The Sweetest Love (Sons of Worthington Series) (7 page)

Tristan bunched his hands at his side. It wasn’t his place to have them dismissed from the group, but he would inform his mother of the debutante’s behavior and push his parent to have those women leave. Today, if he had his way.

He turned toward Diana as she neared. She smiled sweetly at him, and his heart melted. “Miss Baldwin, I’m so happy to see you this morning.”

“My lord, you literally took the words right out of my mouth.”

“I was hoping that you and your mother were going to ride with us.”

“Well, I’m going to ride, but my mother is not a rider, so she’ll not be joining us.”

By this time, the older woman had caught up to her daughter. She curtsied to Tristan. “My lord, it makes my heart happy to see you.”

“As does mine.”
He bowed. “Your daughter tells me you are not going riding?”

“No. I have never liked the sport, I fear, and I would only slow the riding party down if I went.”

“Then you must allow me to watch over your daughter in your absence. I’ll make certain no harm comes to her.”

Diana’s face brightened, but she didn’t say anything. Her gaze switched from Tristan to her mother as if she eagerly awaited her parent’s answer.

“Oh, but of course, Lord Tristan.
It would be an honor to have you do this for me.”

“It’s my privilege, Baroness.”

The snort of a horse pulled Tristan away from the women as the stable boy brought over the duchess’s mare. Tristan took the reins from the servant then turned back to Diana. “I hope you don’t mind, but I would like you to ride this one.”

Diana’s eyes widened as she gazed over the animal. Slowly, she walked to the mare and ran her hand down the mane.
“Oh, Lord Tristan.
I couldn’t possibly… This is a fine animal, indeed, but I fear the owner would not allow me on her.”

He chuckled. “The owner is my mother, and I assure you, my mother will let you ride her.” He put forth his hand. “May I assist you?”

Her cheeks darkened with color as she slipped her black-gloved hand into his. He pulled her around to the side of the animal before releasing her hand to grasp her waist. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and as he lifted her, she kept her sparkling eyes locked with his.

Heavens she was lovely!

Once she was settled on the animal, he moved back to his own horse. Her gaze had stayed on him the whole time. Once he mounted, he gave Diana a wink. “Are you ready?”

She gripped the reins. “Any time you are.”

Without asking the other guests if they were ready, he urged his horse forward with Diana beside him. After a few minutes, he realized the group had followed. He just prayed that they wouldn’t depend on him for conversation since he would be too busy trying to get to know Miss Baldwin a little better.

His mother’s country estate covered many miles of God’s beautiful land, but Tristan couldn’t keep his eyes off the beauty next to him long enough to enjoy the scenery. They’d been galloping for a little while, so he slowed his horse to a trot, as did Diana.

“So, Miss Baldwin,” he said, breaking the silence between them. “Where are you from?”

She smiled. “I’m from the Bristol area.”

“Is that where you were born and raised?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I have an older brother—Stephen. But I have no sisters.”

“Tell me, have you been to many of these weekend parties?
Or any other of society’s functions?”

She nodded. “I have attended a few, my lord. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just surprised I haven’t seen you before now. I have been back from visiting relatives in Scotland for three months now, but I don’t believe I have seen you before.”

“I know I haven’t laid eyes on you before last night, either.”

“I suppose our paths were not destined to cross until at my mother’s party.”

More color highlighted her cheeks. “You are probably right.”

“Probably?”
He laughed. “There is no
probably
about it, Miss Baldwin. I don’t know if you realized this last night, but the stars were aligned perfectly, which is why we met. Why else did God send an angel to me?”

Her face turned a brilliant red. She glanced around them quickly. He did as well, forgetting that other people might overhear them. Thankfully, nobody was close enough to hear their conversation.

“Oh, Lord Tristan, you speak of such romantic notions, and I fear I am not the angel you think I am.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” He winked.

Just then, a few more guests rode closer to them. Diana cleared her throat and straightened a little more in the side-saddle.

“Lord Tristan, you had mentioned earlier that you were visiting relatives in Scotland.”

“Indeed, I had.”

“Where in Scotland?”

“The Lowlands—Edinburgh.”

“Oh how lovely.” She beamed. “You must tell me about your visit. I haven’t been to that part of Scotland since I was a girl visiting my paternal grandfather.”

As he told her about the areas he’d visited, and what new places had been built, her eyes danced with excitement. Once again, he’d forgotten about the rest of the riding party, and focused on Diana. He loved the way her face lit up and the musical tone of her laughter. He loved how her green eyes sparkled one moment before a dreamy expression covered her face, making him want to sigh with happiness.

She listened intently to his story and he felt like what he said was the most important thing in the world. When he was finished, she told him about her visits to Scotland, and as he stared into her exuberant face, he realized he could literally become lost in her eyes.
Become?
He was already there!

It took him a few seconds to realize she had stopped talking and was peering toward a brook. He switched his attention that way and noticed the other guests of the party had stopped their horses and visited near the water.

“Would you like to join them?” he asked.

“Indeed, I would. The water looks so peaceful over there.”

Just as he and Diana reached the spot, he quickly pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted. After tying the animal to a nearby tree, he hurried over to help Diana down. As he lifted her off the horse, she held onto his shoulders and her body brushed scandalously close to his. A blush covered her face mere seconds before she pulled out of his arms.

Before he could think of anything to say, his name was called from behind him. Inwardly, he groaned. He knew that voice…the shriek of her tone…and especially the way his gut clenched. Lady Jane had come to bother him once again.

Was it too much to ask for her to forget about him? He feared if she intruded upon his and Diana’s conversation, he might not be so nice to Jane and her friends. Silently, he prayed that he’d be able to keep a civil tongue.

Chapter Five

Diana froze. Why had she forgotten about those three women? So far this morning, Diana’s day had been a dream-come-true. Yet now Jane and her friends were here to turn the morning into a nightmare. Even the irritated look in Tristan’s eyes let her know he wasn’t too happy about who would be meddling in their conversation.

“Lord Tristan,” Lady Jane began sweetly. “I’m very glad that you stopped to visit with us. This has been the perfect morning for a ride, don’t you agree?”

“Indeed, Lady Hastings.” Tristan glanced at Diana. “The scenery could not be more perfect.”

Heat climbed up Diana’s face. All morning long his words had charmed her completely, but now that they were with mixed company, she didn’t quite know how to act to his compliments.

Jane gave a forced laugh. “Yes, the scenery is most becoming.” She turned her head toward Diana. “And Miss Baldwin, I’m quite surprised at you.”

Panic started building in Diana’s chest. “You are?”

“Of course, and I’m a little put out with you as well.” She pouted and glanced at Tristan. “You have taken all of Lord Tristan’s attention and you’re not sharing him with the other guests.”

Diana licked her suddenly dry lips, not quite knowing how to reply to that. “Well, I—”

“Indeed, you have put a spell on this Worthington brother and he has not found the time to visit with anyone else at the party.” Lady Margaret lifted her chin arrogantly.

“Forgive me, I hadn’t realized—”

“There is nothing to forgive,” Tristan quickly added as he aimed his attention at Jane. “Miss Baldwin and I are getting acquainted. Is that a crime?”

“Of course not,” Jane answered.

“Then I don’t see what concern this is of yours.” He glanced at Margaret and Lily. “Or yours.”

“Then I suppose it is I who needs to apologize.” Jane nodded at Tristan. “I was merely making conversation, and stating the obvious.” She shrugged. “You and Miss Baldwin are causing many tongues to wag in gossip. It’s not like you, Lord Tristan, to single out one particular woman at any social gathering.”

“Especially one,” Lily cut in as her gaze swept over the length of Diana in disgust, “who still wears a riding habit from two seasons past.”

Humiliation washed over Diana and all she wanted to do was hide…or bury her head in the sand…or sink in the nearby brook and disappear. Once again, she didn’t have a reply for that comment.

Tristan stepped closer to Diana. Lines of irritation creased his forehead as he slowly passed his scowl around to the other women, starting with Lily.

“It matters not how old or how new a woman’s clothes are.” He switched his focus to Diana and smiled. “Because if you ask me, Miss Baldwin looks lovely in whatever she chooses to wear.” He threw a glare back at the other three. “A woman’s sense of worth is not about her clothing or her upbringing. It’s how she conducts herself in public and appears a true gentlewoman. From what I have witnessed from Miss Baldwin since meeting her, she has outshined all the women I have met at this party.”

Tears of joy pricked Diana’s eyes and she quickly blinked before anyone noticed. Her heart melted from his words…but really, her heart had been melting since they first met. She’d never believed in love at first sight, but now after meeting Tristan Worthington, she realized it was impossible not to have strong feelings for this man.

He turned toward Diana and offered his arm. “Miss Baldwin, shall we continue our ride?”

Smiling wide, she straightened her shoulders. “Indeed, we shall.”

As he helped her back to her horse and helped her up, happiness burst in her chest. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was awake and had not been dreaming about what just happened. Never in her life had a man stood up for her in such a way. Truly, he was her knight in shining armor.

* * * *

“Have you heard the latest gossip?”

Tristan stood next to his younger brother, Trey, as he watched the entryway into the grand ballroom. He’d only been away from Diana for a few hours, and already he couldn’t wait to see her again and gaze into her emerald eyes and breathe in her enthralling lilac scent.

Shaking his head, he glanced at his brother for only a moment before returning his attention back to the corridor. “What a ridiculous question to ask. What makes you think I listen to gossip?”

“Normally, I don’t either, but this time, it’s about my brother so I decided to listen.”

“Oh, really?”
Tristan asked. “What are people saying about Trevor?”

“They aren’t saying anything about Trevor, they are talking about
you.
”

Tristan rolled his eyes before looking back at Trey. “I don’t really care what people are saying.”

“You don’t? Not even when bets are being placed on whether or not you will become engaged before week’s end?”

“Engaged?”

“Either that, or you will compromise the girl.”

“Really, Trey.
I cannot believe you listen to such gossip.” He looked back up the corridor.
Where was she?

“Are you saying you don’t care what people are saying about you and Miss Baldwin?”

“Not in the least, and you should not care, either.”

“If you say so.”
Trey pulled away from the wall. “But let me warn you, tread carefully. I have the title of a rake, and I know our mother wouldn’t want two sons with that name.”

As Trey walked away, Tristan nearly laughed. He wasn’t a rake and would never become one.
If,
by chance, he compromised a young maiden, he would do the right thing and marry her. He had been raised to respect women. Trey had always believed he was too much like their father, which was why he was a scoundrel.

When a footman walked by carrying a tray of champagne glasses, Tristan reached out and took one. In one gulp, he finished the glass then replaced it on the tray. He resumed his position against the wall, and within seconds, saw the woman he’d been waiting for.

Heavens, she was beautiful. Lavender was certainly the color that enhanced her auburn hair and bright green eyes.

As he walked toward her, the violins announced the first dance. Finally, her eyes met his and she smiled…a smile that lit up her whole face.