The Reluctant Suitor (64 page)

His hand squeezed her backside affectionately. “Come, my sweet, give me another kiss. I’m hungering for you again.”

Casting a meaningful glance toward his loins, she laughed. “Aye, I noticed.”

As if declaring his bath complete, she dropped the linen towel in a heap over his privates and, with a wide smile, leaned over him. Through her clothing, she could feel his fingers intruding again in the cleft between her buttocks. From very close range, her dancing eyes searched his. “You must have been a very naughty boy when you were growing up,” she accused. “There’s still evidence of your wayward bent even today. Or is it that you’re just trying to feed a fetish for the hind parts of a woman?”

He chuckled. “As your husband, I enjoy searching out all your hidden places, madam. I’ve never felt so complete in all my life as I do right now. I think I like being married to you.”

Grinning into his sparkling eyes, she wiggled her hips in an effort to dislodge his fingers as he sought to resume his teasing search. “That’s good, sir, because I’m going to be your wife for a very, very long time.

”

P
hilana Wyndham had been escorted by a maidservant to the door of the upper chambers wherein her son had been ensconced. According to the young servant, Lord and Lady Standish had departed the house with his mistress an hour earlier with intentions of visiting Lord Alistair at his hotel room to check on how he was faring with his injured ankle. The young miss informed the elder that the only one who had remained behind was Lady Adriana, who was presently with the injured man.

The fact that Adriana was with her son assured Philana that it was safe to enter the designated bedchamber without knocking. After all, the girl had hardly been speaking to her son before his most recent wounding. However, upon swinging wide the door, she promptly decided that she should’ve been more discreet, for her jaw plummeted forthwith when she saw her son lying on the bed, virtually naked except for a rumpled cloth elevated rather suggestively over his privates, his hand firmly clasping Adriana’

s backside, and the girl half lying across the bed toward him. It certainly didn’t help Philana’s composure when she realized that their mouths were locked in a deep, penetrating kiss. The shocking scene nearly caused her to collapse right then and there.

“My goodness, I should’ve knocked!” she gasped, clasping a trembling hand to her throat as she sought to survive the suffocating heat of a blush. “I just didn’t expect . . .”

Having straightened much like a stiffly sprung spring, Adriana spun about to face the intruder. The

stunned expression on Philana’s face clearly conveyed the fact that Adriana was the last person on earth she’d have thought capable of such overt wantonness. Abruptly the older woman’s gaze dropped to the lace-edged chemise and its display of rounded bosom and liberal glimpses of rosy nipples, prompting Adriana to hurriedly pull her dressing gown together in painful embarrassment.

“I’ve come at a bad time, ‘twould seem,” Philana struggled to choke out, averting her gaze from the pair as Adriana began to pull up the sheets and quilts to cover Colton’s lower half. “When Bentley announced last night that my son had been seriously injured, I hastened to come this morning to see how he was faring. I never expected this . . . I’m sorry, I certainly didn’t mean to intrude. I shall leave. . . .”

“Don’t, Mother,” Colton bade gently. “What you see before you is perfectly acceptable, believe me.”

Philana’s hackles rose at such a foolish declaration, and she glared back at her son. “Since when did it become perfectly acceptable for a rapscallion like yourself to sully a young woman whom I had previously deemed a lady? Have you no regard for honor, my son?”

Colton’s lips curved upward in a cajoling smile. “I guess it became acceptable the moment I married her.

”

“Married?” Philana clasped a trembling hand to her bosom. Could it be true? Had they really gotten married? Or was this some sort of faraway intention they were merely contemplating? “You don’t mean that Adriana actually exchanged wedding vows with you, do you? After all that has happened?”

“I did last night, Mama Philana,” Adriana murmured with a gentle, somewhat apologetic smile. “Colton wouldn’t have his wound tended unless I agreed to marry him.”

“Oh, I see.” Philana arched a delicate brow and nodded knowingly. “He always did seem a bit too manipulative with the young ladies. His father didn’t know what to do with him, and as for me, I’m totally at a loss.” She lifted a smile to Adriana. “Perhaps you’ll be better at handling him than I ever was, my dear, but in any case, I’m delighted to have another daughter in the family, especially one I’ve admired all these many years. Sedgwick would be so very proud of this match. He always believed in it, that it would be good for you both. Now you’ll have a chance to find out for yourselves whether his prediction has merit.”

She held her arms out in invitation to the young woman, and eagerly Adriana accepted, hurrying forward and encircling the elder with her own as they came together. Tears of joy lit Philana’s eyes when she finally stood back and cupped her daughter-in-law’s beautiful face lovingly between her hands.

“Thank you, dear child, for forgiving my son and for making me so very happy today. Although Bentley assured me Colton would live, I had to find out for myself that he was being taken care of. Now I can rest assured that he’s in good hands, and that this is the beginning of a dynasty that I feared would be dying out. May God bless you both with many, many children.”

Seventeen

J
ust where have you been?” Jarvis Fairchild railed at his daughter as she tiptoed through the front door of Stanover House at the crack of dawn.

Felicity clasped a trembling hand over her pounding heart and peered intently through the murky shadows in an effort to locate her parent. She finally saw him ensconced upon the settee. She tried to smile, but the best she could manage was a grimace. Her father’s face was a mask of pure rage, and even in the gloom she thought she could see dark shadows beneath his eyes. “Papa, what are you doing down here in the

parlor? I thought you’d have been upstairs sleeping. You nearly frightened me to death!”

Jarvis leapt from the settee and strode irately across the room until he stood before her. Their noses almost met as he lowered his face to hers. Even in the shadowy room, his flaring eyes vividly evidenced his rage.

“I asked you a question, girl, and I want an answer,
if
you’d be so kind! Do you realize your mother and I haven’t slept a wink all night? When you didn’t come home, I rode over to the Elstons’ to inquire into your whereabouts, but a servant said Roger hadn’t returned either. Then I raced over to the homes of the other two young ladies who went with you, but they were both quite bemused as to where you were since Roger had said he’d be bringing you back here. For all your mother and I knew, you could’ve been abducted, possibly even ravished, whether by Roger or some other foul debaucher was anybody’s guess. Now you come skulking into your grandfather’s house as if you were no better than a thief about to make off with the silver plates. I want an explanation, girl.
Now, if
you don’t mind!”

Felicity made another attempt to smile, but once again, it fell short of her mark. It was noticeably pained, much as she was. She was bruised, sore, and thoroughly repentant for having gone against something she had first deemed foolishness. Yet, after everything had been said and done, it was much too late to do anything about it.

“Papa, I know you had every hope that I’d marry an aristocrat, but after learning that Lord Randwulf and Lady Adriana were pledged, and with the viscount pining for her, there seemed little chance of that happening. Roger is becoming very wealthy, Papa . . . and . . . well, ah, we took the liberty of getting married here in the county. Then we went to an inn. That’s where we’ve been.”

“Surely you weren’t that foolish!” Jarvis railed, becoming thoroughly incensed. “Where’s the bloody beggar? I’ll slice his cods out right now.” Filled with a sudden desire to reap vengeance, he peered intently beyond her to see if his new son-in-law was hiding like a conniving little weasel beyond the front door.

“He’s not here, Papa. He thought ‘twould be better if I told you first, and then the two of you could meet after you had calmed down.” Felicity twisted her fingers together worriedly. Her smile was no less pained. “As for gelding him, Papa, ‘tis too late for that. Our marriage has already been . . . ah . . .

consummated.”

“You’ve betrayed me!” Jarvis bellowed, grinding his teeth as he strode irately about the parlor. He shook his tousled head in outrage as he lamented his dashed dreams. “All this time, I believed you’d marry above your station in life. I did everything I could to bring that event into realization. No bookkeeper’s daughter ever dressed so well, nor had so many of her wishes granted! Now, ‘tis all for naught. You’ve undone me, girl! You went behind my back and betrayed me by marrying a young whelp of an unlearned man!”

“But, Papa, they’re wealthy! Roger promised to array me in riches and costly jewels. . . . The mill will be his shortly. He’s sure of it.” In spite of her bridegroom’s many promises, they did little to assuage her anguish over being ravished on her wedding night. She had made the mistake of drawing away from Roger and asking him to give her a chance to ready herself, but her request had only provoked his temper. He had started yanking at her clothes in his impatience to mount her, and then had held a hand clasped over her mouth as he raped her, thrusting into her so brutally that the sheets had been well-bloodied by his cruel abuse.

“And just who will pay off the moneylenders after Edmund Elston takes off or passes on?”

Clasping a trembling hand to her throat, Felicity stumbled back in stuttering surprise. “Wh-what do you

mean, Papa?”

“I mean that Edmund Elston has either been losing large amounts of money from the mill or pilfering it for his own uses. There’s no telling how little will be left to go into your new husband’s coffers once his father dies.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“One who is in a position to know visited me recently with a proposition that if Edmund . . . or Roger . . .

is forced to sell because of the dwindling resources in their accounts, he could almost warrant that the mill would be sold at a particularly economical price that I could afford. If that should happen, then I’ll no longer be beholden to your mother
or
your grandfather. I’d have a mill of my own, to do with as I please.

”

“But where would you get the funds to purchase such a mill even at a bargain?” Felicity quizzed in bemusement. “Mama warned me not too long ago to be careful of every farthing, and to be content with the clothes I have, and here you are declaring with a certainty that you’d have the moneys to buy the Elstons’ mill.”

Jarvis presented his profile to his daughter as he raised his head aloft. “Never mind where the money will come from; just be assured I have enough to make such a purchase.”

“Perhaps this man you know is merely speculating in hopes of winning your confidence in another venture. I only say that because Edmund’s mill is becoming very productive under Roger’s management.”

Throwing up a hand, Jarvis turned aside and strode across the room as he offered a conjecture. “Perhaps Edmund is tucking portions of his wealth safely away and is planning on leaving Roger with the responsibility of paying his workers after he flees to unknown destinations with what he has taken.”

“But . . . but Roger’s father is bedridden, Papa.”

Jarvis jerked sharply about with a condescending brow raised. “How convenient for Edmund. He can pretend to be in a stupor and avoid having to answer his son’s questions . . . that is, if Roger
ever
discovers
his hopes for the mill is being squandered by his father and that the funds are dwindling in their accounts.” Jarvis stalked to a front window and gazed out upon the city for a long moment. The darkness of the past hours had already started receding before the onslaught of the approaching dawn.

Thoughtfully peering over his shoulder at his daughter, he asked, “Have you ever wondered how Edmund came to have such wealth?”

Felicity frowned in deepening bemusement as she related what she had been told. “Why, I believe Roger said his father’s second wife died and left him everything that she had inherited from old Mr. Winter.”

“Died?” Her father laughed caustically. “Murdered, more likely.”

Felicity’s hackles rose. Angry or not, her parent had no right to defame a man who was at best a stranger. “How can you lay such foul charges upon the man when we weren’t even living here when she died? And how can you possibly know enough about Mr. Elston even to insinuate such a thing?”

“Once upon a time, Roger’s mother was my aunt’s closest friend. It seems that while they were living in London, Edmund abandoned her and their young son and started making the rounds with all sorts of loose women. He seemed able to charm them all; though it has always befuddled me why even a simpleton would believe anything he’d say. Along about the time his wife was killed, he was helping an old friend drive liveries. My Aunt Clara just happened to witness the incident in which Roger’s mother

was run down by one. At the time, she was convinced that the driver, although masked by a scarf against the cold, was none other than Edmund Elston. Of course, before my aunt got up enough courage to report the incident and her suspicions to the authorities, she was killed in much the same manner. None of the rest of us ever dared follow up on her version of Mrs. Elston’s death for fear of being run down in the same manner.”