Married By Midnight (10 page)

“
A prize...” Charlotte said, gazing down at Anne, who had not yet risen to her feet. “It should be the lady’s choice. What would you like, Anne? A special cake prepared in the kitchen tomorrow? Or perhaps Garrett should buy you something. A pretty bauble?”

“
But he is a winner, too,” she declared. “He shouldn’t have to present me with anything. I will therefore choose the cake as prize—something we can all enjoy.” She turned to him. “Do you like chocolate, Garrett?” she asked him.

He wet his lips, and heaven help her, she melted all over again. He smiled.

“
Very much so.” He helped her to her feet and their eyes held for a few heart-stopping seconds before he turned to address Devon. “Getting out of here is another contest entirely. Do you think we’ll make it back to the chapel before dawn?”

He was still holding her hand, and her whole body tingled with awareness at the warmth of his flesh and the discernible might of his large, strong hand, wrapped snugly around hers. Everything about him was so very male and invigorating.

Then he let go, and the connection was broken. A single breath sailed out of her.

Anne watched him lead the way out and felt a powerful surge of lust as she recalled what he had said:
I swear on my life, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met
.

It was flattery, nothing more, she tried to tell herself, and she must remember that she had been led astray by pretty words once before.

Nevertheless, as she followed the others out of the catacombs and through the church, then across the cold courtyard, and into the luxurious warmth of the palace, she was overcome by an unfathomable wave of joy that left her feeling bewildered.

It had been ages since she’d felt part of anything, and this family, that had so warmly welcomed her into their fold, was like a force of nature. There was so much history here, so many secrets she could sense...but did not know the answers to. Life had been difficult here, yet there was laughter.

She had forgotten what it felt like to be playful, as she had once been in her childhood.

And tonight she had trusted Garrett enough to allow him to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, and flatter her. She had allowed herself to feel desire. And she was unsettled by the fact that her body still burned for more.

Chapter Seven

“I am quite convinced there is an attraction between them,” Charlotte said as she spooned a poached egg and a slice of ham onto her plate at the sideboard.

Rebecca and Chelsea were already seated at the table finishing their biscuits.

“
I think so, too,” Rebecca replied. “It was quite obvious last night when he took her hand and dashed off into the darkness with her the instant you suggested they should be partners. And when we found them at the end, Lady Anne was blushing. There can be no doubt about it.”

Charlotte sat down at the table and spread her napkin on her lap. “Do you think anything happened between them? A kiss perhaps?”

Chelsea sat back with her coffee and exhaled on a sigh. “Now I am disappointed I went to bed so early. It sounds like I missed a great deal of excitement.”

“
Not at all,” Rebecca replied. “Though it was more than a little amusing when Charlotte howled like a rabid wolf.”

“
Not a wolf,” she explained. “I was the inconsolable ghost of a murdered monk who was separated from his great love.”

Chelsea laughed. “Ah. Well, that is not nearly half so bad. Were you trying to frighten them?”

“
I was having my revenge on Garrett for all his shenanigans when we were children... But you are both missing the point. What do you think about Garrett and Lady Anne? Is there any chance they might truly fall in love and decide to pursue a real marriage?”

Rebecca sliced into her ham. “If that happens, it will be higher forces at work to be sure, for I know that was not Devon’s intention when he and Blake searched the whole of England for a suitable bride. They were specifically looking for a woman who would be content with the pretense of a marriage, not a real one.”

“
Not just be
content
,” Chelsea added. “They were looking for someone who was also seeking independence. I believe Anne is that woman.”

Charlotte regarded them both shrewdly in the morning’s winter light beaming in the windows. “That may have been their intention, but I am beginning to believe father’s curse is not really a curse at all, but some sort of magical boon. So far, three out of my four brothers have all been muscled into matrimony against their will, and all have found their perfect mates. You are both blissfully happy, are you not?”

Rebecca and Chelsea agreed.

“
You see?
I think Garrett may also be on the verge of discovering the same sort of happiness. He has been away too long and for that reason has forgotten all of us. Now I believe he is remembering happier times. And Anne is wonderful, isn’t she? They are a strikingly handsome couple and seem to possess similar dispositions as well. They enjoy talking to each other and there is an undeniable spark of attraction between them. Have you noticed? I certainly have. I think it is only a matter of time before they realize they are madly in love with each other, and he will decide to stay here at Pembroke where he belongs.”

Rebecca sipped her coffee. “Perhaps you are right. You are his twin, after all. You know him far better than we do. But I also think you should be careful not to get your hopes up.”

Charlotte lifted her gaze. “What do you think, Chelsea?”

When Chelsea smiled she was astonishingly beautiful, warm as the sun. “I think you are a born matchmaker, Charlotte, and Garrett will have to watch out if he wants to hold onto his bachelor lifestyle after the wedding day.”

Charlotte dug into her poached egg. “I don’t believe I will have to do much of anything, except watch this so-called curse take its natural course. Those two are meant for each other and he is most certainly
not
meant to return to Greece.”

Rebecca and Chelsea shared a hesitant glance.

“
Watch,” Charlotte said. “You will soon see that I am right. Come Christmas Day, he won’t be going anywhere because he will be blissfully happy in the arms of his beautiful new wife, and all will be exactly as it should be.”

The clocked chimed on the mantel, and Charlotte ate her breakfast with gusto.

* * *

Garrett could not sleep. He lay tossing and turning for nearly two hours wondering what the devil he had gotten himself into—agreeing to marry a woman he’d never met for the sole purpose of collecting his inheritance. He’d thought it would be a simple affair.

The lady in question had agreed to the terms of the contract, which was to live separate lives after the wedding day. He therefore expected to avoid any awkward romantic situations with her, yet here he lay as randy as a schoolboy because he had taken her into his arms the night before and kissed her sweet honey lips until he couldn’t think or breathe.

God help him. She really was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered, and his body was still throbbing and aching with desire—which was not part of the plan.

Anne had made it clear she did not wish to become entangled in a sordid affair—and thank God for that, for he certainly didn’t want to desire her or heaven forbid fall in love with her. But he did want the money. Just the money.

A noise in the corridor caused him to sit up in his bed. What was it? A groan? A sob? It sounded eerily like one of Charlotte’s ghostly howls in the underground passages. Was she playing tricks again, or had the spirit of a murdered monk truly come to haunt the Sinclairs?

Tossing the covers aside, he slipped out of bed, pulled on his dark green silk night robe, tied the sash, and moved quickly to the door. With a gentle click, he turned the knob and peered into the dark corridor.

Another tragic sob echoed off the walls and Garrett quickly shut his door. His heart pounded like a hammer. Bloody hell, what was wrong with him? He didn’t believe in ghosts. He certainly was not afraid...

This was ridiculous. It had to be Charlotte.

Quickly lighting a candle and picking up the brass holder, he pulled the door open and burst forth into the corridor to look left and right.

The candlelight cast peculiar shadows across the floor as he swung it around. There was no one about—and damn his heart for beating so fast.

He took a moment to catch his breath and think about what to do. If he had any sense in his brain, he would go back to bed and ignore Charlotte’s tomfoolery...but if he did that, he’d only be plagued by more lustful thoughts of Lady Anne and her soft, warm lips, and he’d spend more hours tossing and turning in bed and driving himself completely mad.

Hearing another distant, hollow moan, he turned in the other direction and caught a flash of white moving toward the stairs.

If that were a ghost, he’d eat his nightshirt.

With swift, determined strides, he hurried to the end of the corridor and held the candle aloft. “Hello!” he called out. “I know you’re there. I saw you.”

A chill draft blew across the floor. He heard the heavy creaking of a door and was about to threaten this mischievous ghost with physical violence when he saw what appeared to be a bright silky glow. His stomach dropped. Then he heard a voice.

“
Garrett, is that you?”

Christ
. He really needed to get some sleep.

“
Yes, it’s me. Is that you, Lady Anne?”

She was dressed in a white silk robe and carried a flickering candle as she approached. Her wavy black hair was long and loose about her shoulders. He nearly fell over at the sight of her, so beguiling was she in the golden light.

“
I heard howling and moaning,” she said. “After last night, I confess I’ve been a bit spooked. I couldn’t sleep.”

“
Nor could I,” he replied. “Have you been skulking about in the corridors? Was it you I saw a moment ago?”

“
What do you mean?”

He gazed at her for a strange, shivery moment that seemed to pulse through his veins. “I saw someone running...I think. Someone dressed in white.”

She turned the other way. “It couldn’t have been me. I only just came out of my room this moment.” She gestured toward the door. “This is my room, right here.”

He turned to glance at it.

At least now he knew where she slept—a necessary piece of information for the wedding night when he would enjoy the pleasure of consummating the marriage.

All of a sudden he lost himself in a fantasy of removing her nightdress and running his hands over those sweet, naked curves. The wedding night would be a great pleasure indeed.

Anne gazed at him for a lingering moment, as if unsure what to do. Perhaps she had recognized the lust in his eye and was concerned he had come here to seduce her. It was not an unreasonable assumption after the way he behaved the night before.

In an effort to ease her mind, he let out a soft chuckle. “I believe Charlotte is up to something.”

Anne’s shoulders immediately relaxed and she exhaled a breath. “Ah, that makes sense. Thank heavens. I was beginning to think this place was truly haunted, and I’m not sure I could have held on to my courage until Christmas.”

She shivered and rubbed a hand over her upper arm.

“
Are you cold?”

“
A little. Thank you, by the way, for lending me your dinner jacket last night.”

“
It was no trouble,” he replied, wondering what would happen if he offered her his robe now and invited her back to his room to sit by the fire and sip some brandy. He let his gaze roam leisurely down the length of her lovely body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to keep from imagining all sorts of wicked, sensual delights.

“
And we won the race,” she quickly added, as if struggling to fill the silence so he couldn’t suggest a chancy drink by the fire. “I quite enjoyed myself.”

“
As did I. The cake was delicious tonight.” For a fiery instant he wasn’t sure if he could wait until the wedding night to touch her again. His desire for her was palpable, like some sort of erotic drug taking over his senses.