings?’

      ‘Not particularly. Not considerably. Your father has kept me informed. He talks when he’s nervous.’

      She ignored his words and instead focused on her purpose. ‘I want you to help me learn to defend myself. In case it’s needed.’ And it might be once she left home. She wouldn’t be living in a large house with servants.

      His eyes shut. ‘Practise your punching. Learn to scream out and shout No! If in doubt, bring a knee to the private parts. Goodnight.’

      She didn’t move. She’d knocked on his door in the early morning. He should appreciate what an effort it had taken.

      ‘That was a mannered way of telling you to go away.’ He lay back down, rolled away from her and pulled the covers over his shoulders.

      * * *

      Barrett could feel her eyes on his back. He should never have spoken with her. Never have convinced his brother to arrange a meeting—wager or no. The damn little innocent was standing in his room in the middle of the night. And he was naked and the bed was warm and big and cosy. Way too comfortable for one. A perfect bed.

      But not for him and this naive miss. She was little more than a pretty piece of pottery. Much too young. Younger than he’d been at birth. She was too naive for her own good. And she wasn’t doing him any favours.

      ‘I...I would prefer to hit you.’ Her voice moved like music along the air. ‘Hitting a pillow alone is not as intimidating. It doesn’t have eyes.’

      ‘Hire a footman.’ If he rolled towards her, he would not be able to go back to sleep. Well, that didn’t matter. He was unlikely to fall back asleep this night.

      ‘My parents would never let me punch a footman.’ She sounded shocked.

      Heaven save him from an artless miss shocked at the thought of hitting a footman.

      ‘Go away.’ He put force into the words. No man would dare ignore such a command.

      ‘I don’t think it’s polite to keep your back to me as you talk.’

      Much better than telling you to get the hell out of my room. A thread of civility remained in him. ‘Said the woman holding a lamp near the man’s bed.’

      ‘I’m across the room and you wouldn’t answer the door.’

      He slung his body into a sitting position, using both hands to comb back the hair that had moved to cover his face. ‘Because knocks in the middle of the night never bring peace.’ He bit out the words.

      Now she flattened her back against the wood, but her feet remained still.

      ‘Reach down. A little to the left. Open the latch. And go to your room and practise hitting the pillow. I will speak with your father about sending a maid to you so you can practise dodging punches.

      ‘Oh, that would never do. If you make him think I am in any kind of danger, he will have me sleeping in my mother’s room the rest of my life.’ She took in a quavering breath. ‘I would have thought you would want me to be safe. After what you said about shouts in the night not waking anyone...and then we have the physician in our house.’

      ‘You have no need to worry about the physician,’ he grumbled. ‘The man has a strict code of honour. He only lies on weekdays and is careful not to speak on Sunday.’

      ‘How do you know him?’ she asked.

      He shook his head, causing his hair to move over his vision. ‘Everyone knows Gavin.’

      ‘Well, that doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy.’

      ‘He’s a whole damn lot more trustworthy than I am.’

      He threw back the covers and she dived for the doorknob. She scurried.

      ‘Portrait gallery.’ He bit out the words before the door shut.

      He would teach the wench to fight. And he was not in the mood to take pity on her. A woman who woke a man in the middle of the night needed to learn that was the number one thing not to do for safety.

      He stopped. And a man who woke in the middle of the night should not be following along after a chaste woman like a puppy on a string. He was going to need that knee in the bollocks.