The Wild Wellingham Brothers: High Seas To High Society / One Unashamed Night / One Illicit Night / The Dissolute Duke. Sophia James

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      What else had he been? A would-be lover, a man whom she could trust and respect and like.

      Like? Too tame for what now raced inside her and yet with the ghost of her father hanging so baldly between them nothing else could be possible.

      Nothing.

      She saw he kneaded his thigh with the fingers on his left hand and chanced the opening.

      ‘Do you have a cane, your Grace?’

      ‘A cane?’

      ‘For your leg. Perhaps if you took your weight off it…’

      He stopped rubbing immediately.

      ‘My uncle had a cane once. A fine one, carved in ebony. He had hurt his knee at Waterloo and found the stick to be invaluable.’

      God, how many more clues could she safely give him?

      One more.

      She took in a deep breath and spoke.

      ‘Walking sticks are actually quite a passion of mine. I collect them, you know.’

      She did not let the pained look on his face dissuade her.

      ‘I have twenty from all parts of the world.’

      ‘Fascinating.’ The tone he used intimated that he found the subject anything but.

      ‘Indeed, your Grace, it is.’ She was grateful for the dark and for the movement of the coach. ‘If you had any at Falder, I would be pleased to look at them for you to give you some idea of their value.’ She felt the thick beat of duplicity in her throat when he did not answer and the look in his eyes was one of singular calculation.

      She should not have gambled on his intellect. Already she could see the wheels of his brain turning and so she was not surprised by his next question.

      ‘Would it be a cane by chance that you are looking for at Falder?’

      ‘No.’ She met his question directly as the lights of his home came into view. As the carriage began to slow he lifted her gloved fingers into his.

      ‘What happened to your hands? Are they also a part of the mystery of Emma Seaton?’

      ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘Do you not?’ he chided, the soft light in his eyes hard and flat. ‘If I looked into the records of the Haversham family, where exactly would you be placed in relation to Miriam?’

      Taking a breath, she pulled her hand away and tried to rally. Lord, if he was to do that…

      ‘I am her niece, as I believe you already know.’

      ‘I see,’ he returned as the lights of Falder flooded the carriage. All around there now stood servants, waiting. Emerald was pleased when the first footman seemed to take her smile as a signal and moved forward to open the door.

      An escape.

      Gathering the skirts of her gown, she hurried from the coach. The ruse was up. She knew it. When Asher backtracked into the depths of her family history, he would have his suspicions confirmed that there was no cousin called Liam Kingston. And he would also know that Miriam’s only brother was Beauvedere Sandford Louden. It would take him but a moment to work out the rest.

      She would have to forgo her searching and be gone from Falder at the first possible opportunity. The map offered riches, but discovery could mean prison. She had failed in her quest and now there was little else to do but return home.

      A tight feeling of absolute uncertainty engulfed her.

      Ruby and Miriam.

      How on earth could she protect them?

      Asher roamed the hills above the ocean, cursing the note in his pocket, the note he had found beneath his door when he had returned to his room in the hours after dawn. Emma Seaton was gone.

      Back to London.

      Back to Jamaica.

      Back to God knew where.

      The horse beneath him whickered and pranced and he stilled her with a quiet whisper, hating the way his mind kept replaying the feel of Emma’s skin beneath his hands.

      He wanted her. That much was plain. He wanted her like he had never wanted any woman before. Even with Melanie he had not experienced this white-hot flash of passion, this desperate uneasiness. And the way she responded to him…

      ‘Stop it.’ He said the words out loud, surprised by the gut-tearing anger in them. Emma Seaton was a thief and a liar and a threat to his family. He had given her a chance to trust him, after all. More than a chance. If it had been anyone else, she would have been thrown out after the night he had seen her dressed in the lad’s clothes in front of his dead wife’s picture.

      Why had he not, then?

      He knew the answer even as he posed the question.

      Because he admired her. She was so unlike any other woman who had ever made his acquaintance that she threw him somewhat and he doused down the urge to place his hands around her neck and strangle the truth out of her.

      Why would she not trust him?

      What had she to hide?

      He swore into the gathering wind and turned his horse for home.

      Lucinda met him in the front portico and she did not look pleased.

      ‘Emmie is gone.’

      ‘Emmie?’ He had not heard her called that before.

      ‘She was my friend. She told me her friends called her Emmie. She said that I could too and now she has gone.’

      ‘Did she tell you why she went?’ He could barely keep the irritation from his voice.

      ‘No, she did not have time, though she did leave this note for me.’ She handed him a small piece of paper to read.

      Miriam and I need to return to London. Thank you for letting me borrow the clothes and jewellery.

      ‘I do not think she went of her own free will, Asher. I think you were cross with her. I think she reminds you of a time when you used to laugh and enjoy life and so you frightened her off somehow…’

      ‘That’s enough.’ The whiplash of his words shook Lucinda visibly and she turned towards the stairs, but not before snatching her note back.

      ‘She may be gone from Falder, Asher, but you can’t forbid me to see her in London, for I like her, even though you are determined not to.’

      He watched her as she flounced up the stairs, the letter tightly held in her hand and the promise of rebellion in the staunch set of her shoulders. Life had not burdened her yet, he thought as he made СКАЧАТЬ