Historical Romance – The Best Of The Year. Кэрол Мортимер

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      ‘My wife was fatigued,’ offered Gideon, his mouth lifting with the beginnings of a smile.

      ‘Indeed?’ Gwen’s eyes narrowed as she looked from one to the other, then she gave a little trill of laughter. ‘Heavens, but you both look very guilty! You have no need, my dears, I do not need to quiz you, since there is such an air of happiness about you both.’

      ‘So you are off to town this morning.’ said Gideon, changing the subject. ‘Where do you shop?’

      ‘Bond Street, of course.’

      ‘If you have time, perhaps you would call into Irwin’s, on Oxford Street,’ he suggested. ‘He was fixing a new band on my best beaver hat and it should be ready.’

      Gwen pulled a face, but Dominique said immediately, ‘Of course we can call there, Gideon. It is not too far out of our way, is it, Gwen?’

      Lady Ribblestone gave an elegant shrug.

      ‘No-o, we can as well look in the shops there as anywhere else, I suppose. And afterwards I shall take Dominique to Grosvenor Square for a little refreshment before I send her back to you in time for dinner.’

      ‘Excellent.’ Dominique pushed back her chair. ‘I will fetch my pelisse.’

      As Dominique walked past her husband he caught her wrist. ‘I have no objection to you spending whatever you need, my dear, as long as it includes at least one shift as outrageous as the one you wore last night.’

      Gwen laughed, but Dominique’s cheeks flamed and she almost ran out of the room, dragging Gwen with her.

      * * *

      Gideon drove the five miles or so into town at a steady pace, his mind as much on the events of the night as the forthcoming assignation. Dominique had surprised him yesterday. He stifled a laugh. She had said she deliberately set out to lure him and, by God, she had succeeded. From the moment he had seen her in that red gown, looking so delectable, he had been unable to think of anything else. He had even forgotten to warn his sister to cease her flirtatious behaviour or risk Anthony’s wrath. Perhaps there would be time to speak to her when she brought Dominique back from her shopping trip. Dominique. He could even call her by her rightful name now. How wrong he had been to treat her like some fragile creature who would break at the slightest chill wind, when in fact she was flesh and blood, as passionate as he. All those months of restraint, of keeping his distance, of believing she was responding to him only out of duty.

      He had thought that the passion they had shared on their wedding night had been a mistake, a heady mix of anger and nerves and wine. Since then he had done his duty, keeping his desires and his feelings buried deep, but it was a long time since he had thought of his wife as a burden, an inconvenience—his wife by mistake. When he had awoken this morning and found her asleep in his arms he had been overwhelmed by some deep, primitive emotion that he now recognised as a profound and all-consuming love. It had cost him something to leave her sleeping, when he had wanted to wake her and tell her of his revelation, but there would be time for that later. First he needed to meet Agnes, to look at those papers and see if they really did mean that Dominique and her mother were not penniless. He did not care a jot that his wife had no dowry, but he knew it mattered a great deal to Dominique and he valued her happiness and comfort far above his own.

      He took out his watch: eleven-thirty. He was in good time. He skirted Hyde Park and entered Piccadilly from the west, knowing that Gwen and Dominique were unlikely to come so far out of their way, especially now they were collecting his hat for him from Oxford Street. As on the previous day he left Sam with the curricle and went off alone into Green Park. Several couples were strolling there, but the area of trees where he was to meet Agnes was deserted. He was beginning to wonder if something had occurred to prevent her coming when he saw her hurrying towards him, her grey cloak pulled close, despite the warmth of the late May sunshine.

      ‘I beg your pardon, I was delayed.’ She pulled a packet of papers from under her cloak. ‘They are all there, including the letter from Coutts’ Bank. I hope you can use them to serve the earl a bad turn. Give ’im a bloody nose from me, Gideon.’

      ‘I shall do my best.’ Gideon glanced at the papers. He would need to study them, but not here. ‘Thank you, for these. What do you do now?’

      ‘I ain’t going back to the earl, that’s for sure.’ She folded her arms across her chest. ‘That’s why I was delayed. I sent my things off this morning and I mean to follow them.’

      ‘Where do you go?’

      She shook her head. ‘Best you don’t know, my dear. All I will say is that I am to catch the Holyhead mail.’

      Gideon frowned. ‘That sets off from the Bull and Mouth, doesn’t it?’

      ‘Aye, t’other end of Piccadilly. I left the earl’s carriage waiting for me on the south side of the park. By the time they realises I ain’t coming back I shall be long gone.’

      ‘It is still dangerous,’ said Gideon. ‘If the earl discovers what you are about, he is bound to search the coaching inns.’ He thought quickly. ‘The next stop will be where, Islington?’

      ‘Aye, the Peacock.’

      ‘Then I’ll drive you there. You will be safer out of town.’

      ‘That’s very kind of you.’ She shot a glance up at him. ‘Is it for old times’ sake?’

      He laughed.

      ‘No, but when you tricked me into marriage it was the best thing that ever happened to me, so you deserve something for that! Come along. Let us get you away from here.’

       Chapter Seventeen

      Dominique spent the carriage ride into town warding off her sister-in-law’s questions.

      ‘This is most ungenerous of you,’ protested Gwen, laughing. ‘You arrive at my party last night, looking so ravishing that no man has eyes for anyone else, then you steal away with Gideon before the tea tray is brought in! What am I to think?’

      ‘Whatever you wish,’ replied Dominique twinkling. Then, relenting, she laughed and blushed. ‘Oh, Gwen, it was wonderful. I really think he cares for me.’

      ‘Did he say so?’

      ‘Not in so many words, but I hope that will follow.’

      ‘Yes, I hope so, too,’ replied Gwen sincerely. ‘He was certainly very loving towards you this morning.’

      Dominique hesitated. ‘Perhaps you should try the same thing with your husband.’

      ‘I gave up trying to woo Anthony years ago. He is more interested in his politics than his wife. I have positively flaunted my flirts before him and he does not notice.’ Gwen’s mouth drooped and for a moment she looked very despondent, then she gave herself a little shake, and her generous smile reappeared. ‘But this is dismal talk when we have shopping to do. Madame СКАЧАТЬ