Captain Of Her Heart (23 page)

Everett whistled in monotone and shattered the tense silence, once the admiral had exited the room.  “Brother, I am glad you were at sea when all hell broke loose, as my wife and my father-in-law wanted to kill you.”

“As did Caroline.”  Trevor rolled his eyes.  “And you are still
persona non grata
in our home, until Alex declares otherwise.”

“And Rebecca wanted to string you up from the highest yardarm.  I have not seen her that mad since—” Dirk drained the contents of his glass, swallowed hard, and grimaced.  “Never have I seen her that mad.”

“And what of Cara?”  Jason glanced at Lance.  “Does she wish to skewer me, too?”

“No, brother.”  Lance propped his elbow on an armrest.  “Cara and I know there is more to the story, and we owe you a debt we can never repay.  And I would not cast stones, given I took Cara before we spoke the vows.”

“You are right.”  Trevor frowned.  “Who are we to judge, as I kidnapped and claimed Caroline, prior to a proper ceremony.”

“My Becca seduced me, in advance of our wedding.”  Dirk grinned.  “She was quite intent on meeting her fate, so I have no complaints.”

“Well I like that.”  Everett clucked his tongue.  “Am I the only one who did the honorable by my bride?”

“So it appears.”  Trevor snickered.  “And then she jumped from a moving coach to escape the deflowering.”

In concert, save Jason, the Brethren husbands burst into laughter.

“Very funny.”  Everett flagged a waiter for another round of drinks.  “Brothers, I wish, very much, that one of our bachelor knights might learn from our mistakes, as it has become quite painful to watch another man run aground, especially when he does so in such spectacular fashion.”

“I am so glad to provide sport for your amusement.”  Jason slumped forward.  “My friends, I have beached my campaign and am in dire need of your expertise in marital affairs.”

“That is the understatement of the year.”  Trevor rubbed the back of his neck.  “What were you thinking could happen, when you took her?”

“Was that chief among your concerns when you first bedded Caroline?” Jason inquired, with disgust.

“Point taken.”  Trevor frowned.  “Pray, continue.”

“Put yourself in my boots.”  Jason recalled the days in Plymouth.  “What would you have done, had the woman of your dreams showed up on your doorstep, sans chaperone, and offered herself on the proverbial silver platter?”

“I get your meaning.”  Everett compressed his lips.  “Then why did you refuse to marry her, given you had claimed her bride’s prize?”

Jason arched a brow.

“Alex told Sabrina the whole of it,” Everett explained.  “And my Brie keeps no secrets from me.”

“Because I am an ignorant arse.”  Jason slapped his thigh.

“In that I will not argue, and you are lucky to be alive, Jolly Roger intact, as I spoke with Damian prior to our departure.”  Dirk huffed a breath.  “So answer the question.”

“We are at war, and there are no guaranteed tomorrows.”  In a painful flashback, Jason relived the heated contretemps with Alex.  “And you know how society treats young widows.  I do not want that for her, should I meet my demise in battle.”

“Yet you made her your whore.”  Dirk pinned Jason with a lethal stare.  “Was that somehow better than widowhood?”

“Watch it, brother.”  Jason bared his teeth.  “I made her my wife, as I had always planned, and no one knows more than I that I erred.”

“Except, perhaps, Alex.  And therein lies the crux of your dilemma.”  Lance checked his timepiece and stood.  “I beg your pardon.  While I loathe interrupting our festivities, Dr. Handley is to examine Cara, and I should be there when he arrives.”

“Commiserations.”  Jason came alert.  “Is she ill?”

“Aye.”  Lance appeared concerned, as he shuffled his feet.  “She is exhausted, and her belly has been downright fragile, for the past few weeks, at sea.  Must confess I am worried.”

“I do not think she is ill, Lance.”  Trevor chuckled and peered at Everett, who snorted.

“Sounds as if she is pregnant,” Jason blurted.

“You know, you are smarter than you look.”  Everett folded his arms and glowered.

“Bloody hell, Collingwood.”  Dirk smacked Jason on the shoulder.  “Did you think it necessary to ruin the surprise?  Cara may now want your head.”

“You believe my wife is with child?”  Visibly pale, Lance swayed, toppled over the chair, and fell to the floor.  “But she said nothing to me.”

“Whoa, brother.”  Trevor bent and hauled Lance to his feet.  “And that is their way.”

“Easy.”  Dirk perched at Lance’s right.  “Take it slow, as there is no rush.”

“Now there is nothing to worry about, as Dr. Handley is a deuced fine physician.  He delivered my son with nary a mishap.”  Everett straightened Lance’s cravat, dusted the lapels of his coat, and then smacked him gently on the cheek.  “Snap to it, man.  Here is what you must do, on your way home.  First, stop by Howell’s, purchase the largest tin of chamomile tea they have in stock, and place a recurring order for the next nine months.  Then visit the hothouse and procure a bouquet of Cara’s favorite flowers.”

“I am to be a father.”  It was a statement, not a question.  Again, Lance teetered, and the Brethren husbands reached for him.  With a tear-filled gaze, he grinned.  “Tea and flowers.  I can do that.”

Then Lance turned on a heel and exited the room.  On his second step, he broke into a full sprint.

“Poor bastard.”  Dirk guffawed.  “Has no idea what lies in store for him.”

As the atmosphere calmed, the nautionnier knights relaxed, and Jason pondered his predicament.

“By the by, I meant to ask you something.  Mind you, I would never pry into your personal affairs, but curiosity gnaws at my gut.”  Fidgeting, Trevor glanced at Everett.  “Is it true that you removed the beds from Sabrina’s private apartments?”

Everett growled and thrust his chin.  “I did.”

“But—why?”  Dirk blinked.

“Need I remind you that my lovely but misguided bride left me, when she labored under the harebrained notion that I loved her not?”  Everett shuddered.  “Scared ten years off my life, and I still have not recovered.  So I ensured I would never again come home to an empty four-poster.  And I had the walls separating our chambers torn down.  Now my Brie and I share a single, large room, whether we reside in the city or the country, and I highly recommend it.”

“What happens when you quarrel?” Dirk queried.  “Not that I am familiar with such difficulties.”

“On the rare occasion we argue, my countess takes it out on me, between the sheets.”  Everett waggled his brows.  “Best idea I ever had, and I sometimes seek excuses to rile her.”

“You are a bloody genius.”  Trevor narrowed his stare.  “What company did you use to execute the renovations?”

“Ooh, I love it when you say that.”  Everett smirked.  “And Benson and Sons completed the remodel at our Park Lane home and Beaumaris.”

“And Sabrina voiced no complaints?”  Dirk leaned forward and inclined his head.  “She was amenable to the refurbishment?”

“I gave her no opportunity to protest.”  Everett shrugged.  “I did what any sane husband would do and simply waited until we ventured to London, to have the work done in the country.  Then, when we journeyed to Beaumaris, the crew demolished our apartments in the city.  Even had she disagreed with my decision, it was too late when she discovered the alterations.  But my most unlikely lady expressed nothing but delight and showed her appreciation in the coin I favor.”

“I wonder how Rebecca would react to such developments.”  Dirk peered at the ceiling.  “It would be worth the risk.”

“Gentlemen, given I share a single apartment with my bride, as I hold no titles, can we refocus the discussion, as I am in a terrible fix.”  Jason toyed with the ring in his waistcoat pocket.  “How may I steer my marriage into calm seas?”

“To begin with, I must correct your assertion.”  Dirk pointed for emphasis.  “For good or ill, you are Sir Collingwood.  Whether or not you wish it, you are a member of society, further distinguished by your wedding to the daughter of a duke.  As such, you must abide the precepts by which we have lived, since birth.”

“Bloody hell.”  Jason speared his hair.  “Whatever am I to do now, as I am entirely out of my element?”

“The answer is altogether pedestrian.”  Trevor lit a cigar and took a long draw.  “In the privacy of your residence or your traveling coach, with the shades down, of course, you may indulge your every desire with your bride.  In public, polite behavior runs contrary to male instincts.”

“But there are ways to subvert society.”  Everett winked.  “My Brie is partial to libraries, and I have made love to her in some of London’s most palatial mansions.”

“Oh, I say.”  Trevor scoffed.  “Tell me you have not waylaid her in our—”

“I have.”  Everett clucked his tongue.  “Twice.”

“That is nothing.”  Dirk crossed his legs and drummed his fingers on his thigh.  “Becca prefers studies and desktops, in particular.”

“
No
.”  Everett gulped.  “Not my desk.”

To wit Dirk cast a lazy grin and held up three fingers.

“I must remember to replace my blotter.”  Everett scowled.

“Enough, as you have made your point.”  Jason had reached the end of his tether.  “You enjoy blissful unions, so how do you propose to help me achieve the same happy results?”

“Have you told her you love her?” Everett asked, in a soft tone.

“Must you always cast that line?”  Trevor sneered.  “Mark my words, one of these days you will get us killed.”

“Will you cease your prattle?”  Everett groused.  “You know as well as I that Alex needs his declaration.”

“So have you or have you not pledged your troth?”  Dirk folded his arms.  “Tell us the truth, Collingwood.  Are you in love with Alex?”

“I am unsure.”  Jason adjusted the lace trim of his sleeve and rested his hands in his lap.  Then he propped his elbows on his knees.  “Just how does one know when one is thus afflicted?”

Dirk glanced at Trevor, who peered at Everett, and Jason feared he might vomit.

“Well that is our first clue.”  Everett chuckled.

“I do not follow.”  Jason’s ears rang with panic.

“That you equate affairs of the heart with distress, trouble, or the cause of suffering is noteworthy.”  Dirk reclined in his chair and met Jason’s gaze.  “Describe something for me.  When you reflect on your situation with Alex, how do you feel?”

“As though someone ran a ramrod up my arse.  As if I have swallowed lead shot.”  He bit back the bile rising in his throat.  “I would equate it with Prometheus chained to the rock and the eagle’s daily liver feast.”

In unison, Dirk, Everett, and Trevor said, “You are in love.”

“Hell and the Reaper.”  Yet the revelation was no real surprise, as Jason had suspected his attraction to Alex had long since passed a predilection of the fleshly sort.  “Brothers, I am in love with my wife.”

“Well I am impressed, as the first time I accepted that remarkable fact, in regard to Caroline, I almost jumped overboard.”  Trevor raised his glass in toast.  “To Jason and Alex.”

“Hear, hear,” Dirk and Everett replied, in concert.

“Can we save the celebration, as I remain at odds with my bride?”  Despite an urge to the contrary, Jason knew he had to confide in his co-conspirators, if he had any hope of winning Alex back.  To his unutterable embarrassment, he detailed the events, as they had occurred, in Plymouth, excepting the physical relations.  But the last confrontation again rendered him dizzy.  “Gentlemen, I may have made a fatal mistake.  In haste, and to my inexpressible shame, I accused Alex of attempting to trap me into marriage.”

“Are you out of your mind?”  Everett choked on his brandy.  “Does Damian know that?”

“I would wager not, as Collingwood lives.”  Dirk winced.  “Yet I am speechless.”

“But that is not the worst part.”  Jason sighed.

“There is more?”  Trevor’s eyes grew wide as saucers.

“Aye.”  Jason braced for the shock.  “When I inquired after Alex’s reasons for giving herself to me, without a promise of matrimony, she claimed she did so because she loved me.  And then I rejected her.”

Trevor’s mouth fell agape.

Everett smacked his forehead.

Dirk closed his eyes, lowered his chin, and groaned.

“Well I am at a loss, and I need another drink.”  Everett flagged a waiter.  “Upon my word, but you swept the pool, when it comes to self-made disasters.”

“What if I have squandered my chance?”  How Jason wished he could travel back in time and undo the damage.  “What if I have lost her?”

“Not by a long chalk.”  Dirk propped his chin in his hand.  “Because when it comes to their heart, women are not so fickle.”

“But Alex fears me.”  Deep-seated dispiritedness nestled in his breast, and Jason shook his head.  “She has said as much, on more than one occasion.”

“It is because she loves you,” Everett expounded.

“That makes no sense,” Jason replied.

“Yes, it does.”  Perched on the edge of his seat, Trevor sat upright.  “As you hold your wife’s heart, you posses the power to destroy her.  In light of your rejection, that is what frightens her.”

“So how am I to win her?”  Jason remained clueless.

“Brother, you must embark on the courtship to end all courtships.”  Everett quivered.  “And I do not envy you.”

“And you must make your declaration.”  Dirk smacked a fist to a palm.  “As she needs that.”

“Is there not another way?”  No man relished such maudlin sentiments.  “What if she rejects me?”

“Perhaps you should rehearse your pronouncement,” Trevor suggested.  “As my wife once promised me, quite accurately, I might add, it gets easier the more you utter the singular statement.”

“I will practice, as I can do it.”  Jason nodded once and inhaled.  “Alex, I love you.”

“Well, that was not too bad.”  With a strange expression, Trevor averted his stare.  “For an amateur.”

“Who do you think you are fooling?”  Everett rolled his eyes.  “That was terrible.”

“Indeed.”  Dirk blanched.  “Can you manage it without the green face?”

“I do not think so.”  Jason cradled his head in his hands.  “Bloody hell.”