Page 7 of The Taming of the Countess

CHAPTER SEVEN

T he Duchess of Worthingstone’s winter ball was a grand affair. Sprigs of holly and mistletoe were decked all over the room, and a tall fir tree adorned one corner, gleaming with candles. Evangeline had worn an emerald-green gown, and her maid had tucked pearls into her hair.

She should have worn an ugly gown tonight, but part of her didn’t want to look hideous. Lord Penford would be here tonight, and despite all her efforts to create distance between them, something had shifted. He’d said that he didn’t want to be her enemy. And after he’d received the note—whoever it was from—he’d come to see her immediately.

It implied that he did care about her. And she didn’t know how to sort out those feelings or what she wanted to do now.

But somehow, she wanted to look beautiful. It was another gauntlet of sorts, as if to remind Penford that she could be a desirable woman, even if he never wanted to court someone like her.

Lord Davonshire was also here tonight. Although Evie had joked with Lily about him being Lord Delicious, something about the man unnerved her. At first, she’d believed it was her own attraction. But then, it was clear that he had no interest in her. It wouldn’t surprise her if the man was still trying to win Lily’s hand, despite her betrothal to Arnsbury.

Although Davonshire was smiling and behaving as if he were enjoying himself, she noticed him meeting Adrian Monroe’s gaze. There was an unspoken conversation happening between them, and her suspicions rose. Did they know each other?

She’d spent very little time with her distant cousin Adrian, but she’d heard from idle gossip that his debts hadn’t improved much. Honestly, she was surprised that her aunt Victoria had invited him. Adrian wasn’t well liked by anyone in the family because of his arrogance.

She knew she shouldn’t care what the men did. Whatever the two men were plotting, it had nothing to do with her.

And yet, her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to know more about why he was here and what he and Lord Davon-shire were doing.

As a distraction, she slipped beside the crowd of young ladies, choosing a spot near the fir tree where she could hide herself and eavesdrop. Sometimes, being a wallflower had its advantages.

‘Did you hear about Lord Arnsbury?’ one of the ladies whispered. ‘They say he’s a bastard, and Mr Monroe ought to be the earl instead.’

Evangeline frowned and utterly dismissed the rumours. There was no chance of Arnsbury losing his title, especially after his own father had acknowledged Matthew as a legitimate heir. No, this was about publicly under-mining him. Adrian was behind it, she was certain. But what did he hope to gain? Was he trying to build an inheritance for himself by insinuating that he was the rightful heir? The very idea was ludicrous.

‘ I heard that they revoked his invitations to every ball except this one,’ the other woman said slyly.

‘I still don’t know why the duke and duchess invited him,’ another responded.

Evie had heard enough, and none of it mattered—there wasn’t much that anyone could do about idle gossip. All she could do was warn Lily and Lord Arnsbury.

She started to move away from the fir tree, when she overheard the first young woman saying, ‘Well, if Mr Monroe is now the heir to an earldom, I think we should be introduced, don’t you?’

‘I don’t know,’ the other answered. ‘I saw him escorting another young lady. The one from India.’

Something within Evangeline went cold. Though it was entirely possible that this was a coincidence, her skin tingled. Why would Adrian Monroe escort a young woman from India? Who was she, and why was she here?

It seemed entirely too suspicious.

Evie decided she’d had enough of being a wallflower. And more than that, she’d respected James’s privacy long enough. If this woman had a connection to his secrets—or even Matthew’s—she wanted to know about it. And that meant confronting him right now.

The earl stood beside Lily, but his gaze was searching. She stepped out from behind the fir tree, and he met her glance with his own. He was staring at her as if he wanted to cross the room to her—and yet, he remained in place.

For a moment, she was bewildered at the look in his eyes. It was rather difficult to hold on to her resolve and confront him when he was looking at her like that…as if he found her beautiful.

Don’t imagine something that cannot happen , her mind warned.

But she couldn’t stop herself from drinking in the sight of him. Lord Penford was still incredibly handsome, and his stare did something to her insides, making her self-conscious.

Just as she was about to turn away, she saw Adrian leaving the room with another man she barely glimpsed. She sent a look towards Penford, hoping he would read her unspoken request. With a nod to him, she hurried towards the doorway, not even knowing what was about to happen. It was likely nothing more than her own curiosity. But she felt an innate need to find out what the men were up to and how it all connected together.

She pressed her back against the wall, straining to listen. Their voices were low, and from this position, she couldn’t tell what they were saying. Then she heard the sound of another door closing.

At last, she saw Penford approaching. He’d caught her hint, thankfully.

‘Psst—’ She tried to catch his attention. Confusion lined his face, but she slipped through the doorway and beckoned for him to follow. If they didn’t hurry, she’d never discover what the two men were plotting.

She picked up her skirts, tiptoeing towards another room, but Penford stopped where he was and waited. Didn’t he understand how serious this was? She beckoned again, but he only rested his hands on his hips and stared at her.

Of course, now he decided to doubt her intentions. Did he think she was trying to get him alone? She rolled her eyes and tiptoed back to him. ‘You need to hear this.’

But he wasn’t moving at all. Her time was running out, so she lied, ‘It affects Lily.’

‘Are we eavesdropping, Miss Sinclair?’ There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

‘Yes. Now are you coming, or are you intending to abandon your sister in her hour of need?’

At that, his gaze narrowed. Why did he have to be difficult now? She took him by the hand and led him to a nearby room.

‘Do you even know where you are going?’ Penford asked.

‘They are inside the library,’ she whispered. ‘I thought we could go in the adjoining room.’

‘They?’ He followed her this time, and she silenced him with a finger to his lips. She led him into the music room, closing the door behind them.

Though every part of her knew it was dangerous to be alone with him, her curiosity overcame propriety. The adjoining door was not properly set upon its hinges, and from the crevices along the edge of the doorway, she could clearly hear the conversation of the two men.

When the earl leaned in closer to catch what they were saying, she tried to ignore the sudden flare of interest. But she was fully aware of his large body overshadowing hers and the lean strength of him. For a moment, her thoughts drifted to the vision of what it would be like having a man like this on top of her, his bare skin pressed to hers.

Her skin turned scarlet at the thought, and a tug of need caught her from deep inside. She forced herself to concentrate on the conversation. Some of their plotting made little sense, but then she caught the last part of Monroe’s words.

‘I have a surprise for my cousin this night,’ Monroe said. ‘One that will drive him past the brink of sanity into madness. It has taken a great deal of time and effort, but I have no doubt it will work. Everyone will be shocked at his behaviour, and it will lend credence to my claim that he is incapable of handling the estates due to his mental state. I will be permitted to govern Arnsbury on his behalf.’

She paled at his words, realising this this ‘surprise’ was very likely tied to the woman from India. Did Matthew or James know her? Or was it merely a coincidence?

‘Good,’ the other man answered, his voice sounding more relaxed. ‘We can then repay our debtors.’

‘ I can repay my debts,’ Adrian corrected. He paused as if admiring his own efforts. ‘I have been waiting a long time to gain the property that should have been mine.’

There came a slight cough from his companion. ‘And what of my debts? I thought we were working together.’

‘You may pick up the pieces of Lady Lily’s broken heart,’ Monroe said drily. ‘She has a good dowry if you can win her hand. Let her pay your debts, for I don’t care what happens to her now.’

From behind her, she could feel the tension in James’s body at the mention of his sister. He strode towards the door of the music room, but Evangeline put herself in front of the entrance, shaking her head. She didn’t want him trying to confront the man—not yet.

He started to push his way past her in the hallway, but Evangeline caught his hand. ‘Wait a moment.’

There was a click of the library door opening, and she suddenly realised there was no time. The men would know they’d been eavesdropping unless she did something fast. Anything to make it seem like they weren’t spying.

Just as she saw Monroe leave the library, she drew James’s head down and kissed him. Thankfully, he was too stunned to protest. At first, he hadn’t responded, and she felt like a complete fool for throwing herself at him.

He doesn’t want you , her brain warned.

But she couldn’t stop the kiss just yet. At least not until the men left.

Then, without warning, he responded to her gently. His kiss was a reminder of what had once been between them. Evie drank in the sensations, and heat roared through her. She clung to him, as every part of her yielded to him, craving the sensations he’d given her so long ago. And God help her, it was every bit as wonderful as the first time.

‘Forgive me,’ Lord Davonshire said before the door closed again.

Only then did she gather her senses enough to pull back. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered to Penford, after Davon-shire was gone. ‘But… I was afraid they would suspect we were eavesdropping. It was the only thing I could think to do that would explain why we were here alone.’

Her cheeks heated with embarrassment that she’d thrown herself at him. From the stoic look on his face, he appeared utterly unmoved by what she’d done. It was as if nothing at all had happened.

When she tried to take a step back, he held her waist with one arm. His gaze was unreadable, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. ‘It has been a long time, Evangeline.’

She didn’t miss the pity in his voice. It ruined her pride to realise that he hadn’t truly wanted her to kiss him. He’d played along with her deception, and that was all. And now she had to face the fact that nothing had changed in two years.

‘I know it,’ she answered. She couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking, and right now, she felt unbearably humiliated. ‘And I shouldn’t have done that at all.’

His gaze remained locked on hers, but he didn’t deny it. It was the reminder she didn’t want to face—that she still had feelings for James, but he didn’t feel the same for her.

James started to lead her back to the ballroom, and she whispered, ‘I—I saw the other man,’ Evangeline whispered. ‘It was Lord Davonshire.’

He frowned and nodded. ‘I will protect Lily from them.’

‘Will you speak with Lord Arnsbury?’ The earl needed to understand the threat and the gossip spreading about him. Though Evie didn’t believe a word of it, rumours could cause trouble for Matthew and Lily.

He nodded. ‘And I want you to come with me, Evangeline. You can warn Lily in case she won’t listen to me.’

There was a waltz playing, and she realised belatedly that Penford intended to dance with her. He led her into the steps, pressing his hand against her spine. Though she knew that dancing was the most logical reason why he might be walking so close to her, she couldn’t think of what to say to him now.

I’m sorry for kissing you… What good would that do? Her cheeks were still flushed with humiliation.

‘The kiss wasn’t that bad, was it?’ His deep voice held a hint of amusement, as if he were trying to put her at ease. It was the first time, since his return, that he’d teased her.

But she couldn’t joke about this, no matter how hard she tried. Though she had done her best to push aside old feelings, James was her weakness. Perhaps he always would be.

‘No.’ She closed her eyes for a moment and admitted, ‘It was that good.’

The kiss had reminded her that no matter how much time had passed, there was still a spark between them that she couldn’t deny. Even if she was the only one who felt that way.

The intensity in his eyes unnerved her, making her wonder if she was wrong. Right now, he looked as if he wanted to claim her mouth a second time, and she didn’t know what to think or say. Except that she wanted him.

It was physical attraction, nothing more, Evie told herself. She never should have kissed him, opening that Pandora’s box.

‘Why didn’t you marry someone else while I was away?’ James asked. He guided her closer towards Matthew and Lily.

‘Not many men would have me,’ she admitted. At least, not at first. Not until she had taken command of Aphrodite’s Unmentionables and expanded their fortunes. ‘Because of my family’s…business. And the others were only interested in my money.’

It was still the same, even after two years. No one cared about the woman behind the wealth.

‘You are a beautiful woman with a good dowry,’ he reminded her. ‘It’s what every gentleman wants.’

The words came across as mercenary, though he might not have intended them that way. But she felt compelled to remind him of the truth that pained her, even now. It hurt to confess, ‘Not even you wanted me, Lord Penford.’

James said nothing at first, but she caught a trace of regret in his eyes. A moment later, his attention was drawn to the other side of the room, and his posture went rigid with fury. He let out a low curse beneath his breath.

She couldn’t tell why. ‘What is it?’

‘Go back to your parents,’ he ordered. His expression turned grim, and he continued, ‘I know exactly what Adrian is intending. And if Matthew sees that woman…’

She suspected he was referring to the woman from India that she’d heard the other ladies talking about. From Penford’s tone, it sounded as if she was connected to his past—and something was very wrong. An unexpected wave of protectiveness slid over her, and she asked, ‘What can I do to help?’

She could try to find the woman or search for more answers. Anything, truly.

‘I have to stop him.’ He glanced around and added, ‘Tell a footman to summon Lord Arnsbury’s carriage. I need to get Matthew out of here before he sees her.’

‘Before he sees who?’ She needed to know who the woman was and why her presence was such a threat.

But James offered nothing except to repeat his request. ‘Please go and summon the carriage. I will tell you every-thing later.’

* * *

Evangeline did as he asked and ordered Lord Arnsbury’s carriage to be brought out. Then, she waited while James went to talk to Matthew, who was holding a glass of lemonade. While he began explaining the conversation they’d overheard, Evie decided to keep a close eye on Lily. She scanned the ballroom, searching for a sign of her friend, and at last, she saw her on the opposite side of the room, speaking to a woman with dark hair. The woman wore a dove-grey gown with two flounces, and a moment later, the two women walked towards the terrace.

She was fairly certain that this was the woman who held a connection to James’s travels in India. But why did the woman matter? What was this all about?

‘Lord Penford,’ she interrupted. ‘I think we should go to your sister. I saw Lily on the terrace, and she—’

‘Yes, I agree,’ Matthew interrupted. But before the two men could take another step, Adrian blocked their path.

Evie suspected it was a deliberate attempt to keep them away, so while the men began to argue, she seized her chance to go after Lily. If nothing else, she could warn her friend. She hurried towards the terrace, eager to reach them.

But just as she passed a narrow alcove, a hand seized her wrist.

‘Good evening, Miss Sinclair,’ a familiar voice said. Evie tried to wrench her hand away, but Lord Dunwood’s grip remained firm. ‘I was hoping we could talk.’

The viscount’s timing couldn’t have been worse. And the last thing she wanted was for him to continue a courtship that was a waste of their time. It was time to stop being polite and to start being direct.

‘Let go of me, or I will scream,’ she warned.

‘There’s no need to cause a scene and ruin your aunt’s ball,’ he said softly. ‘Come into the hallway where we can talk freely.’

She filled her lungs with air, but before she could call out for help, he released her wrist and stepped back. ‘I haven’t given up on you, Miss Sinclair. And while I admire your spirit, I think it’s time you accepted my suit.’

‘Are your ears broken?’ she demanded. ‘I have told you time and again that I shall never marry you. Put the idea out of your head.’

His smile unnerved her. ‘Now, Miss Sinclair, there’s no need to be so unreasonable. A marriage to me will give you the title you so desperately need. You will become Viscountess Dunwood, and my name will open every door to you.’ He paused a moment and added, ‘It will help diminish the scandal of your family’s business.’

Except she was proud of their business. Evie liked having her independence and feeling as if she had a purpose. But she was starting to realise his intent. He was trying to keep her isolated, probably so it would be enough of a scandal that he could force a marriage between them. And then, she realised she was in her own sort of danger.

Her mother was busy talking to her sisters, and she hadn’t seen her father in a while. Everyone else in the ballroom was focused on something else, and she needed to get out of the hallway.

‘I care nothing for titles.’ She started to move past him, but Lord Dunwood blocked her path.

‘I haven’t finished speaking to you.’

‘Well, I have. ’ She gave him a shove, but he caught her by the shoulders and covered her mouth with his hand. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled as he shoved her inside her uncle’s study.

Evangeline glanced around, searching for another way out—but he was standing in front of the only door.

She tried to scream, but he kept his hand firmly gripped upon her mouth. It sounded as if there was a commotion of sorts happening outside the study, and she was afraid it involved Lily and the woman from India. No one would hear her, even if she did manage to scream.

Think. Her uncle might have something she could use as a weapon. Evie no longer cared about what anyone thought—this had gone well past the bounds of propriety, and she was now looking to defend herself by any means possible.

There were large candlesticks on the fireplace mantel that she might be able to use. But then, her gaze shifted towards a pair of duelling pistols on the desk. It appeared that her uncle had been cleaning one of them. It wouldn’t be loaded, of course, but perhaps it would deter Lord Dunwood.

She stopped fighting against him, and let her body become slack. Her sudden weight startled the viscount, and she slipped from his grasp. She caught herself at the desk before she could stumble to the ground and moved towards the hearth.

He laughed at her. ‘Clever, aren’t you? But it really doesn’t matter now. Your father has been alerted, and he will find us together here. You’ll have no choice but to wed me.’

She made no move but continued talking. ‘I always have a choice. Call me ruined, if you will, but my father won’t force me to do anything I don’t want.’

He took a step backwards towards the door and turned the key in the lock. Then he tucked it inside his waistcoat pocket.

‘Then perhaps you do need to be ruined, Miss Sinclair. For daring to be so defiant.’

Her heart began pounding, and she realised that he had truly slipped past decency into madness. ‘Are you that eager for my dowry that you would attack an innocent woman?’

‘For a dowry such as yours, I would stop at nothing,’ he said quietly. He unfastened his jacket and set it upon a chair.

Her mind began working rapidly, and the moment he stepped closer, she seized the duelling pistol and aimed it at him. ‘Put the key back in the lock.’

‘Or you’ll do what?’ he taunted. ‘The pistol isn’t loaded.’

‘I will pull the trigger,’ she promised. ‘And we’ll find out, won’t we?’ It was a terrible bluff, for she didn’t believe it was loaded, either. There was no reason for it to be. She doubted if there were any bullets within the study. Most likely the pistol was decorative.

‘Put the weapon down, Miss Sinclair,’ the viscount ordered.

‘Put the key back,’ she countered. Then she filled her lungs with air and called out as loudly as she could. ‘Help! Someone, help me!’

But even if someone did hear, they couldn’t get in without breaking the door down. Her skin had gone cold, her heart still pounding.

No. She refused to stand here and be his victim. She had to distract him however she could.

But then, he reached for the first button of his trousers. And she understood that he truly would stop at nothing.

Evie cocked the weapon, and it was then that she saw the faint traces of gunpowder upon her fingers. Though it might have been the remnants of an earlier use, she wasn’t entirely certain. Would the duke actually keep a weapon loaded here? It occurred to her that if the pistol was truly loaded, she could indeed make her escape. But she would have only one chance—and that meant taking a terrible risk.

When the viscount unbuttoned another button of his trousers, she understood that they were past the point of reason. Although she didn’t truly want to shoot him, she saw no other choice.

‘Put down the pistol, Miss Sinclair,’ he commanded again. ‘We both know it’s useless to you.’

When he lunged for her, she aimed the weapon at his feet and squeezed the trigger. To her shock, the gunfire was exceptionally loud, and Lord Dunwood dropped to the floor bleeding. She’d shot him cleanly in the foot.

‘You bitch,’ he cursed. ‘I’ll see you hanged for this.’

He clutched his foot, just as Evie reached into his waistcoat pocket and snatched the key. ‘You should be grateful I didn’t aim at your chest.’ With that, she unlocked the door and hurried from the room.

To her shock, she realised everyone was outside. Had anyone even heard the gunshot? She wasn’t certain what was happening, but her father found her and took her by the hand.

‘I thought I’d heard a shot,’ he said. ‘Evie, what in God’s name have you done?’

At that, she began sobbing. Her father stepped inside the study and saw Lord Dunwood bleeding and groaning with his trousers unfastened. With that, Cain pocketed the pistol, his expression furious. ‘Come on, lass. I’ll take you home.’

‘What happened to Lily?’ she asked. ‘Is she—?’

But her question was cut off when she saw the crowd gathered in the garden. She didn’t see James or Lily anywhere, and her worry intensified.

‘Lily is fine,’ her father answered. ‘But you cannot stay here, Evie. We have to go now before anyone finds out about this.’

She blindly obeyed him, knowing he was right. A small sliver of relief hit her when she spied James and his sister standing on the far end of the ballroom. Thank God.

Within moments, her father guided her outside and into a waiting carriage. Only after they were well away from her aunt’s house did her father speak. ‘Did he hurt you, lass?’

‘N-no. But he wanted to.’ Her voice came out in a quaver. ‘He wouldn’t believe me when I told him no.’

‘Then it’s glad I am that you shot him.’

‘I’m glad the pistol was loaded,’ she admitted. ‘I don’t know why it was.’

Her father shrugged. ‘It doesna really matter. But Dunwood will try to cause a great deal of trouble for you, Evie. I’ll talk to your mother, but we may need to leave London for a time.’

‘All right,’ she agreed. Anything to escape the viscount.

But Cain Sinclair’s expression had turned thoughtful as he stared back at the crowd. And she didn’t want to imagine what he was planning now.

Or what would happen when the rest of the ton learned that she’d shot Lord Dunwood.

Three days later

James sat in his study, tracing the rim of an empty glass when his footman knocked on the open door.

‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘Mr Cain Sinclair has come to call,’ the footman said.

‘Send him in.’

He didn’t know why Evangeline’s father was here, but right now, his head was pounding with a vicious headache. He’d barely slept in the past few days, ever since Lily had been attacked during the winter ball.

Evie had warned him, he remembered. She’d probably saved his sister’s life. Lily had been lured to the garden as bait, and she’d been caught in the middle.

Numbness clawed at his gut. He’d instantly recognised Adrian’s ‘surprise.’ Nisha Amat had been one of the inquisitors from the rebel camp in India. Her brother was Javas, the footman who had accompanied them on their travels and had delivered them into captivity.

He didn’t know how Nisha had travelled here this fast—she must have followed them after their escape. Which meant, someone had paid her passage from India to England. And only one man had the motivation to send her this far: Adrian Monroe.

That was what the man had been plotting—James was sure of it. The conversation he and Evie had overheard had brought all the pieces together. He was certain Adrian had orchestrated everything, likely to inherit his cousin’s earldom. He’d probably hired Javas to ensure that Matthew died. And though Nisha’s presence was unexpected, he guessed Adrian had paid her even more, simply to arrive at the ball and drive Matthew back towards the madness he’d been fighting.

Her presence at the ball that night had evoked all the nightmares of captivity. But it wasn’t Matthew who had been frozen and unable to act.

It was him.

James had been so stunned when he’d seen her threatening Lily, he’d behaved like a bystander. He’d been so caught up in his own harsh memories, he’d hesitated, not knowing whether there was true danger or not.

And because of his uncertainty, Arnsbury had been injured, trying to protect Lily.

Thank God Matthew had kept her safe. If anyone deserved to marry Lily, it was the man who had guarded her life with his own.

But right now, he could barely feel any emotions at all. No pain. No fear. Only the invisible self-hatred that weighed upon him, reminding him of his failure. He should have acted sooner. Instead, he’d stood back and watched, instead of defending his sister and his best friend.

‘You look like hell, Penford,’ Cain Sinclair began.

James could only nod. Words would do nothing to blur the nightmares, but he forced himself to shove back the raw emotions and face the man. ‘It’s been a rough few days.’

‘Aye, it has.’ Sinclair reached for the bottle of brandy and poured James another glass before he took one for himself. ‘And though I ken that you’re worried about Arns-bury, I’ve come to ask for your help with Evangeline.’

‘Is she in trouble?’ A flare of worry caught him. He hadn’t seen Evie since that night and had assumed she’d gone home with her family.

‘Aye, she is. It’s my hope that you can help her.’ The Highlander drained his glass and regarded him. ‘Are you aware that Viscount Dunwood attacked Evie that night at the ball?’

An icy rage descended upon him at her father’s words. ‘No. I hadn’t heard.’ Fury gathered within him that the viscount had dared to threaten her. He’d warned the man once already, but it was clear that the words had meant nothing to Dunwood.

His hard tone matched the iron glint in Sinclair’s eyes. ‘Is she all right?’

‘Evie shot him in the foot when he tried to accost her,’ her father answered. ‘The duke apparently left one of his pistols loaded, and she used it against Dunwood.’

‘Good.’

He hated the thought of Evie being at that bastard’s mercy. And once again, he felt the blame that he hadn’t protected her, either. Damn the man for what he’d done.

Her father continued, ‘The viscount sent a note this morning. He intends to have Evie arrested for what she did. But he is willing to forgive her and drop the charges if she marries him. And if I offer her full dowry, of course.’

‘She should have shot that bastard in the heart,’ James remarked. He stood and regarded her father in silent accord.

‘Aye. We’re of the same mind on that matter.’ Her father gave a nod of approval. ‘But since that’s no’ possible, I’m wanting you to wed my Evie instead. Immediately, if possible.’

‘I’m sorry, what did you say?’ Surely, he hadn’t heard Sinclair correctly. Evie had made it quite clear that she intended to remain a spinster and manage the family business. Marriage was the last thing she wanted.

‘I intend to protect her from that blackguard,’ Sinclair said. ‘If she’s married to you, then Dunwood canna threaten her.’ The Highlander met James’s gaze squarely. ‘You have a title, and she would become a countess. I’ll offer a handsome dowry if you’re willing to marry her quickly.’

James had no interest in their family’s wealth. But before he refused, he ventured, ‘Have you asked Evangeline what she wants?’

Her father’s expression grew fierce. ‘Evie doesna understand the implications of what Dunwood can do. Even if the charges are dismissed, the gossip would ruin her. It might hurt our business, as well.’ He shook his head and shrugged. ‘Nay, ’tis better if she has a husband to silence the talk before it starts.’

It was the simplest solution, unfortunately. But Evie didn’t truly understand his reasons for avoiding marriage. He’d refused to reveal anything about the past two years to anyone. And he intended for it to stay that way. Better to bury his past sins and silently accept the blame for his father’s death and his friend’s torment.

He had no interest in sharing his own misdeeds—not when they’d hurt other people. And the thought of marrying someone like Evie, someone who deserved far more than him, wasn’t at all fair or right. It was far better if she chose a different husband, one who could give her the life and children she wanted. Not someone like him.

He was fairly confident that she would refuse. The only question was how to grant her the freedom she wanted without causing any trouble.

But if he voiced his reluctance to her father, Sinclair wouldn’t understand his reasons. ‘I need to speak with her,’ he said slowly. ‘She deserves a choice.’ And she deserved the chance to refuse.

Her father’s face softened. ‘Aye. And it’s why I’ve asked you to wed her, Lord Penford. Whether she’ll admit it or no’, my Evie likes you. My wife also approves of the match.’

He didn’t want them to get their hopes up, not when he knew it was an impossible situation. ‘Where is she now?’

‘In your drawing room where I left her.’ The quiet admission revealed the truth—her father had not told her why they’d come. Cain crossed his arms and regarded him. ‘She thinks she’s here to pay a call upon Lily. But we both know your sister isna here.’

‘She’s with her fiancé,’ James agreed. ‘At least this after-noon.’ He turned back to her father and said, ‘When I speak with Evangeline, it must be a conversation between the two of us. And we will decide whether or not to wed.’

James wanted that perfectly clear so that her father was prepared for her refusal. Evangeline was a strong-willed young woman and fiercely independent. And when he gave her the choice, he fully believed she would say no. Most of all, he felt confident that they could find another way to help her.

‘If Evangeline does not wish to marry, then I will not force her. We will use all our influence to protect her from Dunwood’s accusations.’

Sinclair didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t argue. ‘Evie won’t want to marry you, I can tell you that now. But she also doesna understand the way the law works. She believes she had a right to defend herself by shooting Dunwood.’

‘And I agree with her,’ James answered. ‘Law or not.’ He met Sinclair’s gaze and added, ‘But as I said before, she and I will discuss this before we make any decisions.’

‘Fair enough,’ the Highlander said. He paused at the door and said, ‘You’ve always treated my daughter with respect, Penford.’

He said nothing, for he didn’t yet know what Evangeline’s thoughts would be. At least, not until he saw her. James stood and paced across the distance of his study, uncertain of what to do. And after a few minutes longer, Evangeline entered the room.

Her face had gone utterly white, matching the pale ivory of her gown. ‘I came to see Lily. Is she all right?’

He didn’t know how to answer that. Instead, he began with, ‘We need to talk.’

Her eyes turned the colour of storm clouds. ‘Papa told you about Lord Dunwood, didn’t he?’ She muttered an unladylike curse beneath her breath.

‘I’m sorry for what happened,’ James began. ‘I was distracted when Lily was attacked. I never should have left you alone.’ A dark flare of frustration and guilt settled upon his shoulders. He’d been so concerned about his sister, he hadn’t thought about Evangeline’s welfare.

‘It’s not your fault. And I protected myself,’ she said coolly. ‘I don’t know why Papa wanted to speak with you, but I don’t need your help now. I’ll be fine.’

In that, he disagreed. She didn’t fully understand the consequences of her actions. If the viscount dared to bring charges against her, the scandal would tear her family apart. Her uncle, the duke, might be able to intervene, but the gossip would destroy her and, by extension, their business.

‘Sit down,’ he bade her, ‘and I’ll tell you what your father suggested.’

But she shook her head. ‘I can’t. After everything that’s happened, I just—don’t want to think of it now.’

Evie gripped her hands together and paced across the room. It made him wonder if she already suspected what her father wanted. She was behaving as if she needed more time to think. Instead, she asked, ‘How are Lily and Matthew?’

‘Matthew was wounded during the attack, but he’s recovering at home. Lily is with him now.’

‘I’m glad.’ Evangeline came to sit on the edge of his desk, and he doubted if she was even aware of what she was doing. She was staring off into the distance, her mind preoccupied. But she sat so close to him, he grew aware of the light floral scent of her skin. He remembered how it had felt to brush his mouth against the curve of her neck and the way she had run her hands through his hair.

He couldn’t deny that she allured him. But marriage? It wasn’t right for either of them.

‘We do need to talk about Lord Dunwood,’ he began. ‘Your father is afraid he’ll press charges against you, which is a true possibility.’ He poured brandy into his own glass and passed it to her. ‘Especially considering the viscount’s rage after you shot him.’ A smile flicked at his lips. ‘Well done, by the way.’

Evie accepted the glass of brandy and took a sip, wincing before she swallowed. ‘Lord Dunwood wouldn’t listen to reason. And I wasn’t going to stand aside and allow him to…force himself upon me.’ She shuddered at the words.

The visible reaction only rekindled his anger towards the viscount. The man never should have laid a finger on Evie.

James took the glass from her and drank from it before he passed it back to her. ‘He’s fortunate that he was only injured. If I had been there with your uncle’s pistol, Dunwood would be dead.’

She gave a nod and let out a slow breath. ‘I suppose so.’ After a slight pause, she asked, ‘What did Papa want to talk with you about?’

He hesitated a moment before answering, ‘He wants me to marry you.’

She blinked a moment, as if she hadn’t heard him correctly. ‘He what?’

‘He believes I should marry you and offer the protection of my title.’ He took the remainder of the brandy and finished it in one swallow. ‘It would be quite difficult to arrest a countess.’

Evangeline’s disbelief transformed into dismay. ‘That’s a terrible idea. You and I are not suited at all.’ But there was a faint undertone in her voice, as if she were trying to convince herself.

‘I agree.’ Though he hated the idea of hurting her feelings, he couldn’t let her build him up into the man she wanted him to be. ‘We both know I’ll never be the right man for you.’

Her eyes grew luminous with unshed tears, and she nodded. ‘You made that clear enough when you sailed half a world away.’

‘You could have any man you desire, Evangeline,’ he murmured. ‘Just choose one of them instead.’ He wanted her to find her own happiness with someone who could give her the life she deserved.

But Evie shook her head. ‘They only want my dowry. And the gentlemen who don’t care about money only want me to mould myself into their idea of a perfect wife. I can’t say the things I want to say or behave the way I want to.’ She gripped her elbows and admitted, ‘It’s better if I just disappear from London society, the way you did. If I stay away long enough, the viscount will forget all about it.’

But James already knew that was impossible. ‘Dunwood won’t let you go. You’ve wounded his pride, as well as his foot.’

She stared at the wall. ‘Why won’t he leave me alone?’

‘Greed,’ he answered. But more than that, he knew the man wanted to dominate and tame Evangeline. The very thought made James curl his hands into fists. And that was the problem. Every time he tried to do the right thing and let Evie go, he kept imagining her in someone else’s arms. And the idea only provoked jealousy he had no right to feel. He forced himself to lock it away.

He took a moment to push back his own anger, and he spoke calmly. ‘I could try to use my influence to protect you from the legal consequences. Your uncle could, as well.’

‘Then let’s do that,’ she murmured.

He walked closer to her and said, ‘But you should know that a man like Dunwood won’t back down. He wants to possess you, body and soul.’

Part of him understood that. He wanted to touch the soft curve of Evie’s cheek that fascinated him. He caught her hand in his and held it a moment. The touch of her fingers suddenly fired up the tempting vision of just how she’d behaved during their first kiss. There was a wild side to Evangeline Sinclair, a wickedness that made him crave more.

But she shook her head and took a step back. ‘Tell my father you don’t want to marry me.’

‘It’s what I planned to say. But I wanted to talk to you first.’ He released her hand, even as he was fully aware of the temptation of her. It was entirely too easy to lose control around Evangeline. But neither did he want her to face danger or humiliation from being arrested. ‘Your father wants this because Lord Dunwood can’t force you into marriage if you’re already wedded.’

‘I don’t need to marry anyone.’ Her voice was heavy with unshed tears. ‘I won’t do it.’

‘All right,’ he said. Yet, he felt compelled to warn her. ‘But… Dunwood could cause a great deal of trouble for you, even if he doesn’t involve the police. The gossip could harm your business and hurt sales for Aphrodite’s Unmentionables.’

At that, she went motionless. ‘So many women rely on us for work.’

He gave a nod. ‘Then choose a husband who can protect you from Dunwood and be done with it.’

The uneasiness clouded his mood once again, though he knew it was the right thing to do.

She let out a choked sigh. ‘I would rather spend a year in Newgate than choose one of them. Why does anything have to change? Why do I have to be punished for being attacked? It wasn’t my fault.’

She was right; it wasn’t fair. And despite his own reasons for avoiding marriage, at least he had no intention of trying to change her. Nor was he in need of her dowry.

In truth, if there was ever a man who could give Evie the freedom she wanted, he suspected he was the only one. And perhaps that was why her father had suggested it.

He turned over the idea in his head as he considered possible solutions. There was a way both of them could get what they wanted.

‘You’re right,’ James agreed. ‘You shouldn’t have to choose a man you despise, who would make demands of you. But neither can you run away from your problems.’

He knew, too well, that the scandal and gossip could ruin her. Dunwood would do everything in his power to cause trouble, out of revenge for what she’d done.

Her expression narrowed. ‘What are you saying, Penford?’

‘I’m saying, your father is right. Marriage is the best way to silence the gossip and probably save your family’s business.’

She straightened and glared at him. ‘Do you honestly think I want to trade my freedom for a life of marital imprisonment with one of those suitors? I’d rather be locked away.’

He didn’t tell her that it was a real possibility, if Dunwood convinced the police that she’d harmed him on purpose.

‘We need to think of a way out,’ he said quietly as he took a seat. ‘Give me a moment.’

She pulled up a chair beside him, her head lowered. ‘This is awful.’

It was clear now that neither of them wanted marriage. All Evie wanted was her freedom and to be protected from Dunwood. But he knew she was in danger.

There was a solution, but she wouldn’t like it. To be truthful, he didn’t like it, either. But there was a way it could be tolerable to both of them, and they could continue on as they had before.

He reached out and took her hand. ‘We’re friends, Evie. Aren’t we?’

She flinched at his touch but didn’t pull away. ‘I don’t know any more,’ she whispered. ‘Are we?’

He was entranced by her soft lips and the way she was looking at him now, breathless with anticipation. Once again, he reminded himself to keep his distance.

‘What if there’s a way to keep things the way they are now?’ he suggested quietly. ‘Only without the threat of Dunwood or your queue of endless suitors?’

She rested her hands upon his. ‘Go on.’

‘What if…we did marry?’ he said. ‘But afterwards, we live apart. You could do as you please, and so will I. The marriage itself wouldn’t have to mean anything. With my title, the authorities wouldn’t dare press charges against you. And we could use my influence in society to protect your family’s business.’

The way he saw it, it was the only possible solution. Afterwards, Evie could continue running Aphrodite’s Unmentionables in London, while he looked after the estates at Penford. It also meant he could avoid the inevitable questions about marriage. No one needed to know that he had no desire to father an heir. They could believe that Evie was barren. The union would not change their lives in any way.

But from the troubled expression on Evie’s face, she didn’t agree. She hesitated before admitting, ‘I don’t want a loveless marriage where I’m left behind and become an object of pity.’

He understood her hesitation, especially after what had happened in the past. Still, he didn’t want her under the false impression that this could be real. ‘I can offer you my protection and your freedom, Evie. But not a true marriage.’

She pulled her hands away from his and stood. ‘I know you don’t find me attractive,’ she began. ‘I’m well aware of that. But rest assured, I—’

‘Why would you think I don’t find you attractive?’ he interrupted. He had always found her beautiful. This had nothing to do with her desirability.

Her face reddened, and she admitted, ‘Because you left me behind.’

‘I left because I wasn’t the sort of husband you needed. Not because I didn’t find you beautiful.’

The look on her face showed her doubt. ‘You travelled across the world after I threw myself at you. You didn’t want me then, and you still don’t.’

He hated seeing the hollowed pain of rejection on her face. To prove it, he came up behind her and rested his hand upon her spine. She tensed at his touch but didn’t move away. Slowly, he caressed a path up to her nape. Beneath his fingers, he felt the furious beat of her pulse. ‘Don’t ever believe I didn’t want you. Even though I’m still not the man you need.’

She took a step away from him and faced the wall. ‘Neither of us wants this, Penford. Why even consider it?’

‘You’re right. I don’t want to marry.’ He turned her to look at him. ‘But I would consider it if it kept you safe from a man like Dunwood,’ he said softly. ‘And if we go our separate ways afterwards.’

Her expression held nothing but dismay. ‘But…don’t you need an heir? If we have a marriage where we live apart, then that cannot happen.’

‘I don’t ever intend to sire children, Evie.’ Not after the nightmares he’d faced. The thought of fathering a child was unthinkable. It didn’t matter what society expected of him. He’d witnessed such atrocities while in captivity, he couldn’t imagine being a role model for any child. And he already had another plan in mind.

‘If Rose has a son, I’ll let my nephew inherit Penford.’

Evie stared back at him, her face pale. ‘I don’t understand. Do you despise me that much that you wouldn’t ever want to have a child with me?’

When she looked at him like that, with heartbreak in her eyes, it reminded him of the night he’d left her. He’d been such a bastard, abandoning her after she’d offered him her heart. He didn’t want to hurt her a second time. Evie didn’t deserve that. Life had slapped her across the face when she’d never done anything except reach for what she wanted.

‘It’s not you,’ he said softly. ‘I don’t want children from any woman.’

A tear rolled down her cheek, and he reached out to brush it away. God help him, he still desired her. And he sensed that if he didn’t reassure her, she would become bitter and angry—rightfully so.

James leaned down to kiss her, and when he claimed her lips, he tasted the brandy that lingered on her breath. But more than that, he felt the dangerous sense that this woman had slipped past his own defences.

He expected her to shove him away. But instead, she rested her hands on his shoulders. Her lips were soft, and they yielded to him in a way that invited more.

He kissed her harder, trying to rid her from his mind. But it only evoked the memories he’d savoured in the darkness. He knew he had no right to this…and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He lifted her up to sit on the desk, and the urge to make her remember the passion they’d shared was undeniable. He wasn’t aware of anything else but Evie. And nothing in the world could convince him to take his hands off her.

Until he heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening.

‘Enough of that, Penford. You can wait until she’s spoken her vows first.’ Cain Sinclair’s words were low, but there was no denying the conviction of them.

Evangeline’s face held horror as she looked at her father. ‘Papa, no. I did not agree to marry him.’

‘You have two days to arrange a special licence,’ Sinclair said. ‘Or you can be wedded in Scotland.’

He stared back at her father and gave no denial. The man was right. Evie needed his protection, and this marriage would give them both the freedom they needed.

He would protect her from the viscount and allow Evie to continue living her life as she pleased. She could dwell in London or at Penford with his mother, if she wanted to. There were ways to make the marriage an amicable one, even if they remained apart.

James took Evie’s hand in his and met her gaze evenly. ‘I meant what I said, Evangeline. We can marry and keep separate lives. You would lose nothing at all.’

She didn’t speak, but her hand tightened on his in a silent appeal. James simply waited for her answer. It had to be her choice, above all.

For a moment, her expression held bleakness, mingled with an emotion he couldn’t read. Then, at last, she relented and gave a single nod.

Her father appeared satisfied, and James said, ‘I’ll make the arrangements.’