Historical Romance – The Best Of The Year. Кэрол Мортимер

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      She shrugged off his hand.

      ‘How far do you intend to carry this joke, sir?’

      ‘Joke?’ His voice was icy. ‘I do not know what you mean, madam. It was Martlesham who played the joke.’

      ‘And you have repaid him. He was quite shocked when you said the marriage would stand.’

      ‘Yes, his reaction was delightfully amusing.’

      ‘You have had your fun, sir,’ she said coolly. ‘Now I pray you will abandon this charade.’

      ‘Oh, it is no charade, madam. I am in deadly earnest.’

      She stared at him, a cold hand clutching at her heart when she saw his implacable look.

      ‘But—but you never meant to marry me. You cannot want me for your bride.’

      ‘Why not? As I told Max, I have to marry sometime, and you are as good as any other wife.’ His eyes swept over her, as if stripping her naked and she felt a hot blush spreading up through her body. She realised for the first time how fully she had put herself in this man’s power. She summoned up every ounce of indignation to respond.

      ‘That is outrageous!’

      ‘Outrageous or not, madam, you should have considered every possibility before you gave yourself to this plan. You married me, for better or worse. There is no way back.’

      * * *

      Unsettled by the look of horror on his companion’s face, Gideon closed his eyes and feigned sleep. He was still furious at being duped into marriage, but he had some sympathy with his bride. Knowing Max, he suspected that pressure had been put on the chit to comply. But she could have declared herself in church, if she had really objected to the whole thing. No, he would punish her just a little more.

      He wondered what they would find when they eventually reached Elmwood Lodge. Carstairs had almost choked on his wine when Gideon had reminded him that he had offered it—obviously no one had expected the marriage to go beyond the wedding ceremony, so no arrangements had been made. While everyone had waited for the bride to change her gown a rider had been despatched to Elmwood on a fast horse to notify the servants that a bride and groom were on their way.

      How soon after they arrived he would call a halt to this masquerade Gideon had not yet decided.

      * * *

      When the carriage turned into the gates of Elmwood Lodge sometime later it was immediately apparent that the news of their arrival had been received with enthusiasm. The open gates were decorated with ribbons and as they bowled up to the entrance an elderly couple appeared, the man hurriedly buttoning his livery. Gideon recognised Chiswick, the butler and man of all work, and the woman following him in her snowy apron and cap was his wife and housekeeper of the lodge.

      ‘Oh, lord,’ Gideon muttered as the door was wrenched open. ‘We are properly for it now.’

      ‘Welcome, sir, madam! We are delighted you have come to Elmwood Lodge.’ Mrs Chiswick almost hustled her husband out of the way as she greeted them with an effusion of smiles. ‘If you would care to come into the parlour, you will find cakes and wine set out there, and a roaring fire. If we’d had more notice then the rest of the rooms would be ready for you, too, but they may take a while yet, although I have sent for Alice from the village to come and help me.’

      Gideon jumped down and turned back to help his bride to alight. She did so silently, looking pale and dazed. He pulled her hand on to his sleeve and followed the still-chattering housekeeper into the house. The large, panelled hall had been hastily decorated with boughs of evergreens and spring flowers. Gideon’s heart sank: the couple were clearly overjoyed to be entertaining a pair of newlyweds. He felt the fingers on his arm tremble and absently put his hand up to give them a reassuring squeeze.

      More early spring flowers adorned the wainscotted parlour where a cheerful fire burned in the hearth and refreshments were set out on the table. Gideon waited until his garrulous hostess paused for breath, then said firmly, ‘Thank you, Mrs Chiswick. We will serve ourselves.’

      ‘Very well, sir. And...’ She turned to look out of the window. ‘Do your servants follow you?’

      ‘No, we are quite alone.’

      ‘Ah, of course.’

      Her understanding smile brought a flush to Gideon’s cheek and he dared not look at his companion to see the effect upon her, but as soon as they were alone he said, ‘I beg your pardon. When Max told me your servant was remaining at Martlesham to look after your mother I thought it best to leave my man behind, too. Now I see that it has given rise to the very worst sort of speculation.’

      ‘Very natural speculation, given the circumstances.’

      Her calm response relieved his mind of one worry: she was not going to fall into hysterics. Yet he should not have been surprised. She could have no proper feeling to have lent herself to this madness in the first place.

      He retorted coldly, ‘These circumstances, as you describe them, are very much your own fault.’

      ‘I am well aware of that.’

      She took off her hat and gloves and untied the strings of her cloak. When he put his hands on her shoulders to take it from her she tensed, but did not shrug him off. He was standing so close behind her that he could smell her perfume, a subtle hint of lily of the valley that made him want to drop his head closer still, perhaps even to bend and place a kiss upon the slender white neck exposed to his view.

      Shocked at his reaction, he drew back. This woman was nothing to him—how could he even contemplate making love to her? But the idea lingered and it disturbed him.

      Gideon threw her cloak over a chair with his own greatcoat, placing his hat and gloves next to hers on the small side table. His temper was cooling and he was all too aware of their predicament. Perhaps it was not too late to remedy that. He dashed out of the room. He found the butler crossing the hallway and called to him as he ran to the main door.

      ‘Has the coach gone? Quickly, man!’

      ‘Y-yes, sir! As soon as you was set down. We took off the baggage and they was away, wanting to get somewhere near home before nightfall, there being no moon tonight.’

      Gideon yanked open the door and looked out at the empty drive.

      ‘But that was only minutes ago. We must fetch it back. There must be a horse in the stables you can send after it.’

      Startled, the butler shook his head.

      ‘I’m afraid not, sir. There’s only Bessie, the cob, but she pulls the carts and has never worn a saddle in her life. I suppose old Adam could harness her up to the gig...’

      Staring into the gathering darkness, Gideon realised it would be impossible for them to call back the carriage now.

      ‘How far is it to the nearest town, or even the nearest inn?’

      The butler looked at him with astonishment and Gideon thought grimly how it must look, the bridegroom wanting to run away before his wedding night! However, the truth СКАЧАТЬ