you.â
âVery good, sir.â With that, Bell rushed off, perpetually the busy host.
Alone again with Miss Hawke, Daniel said lowly, âDonât apologize. Not for changing your mind. And you donât thank a servant for doing his job.â
She frowned. âI just donât want to put him out.â
âItâs your prerogative to do as you please. As a man. And a man of status, too.â He shook his head. âWomen apologize too much. Always begging someoneâs forgiveness for the smallest trifles. You catch a cold and apologize for being ill. Take a breath, and itâs, âIâm so sorry for using your air.â â
âBecause weâre taught to,â she replied. âMen just take and take. Like theyâre the worldâs rude houseguests. Youâre not going to eat that, are you? Iâll just spread my legs and arms out in the omnibus and take up every last inch of space. And weâre harridans and harpies if we point it out. I suppose no one has ever said the word no to you.â
âUntrue.â He hadnât been able to join the army when the war had broken out. Of course, nobody had directly said no, since it was tacit that the heir couldnât go to battle, and heâd never asked. But heâd felt the restriction, just the same.
Yet she raised a valid point. That word was alien to his ears. Even Allam, outspoken as he was, refrained from outright denying Daniel.
How bloody irritating. As if he couldnât possibly have the fortitude to not get exactly what he wanted. He needed to practice more self-Âdiscipline.
Of course, he was learning more and more about that word no when it came to finding Jonathan. Thatâs all heâd been hearing as of late when it came to that objective. But things had to change. It was imperative that they did. The manâs life hung in the balance.
âJust once,â Miss Hawke said, âsomeone will say no to you. And Iâd like to be there when it happens.â
âIf youâre looking for more fodder for your scandal rag,â he rejoined, âthatâs a closed line of enquiry.â
Yet she only smirked. âI can be very persistent, Ashford.â
âAs can I, Ned .â
The barmaid, a tall, bosomy brunette, appeared beside the table. She smiled enticingly at Daniel. âThe usual, my lord?â
That seemed to be the nightâs refrain. Much as he hated being called a rake, he made a piss-Âpoor one if all his actions could be predicted. âLamb chops tonight, Victoria.â
Her eyes widened at his divergent order. My God, he was a hell of a dull bloke if switching from beef to lamb caused so much astonishment. He should wear his boots on his hands and see what kind of amazement that caused.
âYes, my lord. And you, sir?â
âLamb, too,â Miss Hawke answered. âNoâÂwhatâs the house special?â
âBeefsteak, sir.â
âIâll have that.â
âYes, sir.â
The barmaid hurried away to place their order. As she did, Miss Hawke sent Daniel a triumphant little look. No apologizing, and no thanking the server, either.
He gave her a small nod. She was learning.
But there was more for her to learn.
âYou couldâve given her arse a pinch,â he advised.
âThatâs a masculine delight Iâll gladly forgo,â she answered. At that very moment, the barmaidâs squeal could be heard across the room as some other gent decided to do the very thing Miss Hawke had declined.
âItâs a wonder castration isnât more common,â Miss Hawke muttered.
âThe perpetuation of the human race is grateful that it isnât.â
âBut not the arses of barmaids. I might not get much respect as a female writer, but at least my bottom is free of bruises. My pride, however, takes a regular drubbing.â
âThen why do it?â he asked.
âBecause I love
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