Nothing Denied (24 page)

Beatrice pushed herself to a seated position, despite the stabbing pain her shoulder injury created. She shoved herself back, scooting toward the wal as Hodges advanced on her, step by slow step. He was smiling, viciously enjoying her fear, and she couldn’t keep herself from expressing it with one, bloodcurdling scream as he lifted the blade over his head in preparation to slice through her skin.

But before he could do it, before he could maim her, kil her, the door behind him flew open. Beatrice screamed again as a blur of activity began. Hodges was pul ed away from her, thrown across the room with enough force that the window by the door shattered when he hit the wal . Bright sunlight flooded the chamber.

Beatrice struggled to see what was happening in the confusion. When her eyes adjusted, she saw Gareth straddling the now prone footman, beating his fist into Hodges’s face over and over again. He would kil him if he hadn’t already. Ethan stood over the men, trying to stop Gareth, but unable to in the face of Gareth’s rage.

“Gareth,” Beatrice cal ed out weakly.

Her voice stopped him mid-punch. Slowly he turned and the haze of anger that had darkened his face and turned him into a man she didn’t know faded. He threw aside the limp body of the man who had taken her and crossed the room to her in three long strides.

“Beatrice,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees before her. “God, I’m sorry.”

He enfolded her in his arms and al the fear she had experienced, al the regrets that had made her ache, spil ed free as she sobbed into his shoulder. She was vaguely aware of hands untying her, probably Ethan’s, since Gareth never released her. As she continued to cry, Gareth lifted her and cradled her to his chest as he carried her from the dingy little shack where she had been held.

“She’s injured,” Beatrice heard through her tears. Ethan’s voice, and he sounded so concerned…so loving that her sobs came faster. “I’l fetch the magistrate and a vehicle to carry her home.”

Slowly, her sobs subsided and Beatrice lifted her face from Gareth’s shoulder to look up at him. He was staring down at her, his green eyes intense with emotion.

“Beatrice,” he whispered. “I love you. I love you, do you hear me? I love you.”

She was overwhelmed, washed away by the emotions of al she had endured and by the utter joy of hearing Gareth’s confession. She opened her mouth, intent on confessing her own heart, but no words would come. The pain of her shoulder was too intense, her emotions too sharp.

So she settled her face back into his shoulder and let darkness take her again.

Gareth stood in the corner of his chamber, arms folded, watching silently as the doctor fussed over Beatrice. At least she was awake again. When she had col apsed into a faint he had been terrified that her life was close to an end, but the doctor reassured him it was only pain and high emotion that had brought her to that state.

Now she sat in his bed, propped up on white pil ows, her blond hair around her shoulders, one of which was bandaged, her arm gathered close to her chest in a sling. The bastard who had taken her had dislocated it.

But it would heal.
She
would heal, the doctor insisted.

“There is nothing I despise more than fainting women,” Beatrice snapped. “Except, perhaps, fawning doctors.”

The doctor scowled at her, but Gareth couldn’t help but smile. Beatrice’s return to her normal, prickly self was the first indication that she wasn’t permanently harmed by what she had endured.

Miranda, who was sitting beside her sister on the edge of the bed, shook her head. “He is only trying to help, dearest.”

Beatrice rol ed her eyes, but then her gaze darted to Gareth. When their gazes met, he saw what a front her attitude was. Unshed tears stil shone in her stare. She was fragile, even if no one else could see it. He moved forward. “Is that al , Doctor?”

The physician turned toward him. “Yes, though I do have a few instructions.”

He motioned to the door. “Give them to her sister. Outside. I wish for al of you to leave us.”

Miranda was on her feet in an instant, her eyes wide and outraged. “Absolutely not! I wil not leave my sister—”

Before she could finish, her husband stepped toward her, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Miranda,” Ethan said softly.

That one word stopped her. She glanced briefly at Beatrice. Beatrice nodded slightly and Miranda frowned, but then she moved toward the door where a moment before, the doctor had departed muttering to himself in disapproval.

When they were alone, the door closed, Gareth turned toward Beatrice again. In her face, he saw her weakness, her softness, her vulnerability. But he also saw her strength. Not the kind that made her difficult and what others cal ed a shrew, but something more.

“May I get you anything?” he asked, suddenly awkward.

She held his gaze for a long time before she shook her head slightly.

He moved toward her, hesitant as a bridegroom who had never lain with his bride. Because, despite al the physical pleasures they had shared, this was uncharted territory for him. He had never loved a woman. Now he felt uncertain of what to do.

“I–I said something to you when I found you,” he said softly.

She squeezed her eyes shut and a little shiver rocked her. “Your emotion was high, Gareth, I know that. I wouldn’t hold you to words you said in that moment.”

He stared at her. “You think I didn’t mean what I said to you?”

She swal owed hard and her blue eyes came open slowly. “Did you?”

He nodded as he moved toward her. He caught one hand, careful not to jostle her injured arm.

“I meant them with al my heart, Beatrice,” Gareth whispered. “Dear God, I have never said such a thing to anyone before. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Her lips parted slightly. “You love me?”

He nodded. “With everything I am, with everything I want to be. I love you.”

She pul ed her hand from his, but it was only to lift it to his cheek. With tears streaming down her face, she touched him, cupping his chin, stroking his cheek.

“Do you know what I thought of when I believed that man…Hodges…would kil me?”

Gareth shook his head slowly, trying not to be overwhelmed with anger at the thought of her torment.

“No.”

“I thought of
you
,” she whispered. “I thought of how sad I was that I would never get to tel you how much I appreciated that you fought to see me for who and what I real y am. And how much I love you.”

Drawing back a fraction, Gareth stared at her. He knew Beatrice, he knew why she shied away from emotions, from dependence on any other person. Her frank honesty, her open emotion, those things meant the world to him. They were special gifts, things she did not readily share.

“You love me?” he whispered.

“With everything I am, with everything I want to be,”

she repeated his earlier words with a slow nod. “And you are certain you love me, even though I am difficult

…a shrew?”

Gareth couldn’t help but grin. His joy was too intense, too powerful not to show. “You are so much more than that, Beatrice. Even if no one else ever sees it,
I
see it. I see you and your heart.”

Now she smiled. A broad, happy expression that lightened her face and made her even more beautiful to him. “What am I?”

He cupped her chin and moved in for a kiss. “Mine. You are mine.”

And as he brought his lips to hers, she whispered,

“Always.”

Epilogue

Five Years Later

B
eatrice watched as her twin sons raced down the hil , their chubby, toddler legs barely keeping them upright as they struggled to keep up with their older cousins, the children of Penelope and Winifred. The children’s shrieks of laughter floated up from below and brought a smile to her face before she turned back to her family. The sisters al sat together, enjoying their children and the bright sun of a summer’s mid-morning. The only one missing from their gathering was their mother. Beatrice frowned. It had been a year since Dorthea passed on, peaceful y in her sleep. Despite al the trouble their mother had caused, Beatrice stil found herself missing her. After al her daughters were married, Dorthea had actual y calmed slightly. And as the grandchildren arrived, she had become even happier, loving them with a ful acceptance she had never been capable of giving her own girls. Al the Albright daughters appreciated that and often commented on Dorthea as time passed.

Blinking back tears, Beatrice let her gaze fal to each sister. Time and children had not lessened any of their beauty. The jealous harpies of the
ton
complained of it endlessly and nothing gave Beatrice more pleasure.

Miranda glowed as she rested her hand on the swel of her bel y. After years of painful y unsuccessful trying, she was nearing the end of her first confinement.

“Are you wel ?” Beatrice asked softly when her sister exhaled a breath softly.

Winifred and Penelope both stopped their quiet conversation and turned toward their eldest sister. Al of them had been worried about Miranda in the last nine months. After seeing her struggles, it was difficult not to be.

But Miranda laughed. “I’m very wel . But I think you had better send one of the men for the doctor, as I believe this little one is final y ready to join his cousins.”

Winifred was on her feet first. “I’l send Milo right away.”

Penelope was fast on her heels. “And I’l have Jeremy stand by with Ethan. You know he’l be impossible until he knows you and the babe are wel .”

Once the two other sisters were gone, Miranda turned on Beatrice with a smile. “How did you know?”

She shrugged. “I saw it in your eyes.”

Miranda held her gaze for a long time and Beatrice let her. For so long, she would have flinched away from her sister’s regard, but now…after years of feeling just how right and powerful love could be, she no longer feared her own vulnerability. And while the
ton
might stil cal her a bitch behind her back, and perhaps she took some pleasure in acting the part, her family no longer steered away from her wrath.

For that she was very glad.

The terrace doors flew open and Ethan stepped out, his eyes wide and his expression utterly terrified. Behind him stood Jeremy, Penelope and Gareth. Even after al these years, Beatrice’s heart stil leaped as her husband met her gaze.

“It’s time?” Ethan asked, his tone breathless and tense with anxiety. Beatrice rol ed her eyes. Before the day was over, the men would likely have to get him drunk to keep him from having an apoplexy.

Miranda got to her feet slowly. “Indeed. Wil you take me upstairs?”

Ethan caught her arm and they moved slowly inside, with Penelope and Jeremy close behind. Beatrice smiled as her own husband stepped out and put his arms around her.

“You look happy,” he whispered.

She slipped her arms around his waist. “I am happy,
my
lord,” she whispered. “I am here with you, with my family. I have everything I could ever want. How could I be anything but happy?”

He kissed her gently before they turned toward the hil where the children played. The place where she belonged.

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