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Authors: Adrienne Basso

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Instead Meredith’s traitorous body strained toward his, seeking the intimate pleasures he was offering. Trevor’s fingertips drifted down her throat to the swell of her breasts. Reverently he cupped them, one in each palm. She closed her eyes and sighed as he stroked and teased the nipples until they ached and hardened.
He murmured something low and urgent and then lifted her onto his lap. She knew she should protest, tell him to cease at once, but her voice could not be found. Her cheek turned against his shoulder, her rapid breath fanned his heated flesh. His legs shifted so that the hard bulge beneath his breeches was fitted against her womanhood.
A heavy, sweet ache formed inside her as Trevor began a rhythmic rocking motion, pressing his hips into hers. Meredith’s body jolted alive.
This is madness!
The heartbeat drumming in her ears was suddenly threatening to drown out all sense of reality. Abruptly Meredith pulled away. She rose, frightened and confused, nearly stumbling as her weakened knees began to collapse.
A shaken sound escaped her lips, and she struggled to control her labored breathing. In this emotional and physical state it was difficult to think clearly, but Meredith gave it a valiant effort.
A marriage between them could never occur. She began to list the objections to the match in her mind and found she could not form a single coherent thought.
But she must. Meredith forced herself to ignore the great heat that seemed to be emanating from him, despite the distance between them. Nearly every inch of her skin felt on fire, but she did not allow herself to think of it. Now, more than any other moment in her life, she must remain clearheaded and logical.
How could they possibly marry? Once the passion was purged from her body, she would find herself trapped, married to a man who had no real interest in her, no true regard for her. Meredith could not imagine a more miserable experience.
She knew Trevor possessed the ability to love a woman well and completely, for she had witnessed the remarkable happiness he had shared with Lavinia. Yet Meredith entertained no illusions about the possibility of rekindling that degree of love and devotion in Trevor toward herself.
He had changed much in the years since Lavinia’s death and not for the better. The Trevor of today would be a most unsatisfactory husband.
And what of herself? Though she did not like to dwell upon her shortcomings—after all, what person did?—Meredith feared she would make an equally unsatisfactory wife.
“I appreciate your honorable solution to my current difficulties, yet there is no need to sacrifice ourselves to the dictates of a society neither of us respects,” Meredith said, focusing her eyes upon the spot just above his left ear. “It would be foolish if we allowed this scandal to bring us a lifetime of unhappiness.”
“A lifetime, dear Meredith?” His mouth twitched. “That is a bit overdramatic. A simple no to my proposal would have sufficed.”
Her common sense told her she had done the right thing, had given him the only reasonable answer possible. Yet why did she feel like such a coward? There was a mocking half smile upon his lips, but for just an instant she thought she had seen a flash of hurt—or maybe it was disappointment—in his eyes.
She put her tongue firmly between her teeth and held herself rigid as the marquess stood. He kept his eyes pinned to hers as he deliberately adjusted his clothing, the clothing she had mussed during their kisses. To her dismay, she found it necessary to blink several times in order to contain the sudden emotion that had sprung to her eyes.
“I thank you for your visit today, my lord.” She dipped into a low, graceful curtsy.
He shot her a searching glance. When she failed to respond, Trevor gave a curt nod of his head, turned on his heel and left the room without a backward glance. She listened intently until she heard his footsteps fade from the hallway, strained mightily to hear the front door being opened and then closed behind him.
She wondered if and when she would see him again and realized it might not be for a very long time. And if they did meet by chance, it would certainly be in a room filled with people. In all likelihood, she would never again be alone with the handsome, dashing marquess.
Strange. The reality of that made her feel hollow and empty, almost to the point of desolation.
 
 
Hoping to settle her nerves, Meredith took a long, hot soaking bath after dinner. Reclining lazily with her head propped on the edge of the porcelain tub, she let the steaming water seep into her bones in an effort to ease some of the tension. But while the soothing waters had some effect on her body, they could do nothing to ease the torment that clouded her mind.
She sought her bed soon after her bath and drifted through hours of fitful slumber, until a noise outside her bedchamber drew her awake.
It began as a low rumble, then escalated to a persistent drone. Meredith rolled over on her side and tried to ignore the sounds, but they persisted. It was a conversation. Low and hushed and whispered, but echoing through the cavernous hallway and into her room. Puzzled, Meredith looked toward the bedchamber door, and heard it again.
There were at least two, perhaps three different voices. She thought one of them might be her maid, Rose, but could not be certain. Tired and out of sorts from lack of sleep, Meredith pushed back the coverlet, climbed from her bed, and padded barefoot to the door to investigate.
She yanked open her door, fully prepared to chastise whoever stood in the hallway at this unmentionable hour of the early morning, but found it empty. Frowning, she poked her head out and glanced furtively up and down the corridor.
There was no one in sight. Questioning her eyesight, as well as her hearing, Meredith squinted intently into the darkened hallway.
“Who’s there?” she called out suddenly, nearly jumping when she heard the loudness of her own voice breaking through the quiet.
There was no answer. Meredith blinked, then saw a shadow move at the end of the hallway. A cold shiver of apprehension ran up her spine. “Show yourself at once!” she commanded, thrusting her hands deep into the pockets of her nightgown to hide their trembling.
“Beg pardon, my lady,” a quivering female voice replied. “ ’Tis only me, Rose.”
“Who is with you, Rose? Will they not show themselves too?”
Rose turned her head and whispered something to her companion.
“ ’Tis me, Lady Meredith,” a proper male voice announced.
“Perkins?” Meredith stepped back into the shadow of her doorway to avoid being seen by her butler in her nightgown.
“I apologize if we woke you,” Perkins said.
Meredith moistened her dry lips with her tongue. There was something in the butler’s tone and manner that disturbed her. “Is something amiss?”
“Oh, my lady.” Rose rushed forward, her face a mask of fear. “ ’Tis Lord Fairhurst and Mr. Jason.”
Meredith stepped forward. “What has happened?”
“Nothing,” Perkins said, as he too came forth. “A harmless incident below stairs has been given far too much attention and dramatic interpretation.”
Perkins gave Rose a pointed stare, and Meredith saw the glimmer of fear in Rose’s eyes flare.
“Please explain,” Meredith demanded.
Perkins sighed. “Apparently a member of the staff noticed your brothers leaving the house a half hour ago and became concerned. The ensuing commotion woke several other servants, and I was called upon to set things to right. I assure you the matter is under control.”
“Leaving the house? Surely they were mistaken. This is the time of the morning my brothers generally return home.”
The butler gave her a strange half smile and shrugged his shoulders. Meredith quickly glanced over at her maid. Rose’s hands were by her sides, but they were clenching and unclenching fistfuls of her skirt.
“What are you not telling me?”
“There’s going to be a duel!” Rose blurted out in a horrified whisper. “Lord Fairhurst and Mr. Jason are going to avenge the insult to your honor. One of your brothers will fight the Marquess of Dardington and the other will act as his second.”
“Rose!” Perkins cast a sharp look of reprimand at the maid, but the maid appeared too distracted to notice.
“George, the stable boy, heard Mr. Jason’s valet tell the coachman and he told Roberts, the underfootman, and he told—”
“Idle kitchen gossip,” Perkins interrupted. “I instructed Rose not to disturb you with such drivel. I apologize for interrupting your sleep, my lady.”
Meredith barely heard the butler’s apology. Could this possibly be true? Her brothers were not known for their level heads, but even they would not be so foolish as to engage in an illegal and possibly deadly ritual. Meredith looked sharply at her maid. Rose was in most instances a levelheaded woman, yet she was on occasion prone to exaggeration. And she did have a real love of gossip.
Still, there was no doubt the maid’s agitation and fear were very real. Meredith’s stomach tingled with the rush of sudden fear. “Is it true that my brothers have left the house, Perkins?”
The butler nodded solemnly.
“Where have they gone?”
“I do not know.”
There was a crack in the butler’s rigid countenance, and Meredith’s fear heightened. “Well, someone in the household must know their whereabouts. I want every servant questioned. Immediately.” She turned to her maid. “Rose, you must help me dress. Assemble the entire staff in the drawing room. By the time I appear below stairs, I want to know exactly what is going on.”
Fighting her rising panic, Meredith allowed Rose to dress her, but the haste in completing her toilet made no difference. All that could be confirmed after questioning the entire staff was that the duel was to take place at dawn. None of the servants had any idea where.
“I am sorry, Lady Meredith,” Perkins said regretfully. “Perhaps Lord Fairhurst or Mr. Jason’s valets could have been of some assistance, but they are well and truly gone. I checked their sleeping quarters myself.”
Raw emotion filled Meredith’s heart as a feeling of total helplessness swept over her. But she tamped down the emotion. She must think! Lives depended on her acting quickly and rationally. “I must do whatever I can to stop this lunacy. Where, in your opinion, is the most likely location for this ... this event?”
Perkins looked miserable. “Since the activity is not looked upon with great favor, these incidents often occur on private estates. Considering the hour of the morning the gentlemen left the house, they could not have been traveling too far out of London. There might be time to catch them, if you knew where to look.”
“Then I must discover where to look,” Meredith declared grimly. “And quickly.”
She summoned the coach and waited impatiently for it to be brought out, all the while trying to decide who she could call upon for help. Her mouth curved in an ironic frown when she realized her first instinct was to call upon the Marquess of Dardington.
A chill went through her as she stepped onto the deserted street. Meredith’s eyes hastily scanned the quiet, sleepy mansions that lined the square and came to rest on an impressive stone structure three doors down.
It belonged to the Duke of Shrewsbury, but Meredith distinctly remembered that Julian Wingate had told her he was residing with the duke, who was his maternal grandfather, while in town. Did she dare call upon him at this uncivilized hour?
Meredith’s coachman’s knock upon the front door of the duke’s home was answered by a hastily garbed butler who looked most annoyed at the interruption. Peeking behind the drawn shade of the carriage, Meredith held her breath as the two servants exchanged words.
“Mr. Wingate is not at home, but his valet has agreed to speak with you,” the coachman reported when he returned to the coach. Meredith let out a sigh of relief.
After what felt like an eternity, the valet at last appeared, with a mulish expression and a scornful attitude. Meredith’s hopes plummeted, but she refused to be defeated. Opening the carriage door wide, she graciously invited the valet inside the coach.
“You are so kind to see me,” Meredith said softly. “I’m afraid I must beg your indulgence in a most delicate matter, Mr.—”
“Hawkins, my lady,” came the stiff reply.
Meredith folded her hands in her lap and looked steadily at him. “Do you have any siblings, Mr. Hawkins?”
“A sister,” the valet answered in a surprised tone.
Meredith let forth a small grin of relief. “Ah, then you understand the obligations of family. I love my twin brothers dearly and fear they have put their lives in grave danger. I’ve heard rumors of a duel that is to take place sometime this morning, involving my brothers. I was hoping Mr. Wingate might be able to tell me where this will occur.”
Hawkins’ eyes narrowed. “My employer does not engage in illegal activities.”
“I apologize if you misunderstood,” Meredith added hastily. “I never meant to imply Mr. Wingate was involved in any way. Yet I would suspect a gentleman of Mr. Wingate’s stature certainly knows about such things. And you, as his valet, would naturally be privileged to the same information.”

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