Chapter 21
Lucy arrived in the escort of a footman early Sunday morning before tea. She and Emily walked to the bottom of the garden before either of them felt safe to talk. Then they plopped down on a bench where they could bask in the sun and breathe in the fragrance of the tiny triangles of herbs planted by an artistic gardener’s hand.
“I found out who your fiancé is,” Lucy whispered.
“Bluebeard?”
“No one quite that ominous,” Lucy said with a shudder. “But bad enough, really, for a girl who has led your sheltered life.”
“Do I strike you as sheltered?”
“You’ve never gone to France for a dress fitting, and you’ve never sailed to Cornwall on a yacht.”
“I’ve never visited London, either,” Emily said, leaning down to pinch off a sprig of thyme.
“I assume that will soon change.”
“Why?”
“It’s Boscastle headquarters. Your betrothed’s family is infamous in town.”
“I’ve never heard of them. But, then, I only met him the night before last. I don’t even know what he looks like in the light.”
“You don’t exactly resemble Urania, either.”
“That’s one of the things that worries me. It was bad enough placing myself at the mercy of a brash Scotsman with an ever-so-nice voice. But who does he think he’s marrying?”
“He’ll have the surprise of his life when he sees you face-to-face,” Lucy said, adding hastily, “A pleasant surprise, that is.”
“He looked shocked when he saw me without the wig. Is his family that notorious?”
“My stepmama says that scandal shadows their every step. That goes for the ladies, too, but the gentlemen are worse. You wouldn’t believe their history—recent history.”
“I might if you would tell me. Besides, I’d believe anything after this experience.”
“Abduction, duels, a bride who jilted herself at the altar and is now the family’s matriarch. One of Damien’s cousins opened the Academy for Young Ladies in London and ended up marrying a mercenary who ended up becoming a duke.”
“Which made her a duchess.”
Lucy sighed. “Society adores them. You might adore him in time, too.”
“There is little I could do to save myself. It isn’t as if I can break off the engagement.”
“Break it off?” Lucy asked incredulously. “My stepmama only wanted you to know so that you’d keep a tight grip on him. And—”
Emily gasped, rising from the bench. Deep masculine laughter wafted through the garden, and there, greeting her father at the front steps, stood the earl. “He’s here! He looks so different. So—”
“He looks so fine,” Lucy whispered. “Did he get taller?”
“No. Yes. He’s leaner. And his hair—what a sinful shade of black.”
“He doesn’t have a red beard.”
“He doesn’t have any beard at all,” Emily said, wishing she could see more of his strong bone structure. And his eyes. No. She would avoid their spell today, or she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. “What should I do, Lucy?”
“Ask whether he has an eligible cousin or brother somewhere in England who would suit your dearest friend.”
“I will promise you this.” Emily tucked the sprig of thyme behind Lucy’s ear. “If I am still alive three months hence, I shall summon you to London for a husband hunt.”
“You aren’t in any real danger, are you, Emily?”
“I might be,” Emily said, biting the inside of her cheek. Had anyone in Hatherwood’s history ever known a moment of true fear?
“Then it was gallant of the earl to ask for your hand so that he could protect you.”
Emily shrugged, her gaze drifting again to Damien’s arresting figure. Not only did he stand out in a crowd, but even the sunlight seemed to pay homage to his appeal. It deepened the hollows of his hard face and glinted on his soft blue-black hair. And even though he appeared to have lost some girth, his elegant jacket displayed the broadly proportioned shoulders that had shielded her last night. Just watching him shrug at someone’s remark, hearing his deep laugh at another, electrified her. How unfair that he had become more handsome than when he was in disguise.
How much harder it would be to resist the devilish smile that he turned on her without warning. His eyes traveled over her, from her face to her slippers, openly warm and sensual. She returned his playful smile with one of her own before she could curb the instinct.
He was wickedness and danger in the form of one irresistibly self-possessed gentleman. And suddenly she realized that she needn’t worry about saying the wrong thing. Everyone was staring at him and vying for his attention. She would go unnoticed until he formally approached her. At least the respite allowed her nerves to settle.
With a twinkle in his eye that promised trouble, he gave her another smile and turned back to the gentlemen who crowded around him, asking his opinion on everything from the weather to his political views.
She would have loved to eavesdrop.
“He could have had you locked away in some dark Scottish castle if he chose,” Lucy whispered. “I daresay that in the long run that would be a lot easier and less expensive than a marriage of inconvenience.”
“How morbid of you,” Emily said with a tight smile. “Think of your father building that tower for your mother. You should honor her memory, at least. Aren’t castles supposed to be romantic?”
Lucy looked so instantly guilt-stricken that Emily wished she could take back her words. “I didn’t mean to sound cruel. The tower was an act of love.”
“A dark castle isn’t. You’re right. Maybe he will lock me away, except that he isn’t Scottish, which doesn’t mean he couldn’t lock me up in a manor house.”
“Now I shall cry.”
“I’ll cry with you. I miss my mother every hour of the day.” She reached for Lucy’s hand. “Forgive me.”
“Always. How dull my life would be without your frequent sins to forgive. And now I’m going to lose you.”
“I won’t go that far away, Lucy. We can visit each other, can’t we?”
Lucy sniffed. “There will never be anyone like you, Emily.”
Emily took Lucy’s hand. She should have apologized more, but all of a sudden a row of vehicles appeared in the drive. Lady Fletcher’s phaeton was one of the first to arrive. Lucy gasped.
“I forgot to tell you,” Lucy said behind her fan.” My father is bringing Lord Ardbury along for tea.”
Emily swallowed over the tightness in her throat. “Does Damien know?”
“I assume so. Don’t be alarmed if Ardbury asks everyone whether they’ve encountered any gypsies in the area, or are missing any valuables.”
“Gypsies?” Emily said, then she nodded in understanding. “I haven’t seen any in months.”
“Apparently everyone is convinced that they robbed us last night at the party,” Lucy said. “Diana is ever so convincing. I almost believed her myself.”
“I didn’t realize that there were gypsies at the party,” Emily said, slowly strolling forward. “Did you notice any?”
“Oh yes. There was that fortune-teller’s tent by the brook.”
Emily stared straight ahead, her heartbeat accelerating. “Did you visit it?”
“Of course. She couldn’t give me a good reading. The wind blew down the tent.”
They glanced up together as the gentlemen who assembled on the steps moved as one into the house. Damien paused. For a moment Emily thought he was about to turn in her direction. Her heart hammered in expectation. But at the same instant, Lady Fletcher and four other matrons emerged from the garden and veered toward the bench that sat beside the stone entrance steps.
“Nothing was really stolen from your house?” Emily whispered to Lucy, relieved and yet disappointed at her reprieve. It was only a matter of minutes before she had to face the rogue and put on a performance to convince everyone he was the love of her life. Somehow she thought it would not be as difficult as she’d feared.
“Diana hid a few things to cover for you,” Lucy said softly.
“To make me appear to be a house robber? Thank her for me.”
“She did it for us, Emily.”
“The gentlemen have abandoned us for their somber conversation,” Lady Fletcher said, as Emily and her stepdaughter approached the ladies seated before them.
“Is anything wrong in the village?” Emily asked in an appropriately distressed voice.
“Only that you have been deceiving us with your delicious secret, Emily.” Lady Fletcher glanced meaningfully at the house. “Wherever did you find him, and how did you manage to keep him to yourself for this long?”