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father. I speak in plain terms. I tell him the truth,” she pointed out. Then after seeing his eyes shift to their touching hands, she lifted hers away as if an invisible flame had lit it.
    Continuing with his action, his response was not what she wanted to hear. “And when you’re wrong, you want to bypass the whipping.”
    Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in astonishment. Beyond any doubt, he had agreed with her father. “I cannot believe you said that,” she told him as her narrowing glare peered into him.
    But he saw through her casual way. “I’m telling the truth as I see it. You didn’t even inform him of where you were today,” he responded as he propped against the black carriage, his booted ankles crossing and his hands joining together.
    She stepped in front of him, her hands bracing her shapely hips. “There were obvious reasons for that. I thought you were going to talk to him for me?”
    “I plan to. But you should have at least mentioned the track this morning. You’re his daughter and he wants to protect you. You’re well aware of how insane the track can be, especially for a young lady alone.”
    Well it seems Mr. Knowledge would learn firsthand about her father’s protective nature she thought as a twinge of a smile pierced her lips. “You and my father should get along famously then Lord Blackburn, since he has bid me to keep you here so he can “have a word with you,” as he put it,” she retorted.
    Even John’s driver was astonished at the tone the young lady used with him and he was curious at how the lord would handle it.
    A very devilish grin emerged upon John’s lips. “You can be serious now and stop this ridiculous joke.”
    His calmness was utterly unbearable and it made her seethe. She had never met a man so blunt and arrogant. “Oh, I’m not jesting. I tried to save you from this confrontation with my father but he insisted, much to my embarrassment. He expects to see you when you’re finished here,” she told him in delight as he looked taken aback.
    He couldn’t believe it. The joke was on him. Lord, he hadn’t dealt with protective fathers since adolescent age. He pushed away from the carriage. “We shall see who laughs last,” he told her when her burst of laughter could no longer be contained. He shook his head and headed for the front door.
     
    After Miss Beckett seated him in the sitting room John took the opportunity to explore his environment. Quaint and cozy was how he would describe it. Popping sounds and immense heat coming from a large stone fireplace caught his attention. As his eyes followed the structure of stones they drifted to unusual looking wooden furniture, unusual in the fact that the engraved designing along the edges of the light colored wood was unique. John examined the chair he sat in, finding in amazing detail galloping stallions racing along the edge. He presumed Mr. Howard had built these magnificent wooden furnishings and was impressed.
    After admiring Mr. Howard’s work John thought about why he sat in this comfortable room waiting for Melissa’s father to chastise him. To continue a relationship with Melissa it would be better to be clear with Mr. Howard from the beginning, no secrets, everything out in the open. In John’s mind, honesty was always best.
    Phillip’s voice interrupted John’s thoughts. “Would you care for something to drink, Lord Blackburn?”
    John looked up at Phillip, seeing him swirl a golden colored liquid around in his glass. “Yes, do you have brandy?”
    Phillip strode over to the bar. “Ah, brandy. Yes I do, although it may not be the brandy you’re used to,” he mentioned while retrieving a fresh glass and pouring into it a generous amount of amber liquid.
    “It will be fine.” He took the glass from Phillip. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.” Phillip responded while taking a seat across from John and stealing a significant swig of his drink. “You may be a brandy man Lord