She’d been searching for ages, hoping to find such a man.

Celia sighed, her thoughts drifting again to Gabriel Rose and the things she’d done with his encouragement. Why she should think of him at all was most vexing. And her reactions to him were stomach-wrenching. Why she ever thought him attractive—or honorable—was an awful error in judgment. The man was a complete scoundrel. She must do her best to avoid him during the rest of their visit.

“Lady Ravenswood is a lovely hostess and Beaumont is the perfect place to spend these last few days of summer.” Lady Darby’s attention focused on the scenery outside their bedchamber’s window. “She spoke of plans to visit Richeforte and Grace before the Season begins. Since Ravenswood and the duke reestablished their friendship, they apparently visit frequently with one another. Especially now that Grace is with child. It’s heartwarming how close the four of them have become.”

“We should visit Grace before the baby arrives. When last we spoke, she said she had no desire to give birth in London.” Celia nibbled on a piece of toast, which only reminded her how Gabriel had feasted on her lips. Blast him for invading her thoughts, and for looking through her with such intensity she wondered if he didn’t already know all her secrets.

“What a lovely idea! Your father will understand if we should take a detour when we do head for home. I shall send the necessary letters today to Oakleigh and inform the Duke and Duchess of our plans.”

Hopefully, her mother’s attention would now focus on their new travel itinerary rather than what Celia herself was doing. Because she could not be certain Gabriel would not cause trouble for her.

She must be extra vigilant in avoiding Gabriel during their remaining time at Beaumont. The man did not possess any scruples, as evidenced by his scandalous behavior last night. Even if she had kissed him first, he’d taken advantage of her unexpected weakness.

He could not be trusted not to do it again. And if he dared try, she would not make it easy for him a second time.

The next day, Celia entered the solarium where a few of the young women had gathered.

An outing into the neighboring village was planned for the ladies’ activity, and Celia welcomed the opportunity to escape the house. She’d spent the day before skirting Gabriel’s path and ignoring his confident smirk. Even Robert’s sulky demeanor was preferable, but he seemed mysteriously hellbent on avoiding Celia.

“Good morning, Celia.” Ivy motioned to join her and Lady Sara Bentley where they stood at a bank of windows.

Celia had become fast friends with the two countesses over the course of the past year. This enviable circle included Grace, the Duchess of Richeforte, and Celia’s closet friend and new sister-in-law, Violet, the Viscountess Longleigh.

“Good morning, ladies. Is something amiss?” Celia asked, puzzled because the two women wore matching somber expressions. She did not miss the quick exchange of glances Ivy and Sara shared.