“Any care for her appearance?” Grant asked off hand. “It might not be amiss to want someone pleasing to the eye joining you here at Woodmere.” At Alex’s baffled expression, Grant elaborated. “Perhaps you might require extra responsibilities pertaining to yourself.”“Are you implying she warm my bed?”
“Why are you scandalized? It’s a common practice amongst those of your ilk to tup the help.”
“Kit, the governess’ sole focus will be Eliza.” Alex adopted Grant’s nickname in an attempt to mend the conversation. “No matter what ‘those of my ilk’ might do, I should hope by now you know I am not like them.”
“You live like a monk, Alex. Don’t you want something more? Wouldn’t a wife serve much of the same purpose that a governess does at this point?” Grant was not wrong. Isolated at Woodmere, Alex did not interact much with the fairer sex. The estate was run with a reduced staff as the duke had no interest in a social presence. Since the death of his wife in childbirth, Alex had been focused solely on the maintenance of his holdings and the rearing of his child.
“A monk I may be and a monk’s habits I will sustain. You know I have no time to find a wife. And my last experience with wedded bliss was not so wonderful that I’m anxious to head to the church again.”