Duke of Dishonor Tammy Andresen (books for 5 year olds to read themselves txt) 📖

carpeting under his feet. The walls were lined with all manner of paintings, but he ignored them. She’d come with him tomorrow night.

They’d announce their engagement to all of society. He’d hold her in his arms and…

“You don’t look like a man who just won,” Menace called from down the hall. “Because you did.”

Brandon pivoted, turning toward the other man. “I’m fighting on several fronts. And one of them isn’t going particularly well.”

“He means Emily,” Bash said with a grin. “She tried to hand him off to Abigail this morning.”

Brandon frowned, giving Bash his darkest glare. Just when he thought he might be coming to appreciate the man. “She wanted to ensure her sister was cared for. A quality I admire in my future bride.”

Menace raised his brows. “If you think so.”

He clenched his fists. He’d like to hit one of them. Or both of them.

“What do you think the problem is?” Menace scratched his chin. “You’ve saved her life twice. You’re not ugly. Mayhap she thinks your personality is off-putting.”

His nails dug into his palms. He didn’t need another man to speak such things. They already filled his thoughts.

“She doesn’t find him off-putting,” Bash said. “I saw her touching you while you were sleeping. A woman doesn’t touch a man like that if she doesn’t care.”

A sensation coursed through his body, it was warm and sweet, and his shoulders dropped in relief. “I’d like to take her to the ball tomorrow night.”

Bash’s brows drew together. “I’m not certain.”

“Why not?” he asked, stepping closer. He needed a chance to woo her and this seemed perfect.

“We’ve not made public appearances to keep the girls safe.”

Menace shook his head. “With the rumors about Abigail, I’m not certain hiding away is a good idea either. It only fuels the gossip. And our king will make quick work of rounding up the thieves. Men have already been dispatched.”

Bash frowned. “True.”

Menace rubbed his chin. “How close are you to a match for Abigail?”

“Close.”

Brandon stepped forward. “I need a bit of time with Emily. Time that does not involve thieves or rushed proposals. I need to convince her that I am a good choice.” He needed time to explain and to convince.

Menace furrowed his brow. “You’re a bloody duke.”

But Bash gave a small smile and then a quick nod of assent. “It turns out when you meet the right woman, she cares less about whether or not you’re a duke and more about whether or not you’re the right man. If you’re going to go then we are all going to go. There will be strength in numbers.”

Brandon gave a quick nod. “That is an excellent idea.”

“And what about Abigail?” Menace asked. “Eliza is beside herself with worry.”

“I’ve come up with a plan that will hopefully satisfy the sisters.” But Bash’s brow furrowed.

Brandon cocked his head to the side even as Menace grunted. “And what plan is that? Will Eliza approve? You know that woman. We’ll hear about it if she doesn’t.”

Bash scrubbed the back of his neck. “Well. Abigail has an offer for marriage.”

“Really? Who? Will it stand even with the scandal?”

“It will stand,” Bash answered, his gaze cast to the floor.

Brandon gave a quick nod. Abigail being cared for made his job to win Emily over easier and drew them one step closer to clearing the obstacles between them.

Tomorrow night he’d woo his prospective bride. And he’d find some way to explain the past to her. He had to. It was their only hope.

Emily stood in the entry of Bash’s home dressed in a pale pink ballgown made of the finest silk. The dress seemed to float about her like a cloud at sunrise.

Her hair had been pulled back in a loose coif with several curled strands trailing about her face and over her shoulders.

She’d never felt more lovely.

Or more nervous.

Her insides fluttered and tiny tingles of anticipation danced along her skin. Was tonight the night that Brandon would propose?

Part of her was thrilled. He was a dream and she’d been fantasizing about him for months. But her hands pressed to her stomach. She’d dreamed of his proposal nearly every night as she drifted off to sleep. It had been romantic, lovely, a fantasy worthy of a man who swooped in and rescued a girl in need.

But their discussions of marriage had been…businesslike. Worse, she’d overheard him say he didn’t wish to wed her. He was only doing so to save her reputation.

Perhaps if she were smarter or braver, she’d inspire more romantic passion. She tapped her chin trying to decide how she might accomplish such an end. What sort of gesture would be bold and romantic? What would her sisters do?

And then she realized. If one of them wanted a man, they’d let him know. Tonight, she’d kiss him.

Next to her, Isabella stood in a lovely gown of blue, Eliza in red, and Abigail in a dusty lilac that made her skin glow.

“Are you certain I should be doing this?” Abigail asked. “I’m going to face an obscene amount of whispering.”

“You’ll be fine,” Bash answered. “You’re in the company of two dukes. Society will have to swallow their opinions.”

“If I need to pull some hair, you just tell me,” Eliza said from next to Emily. “I’m also deadly with a fan.”

Everyone laughed, even Aunt Mildred, as carriages rumbled up the drive.

Avery came down the stairs, wearing her requisite black as she gave them a look of longing. “I wish I could go with you.”

“We’ll see you out next season,” Isabella soothed her cousin. “Your period of mourning will be over before you know it.”

The girl nodded but Emily winced in sympathy. She knew that Avery wasn’t really mourning the loss of her father, which made this time so much more difficult to bear.

The front door swung open and Brandon walked through looking tall and so handsome as he filled the door opening.

Behind him stood another man, the Baron of Breckenridge. Emily had met the man a few times because he was