Miles Lesson - Jennifer Connors.pdf

Taking his seat at the head of the table, Miles arched an eyebrow in
response. Play by the rules? He'd never lowered himself to that
before. And he couldn't understand why he should do so now. Her
words came back to him from the last time he'd seen her. Would his
mother follow through on her threat to make Bethany a pariah among
the ton? Miles didn't need a crystal ball to see that she most certainly
would.
Deciding to play nice, he asked, “Bosworth said most of the guests
would arrive tomorrow. Does that mean some of the guests are
already here?” Miles let his eyes sweep around the room in question.
“Yes, Lady Norbury is here with her daughter, but they have decided
to take their supper above stairs this evening. Their journey, it seems,
was quite a trial.” The dowager's voice sounded eager to impart some
gossip on her only dinner companion. Unfortunately, Miles was not
going to take the bait.
“And who else should I expect this week?” he asked, purposefully
avoiding leading her on.
“I left a list of the guests in your study, along with my notes on each of
the unmarried chits. There will be six girls for you to select from, all of
which have the highest pedigrees.”
“Very well, mother.” Miles kept his thoughts to himself for the rest of
the meal. What did it matter who he married? If he knew one thing for
sure, it was that none of the women on his mother's list would
compare to Bethany.