Chapter Twelve
On the brink of flying apart, at the edge of shattering, he was asking her something. For a moment, Rosa couldn’t make sense of his words.
He leaned forwards and licked and then sucked the place where his fingers were moments ago. She almost died from the spiralling pleasure. She wanted to die, to soar free of her body. But somehow he kept her tethered to him, enslaved to his tongue and the rough edge of his beard against her thighs.
A soft warm breath drifted across her heated flesh, bringing no relief, but a promise. ‘Tell me your family name, Rosabella.’
‘Pelham,’ she gasped, willing to do anything to be sure he wouldn’t stop now. Not when the end was so near.
He circled his tongue and she wanted to scream as he nudged her so close to the edge, then stopped.
‘The truth, Rosabella.’
‘Cavendish of Pelham,’ she surrendered. ‘I swear.’
He stilled, raised his head. Something hot flared in his eyes. Fury. ‘Earl Pelham is your father.’ He said it flatly as if the answer was moot and she had admitted to some dreadful crime.
She moaned and grabbed at his shoulders, trying to draw him against her fevered body. ‘He is my grandfather.’
His lips drew back in a grimace. ‘God help me. That I did not expect.’
The bitterness in his voice chilled her. ‘What do you mean?’
‘It means the matter is closed, child or not. The shackles are fastened.’
Before she could question him further, he had renewed his efforts with his tongue and her mind emptied of all but the need for fulfilment. He sucked at the hot swollen bud between her thighs.
She fell apart. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed through her.
Her reward for the truth.
Yet why did she have the sense it was also a punishment? Perhaps it was the hard set to his jaw as he drew her nightdress over her head and looked down at her nakedness. Or the way he roughly settled in the cradle of her hips and brought his hard flesh into her body, filling her deliciously. He drove deeper, and the ache he’d assuaged a few moments before, began again. If anything it was more intense. Slowly he withdrew, and she moaned at the thought he would leave her, fastening her legs around his hips, twining her arms around his neck to hold him close. He made a sound in his throat like a groan of defeat and thrust into her, deeper, harder, over and over. It was like riding the back of the wind in a storm, caught up in a vortex and circling higher and higher. All she could do was hang on tight and let whatever drove him carry her along.
He knew her name, had stripped her bare of her secrets, and now she was completely in his power.
She surrendered to his strength.
Lost herself in the pleasure he visited upon her.
Triumph filled his eyes along with regret.
A nerve jangled. She wasn’t a leaf to be picked up by a gale and tossed hither and yon where it willed. Passive was not in her nature. Nor was surrender.
He must suffer the consequences of the fire he had lit. Arms wound around his neck, she pulled herself up against a broad chest damp with sweat. The heat of him against her breasts spurred her on. She swirled her tongue in his ear, and his grunt of pleasure tugged at her core, even as she tilted her hips to meet his next driving thrust. Waves of pleasure once more caught her up. She nipped at his earlobe and, recalling the pleasure of his mouth on her skin, licked the salty skin, his corded neck and the soft part of his throat. She no longer received his driving force deep within her centre; she set the pace with the lift of her hips.
The rough sound of his breath against her shoulder increased in tempo. He sounded in pain. She ran one hand down his back, found the rise of his buttocks and the hard bone of his hip. As he withdrew to pound into her again, she slipped her hand between their bodies and found the base of his shaft and cupped the softness beneath, caressing there as he had played with her breasts.
‘Holy hell,’ he said in her ear. ‘You’ll make me…’ He caught her hand and pulled it free, returning to stroke and press her sensitive flesh at their joining.
Her body flew apart in pleasure. Her mind darkened, leaving only intense flashes of white heat in her veins.
Breathing hard, Garth pulled away, groaning as if it pained him to leave her, his body convulsing and heavy on her body, his forehead pressed against her shoulder. He rolled off to one side and a moment later she felt him rubbing her at her stomach with the sheet. She glanced down. ‘What is it?’
He shook his head wearily. ‘It is nothing. A bit of a mess.’ He looked…stunned.
He rolled on to his back and pulled her against his shoulder. ‘Rest. And don’t think for a moment about running off.’
The man really did like to issue orders. ‘Am I your prisoner, then?’
He gave a soft rueful laugh. ‘If you are, then I am also yours.’
An odd thing to say. She was too tired to question him further, but as her breathing slowed and her skin cooled, she shivered.
He reached down and pulled up the quilt, covering them both.
‘Do you want me to ask Pelham for the miniature?’
Oh, dear, now he finally believed her. Guilt racked her. She shook her head. ‘It isn’t there. It was a fool’s errand.’
By never saying the words out loud to another person, she’d somehow clung to the hope that Grandfather was wrong. That Father hadn’t thought his daughters unimportant.
The hot burn of tears welled up and, furious, she brushed them away. She would not believe it. Could not. Something had prevented him from keeping his promise. Something beyond his control.
It was just too cruel otherwise.
‘Why so many damned lies?’ Garth murmured on a long release of breath.
She frowned. ‘I wasn’t lying.’ Not all the time.
‘You lied about who you were. What you were.’
‘If you had let me alone, everything would have been fine.’
A scornful growl issued from his throat. ‘Would it? Or was it all part of a very clever plot?’
‘If it was a plot, it did not involve you.’
‘Really. Did you not pretend to be a widow? Did you not lure me to a deserted house and get yourself ruined? The consequences are obvious.’
‘Lure you?’ She almost choked on her anger. ‘You followed me. Next I suppose you will be blaming me for the rainstorm and the kisses. You are the seducer. And besides, it isn’t possible to ruin an opera singer.’
‘But you are not an opera singer. You are the granddaughter of Earl Pelham, the owner of the house you supposedly broke into.’
‘We are estranged. He refused me permission to search.’
He let go a huff of breath. ‘You can be sure he won’t be estranged when he learns I have you in my bed. He’ll insist that we wed.’
Why did he sound so smug? It wasn’t as if he wanted this marriage.
‘Believe me, Grandfather won’t care one iota what happens to me.’
‘The ton will care. It was bad enough I seduced an innocent, but an innocent noblewoman… I’m sorry, there is no other choice. Not to mention you might be carrying my child.’ He said the last with an edge of bitterness.
A child. The idea of her own children had always been something she had treasured. He made it sound like a terrible burden. Something to be grimly shouldered. She shivered more violently.
He pulled the quilt higher up her shoulders. ‘Shall I ring for a fire?’
Her shivers had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. It was in her heart she felt cold, in her bones. ‘You don’t want to marry me any more than I want to wed you—why not wait until we are certain there is a child? If there is not, we can go our separate ways.’
An odd expression passed across his face—not anger, it was too hard and cold for that. His lip twisted a fraction, but she had the feeling his scorn was not aimed at her, but rather at himself, as if she’d touched a sensitive spot. ‘You were willing to be my mistress. Why not my wife? You will not find me ungenerous. You will have whatever you want. Jewels. Money. Whatever your heart desires, within reason.’
Within reason. What fell within the realm of ‘within reason’? ‘I have debts. Responsibilities. More than you know.’
‘I see,’ he said in a chilly voice.
‘You don’t see. My sister was ill. I borrowed from a moneylender to pay the doctor and their school fees. I needed a singing role to pay him back.’
‘As your husband, your debts become my debts. Your responsibilities become mine.’
‘It would be a marriage of convenience.’
‘Yes.’ He seemed not to see anything wrong with it.
‘I wanted a love match.’ Spoken in relation to this man it sounded ridiculous. She stared at him defiantly and, heaven help her, secretly hoping.
‘There you go again.’ He shook his head with a grimace of distaste. ‘All women spout about is love, when all they need is a man who will provide the necessities of life.’
‘By necessities I assume you mean food and heat and a roof. What about a man who will be faithful and true? A man who will share joys and sorrows? A helpmeet?’
He shifted as if the very idea made him uncomfortable. ‘Without food and heat and a roof, a person cannot survive. Especially not a child.’
‘A child cannot survive without love.’
At that he laughed outright. It had an ugly ring to it. ‘I don’t know who filled your head with such tales, but children survive all the time without love. Use your head. Look around you. Men only care about satisfying their lust and getting an heir. If they could do the last without getting married, they would.’
‘It broke my father’s heart when my mother died. He loved her and he loved his children.’
‘Then why make no provision for you?’
Silent, she stared at him.
‘He should have,’ he said. ‘But not out of love. Out of duty and honour. Love is merely a figment of overwrought female imagination.’
‘You are awful,’ she whispered, but the cold feeling spreading into her stomach was the fear he was right. Fear that the love she remembered, clung to, held on to like a child clinging to its mother, was all her own creation.
A myth.
‘I simply tell the truth,’ he said.
She would not let him destroy her beliefs. ‘You are wrong.’
Another twist of his lips. ‘All right, then, name your price for this marriage. Anything in my power to give.’
What she wanted most in the world was to know her sisters would have a future. Have the chance to choose a man for love, not out of desperation. For Sam to see a doctor without fear of the debtors’ prison looming over their shoulders. Could she give up their futures while she searched for the perfect man? A man who would love her back, when she had so much love inside her to give.
It wouldn’t be fair to them, when she could solve everything right now.
And for her there would be physical passion with this man. Nights like tonight. She’d been attracted to him from the first, and if what she’d thought was love was merely infatuation, if she never let it become more than that, wouldn’t it be more than bearable? Wouldn’t it be more than many women of her class experienced?
He must have seen the weakening of her resolve, her acceptance, because he stroked her shoulder, a sort of solace because he knew she’d give in.
He looked just too smug about her succumbing to his superior male logic. A hot buzz built up in her veins. Anger. The same anger that had driven her to the moneylender, so she would not have to listen to the doctor lecture her about the money she owed.
An anger tainted with the desire to salvage what little pride she had left.
‘You spoke of giving me whatever I wanted in exchange for this marriage. These are my terms, then. Pay my debts. They are considerable. Pay for a come-out for each of my sisters and provide them with a reasonable marriage settlement and I will agree to be your wife. But if there is to be no faithfulness on your side, then there is no need for any of this.’ She gestured vaguely at the bed.
As he stared at her, the gleam in his eyes an acknowledgement that he’d won, a slow seductive smile curved his beautiful mouth. Her insides clenched, unable to resist his allure.
‘I will agree to all but the last,’ he murmured. ‘As my wife, I expect you in my bed.’ The smile broadened, became wicked. ‘I promise I won’t force myself upon you, but I defy you to resist me.’
Her unruly stomach tumbled over. Resisting him seemed to have been out of the question from the moment she saw him on Lady Keswick’s terrace. But she would not submit without a fight. ‘Nothing you can do could induce me into your bed.’
‘Are you so sure?’ He bent his head and brushed her lips with his. Softly. Sweetly. Her heart tumbled with longing.
Longing for more than physical attraction.
It was not to be. And for the sake of her sisters, she must endure.
She turned her face away. ‘Very well. If that is part of the price, I will agree. But I want our agreement in writing.’
He laughed. ‘Good for you. It seems you have learned something after all.’
Instead of learning about love, she had learned the art of striking a bargain, if she dared trust him to keep his word. Her father hadn’t kept his word and she’d trusted him. A bitter taste filled her mouth. ‘Then once the contract is signed the matter is settled.’
Cold enveloped her.
Garth really couldn’t blame her for her misgivings or her wariness. He’d done his best over the years to ensure that even the most desperate of matchmaking mothers wouldn’t accept him, even if he crawled on his belly.
Fortunately, she’d shown him the cards in her hand and he’d played to them. Debts.
Large enough to make her desperate.
Even so, she’d bravely held her ground for longer than he had expected. Was there something behind her reluctance? Had Penelope revealed the circumstances of his birth? Mark knew. Had he told his wife? His back teeth ground together. Dammit, he didn’t care if she knew or not. The agreement was set.
She could think what she liked of him. He’d had his unworthiness drummed into him since he was a child. No woman had the power to hurt him, because he didn’t allow himself to feel. And if he produced a son as a result of his carelessness, then he’d find another way to make it up to Kit. He might be able to break the entail. It wasn’t as if his brother was relying on the title or the land, it had just seemed the right thing to do. A way of making up for stealing his brother’s birthright.
He glanced down at his wife to be. She looked none too happy. Might as well deliver all the bad news. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it right. ‘About the singing.’
She looked hopeful.
‘If you want your sisters to make good marriages, it is out of the question.’
Her face fell. The urge to comfort her took him by surprise.
‘There are lots of hostesses who have musical evenings. Once they hear your voice, I am sure you will be invited to sing, not for money admittedly, but people will want to hear you nonetheless.’
He hoped. Most of the ton’s hostesses shunned him as if he carried a disease. His own fault. Once he’d learned the truth about his birth, he’d shunned them and their trumped-up mores.
He would have to tell Rosabella that he wasn’t exactly considered good ton, but not until after the wedding. He wouldn’t give her an excuse to refuse him. Which was madness, since he should be glad she didn’t want to wed him. No. Not madness. No child of his would suffer what he had gone through.
‘Or we could have our own,’ she said more cheerfully. ‘You could invite your friends.’
His friends, most of them, were not the sort of men he wanted meeting his wife. He would have to enlist Mark’s help.
Or he could ask his mother.
He’d sooner be roasted on a spit over a slow fire than ask his dear mother for anything.
Too bad Kit had left England. He was probably the one person who would be happy to help, even if he was the person who should resent Garth the most. But Kit was abroad, so Mark it was. He hated asking his friend for help, when it seemed he had troubles of his own.
‘If you are having second thoughts,’ she said, pulling her nightgown on over her head, ‘I really would be quite happy to rejoin the opera company.’
Could she read his mind? He gritted his teeth. ‘I am not having second thoughts. I am just thinking about the best way to go about this.’
She leaned down and picked her discarded dressing gown from the floor. She turned her back and put it on, effectively distancing herself. He pretended not to notice, but rose naked from the bed and picked up his robe from the chair. He shrugged into it.
‘First thing in the morning, I will visit your grandfather and request his permission to wed you.’
‘Why? He cares nothing for what I do.’
‘Because it is expected and right. And it will help stem malicious gossip. I assume he has guardianship of your sisters until they are of age?’
‘No. He wanted nothing to do with us when my father died. I am their guardian.’
The whole thing was odd. To leave a young woman with so much responsibility and no wherewithal to carry it out. No wonder she had debts. ‘How old are you?’
‘Three and twenty.’
She said it as if that made her a woman of the world. ‘You are little more than a child.’
She shot him a glare and he wanted to laugh, but decided against it. He had her where he wanted her and women were unpredictable when their tempers were aroused. They threw things or cried. He hated tears. ‘Then we’ll ask for his blessing, if not his permission. He’ll give it, because he won’t want his name bandied around as the man who let his granddaughter be ruined.’
Suspicion filled her expression. ‘Do you have enough money to make good on your promises right away? My sisters’ need is urgent.’
‘I do. Give me a list of your debts first thing in the morning and my man of business will see to them immediately.’ Kit hadn’t kept his financial brilliance to himself and his generosity had filled Garth’s coffers very nicely, despite an expensive and dissolute lifestyle. He’d made sure of it for Kit’s sake.
‘Thank you.’ The words sounded heartfelt and full of relief. A considering expression crossed her face. ‘There is one other thing you could ask of my grandfather.’
Ah, here it came. The real reason for her sneaking around in Gorham Place. ‘What?’
‘My mother’s chest and my father’s writing desk. I’d like to have them as mementos.’
Surprised, he stared at her. Why would she want old furniture? Mementos of parents who had abandoned her? He shrugged. ‘I’ll ask.’
She glanced around his room. ‘Am I to stay at your house until we are married? It would probably be better if no one knows I am here. Unless you think it won’t matter?’
He hadn’t thought. And it did matter. She would have enough trouble with the high sticklers, without throwing their odd arrangement in their faces. ‘You are right. We will have to keep your presence here a secret. You won’t be able to be seen in public until we are wed, I’m afraid.’
‘Won’t your servants gossip?’
‘You will find them very discreet.’
‘I suppose they have to be.’
A niftily placed barb. He gritted his teeth. ‘Indeed.’ He glanced down at the pile of rags on the floor. The breeches and shirt she’d worn from the theatre. ‘Where are the rest of your clothes?’
‘I only brought one gown with me from Lady Keswick’s house. It is at my lodgings in St Giles, with my valise.’
‘I’ll collect it in the morning.’
She nodded. ‘Thank you.’
He put an arm around her shoulders. ‘Now, sweet betrothed of mine, let us go back to bed.’
She shook her head. ‘Not until after our contract is signed.’
The hackles on the nape of his neck rose. ‘Are you afraid I won’t keep my part of the bargain?’
‘Is it likely?’
She didn’t trust him and he didn’t blame her one bit. ‘No. Not likely, until I am tired of teaching you the art of lovemaking. That isn’t going to happen for a very long time.’ He brushed her mouth with his, then nipped her lip.
For all that she was trying to hide her desire, her eyes grew slumberous.
His body sprang to life. Impossible as it seemed, he was more than glad he was marrying this woman, even if it did ruin his plans.
All he had to do was make sure he didn’t take any chances. Keep firm control and spend outside of her body so if it turned out she wasn’t with child, everything would be perfect. He could have what he wanted and still keep to the promise he’d made to himself the night Christopher left England.
He gazed at her lovely face. She looked weary, as if she hadn’t slept well for many nights.
He reached out and took her hand and led her to the bed. ‘Lie in my arms and sleep. Tomorrow we will begin our explorations anew.’
He felt exceedingly pleased when she smiled and let him help her on to the bed. He wasn’t a boy without control; he could lay with her, enjoy the feel of her, without touching.
In time, she would come to trust him.
Garth awoke with a start to the sound of a clock chiming six somewhere below. His usual time to awake no matter what his activities the night before. He generally went riding in Hyde Park before it became crowded with people wanting to talk.
He rolled on his side to watch Rosabella curled up facing him, her cheek pillowed on her hand, breathing deep and untroubled. She looked like a child. Twenty-three. Viewed from his years of profligacy, she was terribly innocent, yet seemed much older, more self-assured than most of the débutantes he’d carefully avoided all these years.
A smile tugged at his lips. Clever enough to catch him in her web of lies and deceit. Why didn’t he care? Not that he’d let her deceive him again.
In winning her over, he’d made some promises that would not be easy to keep. No riding today. First he’d visit Mark and, depending on the outcome, would move on from there.
He hopped out of bed and went to his dressing room, where his valet was already waiting.
‘Good morning, my lord,’ Callen said.
‘Good morning, Callen. The lady in my bed is to be treated with the utmost respect since she will soon be your mistress and my wife.’
Callen’s jaw dropped. ‘Y-yes, my lord.’
‘I will inform the other servants on my way out.’
Callen bowed and began stropping the razor. ‘May I offer my congratulations, my lord?’
Garth looked at him for a minute. Tested whatever it was unfurling in his chest. The pleasant knowledge of sharing his life, his hopes and ambitions, as well as his bed. Waking up beside Rosabella had apparently filled a void he hadn’t known existed.
Surprised, he sat down in the chair in front of the mirror. ‘Yes, Callen. I believe congratulations are indeed in order.’
After a visit with his man of business to ensure he had enough ready funds on hand to pay off Rosabella’s debts when he received her accounting, Garth found himself at Mark’s front door in Golden Square, confronting his friend’s cheery butler. ‘His lordship isn’t available to callers.’
Garth forked over a crown. ‘Nonsense, Steed. He’ll see me.’ He pushed inside the door.
‘Wait here,’ the butler said, pointing to a carved wooden chair against the wall. ‘I’ll enquire if he is up.’
Garth followed the man down the hall, practically stepping on his heels, and was through the dining-room door before the man could speak.
Mark was eating breakfast, dressed and ready for the day. ‘Off to the Home Office?’ Garth asked, sitting down and helping himself to a piece of toast.
Mark glared at him, then nodded at the butler. ‘That will be all, Steed.’
The man withdrew and closed the door.
‘How’s the chin?’ Mark growled, setting his paper aside.
Garth touched his jaw. ‘Never better.’ He reached for the coffee pot.
‘Why the hell didn’t you bring my wife home when you found her?’
Still brooding about that. Still suspicious. Garth leaned back against the chair and grinned at the surly face of his friend. Mark had grown possessive since his marriage and Garth couldn’t resist the urge to needle him. ‘You mean you wanted me to manhandle your wife kicking and screaming into my carriage? Or perhaps you wanted me to seduce her into coming back to London with me?’
Mark straightened. ‘You put one finger on my wife—’
‘I was more concerned about not allowing anyone else to put their fingers on her. Not that she showed any interest,’ he added hastily as Mark started to rise. He had no wish to drop Penelope in the soup. He didn’t care a fig about the girl. She was a stupid little chit who didn’t recognise a good man when she found one. They never did from his observation over the years. But he didn’t want to see his friend hurt so he kept his own counsel about Bannerby.
Mark sank back on to his seat. ‘It’s a bloody mess. She refuses to say why she went there in the first place. Or who she was meeting.’
‘I don’t think she was meeting anyone. She turned up with Maria Mallow. You know what a troublemaker she is. Where were you?’
‘On a mission for the Home Office. I had to escort a woman to Yorkshire. She had information about these troublemakers at the mills. I had to talk to some people she knows.’
‘A woman?’
Mark absently rearranged the cutlery set out before him. ‘Yes, a woman. Damned if I like the idea, but she’s well placed with the ringleaders.’
‘You don’t think Penelope saw you with this woman?’
Mark’s head shot up. ‘Of course not. Do you think I’m an idiot? I took every precaution to ensure the mission was secret.’
‘Maybe she doesn’t like you keeping secrets. After all, aren’t you two supposed to be in love?’
What the hell was he doing, asking that sort of question? He didn’t believe in love. Damn Rosabella and her sentimental talk. He put up a hand when Mark opened his mouth to reply. ‘It’s none of my business. I came to ask for help.’
The door opened. ‘Mark? Oh!’ The lady of the house gasped. ‘I didn’t know you had company.’
Penelope looked from Mark to Garth and he was surprised to see the shadows in her pretty green eyes. And there were circles beneath, like bruises. All was not well. No wonder Mark looked so morose.
‘It’s only Garth,’ Mark said. ‘Come to ask a favour. I was about to tell him to go to hell.’
‘Didn’t you tell me once you owed Garth a great deal?’ she said quietly. ‘Wasn’t that the reason you insisted I accept him as your friend when we married?’
Good Lord, was she supporting him against her husband? Now there was trouble in the making. Garth shot to his feet. ‘Consider all debts paid in full.’
‘Wait,’ Penelope said. ‘There is something I have been wanting to tell you, Mark.’
Her husband shook his head, his mouth in a grim flat line. He was clearly dreading what she would say next.
‘If it wasn’t for Garth being his usual horrid self, I might have made a very serious mistake in Sussex. He didn’t just try to convince me to go home, he stood between me and another man.’ She twisted her hands together. ‘I was angry at you leaving me alone, Mark, and I might have done something I regretted for the rest of my life, but I didn’t, because of Garth.’
The tension in Mark’s shoulders eased. ‘What man?’
‘Nothing happened, Mark. It is over.’
Bloody hell, his friend had actually thought…despite his truthful denial. His word of honour. ‘I ought to put out your daylights,’ Garth said.
‘I won’t try to stop you,’ Mark said. ‘I’m sorry for thinking the worst.’
Wasn’t the worst what everyone thought? Even Rosabella, when he was trying to do the right thing. The fault of the reputation he’d carefully cultivated all these years. ‘No harm done.’ He stuck out a hand and they shook.
‘Did you find Mrs Travenor?’ Penelope asked. ‘I liked her, she was very kind. She has a wonderful voice, Mark. I couldn’t think why she dashed off to London that way, but I do hope she is all right.’ She looked at Garth expectantly.
Surprised, Garth stared back. He hadn’t expected her to care about anyone but herself. ‘She is why I am here. We are going to be married.’
If he had fired a pistol in the room, there wouldn’t have been as much shock on their faces.
‘Damn it, Garth,’ Mark said finally. ‘You certainly know how to surprise a fellow. Who is this woman?’
‘Where is she?’ Penelope asked at the same moment.
‘With me,’ Garth said. ‘To cut a long story short, she is not a widow, has never been married, and she’s a Cavendish. Pelham’s granddaughter. Not knowing any of that, I… Well, things got out of hand.’
‘You ruined her,’ Mark said bluntly.
Garth gazed at the fresco around the ceiling. ‘It is more complicated than that, but in the eyes of the world, yes.’
‘Oh, dear,’ Penelope said.
Garth paced around the breakfast table. ‘The thing is, if any word of this gets out, she will never be accepted in society. It will be bad enough that she is married to me.’
Mark raised his brows in tacit agreement.
‘She will need a respectable sponsor.’ He winced. ‘And I need somewhere for us to be married in a hurry.’
‘Why not ask her grandfather?’
‘He is not amenable to such an arrangement.’
Mark nodded. ‘Irascible old gentleman, Pelham. I’ve seen him in action in the House.’
‘Rosabella has two sisters and eventually she wants them to make a splash in society. I said I would help, but honestly, without some respectable female taking her under her wing, she doesn’t stand a chance. None of the old biddies will so much as glance at her if she is my wife.’
‘I’ll do it,’ Penelope said.
Mark looked at her askance.
‘Please, Mark. We both owe Stanford our gratitude.’
‘Where is she now? Blackheath?’
Garth’s discreet little town house, recently vacant. ‘Not the kind of place one takes a prospective wife,’ he said, recalling what had happened when Kit took Sylvia there. ‘She is here in town.’
‘With your mother?’
‘God, no.’
‘Perhaps you could enlist Lady Stanford’s help?’ Mark said. ‘She is well in with all the old biddies.’
Garth wouldn’t ask her for a bandage if his life’s blood was draining out on the floor. He shook his head. ‘She would never agree.’
Penelope said nothing, she just gazed at her husband with those big green eyes of hers, eyes that seemed to melt her husband, but left Garth feeling cold.
He wasn’t going to force his friend into helping him. ‘I’ll leave you to finish your breakfast in peace.’
‘No. Wait,’ Mark said. ‘We can help. Lord knows, I owe you. Again. But whatever we do, I will not have a breath of scandal attached to my wife.’
‘More scandal,’ she said with a tired little smile, but she lifted her chin and squared her shoulders.
Garth wondered if there wasn’t more to the green-eyed miss than he’d first thought. ‘There is one slight problem.’
They both looked at him. ‘The people at Lady Keswick’s house party are going to recognise her.’
Mark looked grim. ‘Wonderful. The same people who saw Penelope there. All we can do is brazen it out.’
While he sensed disharmony between this newly married pair, they seemed to have come to some sort of truce and were prepared to come to his aid. For Rosabella’s sake, he wasn’t going to delve any deeper. ‘I am in your debt. Here is what I need.’
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- Overload
- White lies(Rescues (Kell Sabin) series #4)
- Heartbreaker(Rescues (Kell Sabin) series #3)
- Diamond Bay(Rescues (Kell Sabin) series #2)
- Midnight rainbow(Rescues (Kell Sabin) series #1)
- A game of chance(MacKenzie Family Saga series #5)
- MacKenzie's magic(MacKenzie Family Saga series #4)
- MacKenzie's mission(MacKenzie Family Saga #2)
- Cover Of Night
- Death Angel
- Loving Evangeline(Patterson-Cannon Family series #1)
- A Billionaire's Redemption
- A Beautiful Forever
- A Bad Boy is Good to Find
- A Calculated Seduction
- A Changing Land
- A Christmas Night to Remember
- A Clandestine Corporate Affair
- A Convenient Proposal
- A Cowboy in Manhattan
- A Cowgirl's Secret
- A Daddy for Jacoby
- A Daring Liaison
- A Dark Sicilian Secret
- A Dash of Scandal
- A Different Kind of Forever
- A Facade to Shatter
- A Family of Their Own
- A Father's Name
- A Forever Christmas
- A Dishonorable Knight
- A Gentleman Never Tells
- A Greek Escape
- A Headstrong Woman
- A Hunger for the Forbidden
- A Knight in Central Park
- A Knight of Passion
- A Legacy of Secrets
- A Life More Complete
- A Lily Among Thorns
- A Masquerade in the Moonlight
- At Last (The Idle Point, Maine Stories)
- A Little Bit Sinful
- A Rich Man's Whim
- A Price Worth Paying
- An Inheritance of Shame
- A Shadow of Guilt
- After Hours (InterMix)
- A Whisper of Disgrace
- A Scandal in the Headlines
- All the Right Moves
- A Summer to Remember
- A Wedding In Springtime
- Affairs of State
- A Midsummer Night's Demon
- A Passion for Pleasure
- A Touch of Notoriety
- A Profiler's Case for Seduction
- A Very Exclusive Engagement
- After the Fall
- Along Came Trouble
- And the Miss Ran Away With the Rake
- And Then She Fell
- Anything but Vanilla
- Anything for Her