Beware Of Virtuous Women. Kasey Michaels

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      Callie considered this, then said, “Perhaps if you had first stuffed your cheeks with sugarplums?”

      Eleanor smiled as she continued to bend over her embroidery. It was so good to have Morgan home with them after so many months away, but if her baby didn’t come soon even Eleanor would be harboring a few fears that the girl would simply explode on her own, and not need Odette’s midwifery.

      “What was that? Fanny, Callie, sit down and be quiet. I think I heard something. Elly? Did you hear anything?”

      Eleanor stood and walked over to Morgan, gently pushing her back down into the chair. “We don’t want to appear to be too anxious, Morgan. It’s bad enough we’re all sitting up with you, just as if we don’t expect them all to be fine. Ah—now I hear it, too. They’re back. Everyone, do your best to appear unconcerned.”

      Fanny and Cassandra had already picked up their cards again, and Eleanor was once more bending over her embroidery frame as the Becket men entered the drawing room to catch Morgan in the middle of a prodigiously overdone yawn.

      “Oh. Look who’s back,” Morgan said, “and none the worse for wear. Although, darling, could you possibly manage to wipe that ridiculous grin from your face?”

      Ethan Tanner, Earl of Aylesford, pulled at the black silk scarf tied loosely around his throat and lifted it up and over his mouth and nose. “Better, darling?” he asked, then bent down and kissed her rounded belly. “Up late, aren’t you, infant?”

      “Are you referring to me or the baby? Come here, let me hold you. I know you were enjoying yourself romping about playing at freetrader, but I haven’t had a peaceful night waiting for you.”

      Eleanor watched, glad for her sister’s happiness and yet somehow sad at the same time, as Morgan yanked down Ethan’s mask and grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him close for a long kiss on the mouth.

      “At it again, Ethan?” Rian Becket said as he stripped off his gloves and accepted the glass of wine Fanny had fetched for him. “I think I should point out that the damage is already done.”

      Cassandra giggled, which drew the attention of Courtland Becket. “Been chewing on your hair again? And what are you doing down here at this hour? Get yourself upstairs where you belong.”

      Eleanor hid a sympathetic wince as Cassandra’s pretty little face crumpled at this verbal slap and the child plopped herself down on one of the couches, to sulk.

      Didn’t Courtland know how desperately Cassandra worshipped him? Or perhaps he did, poor man. “Court? Does Papa know you’re back?”

      “He does. We came up the back stairs from the beach,” Courtland told her, pouring himself a glass of claret. “And, before you ladies ask, the run was completely uneventful.”

      “You may say that, Court,” Ethan said, sitting perched on the arm of the chair, holding Morgan’s hand. “If it’s uneventful to you that we had to evade the Waterguard and make land two hours behind schedule.” He lifted Morgan’s hand to his mouth, kissed her fingers. “God, but it makes your blood run, darling. I’ll have to do this more often. Can’t let everyone else have all the fun.”

      Morgan rolled her eyes. “Yes, of course. There’s nothing like a good smuggling run to liven your exceedingly dull and boring married life. You should go out on every run, really. And don’t you worry, I’ll be sure to tell our child what you looked like before the Crown hanged you in chains.”

      “Ha! I think we’ve all just been insulted, Court,” Rian said, pushing back his sea-damp black hair as Fanny looked at him, her heart in her eyes. “As if the Black Ghost could ever be caught.”

      Eleanor picked up her needle once more, not bothering to follow the lively exchange of jokes and verbal digs that were so commonplace in this rather wild, always loving clutch of Beckets. Like little boys, the men were still riding high on their excitement, and the girls were all more than willing to play their happy audience, even if that meant poking a bit of fun at them.

      Was she the only one who saw beneath the surface of that banter? Saw that Fanny believed herself in love with Rian, and that Cassandra’s devotion to Courtland was much more than that of a youngest child for her older brother and staunch protector?

      This was what happened when you lived in the back of beyond, isolated from most of the world. Siblings in name, but not by blood, as the Beckets had grown into the healthy animals they were, problems had been bound to arise.

      But not for her. Not for Eleanor. She was the different one, the odd Becket out, as it were. The one part of the whole that had never quite fit.

      Perhaps it was because she had been the last to join the family, and as a child of six, not as an infant or even as experienced as Chance and Courtland had been; already their own persons, older than their years when Ainsley Becket had scooped them up, given them a home on his now lost island paradise. She had landed more in the middle, and had been forced to seek her own identity, her own place.

      And that place, she had long ago decided, had been with Ainsley Becket, the patriarch of the Becket clan. She had made herself into the calm one, the reasonable one, the quiet voice of sanity in the midst of so many more earthy, hot-blooded young creatures who eagerly grabbed at life with both hands.

      The others would leave one day, as Chance had when he’d married his Julia, as Morgan had when she’d wed her Ethan. Spencer was also gone, his commission purchased, and he’d been in Canada the last several months, fighting with his regiment against America, much to Ainsley’s chagrin.

      No matter how loving, how loyal, one by one the perhaps odd but yet wonderful assortment of Becket children would leave Becket Hall. Much as they loved and respected him, they’d leave Ainsley Becket alone with his huge house and his unhappy memories of the life he’d loved and lost before fleeing his island paradise and bringing everyone to this isolated land that was Romney Marsh.

      But she’d stay. She and Ainsley had discussed all of that, in some detail. She would stay. As it was for Ainsley, it might even be safer for her to stay.

      Eleanor watched now as Rian recounted the night’s smuggling run to Fanny, who listened in rapt attention. As Courtland gave in and let Cassandra fuss over him, even try on the black silk cape that turned the sober, careful Courtland into the daring, mysterious Black Ghost. As Morgan and her Ethan whispered to each other, their heads close together, Ethan’s hand resting casually on her belly.

      Eleanor put aside her embroidery and got to her feet, barely noticing the dull ache in her left leg caused by sitting too long, her muscles kept too tense as she’d held her worries inside by sheer force of will. Her siblings, everyone, believed her to be so composed, so controlled…and never realized how very frightened she was for all of them, most especially since the Black Ghost had begun his nocturnal rides to aid the people of Romney Marsh.

      She left the drawing room unnoticed, her limp more pronounced than usual, but that would work out the more that she walked. By the time she reached Ainsley’s study, it would barely be noticeable at all, which would be good, because her papa noticed everything.

      The door to the study was half open and Eleanor was about to knock on one of the heavy oak panels and ask admittance when she heard voices inside the large, wood-paneled room.

      Jacko’s voice. “And I say leave it go. Cut our losses and find other ways, other people. There’s СКАЧАТЬ