This Duchess of Mine by Eloisa James Page A

compliment you, Jemma. Tell me that, and I’ll acknowledge myself a fool.”
    She was silent.
    â€œHe’s in love with you,” Elijah said flatly.
    They were at some sort of queer crossroads. “That doesn’t mean that I would be unfaithful to you. With Villiers or any other man.”
    â€œI know that.”
    She took another sip of liquor. It was like a fiery stream of sugar. She hated it.
    â€œLast night Fox called out the Artillery Company and told them to open fire on rioting citizens in Lambeth, his district,” Elijah said.
    â€œThat’s terrible,” Jemma murmured.
    â€œI have no doubt it seems a remote problem. But tell that to the young mother whose babe was shot in her arms last night, when she thought they were safe inside her own house. A stray bullet from the company.”
    â€œI am deeply sorry for that poor young woman,” Jemma said. “But must you be so self-righteous, Elijah? Listening to you, one would think that you are the only thing stopping Fox and Pitt and everyone else in the government from turning to a snarling mass of savages. Your sense of importance seems a trifle overblown. After all, you too gained your position due to an accident of birth. Or do you think that you would have the same influence, the same power, were you not a duke?”
    She couldn’t read his expression. There was nothing in his eyes. “Has your opinion of me always beenthis low?” he asked. He sounded curious, as if he were asking about a preference for peas over potatoes.
    â€œI do not have a low opinion of you,” Jemma stated.
    â€œI merely suggested that you might wish to rethink the extent of your personal capacity to cut short the world’s injustices, including Fox’s authorization of an artillery man who accidentally shot a child. Did you personally sanction Fox’s unfortunate decision?”
    Anger flared in his eyes, and she welcomed it. There was nothing worse than a dismissive Elijah, the statesman who made her feel like a fool easily quelled by a patronizing word or two.
    â€œDo you want to know what happened today, Jemma?” he demanded. “Do you really want to know?”
    â€œI wait with bated breath,” she said.
    â€œI suppose your sarcasm is warranted. I can imagine it is much easier, and certainly pleasant, to stay at home and win a game of chess.”
    Jemma sprang to her feet and walked quickly to the fireplace. She turned around a moment later, certain that she had her breathing under control. She’d be damned if she started panting from pure rage. “Given that women are allowed no part in government, your insults are not only unkind but unfair.”
    He had risen to his feet, of course. Elijah would never sit while a woman stood. “I apologize. That is an entirely valid point. In that case, let’s not talk of your day, but of Villiers’s.”
    â€œOh for goodness sake!” Jemma exclaimed.
    â€œThe duke spent a delightful afternoon telling you a sad tale of his children, and his newfound resolution to be a good father. Rousing your sympathy and your interest, he opened his heart. True, he lost the game ofchess, but he gained so much more in becoming closer to you. Closer to you than he is to any other person on this earth, I expect.”
    His tone was dispassionate. Jemma took a deep breath. “Either you believe that I will be unfaithful or—”
    â€œYou’re a fool if you think that infidelity is a matter of bodies alone, Jemma!”
    His insult burned in her stomach. “I have always thought that infidelity took forms beyond the obvious! From the moment I—”
    â€œI know. I know. From the moment you found me on the desk with my mistress. What you have never understood is how unimportant that relationship was compared to one of true intimacy.”
    â€œIf you’re trying to say that you and I were truly intimate all those years ago, I must