The Betting Season (A Regency Season Book) (41 page)

They rode up to the gates of Hyde Park, and Rowan led them onto the dirt path, which was quiet at this time of day. Still, Rowan nodded in greeting at the few who had ventured out on this chilly morning.

“
Do you know all these people?” Patience asked, smiling and nodding her own head towards an elderly man and his wife.

“
If not by name, at least by face.” His lazy smile turned his speech to a drawl. “You’ll learn in time, cousin, that this is a rather small community we’re a part of.”

“
But are we really a part of it? We’re in trade, after all.”

“
So long as you have money, you can infiltrate any group, no matter how exclusive they claim to be.”

“
Yes, but they can find ways to make you miserable in the meantime, can’t they?”

“
Haven’t you already infiltrated the
ton
? Your dearest friends from school are all daughters of the realm, aren’t they?”

“
Yes, but I can’t very well marry any of them, can I?”

Rowan smirked, and Patience had the distinct feeling that he was thinking of something entirely inappropriate, which would not have been out of the norm for him.

“
What does it matter? No one’s going to look twice at me, no matter who my friends are. That was made perfectly clear evening last. It’s one thing to have money, but it’s another to cause a scandal.”

“
Your step-mother isn’t so bad, Patience.” Rowan gave her a patronizing look that made her want to slap him.

“
My mother is barely cold in the ground—”

“
It’s been six months.”

“
Not for me.”

Silence fell between them. It was true her mother had been gone for six months, but Patience had only learned about it two months ago, when her father had arrived home from India with her new stepmother, who was pregnant at the time. It didn’t take a mathematician to realize her father had not been faithful to her mother whilst they were away.

“
Oh, look!” Patience’s friends were walking down the lane towards them and she welcomed the distraction. She didn’t really care to discuss her familial situation any further. “There are Moira and Pippa. Would you mind stopping?”

“
Of course not.” They both began to slow their mounts. “Not for Miss Casemore, at least.”

Patience shot him a warning glare, but her friends were upon them, so she’d have to save her verbal warning for later.

“
Oh, Patience,” Pippa said as she approached them, her green eyes glinting in the sunlight. “Where have you been? I didn’t see you at the ball last night…or did I?”

Patience stared at her friend, wondering why she’d be so confused about whether or not they’d seen one another or not. How odd. “I’m afraid it was quite a crush, wasn’t it?” she replied, hoping that would clear up her friend’s confusion. “I spotted you from across the room, but I couldn’t get anywhere near you. And then you were gone. Both of you,” she added, pointedly turning her attention to Moira.

Moira swept a wayward strand of auburn hair from her eyes and cast Pippa a quick but meaningful glance. Patience couldn’t help but feel left out. There was something going on. Something had happened last night, and she had to know about it. “Could I persuade you both to come for tea this afternoon?” she ventured. Tea at Findley Place would at least provide them with a little privacy.

“
We’d love to,” Pippa said. “Shall I send word to Georgie?”

“
Oh, please do. It will be lovely to all be together again.”

With that, they said their goodbyes, and then she and Rowan continued on their way. Patience didn’t really want to go back home, but at least now she had something to look forward to other than the shrill cries of her new baby sister.

That afternoon, two lovely young ladies appeared on Patience’s doorstep and brought a smile to her face that she simply could not erase. She loved her friends dearly—they’d shared several years at Broadmoor Academy together, and Patience rather thought those would probably be the best years she’d ever see.

Not that she wasn’t thrilled to embark on her adult life, though she knew she had a somewhat fanciful idea of what it would be. Her head kept telling her to stop dreaming so about love and romance and skipping through the fields with an adoring husband. After last night, she wasn’t sure she’d ever have any husband at all, be he adoring or otherwise.

“
Isn’t Georgie coming?” she asked as she led her friends through the grand marbled foyer to the back of the house where there existed a more private parlor than the front one, which was typically used for receiving guests. Her mother probably would have tsked at her for not maintaining formality, even with such close friends. Mother was nothing if not a stickler for propriety. Being a trade family, she’d always said it was important to be even more attentive to etiquette than anyone else. Certainly, she was rolling over in her grave at the latest familial developments.

“
I believe so,” Pippa replied as they took their seats around the small, round table. “Perhaps—”

Pippa was cut off as a blur of honey blonde hair burst into the room. Patience stood to greet Georgie, only to be nearly barreled down when she ran into her arms.

“
Goodness!” Patience exclaimed. “Glad to see you too, Georgie.”

“
I’ve just missed you all so,” she said, making her way around the table to hug their other friends.

Pippa smiled softly. “It is different now, isn’t it? Not being at school together, all the time.”

“
But we’re together now, aren’t we?” Patience began to pour the tea. “Now, will someone please tell me what happened last night?”

“
Are you certain you want to know?” Pippa asked. “It isn’t at all pleasant.”

Patience looked to Pippa, then Moira. They stared back at her with rather pained expressions. “Well, what is it?”

“
Yes, please,” Georgie put in. “I must hear everything. Goodness, I’ll never forgive Mother for forcing me to go to the Sutherland ball rather than the Heathfield’s.”

“
Somehow,” Pippa began, “Moira and I ended up with our names in White’s betting book.”

Patience’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened, but she couldn’t seem to find any words. Not for a few moments anyhow, but eventually, she had to ask the question: “How?”

Pippa sagged forward. “I wish I could remember what I did last night, or perhaps I don’t want to. All I know is that some dastardly earl claimed he could bed me before the Season ends and those terrible words are now scrawled in that awful book.” Then she tilted her head towards Moira. “And
she
was overheard saying something to her sister-in-law about compromising a gentleman.”

“
And I plan to use it to my advantage.” Moira accepted the cup of tea that Patience handed over to her, seeming quite indifferent to her precarious position.

“
How so?” Georgie wondered as Pippa heaved a beleaguered sigh.

“
To help me find a laird, of course. A nice Scottish lord, who will take me far away from here and my mother.”

The wail of Patience’s baby half-sister sounded from outside. That meant Rangana was nearby. All four heads swiveled to the door as the handle turned and then opened to reveal Patience’s stepmother and baby Mabel.

“
Oh, I am very sorry to disturb you, Miss Patience,” Rangana said in her thick, Bombay accent. “I was looking for a quiet place to feed Mabel.”

Patience could feel her cheeks heating with embarrassment. How could she speak of such things in front of people she didn’t even know?

“
That’s all right, Rangana.” Patience rose and crossed the room in an effort to usher her stepmother out into the corridor before she had the chance to speak again. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite quick enough.

“
Are these your friends from school?” Rangana slipped around Patience and moved into the room. “I am Rangana,” she said, smiling widely.

Reluctantly, Patience began the introductions. “Yes, we all went to Broadmoor Academy together. This is Lady Moira, Lady Philipa and Lady Georgianna.”

“
A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Findley,” Pippa said, and the others echoed.

“
Well, then!” Patience took her stepmother by the shoulders and started to walk her back toward the door just as Mabel started to fuss again. “I bet Mabel must be starving. You’ll find the library is quiet at this time of day, though I suspect you’d be better served doing…
that…
in your own chambers.”

“
I will take that into consideration,” Rangana replied with a smile. “Good day, ladies.”

Patience didn’t even wait for the girls to respond. She simply shut the door behind Rangana and returned to her seat.

With an exasperated sigh, she began pouring tea again and then took a piece of cake for herself. After a few moments, she realized no one had said a word since Rangana had left, and when she looked up, she found all three of her friends staring at her.

“
What?” she asked, and then shook her head. “Never mind. I know what you’re going to say. But there’s nothing I can do about her.”

“
Patience,” Moira said, her tone softer than usual. “We know you miss your mother, and what happened was, well…just horrific, really. But it’s not Rangana’s fault.”

Patience blinked at her friend, more than just slightly taken aback. “What are you saying?”

“
She’s saying,” Pippa interrupted, “that you should perhaps give Rangana a chance.”

“
A chance to what?” Patience didn’t like where this was going. They wanted her to make a friend of Rangana—to accept her as a mother. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Ever.

“
To be your friend, perhaps?” Georgie added sheepishly.

“
You’ve all lost your minds. You know what’s happened, and you expect me to just
accept
her?”

“
Perhaps we should talk about something else,” Pippa said.

“
What a novel idea.” Moira raised her teacup to her lips.

Silence fell over them, and Patience knew no one was going to speak until she did. “So what, if anything, do you two plan to do about your appearances in the betting books?” she finally asked.

Pippa shrugged. “I plan to stay as far away from that awful St. Austell as I can.”

“
And
I
plan to bag a Scot,” Moira said, at which point they all burst into giggles.

And at which point Patience began to formulate a plan. If Moira was going to use the bet to her advantage, why couldn’t Patience do the same? Based on last night’s ball she wasn’t going to get male attention any other way. Perhaps forging her own destiny was the only way she’d ever get out of her father’s house.