Unspoken

UNSPOKEN Eve Asbury

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1883 “He’s made good on his threat, Nikki.”

Lady Nicole Holcombe grabbed her friend’s arm pulling h of the fake palms decorating the Elliot’s ballroom. “Who— happened?” Her soft brown eyes were searching around spies before turning back to his daughter. “Father, of course,” Lady Jessica Rains murmured.

“He wouldn’t—not now, “Nikki whispered appalled, “Not a you eight years to choose a suitable husband. Why! Ther Peer left in England you have not presented and he has n

“He informed me yesterday that he was calling my bluff. how he rants, Nikki? I told you about his obsessive madn bloodlines.” Lady Jessica shuddered. “I am a womb and v Since he cut my sisters off, and poor Joseph died, he is g worse.”

Sensing her friend regressing, aware they could not be s Nikki urged in a tight whisper, “Tell me all of it?”

“He claimed that he was well aware that I had been choo would take the Vanlare fortune for their own. He let me b what I would bring home. He said those candidates were lust of money.”

Jessica let out a shaky breath, as if she had been holding time. “I retorted, that since he put it out, that I was his s since he insists on draping me head to toe in riches¾ wh expect? Father admitted that he just toying with me, lett believe that I had some control, to prove to me that I did

Nikki slid her arm around Jessica, pulling her to her side hug. The Duke…How she loathed that man. He was a col goat, who put a false face on for society. One could not b

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No one looked at Jessica Rains, not the woman, the diam throat hypnotized them, the silks, and rich satins on her Albert appreciated the fact that men drove themselves m his fortune was unclaimed as yet. He humiliated the appl Jessica’s hand and chose everything his daughter wore h stamp on her was like that on his empire, unmistakable.

Generations of Vanlare’s had prospered, flourished, beca control on their holdings, suffocating their families with r they decided whose blood was good enough to produce t Only in one area old Albert had failed-his own loins. He h himself and his daughter through his obsessions, murder in spirit and his only son in both that and body.

“So, he has chosen,” Nikki whispered, comprehending th reach for freedom had been lost. Albert would choose a m himself.

“He has…and a stranger to me. I do not know his name o

Jessica looked around seeing the mass of guests preoccu dancing and talking. She stood out like the sun at midnig shimmer of her gown and dripping in jewels.

Nikki was saying, “You brought hundreds of men to him years. Some of them were connected to his business cro qualification could he possibly have that you have not pr

“Virility,” Jessica choked on the word. “He called the men easily manipulated, gamblers and weak mama’s lads. He lure them, tempt them…All the while, he abhors them. Yo twisted his mind is.

Nicole nodded and grimaced. “I wish you could run away sisters. They have made good matches one hears, living lives. I doubt they have a care one whit that they were c the Vanlare name.”

“Father has assured me, since I was sixteen that the end is not beyond his reach. He said that anyone who gave m 2

when each of his daughters ran off. And when he cut the their good matches- society cut them off too. One canno a wealthy deb, a Vanlare daughter, would put her poor fa such a scandal.”

She went on cynically, “I suppose they would not believe go through my things, every day searching my personal chambers, my person. Least I imagine that he does not k every more, he can read from his little dairy where I wen talked to.”

Nikki knew all of this; she had heard it for two years. He had married her off to an aged Lord Arthur Holcombe for had come on the scene scared witless, intimidated. And n intimidated her more than the aloof Lady Jessica.

She had heard about the Vanlare heiress, how the woma find a man worthy of mixing his blood with hers. Oh yes, watched her, seen her draped in those one-of-a-kind gow priceless jewels. She’d seen the elite drool with envy and army of footmen and outriders always surrounded that g coach; they escorted the heiress everywhere. She had be such a person, until that one fateful day, when Nikki spill on the Lady’s diamond encrusted gown. Nikki had been t Jessica too.

But she had rushed out after Lady Jessica, to apologize, finding a haughty, enraged, heiress¾ she had found her library… laughing almost dementedly. Nikki recalled that something in Jessica’s eyes when she touched that ruine material, that made her see past the outward trappings a at the woman. From that point, Nikki had ignored Jessica be nothing more than social with her. After wearing her d the isolation, and the tight Vanlare hold on her, Jessica h the truth; that her father controlled both her sleep and w since her sister’s ran off, but even before that, he brutall any outside influence on her.

The old man wrote her schedule, chose her clothing. Her and word was reported back to him. Jess’s whole life had 3

them from poverty, she too, had needed a friend. With h dead, and no other family, her husband now infirm, she day to day, waiting for everything to turn to ashes. ****

“Sir John is looking this way,” Jessica muttered pulling pu together. She put on her social smile and stepped away n regally to Nikki. In low tones she muttered, “The Park, af crowds leave, I’ll drop a note out the carriage window. Pl careful.”

“I always am,” Nikki answered through her teeth, smiling head and turning away from Jessica, toward some seatin

Jessica put out her hand as Sir John came near, uttering polite. He led her on, to the floor. Though tall and robust his gaze still honed in on the diamond choker she wore. sparks back into his gleaming eyes. Jessica could feel his damp, his body tremble. The hot breath pushed out quiv and fouled the air between them. She knew that smell, a greed, lust, blood-boiling coveting.

Contempt turned Jessica’s eyes to dark olive, however sh smiling. Though no one saw her face, not one person, th only the long lace gloves on her arms and glitter around folds of her fish tailed gown, snug off the shoulder with s champagne silk draped back at the hips. They saw glitter the sparkles in her hair. She was obscured and insufficie riches.

To society, she was the Vanlare fortune, and inside the lo mansion the duke called home; Jessica was the veins, th obsession of her father; a dying old man who would not ,she realized, even from the grave.

Before Jessica left the ball, later that night, she cast a gl the distance, meting Nikki’s eyes. That slight nod was all confidence she needed. Having a new experience with re she often felt a tremendous amount of guilt knowing wha

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chooses, they found themselves exiled to some God-fors he owned. It made her feel doubly frightened to ask Nico however that one friend, anyone, someone to talk to, wa thing that helped her function day after day. ****

Having arrived home, Jessica stepped into the foyer of th The stained glass overhead transformed the floor to a pr ignored the rich pearl-like tile, the walls covered with pri paintings in heavy gold frames. The house was a museum expensive art, cold objects, and vases, statuary. Rich blu chairs poised against the silk-papered walls. Vanlare had their beauty. Jessica did not feel anything visceral. She w a home.

Up the spiral staircase, to her rooms, she walked on the white treads, the scrolled handrail under her palm breath its own. In her chambers, she did not acknowledge to th woman went through her pockets, her purse. She fished of Jessica’s shoes, making sure no notes were tucked ins

She would not lose her dignity in front of the woman. So ignored her, undressed, slipping on her silk night rail. The woman departed after gathering Jessica’s things.

Jessica slid back out of bed, padding barefoot across the before walking to the window. The house loomed higher of fashionable mansions on their street. It had rooms str for Lord Albert’s collections and trophies. He did not ama of passion for their beauty, nor of apperception for the sk crated them. He amassed them for his self-image, for th of possession.

However, she had no awe of the home, nor of the name, not…of the man. He had all but murdered her poor moth demands for male heirs.

Wearing herself down in her worship of him, Lady Mary h given him Joseph; one year after Jessica was born and th 5

eighty, his loin’s empty of seed, he focused on his daugh now Jessica could hear echoes of hundreds, millions, of h rants, night and day, over and over. He had never allowe daughter’s to be close, to bond. He imagined conspiracy For his flesh to betray him? It was intolerable.

Her sisters’, Mary, Susan and Ann were often on Jessica’ had been fifteen when the three of them had run off that father had set their schedule, just as he did hers, and se spies to watch them. Only one year apart, the oldest at n were blond and, beautiful, and wildly popular, for all the had done them.

She would never forget the ticking of the clock; the long her father had dragged her inside the study-to wait and until dawn and noon and another night descended. The t quaked with his rage. Somehow, his daughters had escap

It was by accident that she discovered anything of their w Anne had wed Viscount David Watkins, Mary, Viscount Ja and Susan, Sir Robert Newell. And they, all of them, cou her father, and disinherited, had apparently found heave in England, outside the lavish prison where freedom was dream.

Jessica did not really comprehend what that must mean, had never known it. Within the small part of her mind, sh allowed to keep for herself, in the confines of the body th been held or seen or touched, Jessica imagined freedom her eyes, knowing that no one commanded, watched, ex controlled her.

For a short span, Jessica Rains was motionless, at ease, touched the damp glitter of rain on the street. Somewhe darkness inside of her was that same glimmer, the faint hope. Although she knew only too well that she was still inside looking out, still not free, to reach out and touch it

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sat in the smoky gentleman’s club. On his right, the Ame Barrette, was making half the delicate, sallow faced lords Jayce wore buckskins, a familiar garment on the America hair was longer than was fashionable, blond in color. Yet expression on his rugged face that intimidated. Jayce wa the company of high brow gentlemen.

Max observed with particular attention, The Earl of Black Wolfe. Because Galen was the reason they were in atten man was being blackmailed, pure and simple.

Blackcove appeared relaxed, seated in the wine leather c boot propped on a planter, a drink in his hand. Max knew dark, nearly black eyes reminded him of a panther, skim the room slowly, circling, scrutinizing and measuring.

Only Jayce and Max were familiar the details of Galen's li were anxious to see how Galen would handle the current Max would have challenged it legally, dispensed with the usual arrogant way. Jayce would have shot the man the dare pose a threat. It was not their decision, but Galen’s. Vanlare might well know enough to blackmail Galen into daughter and heir.

Max allowed his gaze to slide over Galen's shoulder lengt and striking face. His friend had the kind of exotic look th females squirming; Jayce was fond of saying. Yet Max sa deep set eyes, strong nose and high cut bones. Galen wa big muscle frame like his America friend, nor was he like was six foot and fit from his boxing and sporting. Galen w lean, sinewy, swarthy and taut. His penchant for wearing slow grace reminded Max of a sleek prowling cat.

In America, he’d heard hardened men call Galen that, us on the banks of some river, in the early hours of the mor fog was thick, and where Galen could seemingly appear o nowhere, or disappear if needed.

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The Vanlare heiress and the elite social crowd had come conversations, too. Yet none of them could have dreame return would turn out like this. When Galen showed up th ago, him and Jayce, in the middle of a thunderstorm, non would have guessed that Lord Albert had known the very sailed in on. Nor, that in an amazing short time, the deep had driven Galen from England to Paris, then to America reach out from the grave and once more threaten Galen’

The old duke was a man who reminded Max of the great Industrialist. Indeed, he made his friends among them; t gods, icons, becoming eccentric in their wealth and powe obsessed with it. Vanlare's title was nothing compared to reputation. His friends were the Vanderbilt's, the Gould's Rockefellers.

In England, France, and many obscure Islands, he was li King Midas. However a ruthless one, a man who gained h making slaves of the unfortunate and replacing bodies w needed. His factories, his mines, plantations…whatever h endeavored to squeeze coin from; he did it like his ances sacrifice of human life and dignity.

“How long do we have to hang around this morgue anyw Barrette muttered looking round at the pasty faced or flo “Don’t you have to go get the kid or something?”

The kid was Max’s seventeen-year-old sister, Lady Lindy. fallen under his guardianship last year when his widowed Lindy wasn’t a cooperative debutante. In fact, she wasn’ to find a husband and put him out his misery. She was a with looks hard to discern over her straight red hair and her mind was ten years ahead of her age.

All said, Max had seen her very few times, having been a doing his tour, which is how he met his only two real frie filling his role in society. By the time he brought her hom funeral at their country estate, he had the upsetting know was going to have to gag and hide her, or marry her off his hair turned gray. 8

Following a few weeks of escorting the heiress to all of h engagements, a betrothal notice would hit the papers. N that, the trip to Twin Bells in surrey; the Lady’s legacy fr mother and the least ostentatious of the Vanlare homes, and bedding and begetting would occur.

“I think we’ve been seen enough,” Jayce cut in again, his features showing his dislike of being stared at. His curled gent with a huge red nose and large ears. The fellow turn purple and hurried away. “Galen?”

The Earl’s eyes flickered just slightly from their flat black nodded. They arose and took their leave. ****

Galen Wolfe took up the rear of the trio departing the clu out onto the sidewalk. It was sometime in the middle of Drizzles of rain had just subsided. The normal tinge of di was turning dank, fog rose from the Thames.

He welcomed the cooler air after the stifling heat inside t papered rooms. There were too many memories, too ma

Beside the coach, Max told them, “I’ve must collect m’sis ball. You’re welcome to join me. However if you’d prefer, off then meet you someplace later?”

Since they were living with Max, but cutting a wide berth sister, Jayce and Galen tried to come and go when she w around. Jayce had no experience dealing with lily-white d respect and friendship for Max, he himself had set the sc avoid the English girl. And for all Galen was titled, his life were on opposite sides of breeding, manners, and privile

“I’m going for a walk,” Galen told Jayce. “Maybe scare up whiskey. I’ll meet you back at the townhouse.” 9

Galen shrugged.

They knew each other well enough, after six years, and h common to understand each other without too many wor Smuggling, gambling, and guarding wealthy men wasn’t honorable profession, at least, the way they did it. But al Jayce's brother Josh, they had earned each other’s loyal trust.

“I’ll meet you later, then.” Jayce flipped up the collar of h jacket and turned away, the heels of his western boots c sidewalk as he headed for the docks.

Galen walked the opposite direction, eyeing the sheen co buildings along Marlboro Street, hearing the water in the by him. He paid scant attention to the rattle of coaches, hooves echoing in the dark. He was thinking of the old m hair and cruel cobalt eyes, mutton chop whiskers. The Du had been seated behind his heavy baroque desk eyeing G that smug smile.

“You’re a privileged young man, Black cove, unlike the d peers who have left this room wondering what cost them when it was almost in their grasp. I’m going to tell you w chosen.”

“Don’t waste your breath,” Galen had said flatly. “I came you dared threaten me. I’m not interested in your daugh millions.”

“You will be.” The old man’s face had hardened. In his m madness he supplied, “…My daughter has brought them Dukes, Earls, viscounts. Still, I realized her game, and I because unlike her beautiful but disloyal sisters, I was co would not find a man who would snatch her away from m fools!

One can forgive the envy of the money, but not a weakn allow them wed her and waste it and themselves on usel It’s the blood, you see? The heirs! My bloodline, through 10

“There’s no time for that now,” The old man snapped “A it’s all I have left. I have to live to see that first strong se her belly.” “You’re a crazy bastard.”

Lord Albert laughed. “I’m also very shrewd- and- I'm ver having my way. In fact, I take all the necessary precauti that I do.”

Galen had shrugged. He wasn’t going to indulge the man himself.

“Blackcove.” The duke leaned forward his eyes gleaming face. “I know your past, everything about you.”

Galen had had gone immobile and turned cold. He said, “ am not afraid of scandal. My parents were self indulgent immoral…”

“Yes, they were,” the old man cut him off. “After your fat killed, in that duel by your mother’s lover…then—”

Galen felt a pain go through his temple. Yet the only sign thoughts was the pulsing vein there. “As I said, I did not England to win the approval of society. I don’t give a dam know.”

The Duke sat back, his voice silky, seductive, and sicken it… millions of dollars, Blackcove; managers, solicitors to empire and keep it churning out a profit for every heir yo is a considerably higher stud fee than even those insatiab wives paid you…in Paris.” “Go to hell!” Amusement was his grace’s answer. “Gladly, as soon as finished.”

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Galen stared, his black eyes like stone. “Go ahead. Ask him.” “You know nothing!”

“On the contrary, Up until one week ago your mother wa Though shall we say, not well? She wrote an interesting why you fled Paris. Six other witnesses agreed with it.” “The bitch lied.”

“Probably.” The old man shrugged. “No doubt she embel twisted the details. Nevertheless, have you anyone to att own truth of it?” “You know I don’t.”

The duke produced a packet from the drawer, which he l and caressed with his fingers while his gaze bore into Ga associate, one inspector in particular, assures me that pr crime can be activated at any time… with such evidence gathered. Did you know that I travel to Paris often? No? have not quite erased your deeds their, Blackcove, even time.”

Galen felt his guts twist. Sweat broke out on his forehead too mild a word to describe what he felt for the deranged heard himself saying, “What’s your deal?”

“This,” He held up the packet. “For marrying Jessica, get one heir before I die. The solicitor will give it to you—wh held up a stack of contracts. “Are fulfilled.” “What are they?”

“Just my insurance, you might say, the rules that govern agreement.”

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Galen had arisen then, staring at the duke with eyes equ voice had a calm frost. “You’ll get yours, and so will she, remember… that.” He gestured toward the packet, “is all purchased.”

Now, walking in the dark street, he turned to enter the p to the watchman, then reached in his pocket for a cheroo sat down on damp, shadowed bench, recalling the contra conditions.

They were lists of events…Lady Jessica‘s schedule. He ha them with his discreet solicitor. Galen wanted no hidden in the language. He didn’t intend for the man to squeeze tighter. On the surface it was an unusual marriage contra appeared in order to the solicitor, knowing well the eccen the rich, and having hardly blinked at it.

Galen's eyes narrowed in the smoke. He clamped his tee the slim cigar. He had plans of his own. No Man or woma control or manipulate him again. He wasn’t a lad anymor

Vanlare was just the sort of oily-handed bastard Galen h version he’d worked for in America, same class of snakecountry. They were obsessed old tyrants who treated oth

He’d smuggled on nights like this, under the cover of chi cutthroats and thugs who had loyalty to no one. He’d gua fought for riches that weren’t his. He and Jayce had seen breed spring in the west; San Francisco, big port towns. to use you up and make money off your blood and sweat you bucked, they always had something to hold over you This time, he was going to come out the victor.

Galen arose from the bench and nodded to the watchma strode toward a rougher part of town and procured a cou of Scotch. He then headed back to the townhouse. It was and heavy night, the perfect kind for breeding something

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opened it, taking a long drink. Leaning against a building the narrow streets. Max believed he’d been running all th Jayce accused him of trying to wrestle ghosts he didn’t h Neither of his friends understood what it was like to be h his memories and images around day and night.

Neither understood what it was like to have thoughts… th actually dead, buried…completely cold inside He was wal on earth, disconnected to the rest of the human race.

Galen was aware of what men said of him, shadow men encountered in his past. They thought he took risks for a reasons. The truth was, he did because he could not feel

He’d decided to do murder… he had shut down somethin Galen wasn’t seeking to become one of those deep feelin lack of emotion had probably saved his life and kept his h when other men panicked.

He also didn’t look into the future. He did what he decide moved to the next stage. That is how he would handle La Rains. Galen decided. She was simply a stone on the pat his freedom again. ****

The following morning Lady Jessica suffered through the at the park. Fretful by the time the groom took her moun in the carriage waiting, biting her lip. She had raised the on her top hat, looked around. Nikki was no where to be seen.

Holding her fixed posture, she let her glance slide to her who waited for the carriage to move. They would get sus Oh, where was Nikki?

Just when she was about to give up, a white hanky seem flying on it’s own by the strand of oaks. Jessica focused o discovered it was Nikki. She casually sat forward, keepin under her gloved fingers, holding to the side of the carria 14

From the park, Nikki watched, holding the reins of her m leaning around the tree. Not until they were out of sight up and ride to collect it.

It read: Lord Galen Wolfe, Earl of Blackcove. Currently re the Marquis of Kilgore. Find out what you can. Please! Je

Nikki tore up the note and looked around. She spied a m of water and ground the paper with her boot heel into it unreadable. Mounting again, she hurried toward her town

Her husband was barely lucid now and his family had des Though they looked down their nose every time she left they refused to let her near him. With a sense of doom h the horizon, Nikki pushed that aside, wondering how the obtain what Jessica needed? ****

It wasn’t until she was at a musical later that evening tha spotted the red head, secretly reading behind a Greek co munching carrots. She recalled Jessica was scheduled to theater tonight, so she picked up the skirts of her brown headed toward Lady Lindy. “Good read?”

“Oh. God!” The girl jumped a foot, spit carrots a mile, dr book with a thud. Whirling, she held her spectacles and f “You scared the skin off me!” “Sorry.” Nikki smiled, then introducing herself while she plucked carrot pieces from the girl’s bodice. “You should try chocolates,” Nikki teased.

“Carrots are good for the eyes.” The Lady shook her hea down to cram the book in her purse. She checked her str which was down except for a braided crown, and smooth gown. “I am Lady Lindy Faulkner“

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“Well, I was not poor, I assure you. But yes.” “My brother expects I will wed quickly, because I am an have no intention of pleasing him.”

“You don’t?” Nikki studied that face; it was hard to make thick hair and those lenses reflecting everything. She had good set of bones.

“No, of course not. I will not be sold off like some chattel very good brain. I certainly do not need a man to comple “You are very fortunate then, to be so confident.” Nicole dryly.

The young Lady smiled at that and Nikki mused that Jess surely like her.

“Yes. Only… I must humor Maxwell. He is so very arroga So much a Marquis. I vow, I will never comprehend how so hypocritical. They shelter and protect their sisters, the mistresses like Aurora Paxton and the like.”

Nikki grimaced. “I take it that is your brother’s current la should not even know such things.”

“Oh,” The girl lost her smile. “I thought you were differen rest.” She motioned with her head toward the crowded r

She looked so downcast, that Nikki touched her arm. “I a never mind that. I hear your brother has guests? An Earl

“Yes and an American gent.” Lindy smoothed the beads o “Maxwell thinks that I am both blind and deaf. If I step o door he yells at me. As if I would be so rude or immature them or something.”

“Well, it is an awkward position for him, I am sure. Being housing a young deb.”

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“Yes. I see and hear quite a bit. Having men think you ar naive has its advantages.”

“Do tell-” Nikki settled back with one brow raised. Inward laughing, because the spunky young lady had just protes neither spied nor eavesdropped. The young deb talked for more than an hour. **** Jessica sat in her father’s box, alone as always. She had one of the men, the spies… she had passed in the foyer. was in the duke’s pay. She had seen him often enough.

Trying to ignore the tension in her aching head, she stare the stage. Her father had instructed the maid on her war again, she was a walking advertisement of the Vanlare fo

Jessica pitied the eyes of envy that looked up at her and fawning smiles that would greet her during intermission. she had perfected her poise; it was the only way she cou her daily life with any sanity. Heaven knew that living wi was enough to break anyone’s will.

The cold heaviness of the trappings were like chains drap

Tonight she had stood as in front of the mirror while Dot reverently layered her from the skin out in the finest fab reverence to her, of course, the maid touched each garm awe that Jessica often had to grit her teeth. From the silk stockings to the short satin bloomers and lace corset, sh transformed into the memorial of her ancestors, the obse father’s future.

The golden gown molded her body, snug to the waist, th the floor. The fabric shimmered to match the topaz twink upswept hair, around her throat, and wrists. A gossamer sheer sparkling ochroid floated around her bare shoulder over the chair back, webbed finger-less gloves covered h wrist. 17

Inside, Jessica was immune to outer layers. Her greatest reason for her pounding head… was that the once small h marriage might bring her freedom, would instead, deman sacrifice. It would take what little spirit she had hidden a at the mercy of another’s control.

Sighing, Jessica pushed the thoughts aside. She would d rub her temples, yet the sparkle when she raised her han draw every eye. She instead closed her eyes for a just a then braced herself for leaving the box. The intermission had begun.

The press of people in the foyer made Jessica panic. She fought to attend what the old Duchess of Lansing was sa some charity. Her back against the wall, she gave the wo answer before turning to deal with a few others trying to hundreds of voices.

Her name seemed to be on every mouth. Jess attempted through the crowd with her usual politeness. It was horri The sudden clutch of Lord Beagly’s hand in hers nearly d was a nice old fellow but the scent of camphor was so th clothing that it was difficult to breathe.

Jessica had never, in all the difficult years, been unable t herself in any situation. Crowds were a part of her life. Y suddenly started fluttering, then pounding hard, and sen surging to her head.

She discreetly swallowed, feeling her mouth go dry. An o sense of alarm gripped her to the point that she trembled

The more they came at her, lords, ladies, faces, smiles… she drowned in the waves that were trying to overtake h Just when Jessica felt blackness approaching, the crowd melt back.

Her vision skewed. She saw colors expand, meld, and th Leaning her head against the wall, some part of her com 18

until it settled in her belly with the knot that formed ther was old enough to understand she was as cadged as any animal.

How long she stood there, she did not know. The drained came, after the odd reaction, was even less tolerable. St from the wall Jessica searched in her handbag, and then with a hanky, having gone from perspiring to cold clamm Afterwards she reapplied the pressed powder; using the and trying to ignore the stark look in her eyes. Dear God not lose control, not now.

Chilled Jessica headed for the box but in two steps realiz could not hold onto her composure. She stood in the alco horrified moments; half hearing the play, muffled sounds and music soon faded back too. “Lady Jessica?”

Jessica straightened and automatically pasted a smile on

“Lord Kilgore.” She nodded while her gaze went over his and white. He was not one of the men she would ever ha Kilgore carried himself with a certain air. There was also his aqua eyes, she admitted, that would not have suited at the time.

He had close-cropped black hair, very aquiline features. not at all soft, indeed he was broad shouldered and quite he supposedly housed the man her father had chosen ma inwardly, for she was not in her usual form.

“Forgive me.” He looked at her face, really looked, not ju jewels. And, even in the muted light, the Vanlare fortune did not see you return to your box. Since you have no es assure myself of your welfare?”

Jessica dipped her head. “Thank you. I am fine. Just a bi fact, I was debating and had decided to leave just as you

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relieved when they were out in the night. He held the coa her.

Settled in, she thanked him with a cool smile. She was d leave now, particularly under his close scrutiny. As much have liked to know about the man her father choose, she hanging onto her nerves. She shortened the adieu. ****

Max nodded, standing there she drove off, wondering, th her looking so opposite than her usual self?

He had observed her for years, yet he had avoided anyth politeness and she seemed to avoid him. That did not me admired her somewhat aloof, cool, exterior.

Among their set, it was difficult to wear the mask at all t moods, he had come to know that she certainly pulled it he thought her a snob. For a split second… he saw somet different.

If Galen had to wed her, Max was not about to let him sa union.

He had been thinking… and, he knew the game better th He wanted to assure himself, as arrogant as it may seem Rains was like him, that she had mastered the social gam play it well enough to serve Galen in the end.

Max headed back to his townhouse, and marveled at the Wishing Galen back here, to take up his impoverished tit he would find a rich heiress, maybe someone to dig him grave he was buried in…

He leaned his elbow on the window, looking out at the ni told Galen on that last trip to America that both he and J end up dead. Like Josh, who had been found stabbed to some cheaply bribed floozy. The riverboats, logging town clients they worked for was a certain death sentence.

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Stepping off that ship in America, he thought to visit New He aimed to humor a few of his father’s old chums with a presence. However he’d been dragged in an alley before reach the hotel, stripped of all except his drawers while h trunk being drug off, and then his body was being thump like fists until Jayce, Josh, and Galen had showed up.

He’d passed out and, woke up in the back room of a rive and he never did make it to a ball or rout. He left that co different person—though and it was Galen and the brothe challenged him to do it.

The coach stopped. Max exited, bid the driver retire, and townhouse, finding both Galen and Jayce in the study. Ja by the garden doors, smoking a rolled cigarette. Galen re black sofa, one foot resting on the floor. He nursed a wh

Removing his neck cloth and cuff links, Max tossed them He poured a brandy with one handed and removed his ja other. Placing the jacket on the chair back he went round hips on the edge of the desk. Max took a sip, his gaze re Galen.

Galen slowly eased up into a sitting position, his arm res back of the sofa. “Was she there?”

“Yes.” Max set his drink aside, casually crossing his arms you end up?” “Went to see the old man.” Max grunted. “Is he still alive?”

A ghost of a smile touched Galen's mouth. “Unfortunately “There was something different about her tonight.”

“Who?” Jayce asked Max, having come back inside now s chair.

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Max rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s not a snob, just knows her. Bloody hell, who can see past all that splendo She’s bloody dripping it. The Duke puts his stamp on thin “So, how come you never made to Vanlare's study?”

Max looked at Galen who had spoken. “Like he said, I de picked men with... Shall we say manageable personalitie admit, I was bit disgruntled to find myself passed over.”

Jayce grinned and eyed Max’s formal clothing. “I’ll bet yo English.”

“I’m not conceited,” Max defended dryly. “It’s just that if how the game works, then I’d be at the top of the list, su

Jayce was laughing at him, so Max gave up. He looked a instead. “People don’t look at her. She’s not like her siste were…stunning… quite beautiful. I hardly know if she is o tonight I caught a glimpse of something...” “Your point in this?” Galen set his glass aside. “She’s in the same position you are. That’s my point.” “It’s not my problem,” Galen answered flatly.

Max sighed. “If you must do it, than at least you should c part in it.” Galen's icy look answered that.

Jayce cleared his throat then reached over and took the bottle. He headed out. “Turning in,” he muttered, shuttin door behind him. “It’s not the same thing Galen, not like…” “Isn’t it?”

“No.” Max eyed his friend’s taut face, the coal black eyes

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“The only difference is the amount of the money, Max.” G

“The fact that it’s mine instead of being spent on drugs m craved, or her lover’s gambling. The only difference is, I’ man and he can’t beat me or drug me or…”

“All right,” Max said quiet, holding up a hand. He couldn’ that look on Galen's face. He couldn’t hear it all again. “H die soon. He’ll rot in the grave. You’ll not be under his th no reason why you can’t turn this thing into something a

“Apparently, my friend,” Galen said dangerously, “You ha He stopped himself, cursed, then got up and left the room

Max went over and sat heavily down on the sofa. He lean back, closing closed his eyes. He could probably fight the get Galen out of it. Yes. He wasn’t all that intimidated by old man was going to die soon. That kept going through

If anyone deserved all that hoarded riches and fame, tha Vanlare heiress would bring, it was Galen. Not some fop spoon still hanging round his neck!

Bloody hell. Galen should have been given his birthright. more than a man ought to. That’s what Max kept thinkin didn’t know anyway to help Galen untwist his mind and m didn’t know how to make the man feel normal things. Th number on him, the Bitch Countess and her lover. They h at sixteen, just the age to skew a young man’s perceptio had betrayed him in the worst way. ****

Upstairs, Galen paced the sitting room. Not fast, he simp back and forth. He shouldn’t have left the wide-open spa America. But he and Jayce had to face facts; they were g up like Josh sooner or later. They were running out of pla start over.

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tomorrow; some formal dinner that was supposed to be one would notice him. Right… He knew his grace better t seen, he’d said—seen with Lady Jessica.

For all he was an Earl, Galen had nothing the rest of them out of school at twelve, he and his twin Griffin had been fast crowds and debauched, decadent lifestyle. When his bored, they left. Half the time he hadn’t had decent food He only knew the world he had lived in, despite the title, world was a twisted and dark nightmare.

Galen shook his head, walking to the window. He wasn’t into it. He needed his wits about him. The old bastard wa serious, he would see Galen hung or in prison. He was ju demented. Vanlare cared nothing for him personally, it w service he needed.

Galen stood silent by the window then, swarthy skin tens cheekbones as he caught sight of his reflection in the gla

What it showed was a tall and lean-honed body, wrapped skin, broad of shoulder, ridged abdomen, and corded tigh flanks, pitch black, straight hair, tucked behind his ears, his shoulders. There was an arch to his brows, a deep se flair to his nostrils, and a high cut set of cheekbones a sl his lips.

Singularly detached as he viewed the image…an image v mother. Only his jaw and chin were hard and squared, w been heart shaped, and only the eyes, which the window reflect accurately…were eyes filled with cold disdain for t body he had been given.

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The formal dinner brought a chance for Nikki to speak to guests were still arriving, people milling about, she whisp “It’s not good, Jess. “ Jessica raised her fan whispering. “In a few words?” Nikki sighed. “Cold eyes, hard build, handsome, animal, Jessica absorbed that a moment. “Source?” “Lady Lindy.” Jessica mentally admitted that was reliable. “Advice?” Nikki thought a moment. “Run?” Jessica laughed, quietly glancing at her, quite puzzled. ****

Nikki shrugged and moved away. She hardly knew what on the girl’s information. The deb read entirely too much thing. What seventeen-year old was aware of what anim erotic appeal meant? Bloody hell, she didn’t know that m

Jessica hated formal dinners worse than anything did; th lined with people, talking to guests on your left, on your from you. She was invariably paired with the most insuff or the shrill speaking gossips. The only break came when her next to a man with nasal drip. Jessica shuddered inw took her time trying to read the place cards.

It did not surprise her at all when Sir Voiles pulled out he when Lady Tackett scooted in on her right. She smiled at resisting the urge to roll her eyes and groan.

She assumed they were awaiting their host, standing at the table; the host seemed to be waiting too. Jessica lea

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good eyesight that let her read the place card. Lord Gale of Blackcove.

“Lady Tackett leaned over demanding in a shrill yell, “Are lady?"

“I’m fine.” Jessica composed herself, wondering if she ha loud. “You went quite pale.” That answered it. Jessica smiled, but it was soon gone.

A rumble of chatter drifted down to nothing. Jessica coul Tackett trying to peer over her she could not bring herse head. She sat facing that empty chair... Until he sat down.

She had a general view of black silk before the hostess in start of the meal.

Barely able to taste, she made herself go through the mo However, Lady Tackett set her nerves further on edge by over and over, “Who is he?” Jessica did not recall what s between courses, she did the polite back and fourth…unt she had to look across.

He had the wineglass to his lips. His black eyes were bor

Jessica felt her face flushing, not deeply, but most unusu He lowered the wineglass then simply sat there, looking those scorching eyes.

She glanced upward without meaning to, seeing silken b lay to his shoulders, then, back down; a face exotic, swa dangerous, and unique. Jessica made herself meet his ga because, she had better get used to it, something told he wanted to make her own deal with this man.

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how unattractive she was. Jessica frowned and pulled her gaze away.

She didn’t care. Her father had told her why he had chos

Yes, she could see it too. One did not have to know the e definitions of those words, to get the gist of it. She’d see a gleaming black panther among her father’s art, had ad for its grace and intense stare and predatory eyes. Now, shuddered inwardly.

The next few courses could have been dirt for all Jessica kept thinking, he’s looking at me, he’s looking at me. Me jewels. And he was, he did. Even when she spoke to the her, she could feel his pitch gaze.

She did not hear his voice at all, until someone asked him loud question. She wished they had not. His tone was de like black velvet. He strung together no more than five w there was something in the timbre and depth that was se

She waited until dessert to try and catch Nikki’s eye agai enough. Nikki was leaning back slightly, waiting. Jessica signal; she let her hand fall off her lap, and behind the ch shaped a word. They worked out code for times like thes when the spies where too close for them to speak.

Nikki almost made her laugh then. For she spelled a curs explicit one she’d no doubt learned from the coachman. Jessica took a sip of wine to cover her amused reaction, mistake of looking at the earl. He was watching.

When the end of dinner came, Jessica saw he was walkin join her. She observed that slow prowl but got herself co he reached her. “Lady Jessica.”

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shoulder came mid point on his upper arm. Jessica also n was hard, warm. Neither of these things particularly help aloof. A towering, sleek, large, black panther.

The hostess would play the piano while coffee and tea wa Jessica followed his lead to the far corner, well off from e He released her arm and she sat on the plush settee. He facing her and the room. The music suited the drama of her situation.

It was a vibrant, if not accurate piece that brought to mi seas and hellish nightmares. It was ironic. No one could felt like to her, to finally meet the man her father had ch wretched… absolutely, like watching her last faint hope w nothing.

The dramatic music gave her a mental image of being loc cadge with a circling cat.

Which is why she held her dignified pose and she kept he

One could not show weakness to a man like her father, n surmised, like the one facing her. “You do not care for the music, Lady Jessica?” “It’s very nice,” She answered flatly. “When you are ready to leave, you must let me know.”

She glanced at him then. He looked half bored. “I shall le you wish it.” His winged brow rose. “Not at all.”

Tension in her tightened another notch. The man must k what type of father she had? What type of controlled life Did he wish her to be agreeable or not?

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It was still fairly early. He signaled coach. She got in. So not surprise her when he climbed in also.

It was worse, Jessica discovered, in the close confines of There was something predatory about him that kept her She was not able to relax, nor too much degree, remain cool. Not with those eyes on her so intently.

He definitely had eyes like she had never imagined. Who rest of him… She was simply not going to try at the mom own names to it. Yet In the vehicle it was obvious that h honed, with swarthy skin that glowed warmly. The taut t it apparent that all of him was tightly muscled.

The coach swayed. The clip clop of the hooves echoed in

The open window allowed just enough breezes to cool Je Dressed in the black and silver gown, she had been too w townhouse. Her hair was done in a twist, with tendrils es blew against her brow and cheek. If he had not been wit would have enjoyed the privacy and respite. She looked eyes met. Jessica murmured, “Where are we going?” “Wherever you wish,” he answered smoothly. The evening light struck his eyes.

That’s when Jessica realized something else in his expres unsettled her, that she gazed at him for long moments in ****

“Is something wrong?” Galen watched her eyes turn colo remarkable; unnerving in a way that made him uneasy. some shade of green that had darkened visibly, not a tric something inward.

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“Very well.” The silence came again.

Galen was the one to look away first. He had separated h emotions long before he reached the dinner tonight, with deliberate, mental exercises like an actor playing a role. whom the Duke had threatened was very much present, safely locked away. “My father has given you my schedule?”

He answered yes, thinking that her voice was rich for a w smooth. “Did he explain things to you?”

“My father explains himself to no one.” Her smile was fro “No?” “You will inform me, of course, of what he plans?”

He shrugged, deciding to tell her a version of it. Galen la as he knew… that he must escort her and give the appea intimacy between them, whatever it took, for the public that the choice had indeed been made. Ending with, the wedding/honeymoon trip to Twin Bells. She muttered, “I see.”

Galen watched her eyes change again to a deep olive, an to grow stiffer. He read her inner tension by the strain at her mouth.

When they arrived at the Mansion, he escorted her inside her a formal adieu. By the time he was on his way to the townhouse, he had to acknowledge the fact that Jessica not what he expected. He agreed with Max, she was very holding her own. ****

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In the park, the following morning, Jessica rode beside h They caused a stir.

Society had been waiting for this for several years. Many turning to stare had been turned down in the worst way High bets had been on the books for ages at the clubs. H reputation as the ice queen, the snobbish princess, likely speculation.

No formal announcement had to be made. Society came conclusion. Since only Vanlare approved her escorts, it w the groom had been chosen.

Without looking at him Jessica could recall exactly what h Black riding breeches, a black shirt, jacket, black riding b horse was black.

She had been dressed in her bay colored habit with a wh blouse. Her hat cocked a bit to the side; gloves and boot slightly darker shade. Her hair was braided and pulled ba The habit was the only garment she owned that jewels w required, beyond the ruby broach in her jabot.

As they went though the be seen ritual, she noted that h overly friendly, nor was he rude, but he managed to kee a polite nod.

Jessica supposed that people looking in his expression m the message and be intimidated anyway. She certainly n had full command of the stallion he rode, there was no m he was a man who remained in control. Having been aro so often, witnessing his wild rages, she had to admire, al grudgingly, that the man had grace and ease, and still m intimidating.

When they had ridden off the path and came out at a sm Jessica stopped because he did.

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She did so, not waiting for him to help her down.

She took the mare a distance away securing the reins th He leaned with his boot sole against a large oak trunk.

Jessica half sat down on high stump, resting her buttock bracing her booted feet in the dirt. She lazily tapped her against her skirt. Looking out at nothing in particular.

It was a good time, perhaps their only private moment, t him. “You did not accept for the fortune. Did you, my lord?” “No,” he murmured. “My father has something else you want?” “…Yes.”

“So,” Jessica had thought of it all night. She knew her fa respects. “—He is blackmailing you in some fashion?” “Yes.”

She wasn’t at all surprised. It also took her half the night through. “And will you be free of him—when?”

“When you carry the first heir, he will have no more hold

She turned slowly and faced him, taking up much the sam before. This time she held the quirt in her hands, rolling she considered him. “Did he tell you, that he is ill?” Galen shrugged. “After a fashion.”

She nodded. “I should like to make a deal with you also.

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the tree, close to him.

He moved his gaze over her face, wondering why she wo yet knowing many women who painted themselves wors he hated was perfume, it turned his stomach like nothing sharp pungent kind offended him worse. But he smelled the breeze crossed her. He didn’t know a woman who sm fruit.

He took his time examining her angular face, looking at t her odd eyes. Her mouth was not full, but she held it ten irritated. He saw the mixed strands of hair under the hat colors of bronze and red and white. He visually traced he chin, the slim nose. She was twenty-four the Duke said. “What sort of bargain?” ****

Jessica let her breath out slow. She’d been holding it whi at her. It was a new experience, without her dripping in supposed it was easier to see her in the daylight. She’d n exposed as she had in those few moments. “You have some mixed blood,” she said absently. “Spanish,” he supplied.

She nodded, able to see it in his bones and skin color. Th wholly exotic look to him. His mouth she noted, up close in a soft way, but in a way that made her uncomfortable

She met his eyes instead. “After my father is dead and w according to his he wishes, I should like something. And give it to me.” He smiled cynically. “I thought I was?”

She flushed. “The heir is for him, did you not gather that “Yes. What do you get out of it, from the old man?”

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“No. Not until he is dead.” Her smile was bitter. “You hav father as I do. Even then, he will probably find a way to things.” “Why didn’t you didn’t run off, like your sisters?”

“He watches me, his spies do, waking and sleep.” She sh “Besides, he emphasized often enough, that the end of t would not get me out of his reach. I know that to be true Galen's brow rose slowly.

She looked away, and then paced a bit. “He controls eve I wear, whom I speak to, where I go. He has the servant room, my things. I—” She paused, shook her head. “I tri suitable husband. Eight years, I have tried…” “He said they were weak.”

She looked away. “Maybe they had vices, weakness, but the way he describes them. Any other family would cons suitable, reputable.” She stopped, looked down a momen “He wanted someone controlling like himself.” “I’m nothing like him.”

He said it with such loathing that Jessica jerked her eyes she understood his reaction.

“You have obviously met him. Yet, it is a small taste of w lived with. Do not, for a moment, think his obsession has brain. He is very shrewd and calculating.”

“I got the picture clear enough.” His contempt for the ma

“If there is a way that I can help you, I will,” Jessica told truthfully, “I have no way out of it. I am his last daughte heir until the-” she chewed her lip, then went on carefull way out of his grip for me, is to follow his plan, then whe hope that you and I may deal well enough together, to c agreement on our future.”

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want my freedom too.”

His brow rose. “Since you must birth the heir, I think tha complicated. But understand. I’m not really concerned ab do, or what your plans are. I realize it sounds cold, but it

His eyes pinned her. “I’m not agreeing to anything beyon stipulations. I told him and I am telling you, though it’s n he’s giving me, to use an analogy, you get what he paid else. I’m not one of those Lords who came willingly to hi greed. He didn’t mince words with me, and I’m not going - Don’t try to manipulate me into anything else.”

“Actually,” she said coldly, disliking his assumptions, and that speech dripping with ice. “I was trying for a bit of ho between us.”

She turned to fetch her mare. “I realize as his daughter a stranger, you may well suspect me of having some of his assure you, I do not have that luxury.”

By the time she was mounted, Galen was also getting on They rode back the way they had come.

Tension hung thick between them, both their faces set in

They would have to deal with each other later, at the Wh

Jessica thought with some seething and frustration, that situations like these—her father would find highly enterta he doubtless knew it when he chosen the man.

At least now, she knew for certain… he was unlike the ot ****

Lady Lindy was in the library. For once, not reading, pon things Lady Nikki had shared with her. By now Lindy was things together. It boggled her mind that the old man, af time, would choose Lord Blackcove.

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bring some logical reason to her brain that he should hav acquaintances like the American and the Earl.

The problem for Lindy was that Max was so-Marquis-ish.

He could be bloody arrogant at times. He was one of the might say, among the elite. Since Max was constantly ha her creating a scandal or not coming up to scratch… he c have nothing in his own background to hide… would he?

That thinking brought her right around to his choice of fr they became friends? She simply could not find a reason

She dare not go so far as brand Max a prig. No man with females could be that. He was blasted arrogant and terri when it came to ringing a peel over her head. He was co imagining she was going to cause some great scandal.

Pish! Females like herself were hardly interesting enough bother with. ****

Later that night, she attended a ball with Max. Lindy saw brother was about to approach Lady Jessica and Lord Bla paused, suggesting she get herself some punch.

She looked up at him though her glasses. “He is going to he not? So you had better stop acting as if he is some so who knows what you think?”

Max looked at her, blinking at the glare on the glasses as am very proud of the few real friends I have. “ “Then stop acting as if you are not. Let us join them.”

“The only reason I draw the line at our home is for propr narrowed his gaze at her “I have gotten you a companion completely disregard her. Half the time she does not kno are.”

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“Well, we are not at home now. I wish to get to know La better…so?” He apparently gave up approached the couple.

Max introduced his sister then asked Jessica to dance, be aware Galen did not. He gave Lindy a warning glance bef Lady out on the floor. ****

Lindy pushed her glasses up and gazed at the Earl of Bla

Galen tried to dismiss her gaze. She was nearly at his sh apparently trying to see him better. “Why did Lord Albert choose you?” “Because of my charm,” he said flatly watching Max and rounds the floor. “Where is your American friend? “ “Getting drunk.” She smiled. “How did you meet Max?”

“We met when he did his tour.” That was and sounded lik rehearsed answer.

Lindy turned watched the couple too. She was dressed n tonight with her red hair braided on her head, wearing a silk gown with sheer sleeves. But who could compare to the Vanlare heiress?

“It’s most odd, you know? Everyone has already deduced have been chosen. It rather upsets those who were not. you, very few of them know anything of your background and the Vanlare fortune has become like a legend. Eight long time to hold out.” 37

He looked away. “Can one?” “Well of course,” her tone drew his gaze again.

No one could be more surprised, when she removed her clean them and glanced up, revealing very beautiful gray surrounded by long red lashes.

Putting them back on she murmured, “You are the ideal, She walked off then. ****

Galen stared after her, resisting the urge to shake his he

“Thank you,” Max said while he returned Jessica to Galen Looking around he asked dryly, “Did you drown m’sister bowl or did she sneak off to the library?” Galen nodded toward a group of younger guests.

Max sighed. “Excuse me.” He left, heading in that directi They both watched him go and speak to his sister.

He moved on then, and Jessica watched the females look did not escape her notice that many were making a poin and speak to Galen too; some of them now waltzing by w their necks to gawk. She opened her fan and glanced aside at the Earl.

He wore black of course. But having said that, he stood o something stiff, starched about the men present, some s made them blend. Galen looked relaxed, yet, not the eye beginning to read them and she could tell that he was ve aware of everything going on in the room.

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Galen had noticed it, Not just when she was dancing, the glittering all over, but when he had collected her from th understood why there were outriders and people watchin wore a fortune on her person.

His long gaze apparently drew a look from her, though sh stop slowly fanning. “There is a card room if you wish to play.” His gaze flickered over her face. “Why do you wear that powder?”

She flushed. “It’s not my choice. Then again, since I am beauty my sister’s were, I would have to wear it to cover skin.” “No one looks at you anyway.”

She smiled tightly. “That is an honestly—spiteful—thing t correct, the jewels hypnotize them.” She flicked her fan t crowd.

The tightness in her voice was evident. Galen told himse here to be nice. He bloody well didn’t intend to forget wh himself the object of so much curiosity and whispers. He beginning to comprehend that anytime he was with her, to happen.

The old man must be eating it up. Well he damn sure wa could feel the eyes moving on him in ways that brought b wrong kids of feelings. He appreciated why she pretende her every move was watched. There wasn’t a whole lot t about it. Particularly since it was obvious he had the duk

The duke planned on putting a formal notice of the betro papers soon. Galen imagined the real bloody circus would start then.

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He cursed. Jessica looked at him. He smiled very coldly.

“You're wasting your time taking your bitterness out on m his gaze. “As you say, I cannot do anything about it.” Sh grimly, “As much as I should like to walk off this very mo would be considered rude; moreover, my father’s eyes w He would be most displeased with me. So I shall remind that you may find the card room if you wish.”

Her eyes had changed colors again, Galen marveled that only outward sign of her emotions. “You may not be like got your own brand, of bitchiness.”

Her face warmed. “Excuse me.” She slowly, walked away

Galen cursed again; wondering if what she said was true from him was some kind of social breech that her father and be angry? He set his jaw and watched her make her the room.

No one could miss the glitter, nor, that counterfeit smile.

He frowned and saw her do something odd. She stepped group of people and was apparently having a conversatio urn. Since the urn was near some velvet drapes, he was only one that noticed.

Galen watched this go on for some time before she move did not watch her then, but the drapes, somehow it was when a brown haired woman emerged. She was young, a three, had dark sable brown hair and was somewhat talle of the ladies. He vaguely remembered her from the form

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“What?” “You and Lady Jessica“ Galen stared at him. “How should it be?”

Max sighed. “Figured you would make the best of it. Afte legally be her husband, father her children you know… th thing. “

“That’s got nothing to do with anything, but the old man

“Jesus,” Max muttered “do you have to be so cold bloode

“That’s what it is,” Galen reminded him. “He’s blackmaili remember?” “Yeah I do. But it could make all the difference how you yourself.”

“To whom? The outcome is the same. Same reasons, sam give him what he wants, he gives me the warrants, that'

“To Lady Jessica,” Max said quietly. “Why make it harder in the same fix?”

Galen's eyes were flat. “What do you expect me to do, M advantage of the situation and pretend I am a willing sui

Max looked away. “I don’t why I bother talking to you lik don’t want anything to change. You just want to keep on everything through the past.”

Galen didn’t want to argue with him. “Let it go, Max. You sound like an old woman.”

Max laughed, shook his head. “Must be Lindy twisting my “What’s the ideal?” “What?” Max frowned at him.

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Max laughed. “At her age it’s probably something out of brooding heroes with tortured souls.” Max lost his smile a “Sorry that was…”

Galen shrugged. He looked over to where he had last see head. She was talking to the brown haired woman from t

They both turned looked at him, which made him uneasy

Lady Lindy came toward them, he turned to the crowd to Lady Jessica. Max scolded her for what she had said to Galen. Lindy answered, “I thought men liked their ego stroked. Max. Your mistress was in the park this morning.”

“All right, brat.” Max took her arm. “I think we are taking “Oh, goody.” His sister ginned.

Galen nodded to Max and they left. He started to walk to he had last seen Jessica. He nodded in much the same fo when people spoke, but avoided conversation. He walked the way around before he saw her standing out in the ha

He stepped out, in time to see her lean back against the shallow alcove with a window. She had taken off her glov rubbing her temples. He made no sound as he approached.

Jessica lazily opened her eyes. She pinched the bridge of once, and then lowered her hands.

“Ready to leave?” His deep voice seemed quiet in the sm

“Yes.” She looked away from him and down while she pu gloves.

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“So I noticed.”

“I’m not making excuses. Just stating facts. I have a title story.”

She lowered the window to get air. Her head was hurting that simple. People’s lives are always more complex than assumption.” He said nothing to that.

“Max told me you were schoolmates before your parents He said your life was complicated and different.” “Did he?” She looked at him. “You needn’t get sarcastic, that is all rubbed the side of her head.

“Why don’t you miss a few amusements or something, y need a break.” She almost laughed, “My father decides my schedule.” “Since I am your escort, I’ll see what I can work around She raised her brow, and then winced, because it hurt. “I’m very good at avoiding spies.” “Are you?” Yes. Even the duke’s.”

Her sigh was doubtful, but she was too miserable to deba

She laid her head back against the cushions. Bother tryin role for him, she thought. Her head was throbbing.

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Jayce had not gotten drunk.

He actually walked around London seeing a bit more than clubs and elaborate mansions, and found there was quite fascination with his accent and country, of course his clot him stick out like a sore thumb, even if he kept his mout

He didn’t tonight; he found the more common classes a s interesting than the aristocracy. He spent time talking to keepers, dock workers, a few artists who sold their work He ate at a nice hotel, and then returned to the townhou He was in the upper sitting room when Galen returned. “I thought shindigs lasted till the wee hours?”

“The Lady had a headache.” Galen went to his chamber, door open so they could talk, while he changed into noth of black trousers.

He padded barefoot back into the sitting room and sat do settee, helping himself to Jayce's coffee. He couldn’t abid

“What’s news?” Jayce eyed him while he propped his fee table.

Galen relayed what Jessica had said about the old man c life. He told him what he had said to her at the ball. Jake Galen told him, what Max had said, his little bits of advic observation.

Jayce rubbed his finger down his Roman nose, reflecting, that place we went to in Denver, the one with green silk “Yes.”

“I saw your face before you went in there, with the wom how it is? “

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before you even see them?” “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“You know,” Jayce mused, “If we was in America and ran like the Duke; we’d turn the tables real fast and put the him. He’d hand over those papers quick enough.” “This isn’t America.” “She’s not a Paris whore.” Galen stared at him. “They weren’t the whore. I was.”

“Don’t be a sonofabitch, I’m trying to have a conversatio grumbled.

Galen smiled, but covered it by taking another sip from h means, converse.”

“You're going through with this for your own reasons. I k better than Max does. I’ve seen you take the enemy dow sound.” “I killed Laparre.”

Jayce studied on that. “Yes, I believe you told me once.” “He’s got proof, no matter how distorted.”

“Tell me this, what are you going to do about her? I mea old man dies or whatever ends it?” “She’s not my problem.” “Legally she’ll be your wife.”

“She’ll have the money and everything, properties, busin whatever. She’ll be set.”

“I don’t know, Galen. These English ladies ain’t like the o had. “

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He was aware when he was talking to a wall though. “I’m He arose and went to his room.

Galen sat there a moment, and then went to his own cha managed to piss off just about everybody tonight…that w much his standard score. ****

Galen collected her for the scheduled musical. Except, as arrived, he led her around the back, into a black hack.

Jessica was too surprised and said nothing they drove of “How's the headache?”

“Milder.” She unpinned her hat and laid it in her lap. It fe anyway.

They ended up at a little cafe for lunch, then walking sev before getting back in the hack, and riding to the Marqui

Again she did not comment when he led her through the doors, and into a rear sitting room. Leaving the French d Galen told her to sit.

She sat down on thick cushioned sofa and shrugged off h length jacket. Her gown was pale rose, fairly light, comp of her wardrobe. She watched him roll up his sleeves bef he’d be back.

Jessica looked around the room. The Marquis was wealth room was so cozy, tasteful. The walls were mint green w prints and the fabrics were flowered, with clean lines, no furnishings were mostly rattans and the air and light from made it seem so relaxing.

Galen brought the coffee in and poured two cups. He wa the strands of pearls out of the way while she sipped. “Why don’t you take them off, put them in your bag?”

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cheroot.

Jessica eyed him up and down as he stood with his back Sunlight glinting off his hair, he was broad shouldered, le and the snug fit of his trousers make it impossible not to how taut his shape was.

She looked away from him, frowning at the thoughts cre mind. She would have to be intimate with him. It was ine

There were things in expression that made her dread it. that they were virtual strangers, something that made he could uncover more, at least something to expect? If she inkling how he would be, she could brace herself, prepar accept it.

Her father talked only of the heir, God knew that the inst such, who had trained them for society, had not mention She hated being this old, this ignorant.

Part of it was, of course, that no one really touched her. had been too ill to hold her, and too preoccupied to notic had always been distant and cold. The men she had enco apply for her hand? They had been too polite, and too bo offending her, and losing their chance at the fortune, to d else. Personal maids stroked the jewels and caressed the were very deft helping her dress, doing her hair, and she she was blessed she was allowed to bath herself. But tou touching, were not the same things.

Having lived with her father, she could handle not contro She knew what to expect, and nothing he did surprised h across the room from her was entirely different, he made he made her angry, he even insulted her…and she couldn down, because he also spent much of time, looking at he

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Tired of her own thoughts, not wishing to bring on anoth Jessica closed her eyes and breathed deep to relax her b

She wasn’t aware when she drifted off to sleep. Used to over, she didn’t usually nod off in company, but the stres stolen what few hours she did manage to get. ****

Galen turned and saw her with her head back, her eyes c slight frown between her brows. She was sitting up.

He walked quietly over and moved her body to a reclinin She was so limp she didn’t seem to notice. He looked do long while, particularly at her face. Some of the powder h on the pillow; there was peach skin with light freckles.

He raised his brow but walked over to the chair and prop on a low table. He lay his head against the chair back, w sleep beneath his thick lashes. Eventually, he too drifted ****

The only one to witness this was Jayce. He was walking t path, smoking a cigarette, when he spied the open door. walked toward them. Once his eyes moved from the sofa he stood there a few moments. He saw the woman roll to dislodge a long lock of hair that slid over her cheek. She and pushed it aside. Her knees bent in a way that made She tucked her hands under the cushion.

He looked at her exposed shoes and thought the ankle b tight and uncomfortable. He glanced at Galen, who alway was merely resting his eyes. He wasn’t going to speculat were doing here like this. He’d probably be wrong anywa walked quietly back the way he had come. ****

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He reached to move the hair off her face and push it beh

It was cool, and smelled of peaches. He studied its mixed on his palm and fingers, strange, like her eyes. It was un

Galen swept her hair back. A strand caught on her lips an fingers to pull it loose and lift it away. Most of the powde except for some near her hairline. Her entire face was lig the skin was dewy smooth except for tiny lines beside he “Jessica,” he called her name softly. Her eyes opened wide revealing light green flecks. “Jessica?” He searched her face.

She blinked several times, and it seemed to him, with ea her eyes got a bit darker.

She finally focused on his visage.” I fell asleep?” She hus cleared her throat and licked her lips.

He nodded and moved to stand. She sat up. Her hands w hair. She grimaced and stood searching for the combs an finding them.

Galen sat back down while she dumped out all the jewels carried everything to an oval mirror. She put the jewels powdered her face.

“I can’t do my hair,” she muttered, trying to get the shou it up. He arose and walked over to stand behind her.

Jessica stiffened when he scrapped his fingers through it tucking a comb in, then twisting it, and tucking another. had a reasonably good style fashioned. Their eyes met in the mirror.

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She dropped her eyes from his face. “After, I suppose. I’ press my luck. There is a coachman still waiting at Lady for us. I don‘t dare return home and change into someth He smiled, but she didn’t see it.

They departed, after he roused the dozing hack driver, w parked at the corner. Dropped off again at a back street, quite silly cutting across lawns, through gardens, until th the Greenfield house. The coachmen and guards did not look amused. “The theater,” Galen ordered, handing her inside before

Jessica found he hat in the floor, and worked some of the off that was jeweled. She could see his amused eyes, tho not smile. Had she not slept so long, she could have gon changed without much speculation, as it was, she dare n events on her schedule. ****

The following week the announcement was in the papers The betrothal was official.

Both Galen and Jessica read it was some amazement, sin if the person had conducted a long interview with the par themselves.

The one notable thing about the article was the lack of b Galen. It merely stated the Earl of Blackcove was home f He had been born in Dover. It went on to say, that the E known to Lord Albert for many a year, but that it was no return to England, that he had met, and lost his heart… t heiress.

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Galen had read it. Everyone in the Marquis house seeme table, lingering over it. Even Lady Lindy, who was not us when they gathered, sat between her brother and Jayce

“I don’t envy you today.” Max finally put down the paper coffee. “Everyone will be falling all over you. The man wh the Vanlare fortune! That makes you as lofty in their eye Albert himself.”

“It says here,” Lindy cut in. “that there is to be an engag the assembly rooms.” She looked up, her brows arched a lenses. “Good God! You don’t suppose the old goat will c do you?” “Lindy.” Max scolded.

She grunted. “Give over, Max. We all know he is an evil o tossed the paper down and propped her elbows on the ta must learn to dance by tonight, my Lord. You will have to your own ball.” Galen looked at Max.

Jayce was chuckling, until Lindy turned to him and annou you, Mr. Barrette. You must get a formal suit, to honor y here. I don’t suppose you waltz?” “No. “ She smiled at him. “I shall be glad to teach you.” “Lindy,” Max said again.

Lindy slowly turned to her brother. “Maxwell, I am seven four. I would consider it a kindness, if you did not call me front of guests, as if I were.” She stood up, shoved her c then stormed out of the room.

Max sighed, resting his palms beside his plate. He could on him. “Excuse me, I’ll be back in a moment.” He arose search of his sister.

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“Think he strangled her?” Jayce muttered, “Must be that hers.” He grunted. He heard Max call for her companion. opinion, was less than diligent, more often than not, abs

“They provoke each other.” Galen shrugged, finishing his

Sometime later, Max returned, looking as flawless and fr He sat down and filled his coffee cup. “Be in the music ro Jayce. And do not be late.” Jayce froze in mid bite.

Those aqua eyes pinned him. “One,” Max repeated, and Galen, “I suggest you forgo your morning ride, and collec bring her here.” “I’m not dancing.” Galen let him know. Max simply grunted and finished his coffee. ****

Lord Albert was in the hall when Galen informed Jessica of plan. She went upstairs, without asking her father firs

The two men locked gazes for a long time, Lord Albert st apparently, with the reality of what was happening. Able perfectly, Galen let him know it. He relished the fact that not questioned him, nor had she waited for her father to prearranged schedule. He wasn’t sure why she did it, but sure used it, to smile coldly, smugly, at the man. Finally Lord Albert growled, “Do not have her arrive late betrothal ball.” He tossed a box at Galen.

Inside was an antique thin band that was surprisingly tas

Galen merely dipped his head before the old man thump study and slammed the door. ****

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The maid looked none too pleased. She finished assisting combed Jessica’s hair and arranged it in a pouf with long trailing at her nape, a few wisps by her temples.

She assisted with the white half boots, and as if she had say something, the woman groused, “If you wish to mak on time, you must return by six.”

Jessica ignored her and collected her purse and hurried b was halfway down before she realized that she had not r face powder. She paused, and half turned, then shrugge to meet Galen in the foyer.

She accepted the band; having seen it often enough, as caressed it. There would be a ring with a set upon their w the betrothal ring meant nothing to either of them. **** Galen noticed the lack of cosmetics.

In the closed coach, the late morning light bathed her fa manner that was flattering. He had seen too many femal bodies, in his mind to care what was beautiful or attracti accepted that most men had a different opinion about it. were usually of females he did not have a particular reac mother had been beautiful on the outside, dark, alluring, was corrupt, weak and foul.

He didn’t remember all the women after he learned to sh feelings. However he did have aversions, to different sce sounds, odd things that brought it up in his subconscious smells; some he had detected in that Bordello Jayce had was a mixture of strong sex, stale perfume, and sweat… make his stomach roll.

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was already able to discern that tension, nervousness, an negative feelings turned her eyes darker. When her guar her mood pleasant, they got lighter. When she had awak sleeping, he supposed that it was the only time in which wearing her social mask, or having to be on alert.

As if uncomfortable under his gaze, Jessica looked out th murmured, “People do not look at me. Why, do you do s often?” “Because I’m rude.”

She recognized that was a flip answer, so she did not pre sighed instead and enjoyed the fact that she was not goi face the crowds until tonight.

Then, in public, she would have to play the fairy tale writ papers. It was like her father to do that; build some sort story around it. In spite of the fact that matches were m practical reasons, he enjoyed anything that showed the w not have to follow anyone’s rules but his own.

Too, it gave the impression that he had indulged his dau wishes—that he had cared if the man had feelings for he cynical thoughts she could see him this morning, laughin article, relishing that he could make people believe anyth to. “I watch people, because it’s how I read them.”

She cast him a quick glance. “It is no doubt how you per of keeping your own thoughts hidden?” She shrugged an out the window. “When someone else has rigid control ov your thoughts are really all you own.”

She shook her head. “My father thinks he can control eve manipulating things like the article this morning. It gives impression that he wants to give. I wouldn’t hide my tho someone that I could be honest and straightforward with who would not use them against me in some way. There

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their motives, to do the same? Therefore, you are left to them, as you say, because they have been given no reas have confidence in your motives.”

“That’s a long way of saying, you don’t trust people.” He “His Grace, being what he is, that’s understandable. Don into my brain. You wouldn’t like what you find.”

She smiled, it was empty of humor. “I wasn’t, I was mer say, if people mutually trust each other, neither has to b guard.”

They arrived at the Marquis’ townhouse. He handed her d slanted her a glance. “I’m not suspicious of you. I don’t t father. “

She shrugged. “Why do you spend so much time looking read me?”

“Because I’m rude,” he said flatly, and led her through th

Lady Lindy met Jessica in the hallway and invited her abo her sitting room, muttering something about sheet music glanced at Galen before going up, while she acknowledge that his answer had been a non-answer.

He stepped around her and said he would be in the librar and Jayce. Jessica watched him walk away in that gracef stride. “Lady Jessica?”

“Yes.” Jessica turned and headed to the staircase. She sm appears I am hiding out here until the ball?”

Lindy looked at her. “What’s different about you? Hmmm You look so much more-real.”

“No powders. I forgot them,” Jessica said as they went u staircase.

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heiress the other way.” “I am the heiress.” “The snobby one.” The girl laughed. Jessica found herself smiling. “Oh¾ that one.”

Lindy led her into a wide sitting room, just off her bedcha bay window and lavender walls with white and dark purp drapes. There was various seating, all comfortable, mixe

It was like nothing Jessica had seen, warm and cool at th relaxing, with a scarf tossed here over a chair back, a sta or a bud vase on a table.

Lindy left the door to her room opened. “Make yourself c You are welcome to come in here if you like, but it is at y My maid has a sniffle. I told Max that I would see to mys recovers.”

She kept on talking and Jessica listened while she pulled and put her purse on a side table. Walking around the ro picked up some small portraits framed in silver sitting at Obviously her parents. The woman was quite stunning w hair; the man looked very much as Lord Kilgore did now. one of Lady Lindy at a young age also.

Jessica eyed a watercolor on the wall of lilies, a pretty clo mantel over a white fireplace. Finally she went to the doo Lindy’s room.

There were clothes hanging over the wardrobe door, stoc on the dressing screen in the corner. And Books… Books lines around one wall, pamphlets sticking out of their pag was a much darker shade of lavender than the sitting roo furnishings were a beautiful white lacquer.

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them. “Gad!” She flipped that mass of wine red hair out “I’ve got to get more organized.” She invited Jessica to s the chairs. Jessica moved the stack of books and sat down.

“Lady Nikki told me you are not allowed real friends?” Lin commented as she went to the wardrobe and took down dress. “No. My father discourages it.”

“I imagine so.” Lindy undid the buttons down the side of shrugged it off her shoulders. “She told me the worst of have heard Max and the others talking. You must not wo would gossip about it though. “ “Thank you?”

“I actually detest the whole social thing, it’s all so false a

“You do not wear a corset?” Jessica blurted when the girl undressed, wearing only a short thin slip of silk and shee

“No.” Lindy shuddered. “I think they are torture devises men. Luckily I am thin enough to get by with it. I wouldn in any case.” She pulled on the cream gown. “They can v medical problems. I believe that the more natural we let develop, the healthier we are.”

Jessica’s brow rose, she went over to do the buttons of t was of linen with a square neckline and lace bodice with did very nice things for the girl’s skin.

“Thank you.” Lindy smiled then went to the dressing tabl the pens out of her hair, it fell thick and heavy down her overwhelming her face and sliding forward. It all but obs pulled off her glasses she combed it. “You have very lovely eyes.”

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She turned and slid her glasses on. “I don’t suppose you going to put Lady Nikki on the guest list?”

Jessica sighed heavily. “No. He doesn’t know we are frien did, you can wager he would find a way to end it. In any will only be people of the highest rank and reputation the

“It must feel awful,” Lindy sat on the bed across from he your best friend at the most important ball of your life?” Jessica stared at her a moment.

Lindy sighed and smiled dryly. “Oh, all right. I know it is should be. Anyone with a brain can figure out that things peculiar. It does prick my curiosity, I will admit. Still, she friend, it seems such a shame…”

“It is a ritual, for my father, and for society, nothing mor arose walking over and holding back the fluttering sheers the window to the street below.

Lindy knew that. She was ever so slowly putting the bigg together. The little pieces escaped her however. “I know seem very young,” Lindy said quietly and walked over, to shoulder. “But it’s my own mask. Do you understand?”

Jessica looked at the young woman for several moments face, seeing beyond the glasses. She reached and covere slim hand. “I think so.”

Lindy stepped back, pulled off the glasses, looking out th blinking. “My mother was a very beautiful, a very poised woman. She was exceptionally feminine. My father adore Everyone did. Her ease and style just drew people to her incredibly nice to everyone, yet she was a very sophistica Lindy slid the glasses back on. “I came out of the womb and it has been that way ever since.” Jessica grinned. Lindy chuckled. 58

don’t really understand me. Otherwise, I would take ever personal and get my feelings hurt. Besides, I do find thin amusing that no one else seems to.”

Jessica noticed that, genuinely liking the young woman, feeling close to her already. They talked a bit about their about Jessica’s sisters, the distance between them, beca father. They talked of Nikki and her dreadful in-laws.

It was mutually decided in that exchange of confidences, were going to be good friends apart from what society ex

“Is it awful“ Lindy asked when they emerged in the hall? twenty-four and so controlled?”

“The years have a way of running together. It’s like… sur simply try to get through it, hoping that some day it will

They walked down the hall to the landing then heading b to the music room.

“That is exactly why I will not wed for society sake. Not e Max. I know what I must do, yet I have some small hope fortunate enough, to have what I wish instead.”

They arrived in the music room. A long rectangular space long windows made up the outside wall. Sheer curtains b against the polished oak floors. There was a piano and h of instruments and lecterns, music books to one side. It with a high white ceiling and warm creamy walls. “Do you play?” Lindy asked her. “Yes. Do you?”

Lindy grimaced. “I wouldn’t call it that. It’s more like ban noise.”

Jessica laughed then took the music from her hand and w the piano. She sat down on the bench and adjusted the m then began to play the piece, a perfect atmospheric melo

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notes on the page.

Lindy was leaning against the wall when Max, Jayce, and in. Her eyes flickered over her brother who wore a slight smile.

The America, Lindy noticed, was dressed in his indecent laced up the sides, and that almost sheer white shirt tha dark hard muscles. He looked like a bloody pirate, or wor blond hair was as windblown as always, his hard face like carved out of stone. He really was a large strapping man

Lindy mentally shook her head at her own description, an whose raven hair was tucked behind his ears, his shirt un the throat, he stood with his arms crossed casually, and honed in on Lady Jessica.

Lindy tried to see what they must; the lady in a white so hair piled atop her head with strands escaping and blowi face and neck. The sun was arching in from the far windo out the mixture of roan colors. Her skin looked almost de mouth held a slight smile. Not, the icy heiress this.

Lindy could never have played her mother’s piece like th it. It almost brought tears to her eyes to hear it so beaut to life. She swallowed and looked at Max again. He slowl met her eyes. They shared a smile of understanding. The expressed so much of what their mother had been. It wa wonderful, and heart rending. ****

Jessica felt Galen’s eyes on her and was glad the last tra were sounding. She sat there a moment to let the echo r then turned on the bench, watching Max and Lindy stroll

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Jessica listened a moment before joining him. They playe at each other, laughing a bit when Max missed his notes. ****

Lindy was leaning on the piano watching them, somethin look over at Galen.

He had come closer and was standing with one hand on t The look on his face was quite interesting. She turned ba duet. Was it resentment, jealousy or desire?

Jessica rested her hands in her lap, now simply watching Lindy went over to Jayce and held her hands in a pose.” dance, sir?” He grunted. “I don’t know how to dance that stuff.” She dropped her hand. “Do you know how to bow?” He did it, half-heartedly.

“That’s better than nothing.” She looked at his face and s put one hand on my waist.” She stopped and added, “Yo come closer. Your arms are longer than mine.”

When he frowned. She teased, “Come now, Mr. Barrette. you.” “I’m not so sure,” he muttered but came close to her.

Lindy placed his big hand on her waist and raised hers to shoulder. Her eyes flickering to his. She felt his inflexible appeared to be gritting his teeth, odious man.

She took his other arm and extended it just so, and lay h his. Her head barely reached his throat but she managed neck and then look up at him, stepping back a bit to crea distance.

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absolutely fascinating.

She became even more amused by Lindy’s attempt to di caught up in the moment when Lindy appeared to be try to move his feet, she turned, and caught Galen starring a

Without thinking, Jessica arose and walking to him, her f relaxed, her pink lips smiling. She reached and took his h place on the chair back. “Come, Lord Wolfe. Let us assist Perhaps he will not feel so mortified?”

Galen didn’t know why he let her lead him across the roo intention of dancing. They joined the other couple. Jessica met the America’s tried to step the correct way. “Mr. Barrette, Y—”

“Jayce,” he told her, “That’s all, I ain’t English.” He stopp and was simply standing there, with his tanned hand on

“Your friend here is going to help you out. I find it most a a man wishes to learn something new. It shows a flexibil character, an open mind.” She smiled a bit wider at him.

Jayce was only human. He smiled back. “Yeah, well, I ca nothing like this stuff. Not to this music.” “Well then,” Jessica said. “Lady Lindy will help you. Just we do. All right?”

Jayce nodded and looked at Galen whose face was impas

Jessica stepped close enough to Galen, who was standing his arms relaxed. She looked over at Maxwell a moment, stopped playing and was watching the couples, apparent

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She said somewhat huskily, “I will lead only at first, you who moves very well. You take over when you are ready

He said nothing, so she began to count and step, count a count and step.

Galen was so focused on her body movements that it wa to follow them. He in fact almost anticipated before she m from his hand on her waist, and whatever pressure she a released from his hand. He never had to take gaze off of even when after a few turns, he was leading the waltz. ****

Lindy and Jayce forgot for a moment that they were to fo

They could be forgiven, because it was truly captivating t Galen's sinewy and agile body in the black clothing seem Jessica’s slippers from the floor, as if she were merely flo swaying, dipping to his movements.

Her lightness against his darkness, from the gown to the her roan hair and her womanly curves against his mascu Lindy noted when his arm went further round her waist; never stopped looking down at her.

It was the first time in her life she understood why the w so scandalous at one time. Watching the two, it appeared hypnotic. She did not look back at Jayce, until Galen app pulled Jessica closer; the soft flutter of her skirts was bru trouser legs. **** “Are you ready?”

Jayce dragged his eyes away from the couple. He had ne Galen dance. He’d never seen him do much of anything t fun. He hadn’t seen him hold a woman either. The way h

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fingers flexed on her waist.

“No. And it’s not proper of you to mention it, Sir. Now, I and you are following.” She began the steps apparently f awkwardness… and grinning.

Jayce felt like a mountain. His entire hand could span he clothing was too damned thin! Max should do something girl. She should be wearing a corset.

He looked down, trying to watch their feet and counted w stepped on her small foot with his western boots.

She hissed falling into his chest the pain hit her. “Bloody

He heard her hiss. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and let her brac against him, as if his chest were a tree trunk, while she l and rubbed at her toes. “What are those things?” “Western boots. Cowboys wear them.”

“Dancers do not.” She let her foot drop glancing up at hi Max fetch you a pair more suitable.” “I like my boots.”

“Just for tonight. You can put them back on when you ar dancing.” She grunted and took his hand again. “Now thi remember, you are stepping, not stomping.”

He tried. He did much better. But he said scolding and di because she made him feel like a clod pole, “You shouldn words. It ain’t proper.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“I don’t know why you wear them glasses. They don't he any better.”

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talked to him. It didn’t improve his temper.

He put a bit of pressure, giving her no choice but to go w walked them. A huge dip and sloppy circle later, he said glasses, “Some body needs to correct you, young lady, n way around. You are damned lucky that I’m a friend of y Or I wouldn’t be out on this floor, humoring a brat with a attitude.”

Lindy flushed. “I’m not snooty. I just meant that you hav meaningless conversation with lady, pay her compliment something. Even if you think she needs correcting, it’s no

He did a turn that was more of a jerk. His anger obvious too heavy. It looks like a damned horse’s mane.” He jerk again. “You got a bratty mouth. No fancy lord is going to if you don’t take them water glasses off your eyes.”

He took two gliding steps that nearly threw her on the flo

Mortified, Lindy stopped. When the pull of his arms made against his chest-, she raised her slipper, stomped his fo could.

“Unlike the females you probably consort with, I do not p day some egotistical, overbearing, man, comes to carry m you cannot stand a bit of advice, then do not, dish it out.

He looked down at her red face… and realized he had bee mean. “You can get off my foot now.”

She did. Stepping back, checking her hairnet, and then s carefully, unhurriedly, took off her glasses, and tucked th pocket. She composed her face…and looked up at him.

“Jesus.” Jayce wasn’t aware he said it out loud. He felt h abandon his lungs.

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Jessica’s body seemed to have lost itself somewhere in th of the waltz.

Galen had very soon taken the lead, and the more he led he drew her, until she could feel his hard body burning th gown. Her face was probably flushed. Yet, he captured h easily he captured her body, and she could not look away

Tingling with a lightness that suffused her blood, Jessica Galen’s scent; like night rain and wild untamed wind, it r heat of him and scorched through his shirt… and her bod

There was something very alarming about his stare, his h had never felt so much of a person, never had someone close.

Her gaze could not pull away, from the shadows that see deep inside his own. Something in her chest, her stomac outward and unfurled in her like pedals opening to receiv sun.

She told herself this was no typical gentleman who held her across the room. Those shadows, not only in his eyes his enigmatic face, seemed to be pulling her in, luring he

Far from a simple waltz, Galen was doing something that her.

She could feel the humid breath flowing over her own lip blood moving through her veins, the energy coursing thr body, having lain dormant in some corner of her being. I skin had suddenly become new.

A part of her said she should fear it; she should not yield senses so easily. It was so unlike the vise-like prison of h simply too seductive.

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They stopped.

Jessica could then hear their mingled breathing, amplifie humid, blending.

His eyes, in that exotic face, turned shimmering ebony. S own breath catch, as if she had inhaled bits of him inside the intensity of it left her vulnerable.

He seemed to lean his head closer. His face…. Those eye

His arm held her a bit tighter. Thick, silken lashes lowere fraction, lips softening. They were flushed, velvet, someh

Then he slowly straightened and looked away, as if to cle of her flushed face and moist trembling lips. * * * *

He did not want to know why she had suddenly come aliv touch. As If he had been holding body and watched it tur It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, it would happen, was prepared for it, focused on it.

He had to think of her as a body, one that would receive duke demanded, in exchange for the truth that could get did not want, after all of this time, all of the strength and taken for him to deal with it, to see, experience or want, anything of himself to a woman, to anyone.

“I never kiss,” he heard himself say if from a long way of one thing, I kept for myself.” ****

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an informal lunch.

Jessica followed along, walking with Lindy as they joined area and filled their plates buffet style. Something chang waltz, something significant had happened to her. And, s to him too. It was significant, and she would never be ab

Jayce and Max talked easily during lunch, covering any s Though the American did seem a bit distracted. Jessica e in a conversation on books she had read. All in all, by the took her home to dress for the ball, she thought she han well. ****

If the ride to the ball was any clue to what the actual eve like, Jessica would be fortunate if she did not break her o stiffness.

The Duke, Lord Albert, rode with them. Seated across fro he was dressed in a rich black suit with a snowy neck clo ruby stickpin. His top hat and gloves sat beside him in th hands rested atop his cane, which was braced on the floo

His eagle eyes kept moving back and fourth on the pair o things that he uttered both mortified and disgusted Jessi some sense of Galen's reaction also, Seated beside her a body vibrated with abhorrence and seething anger.

Jessica had heard much of it her whole life, his ratings an rattling on. She’d formed an ability to block it out… becau too aware every word and sound.

Yet he had not, in front of them both, made such explicit their size and bodies, to the potency of Galen, and how J surely a fertile woman because she had started her mens

It went on in such a way, that the graphic pictures he ex bordering on obscene. At one point, he reached out at on almost touching Jessica’s breast.

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Oh God. He looked ready to do murder.

It was no less worse inside the ballroom. They had to sta the receiving line, with his eyes on his daughter’s every s Albert criticized; he muttered warnings to her. At one po actually grabbed Jessica’s wrist so hard she thought it wo Jessica thought she was going to fall apart finally, it was much.

He told Jessica she’d better not miss a step, nor show an him during the occasion. That she had better, get that lo eye. ****

Galen was almost at his limit. He could be detached. He bastard. He could tell himself that his stud service was a to bother with. But the old man was pushing it.

He sat through the coach ride, wanting to smash his boo mouth. He had been in enough explicit situations to know carnal flesh feeding the old man set around and thought his guts clinch.

He thought, for all she was used to it, Jessica had not be the kind of talk, nor had she been aware of the mental im man had expressed in the coach. He knew that, for a fac

Yes, he wanted to be coldly angry. He wanted to say tha wasn’t his problem. He wasn’t here to protect her pure m her virginal ears.

He told himself, while he stood in line beside her and hea man between guests, prodding, criticizing, and grabbing way that he only had one part in it and that was it. It wo him one bit to be a buffer between her and the duke.

Sick as he was, tense his guts became, cold as he felt… H know how much longer he could control himself.

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He had prepared throne chairs for the three of them on a The sheer implications of it embarrassed Jessica. The gre Albert and the Vanlare heir looking down on the populace Galen were seated on either side of him.

Her father leaned down and growled at her, “You will be time I look over. Do you understand me? You will not cau moment, one whisper of talk because of your insolence.”

She smiled at him, her eyes dark, her head pounding, an humiliation complete. Through clenched teeth she said, “

He laughed if she had told some great jest, and then beg small groups of the high sticklers.

Jessica did not know what she said, actually. She felt if b wrapped around her from her throat down. It seemed to pearl encrusted silver gown was shrinking by the momen what life there was out of her. This was her life, it had be and she loathed it and him.

Under the guise of leaning to greet one of the guests, sh satin wrap off her shoulders and let it slide to her elbows

The pearl pins holding her hair seemed to be digging into The braids wrapped atop her head in a crown fashion, we neck like bricks. She could hear the orchestra tuning on side of the ballroom, but the people kept coming toward chandelier lights too bright, hot.

Her head was nearly swimming by the time her father st her hand. The roar of voices faded, he made the formal announcement.

She looked out the corner of her eye when he introduced Earl bowed formally to the crowd, then stepped down, an face her. He bowed, offered his hand.

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he looked at her. Jess was struggling to anchor herself to

They waltzed by smiling, clapping, people, colors, sparkle scents. Dipping, swaying, gliding across the polished floo holding, never looking left or right. ****

Galen could see it, thought he did not know exactly what happening. He could feel her fingers digging into his shou hand holding his so hard that his fingers were probably r were very dark, unfocused, glazed almost, and her face u thick powder was glistening with perspiration.

He brought her a bit closer and slid his arm around her w the chuckles and claps, a few gasps at his boldness. He c and feel it, her shallow breathing and her heart fluttering trapped bird.

He spun her round, with his leg between hers, an intimat scandalous move, but he had done it to lower his head, p mouth against her ear. He murmured in smooth tones, “ here with me, Jessica. Just like at Max’s. I am holding yo you feel me?

You are no one but yourself. Can you remember how it fe with the windows opened, the sun and wind moving arou voice grew deeper, smoother, and dark and caressing, yo beating slower, like the music. Your breath is floating like across my cheek. I can feel your hand, your fingers hold mine.” ****

Jessica could feel herself walking out of the fog, being pu the sound of his words, the deep husk of his voice. She c face grazing her cheek, and smell the wild, midnight win

She felt the stroke of his lips against her ear and the war touch of them as they poured words into her… soothing h had never felt before. 72

distance away. “You hand is like ice,” he whispered when ended. They parted, bowed to the guests, then to her father.

“I’m cold.” She clamped her jaw tight as they watched th the dance floor. “Father is waiting for us to join him.”

She cast a glance at the Duke, who appeared torn betwe Galen's conduct and pleasure that it leant truth to the ar placed in the papers. Either way, for all he was smiling, s familiar those hard blue eyes. He wanted to vent his ang

“To hell with him.” Galen pulled her against his side. “I’ll wrap.” She watched him step up on the dais and fetch it.

Her father said something to him under the guise of a sm Galen said back, wiped the cold smile off Albert’s face.

Albert composed himself quickly, for some of his cronies toward him; old money, new industrial giants. She could they would distract him a good while. It was difficult making their way through the crowd.

All of London, and half dozen other countries’ dignitaries present.

Galen spotted Max, Jayce and Lady Lindy, in a fairly clea drapes and seating which afforded some privacy from the

He kept his hand on Jessica’s back, and met Max’s curiou gesturing with his head.

Max nodded and suggested that Jayce ask his sister to d party looked thrilled at the prospect, but they obeyed.

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Just behind the swaged drape which created perhaps a fo square of space between it and the wall. Galen stood clo while she dabbed at her face, then repaired it. She had t around her, she was breathing deeply through her nose.

Jessica hated herself for the weakness he was witnessing it had happened to her she had little warning besides the overwhelming, relentless stress of her own inner thought

She realized he had pulled her out of it much quicker tha recovered before. She had been near fainting, which wou been a disgrace. It was one thing to be feminine, delicate for it, but her reputation as the ice queen was hardly tha

Jessica did not have to reach far; there were only mere i between them. She laid her hand on his black-clad chest quietly, “Thank you…for what you did.”’ “What happened?”

“I don’t know. It happened once before. In between… I h headaches. It’s the stress, I think. They get intensely un I am around father. I can block him out, to an extent, be usually know what he will say. He was particularly- disgu tonight.”

“Let me see your wrist.” He reached for her hand, rolled glove. Her wrist was turning purple. He cursed and searc visually. “Does he beat you?” “No, He does not need to. He knows who is in control.”

Galen relaxed when she had said no. “Are you still cold?” “No, Not as much. It passes quickly.” “Jessica?” Her eyes looked at his mouth. “Yes.”

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She let out her breath. “You shouldn’t provoke him. He’s enough to do something to retaliate.”

He removed his hand. “Just because he is getting someth me, does not mean I’ll put up with anything else. He’s no my strings until the wedding and heir. If you are smart e will realize that he cannot have that heir without our coo he dare not push us too far. We, have everything he wan

She realized that it was true. “I’m sorry, about… what he coach. He talked of you like an animal. I am deeply asha “It’s nothing I have not experienced before,” he told her and then added, “It’s not your shame.”

“Isn’t it?” She turned away from him, her hands rubbed know next to nothing of what he talked about- what if I a mother and miscarry. What then?” She glanced sideways “What if I am barren?” He hadn’t thought about that. Not at all.

When he said nothing, she asked in a whisper, “Have you fathered a child?” Truthfully he answered, “I don’t know.”

She sighed. “I know, that under other circumstances this highly improper, speaking of it so openly, but we find ou position, do we not? Of late, I have thought of little else ignorance. “

Glancing at him again, she said in low tones, “It was all a thought to me, just words he has said so often. I didn’t e it in the physical sense, with my body.” Silently she adde waltz earlier today.

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Galen escorted her back into the ballroom. Afterwards, th slowly around, accepting congratulations graciously, yet preoccupied with their thoughts.

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Lady Nikki kept in the shadows of the huge mansion and for the coach to come to a stop. She could see the duke followed by the Earl handing Jessica down then pressed h against the outer wall, looking blindly out at the carriage they went inside.

She spied a yellow light in one of the upper apartments, carriage yard. She dearly hoped the coachman would not when he drove around. The coach entered the yard, and halted the horses. There were murmured voices as he st off his perch. Two men came out to assist him, unhitching the team.

Nikki took advantage of the distraction to hurry round to doors. It was amazing how many there were, thankfully discovered some time ago which apartments were Jessic She had to see her friend tonight, desperately.

Going back and fourth, finally choosing a door Nikki open and entered what appeared to be a laundry room. It was bluish light, and piles of linen were stacked on a long cen several garments were hanging at the other side of the r smell of soap, starch and steam was thick in the air.

Making it to the interior door, Nikki turned the knob slow of low voices drew her attention to the right. A cracked d several maids taking a break from their duties. Holding her breath, walking on tiptoe, she went left and going up a long hall before confronting a set of stairs. She needed to reach the second floor.

Taking the stairs, wincing when one popped, her heart th her ears, yet she set her teeth and went the rest of the w

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Luck was half with her. Jessica’s sitting room door was sl Keeping her back against the wall, Nikki leaned to have a Across the room, in the bedroom, a stout iron-hair'd mai up discarded clothing.

Nikki chewed her lip in indecision. There was a greater ch discovered in the open hall.

She hunched down, widening the door enough to go in. Y skirt out of the way, she went on hands and knees until s wedged between a sofa and the wall. She prayed her ner shivering was not rustling the drapes at her back.

The bloody maid seemed to take forever. Nikki kept imag breathing was too loud, yet when she tried to hold it in, i louder. A good twenty minuets passed before she heard starched skirts, the soft click of the door. The sitting room plunged into darkness. The maid finally left, pulling the door closed behind her.

Nikki counted to ten, and then gradually arose. She was the weak stream of light from the window. Carefully takin made it to the bedroom door and turned the knob.

Afraid Jess would jump up screaming, she slipped inside, out Jessica lying in the bed with a cloth over her eyes.

Nikki crept forward. Not until she was leaning over her d whisper, “Jess, it’s Nikki. Are you awake?”

Jessica sat up with a soft gasp, tossing the cloth off her e grabbing her friend’s shoulders. “What on earth? Nikki, a What are you doing here?”

Nikki put her finger to her lips leaned down to whisper in

Jessica tossed back the covers and scooted to the end of Nikki sat down in the floor with her back against it; Jess join her, so they could whisper to each other.

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Nikki’s brown eyes suddenly flooded with tears, they rolle cheeks. “What am I going to do, Jess? I shouldn’t have c probably put you in a bad way. I’m selfish.

Jess drew her friend’s head to her shoulder. “Hush that.” Nicole’s unbound hair with her hand. “We are friends. Wh we turn to but each other? If my father were not so evil, perfectly commonplace.”

“What am I going to do?” Nikki raised her head and stare in the faint light. Jessica’s hair was down too, tumbling o shoulders. She wore a green silk nightgown, whereas he black dress made of some sort of gauze. It was obvious t not slept in awhile, her eyes looked bruised. “When did he die?” “This morning, they think. He never woke up.”

“And this, what was her name, Mildred?” When her friend Jessica said, “This Mildred, what exactly did she say?”

“She said that a lady’s’ physician would be summoned in to examine me. If were found the marriage was never co she and the family would see that it was declared null an annulment would follow.” Jessica sighed and rubbed Nikki's hands. “What else?”

“She said not only would I lose the title, but also that I c with the clothes on my back. Her exact words were that none of his money.”

Nikki choked out the next part. “That is my money, Jess. deep debt, my father paid it. He gave us a fortune with t that I always have access to it. My Father worked his wh that fortune. He started out selling used clothing and eve became a tailor by taking clothing apart and learning to d better. He owned five shops when he died.”

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“Dear—lord.” Jessica was trying to think. “Where will you you do?”

“If I am cast out with nothing, I don’t know. I have no liv and society will be finished with me.”

Jessica had a mental image of her friend huddled in som alley, starving to death. She shook her head offering, “Yo some of my jewels and sell them.”

Nikki snorted. “You're father knows every piece, Jess. He it back to me. I’d be tossed in prison.”

Jessica shuddered at that. They sat there several long m holding hands. Jessica could feel the tremble in Nikki. Sh imagine what the day had been like for her.

After some time, Jessica leaned back, looked at her with expression. “Do you know someone who could- help you

Nikki knew what she meant. “That too crossed my mind. in a desperate state of nerves. I thought of footmen, Tav someone …who could be bribed and kept quiet.” She shu her eyes filled again. “Our footman greases his hair… and smell some sweaty tavern keeper...”

She almost heaved, “I couldn’t. I know I should just walk street, let fate toss me to any sort who comes along, but lay with anyone.”

She wiped her eyes with trembling hands, “Besides, I cou blackmailed or worse, beaten and killed.”

Horrified at the prospect Jessica said, “No. Of course tha serve. Can you do it? I mean, if it is the only solution, ca submit?”

“What choice do I have? I can not even take my gowns t are all at the house now sitting like vultures and crows in

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“It’s not your fault. Lord Albert would know if one thing w here. You said yourself everything is counted and search come here thinking you could give me money. I came fo me decide whom-.”

Jessica arose and rubbed her temples. “You know the sam do. Good God, I cannot imagine a man among them who approached in such a way.”

“I know. It’s hopeless. I was just grasping at straws anyw

Jessica soothed her friend, helping her to sit on the edge then she padded to the window. “Who?” She said half to then…a thought entered her mind but she pushed it back ghastly, Yet… “What?” Nikki whispered, having been watching her and go still. “The American.” Nikki gasped. Her expression appalled. “That…Mountain. has muscles like a…He’s so—big.”

Tension—and the way Nikki said it—made Jess laugh. It of course. She clamped her hands over her mouth. And y nerves too, found it funny. She fell back on the bed grab to muffle her own hilarious sounds.

Collecting herself a few moments later, Jessica took a de then let it out slow. “All right,” she whispered. “I thought because of his unconventional attitudes. He’s not of socie For all he looks like a stone wall, he is fairly easygoing, m less...stuffy and prudish, than our gents.”

Nikki removed the pillow and sobered, wiped her cheeks. looking up at the ceiling. “What of your fiancée?” “What!” Jessica’s whisper was pure shock.

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“Oh I don’t know. I heard about a certain waltz.” “From whom?” “Lady Lindy.”

Jessica sighed shook her head. “That is all it was, a waltz kiss, by the way.” “Whatever does that mean?” Nikki frowned.

Jess shrugged. “Do not ask me, I am more ignorant than those things.” “I have been kissed before.” “See? You are well beyond me.” “But not enough to pass an examination.” Nikki brought the point.

“That’s it.” Jessica hurried to her, her expression excited “What?” Nikki nearly jumped. “That’s what... What did I “Lady Lindy.”

Nikki frowned. “Lady Lindy? She’s younger than both of u What could she possibly do?”

“She may be younger, but you should see some of her re material.” Jessica whispered. “I vow, I nearly fell over wh some books from a chair. Do you know what the very top “A novel?”

“Something about Erotica…Eros…A copy of Tom Jones an too.”

Nikki gasped. “No…” She blinked in disbelief, “I know she forever carrying a novel.”

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“Are you sure it was not economics?”

“Very, I cannot recall the exact name. My French is drea good enough to make out that word.” “But… How is that going to help me to… you know?”

“I don’t know. She is a very… unusual young Lady, for al Lady; she is not at all limited. We talked for a few hours. that when her parent’s were away and doing the social th rambled the countryside and met a great many interestin secretly belongs to several groups who correspond throu Not just intellectual and scientific, but many of the bohem

Artist, free thinkers, people who live very unconventiona some sort of communities. Father keeps me so isolated, what is normal for other young ladies, and I cannot imag are exposed to these groups.”

“Well, I have only a few hours, not enough time for her t me to some… free thinking gentleman.”

“No, But I cannot help you and she may know someone i can be trusted to do the thing, someone who will not spe “I can’t exactly go calling on her in the dead of night.”

Jessica thought a moment. “How is this? Go home, I will house before Lord Galen collects me for our ride. I will go as if summoned by you from the sick bed—” “But your father,” Nikki cut in, “You cannot risk it.”

Jessica’s heart sank. “I should, look what you have riske me, and I am helpless.” Jessica sighed, “I was thinking t carry you off to Lady Lindy’s, telling the old vultures som plausible, you could speak with her before.”

“It would work, only the physician will probably arrive ea

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Gazing at her now she saw that oval face, big brown eye so attractive with her dark lips, slim nose, and curves. O she would be like a lamb to the wolves. Yes someone mi but there would be no male protector. She would be walk streets alone, sleeping god knew where.

Anger, resentment toward her life and father boiled up in wanted to weep, and instead she set her jaw instead and decision. She looked at the clock on the bed table. “They me in ten minuets or so. After that, no one will come for Find someplace to hide. After the maid leaves, you and I the Marquis’ house.”

“No Jess. Don’t chance it. I’ll find a way. I... I will approa decent looking on the way home and…-”

“No. I am sick and tired of being cadged, watched, and f animal. The jewels and riches are like chains on me. I am deprived of friends! If I am going to live like this, no mat him or not. I would just as soon take some risks. At leas what the punishment is for.” “But how will we get in?”

“We will,” Jessica said firmly. “Now, find someplace to hi

Jessica slid into bed, picking up the cloth and laying it on She felt the bed move and smiled nervously; obviously N under it.

She relaxed her hands, breathed deep, faking sleep. She giving up everything for her father. She would have no fr case and her own future was uncertain. If she died in the would have been without doing something for someone e was only one Nikki, one dear friend. She could imagine w alternative was, and could not live with it.

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“You don’t even have dust under there. It’s cleaner than

Jessica laughed nervously. “I must find something to wea be impossible, because with the gowns my father buys, I a walking torch with all the shimmer.”

Nikki grabbed her arm as she headed for the wardrobe. “ came in through the laundry room. There were all sorts o clothing in there.”

Jess nodded and hurried over to vanity, easing it open, s dark blue turban, twisting her hair, stuffing it under. “I h get out the same way you came in.” She found her riding carried them in her hand.

Nikki went to the door, cracked it, and looked out. ”I thin us hope the servants are not doing the wash at this hour Jessica joined her, standing close to her back.

Nikki looked at her. “Are you sure, Jess? I could try getti own?”

“No. I am not abandoning you, Nikki. Besides, if what ha going to be the rest of my life. I may as well be imprison something rather than nothing.”

“I shouldn’t let you. I should deal with my own problems “Then, we would not be friends.”

Nikki sighed then eased the door open. They walked out softly. From there, it was slow going, to the door, down t pausing at the long hall to see if the servants were about

There was a weak light coming though the cracked door, see no one, nor a shadow. Taking Jess’s free hand, Nikki both to the wash room.

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“Hurry, Jess, we’ve not much time!”

Jessica whipped her gown over her head and pulled on th sucking in her breath when the fabric touched her bare n feels so sinful.”

“I am about to commit a bigger one. Sin, that is,” Nikki m

That brought Jess back to earth. She buttoned the shirt t her boots, wishing she had stockings on with them. She walking toward Nikki, there was such freedom of movem she had on beneath the trousers was some French linger covered her bottom. It was definitely a new feeling, walk without corset, skirts, and layers of clothing.

They slipped out the door, Nikki leading the way she had for them both, the streets had very little traffic, it being neighborhood. They half walked; half ran, to the Marquis

When they arrived at the right address, it was Jess who l the garden path. She went to the music room doors, tryi On to the back parlor where she had fallen asleep.

“The window.” Nikki hissed, pointing to the half open win next room.

They moved to it, Nikki cupped her hands, peered in. “It and canvases, some tennis racquets in there.”

Jessica and Nikki both eased the window up slowly, looki other when it scraped half way. More force had to be app opened. “You first,” Nikki said. “I am taller.”

Jessica hopped, then all but dove though the window. It awkward move and she was wincing as her tummy scrap seal. She also went head down, luckily on a cushioned se made could have awakened the dead.

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awakened the entire neighborhood.” She pulled her insid

They crept to the door, put their ear to it, listening for an Jessica slowly turned the knob.

They emerged in a back hallway; Jessica walked on the b feet, creeping forward with Nikki close behind. To say sh was putting it mildly. She was afraid to breathe. Never in she dared such a thing, there wasn’t any pranks or foolis adventures were in her background.

They arrived at the staircase; Jessica stepped on the firs Nikki grabbed the back of her shirt. Jessica froze, looked around at her.

Nikki pointed. It was the study at the far end; a light was

Jessica nodded, before starting forward, bit by bit. Up th ****

Galen leaned against the wall on the upper landing, and progress. The loud thud had drawn his attention, having up the stairs after leaving the study. He had seen their s on the wall as they moved up the hall, toward the stairs.

There was no mistaking that one was in a gown. He had prepared to dispense with two prowlers before, but the g trousers caused his gaze to narrow. A turban was not usu garb.

He stayed well in the shadows while they made it to the the sound of their breath they had been holding it the en

His dark eyes moved over the gent again as they headed Lindy’s room. His brow rose. It was obviously also a fema

Wondering what the brat was up to now, he let them slip Lady’s chamber before he went over to eavesdrop at the

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Frowning, Galen strained harder, until he could make out words. Once he had the gist of the story, heard some of the solution—then he went first to awaken Jayce. Afterw padded softly down to speak to Max in the study.

Sometime later, the bedroom door leading to the sitting open. Lindy, dressed in black, led the way; Jessica was b Nikki in the rear.

Lindy made it all the way to the door, the two women ne her back, when the strike of a match froze all three of th tracks.

Three heads turned at the same time to see Max, wearin evening breeches, an opened white silk shirt, and boots, lighting a cheroot. He turned up the lamp, revealing the occupants lounging on the sofa. “Ladies,” Max said sardonically, blowing out the match.

In the glow of the lamp three pairs of eyes, all huge with from one to the other.

The American was wearing no shirt at all, revealing carve muscles, dark skin, the light blond hair on his chest, and scars. His buckskin trousers fit so low on his hips, and th the ridged line of darker hair from his navel downward, d under the barely pulled up trousers.

All of them were torn between looking, not looking, cons conversation earlier. It was a temptation that would have the strongest fortitude.

Nikki was the first to recover. She let go of Jess’s shirt w grabbed it in the back. “It’s my entirely my fault,” she co then stepped away from the others. Max… now put a face to the name Galen had given him.

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Galen was watching Jessica.

She had straightened and crossed her arms, not before h breasts through the thin material of her shirt. They were as they were wide, feminine pillow mounds, with apricot tail of the shirt came to her thighs, it did little to hide the trousers were snug. The Powder was washed off from the which made it easier to see her expression as well as sha strain lines in her face, from being in his grace’s presenc

Jayce Barrette frowned at the brat, Lady Lindy, whom he was behind it all.

She had provoked him during the ball by sweetly comple of his formal clothing and shoes, asking him if he had wo smelling scent just for little, ole, her? Hell no he hadn’t, h been wearing any scent, then or now!

She was wearing some hideous, shapeless black gown. H in her eye over the rim of her glasses, though she did a f wrapping a scarf around most of it. He didn’t want to thin she looked like with those glasses off. He had done too m before Galen had came to fetch him a while ago. Max ordered, “All of you, Sit down.”

They looked at each other. When Jayce, then Galen aros the sofa, Lindy between them.

“Jess fell through the window,” Nikki blurted stupidly, he and nervousness at the surface. “Did she?” Max eyed Jessica. “Are you injured?”

Jessica swallowed; feeling extremely embarrassed for br Marquis’ house. The very idea of the Vanlare heiress bein was ludicrous. “No, other than…” She closed her mouth l the toes of her riding boots. “No.”

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Max sat down in a chair facing them. “Explain.”

Again they looked at each other. Nikki looked ready to fa was mortified, Lindy however blurted out, “Lady Nikki mu virginity within the hour or else she will be cast off!”

Max eyed Lady Nikki’s now red face. “Thank you, Lindy,” without looking at her. “You may return to your room no

Lindy’s mouth fell open. “Not bloody likely, these are my

Max still did not look away from the Lady. “I can see tha since you cannot do more at the moment than support th suggest you trust my ability to handle things from here.” Grumbling, Lindy hugged Nikki, then arose, and went to though not before casting Max a snarling look.

Jessica reached over in the space and touched her friend refolding her arms again. She felt more than saw Galen c stand behind her. She looked up at him rather sheepishly

He simply lay a hand on her shoulder and watched Jayce take a seat by Max.

Facing them both, Nikki felt tears of humiliation sting her jaw, lifted her chin. It was do or die, eventually she woul cast out in the night. “Choose,” Max intoned very quietly.

Nikki made a strangled sound, looked from one to the ot whipped her gaze to Jess.

Jessica was chewing her lip. Dear lord, this was much wo

Jayce made the decision for her. Apparently he saw the w his heavy muscled arms and throat, his wild untamed ha its usual tuss where he had been in the bed. Compared t

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bulk. Besides, he doubted he could be a gentleman in be Nikki let out a long sigh, the lack of expression on Max’s made her still inside. His light eyes had not left hers.

The Marquis was well known to her. He was considered a He was also considered arrogant, self-confident, somewh and famous for his beautiful mistresses. His manner ofte on occasion like now… it could be authoritative.

Unhurriedly, Max stood. He walked over those few steps, hand down to Nikki.

Nikki straightened her shoulders, drew in a long soothing took his hand, quickly covered her reaction to his touch, allowed him to assist her to her feet. Max led her out of the room. ****

For a moment Jessica buried her face in her hands. She m groan and rubbed her hands down it, before letting them lap.

“This is much more awkward in reality. I simply could no solution for her.” Though she believed Lord Kilgore would much better than the three of them were about to, Lindy way to take them to an exclusive gambling hell where m found masked lovers. It was some discreet rich looking h had a strict rule about staying in disguise.

Galen looked down, clearly seeing her taut nipples pushin shirt. He said, “Did you really fall through the window?” “Yes. I think… I actually dove through it.”

He came round the sofa and stepped between her trouse Before Jessica could protest, he pushed her back against one hand, raised her shirt with the other.

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“It’s nothing, really.” She was still trembling from his gaz midsection. Honestly, tonight was getting out of hand! Th some buzzer dream, rather a nightmare. And… her emot raw from the ball, her nerves too strained. And, Galen’s eyes, they did something to her.

Galen ignored her protestations and led her to the sitting was fairly sure that Jayce would leave the house, likely g Once in that room, he lit the lamps, and told her to take black leather chaise.

Jessica did, but her limbs were shaking. She rubbed her her thighs; her anxious eyes darting to the doorway of th had entered.

He returned having rolled up his sleeves and was carryin salve. “It’s nothing.” Ignoring her again, he made her lay back on the chaise.

Jessica flushed. Her feet were still on the floor and he wa between her spread thighs. She glanced at his dark face, became even more uncomfortable as he flipped the shirt that the round bottoms of her breasts were exposed. she “This isn’t—” “Proper?” His look and tone dripped with irony, “Neither breaking.”

He dabbed at the scrap making her stomach quiver. He t rubbed it slowly across each scrape.

She had a small waist, slightly high ribs. The slope it crea stomach look more defined than Galen had seen on othe there was light downy hair in a faint line over her warm s glanced up when a sound came from her. Their eyes held

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Jessica’s throat closed. There was no one description to w Her glaze flickered over his cheekbones, his silky brows, his mouth, eyeing his raven hair that was skimming his c he was leaning over her, and then she scanned his bronz throat, where the shirt was half undone.

The problem was… there was no where to look on this ex compelling man and not feel something.

She was in a vulnerable position. A dozen disadvantages getting caught tonight, let alone the fact that she was fla barred from hip to almost breast. And his touch, dear Go like melting into the chaise.

Galen lifted his hand and wiped the salve on the cloth be the small jar and setting it aside. He deliberately waited his gaze again. Leaning over her and up, he braced his p above her head, then graceful, like a cat he was lowering closer, closer, and his body over her, almost touching he

Jessica could not move. She was half hypnotized by the e his face. It was... sensual? His eyes were smoldering dar with his lashes semi closed.

Galen’s lips parted just enough for his warm mint breath face. His nostrils flared slightly while he stared at her, br breathing, looking deep into her eyes, until the warmth o to seep through her thin clothing. There was an inch between them. Jessica felt him everywhere.

Holding himself one handed, he slowly used the other to turban from her head. Her roan hair spilled out in waves, against her cheek, her shoulder, fanning over the side of chaise. .

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kissing, no real touch, no joining. Her other part felt it, s movement of his body, sinking down, extending over her

He then breathed against her brow, her hair, and her che then deep as, it fanned out. His head moved, his face ba hers, while deep-set gaze burned with some uninhibited

She could smell him. Her nostrils were full of him, a sultr so warm it was heady. Her ears heard only his breathing almost glazed from some inner fever. Her body began to between her thighs, she felt it pool. Skin seemed to turn sensitive and tingling. She could not look away from his nipples grew harder, tighter until she made a soft sound, throbbing in the room.

Galen blew out moist, warm air against her ear and dipp fan his breath across her throat. He moved his head aga soft against the material covering her breasts. She made the sound again.

He rose slightly, moved down, doing the same over her r stomach. He blew soft and warm over it, down to her pu Before he slowly stretched over her again. He breathed i masculine, slow, and hot. He could see her light eyes, se struggling for control, he saw confusion there too.

He made a velvety sound in his throat. Then, made it ag audible. Her eyes got lighter, her legs moved… to captur them, drawing up in the vulnerable sign of needing to ru against his.

Galen slowly lifted himself, and stood waiting for her to r senses.

It took a few moments, but as soon as the image and wa gone, Jessica blinked and sat up. Staring at the floor, she fill with tears and they unhurriedly rolled down her cheek onto the leather between her trembling thighs.

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With measured steps, she left the room, fully aware that walking behind her, soft like a cat. Yes that’s what he ha laying across her, breathing, watching, making that low r throat that vibrated somewhere in her loins. She went in of the back parlor having the idea it was the best exit.

The room was dark. Jessica caught her breath. Galen sud up behind her, hard and fast. His arm like iron across the shoulder, pinning her own, the other was across her lowe

She could hear her own panting breaths as he walked he close to the wall—leaning his body against hers until she her face, her cheek, against the cool papered surface.

“Why are you angry?” The way he said it meant he was f why, but he wanted her to say it. Her teeth grit. “You know very well why.” “Why,” he growled in her ear.

She moved her head trying to loosen his hold. “I detest y “Why?”

She fought back tears; but made herself stop struggling. tones, she accused, “You were making me… distracting m down my guard, and you were… breaking me down, cont responses, controlling me.” His hold slackened and she pushed back against him.

She went out the door, up the garden walk on shaky legs hair in the turban, Jessica walked home; aware that he w behind her.

Tears started to blind her, but she wouldn’t move to wipe Why in bloody hell did he have to do that? Why? Which o trying to prove something to? Deep inside her was some instinct, pure primal, knowledge, that thus far had not sh

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Not until she had slipped inside and he looked up after so moments, to see drapes closing, did Galen head back to townhouse. He lit a cheroot, mentally admitting he wishe bloody mess was over and done with. The longer it dragg more it forced him to deal with her.

She wasn’t easy to deal with either. She was supposed to body, just a recipient, she wasn’t supposed to get under provoke him. He could be cold, ice cold. He usually was.

He didn’t think, from the beginning, that she had much g being sheltered like she was. She shouldn’t have any per shouldn’t make him think or feel anything. More beautifu women had tried. She shouldn’t be so self contained, so yes, cold when she needed to be.

Galen told himself he felt sorry for her, an old maid heire strange looks, locked up in a gilded cadge with an insane He’d seen worse in his lifetime. He wanted it over with so wed, bed her, and get on with his life… with no more gho his back. Galen reflected that he was aware that he woul face those charges. He supposed he was getting off easy with the Old man instead of Scotland Yard. But there wa there was easy.

Using the one thing that could bring out every drip of his was a mistake. However he would deal with it. He’d do w If she would just… stop… looking at him like he was som lifeline—to a drowning woman. If she’d see what he reall it, she’d be repulsed right down to her pure little feet. Sh to see inside him, get in his mind.

People looked at his outside. He knew full well it was all Thanks to his past. He knew too much. That was his hell, was nothing left to feel or experience. Life was one long road. Sex was no mystery. Flesh was flesh. Maybe tonigh showed her what she was looking for? Maybe she’d lie aw

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In The Marquis bedchamber, Nikki wrapped the towel aro body, tucking it under her arms.

She had been mortified when he had calmly told his vale for her. She’d really lost her bloody sense and had told h boldly that bathing her body wouldn’t make her good eno Marquis, However perhaps if he equated her to Aurora Pa might be able to get through it?

Max had ignored her, merely pouring a brandy, sitting do bed and was lounging against the headboard. She’d wash had it tucked in another towel. He’d kept the door open b rooms, she had at first been appalled, angry… knowing t moments were ticking away until dawn, she put aside th see her, and simply got the thing done.

Now she held the towel just under her arms and looked a dark indigo and silver room. It was masculine, with big p scrolled furniture. The bed he lounged on was massive, t sheets, and dark blue silk comforter reminded her she’d with him in a few moments.

Nikki’s brown eyes went up him slowly. He’d removed all trousers. Any woman with eyes could tell he was athletic white like most Englishmen. He had long legs, lean hips; taut, defined, chest broad and covered with black curly h was sinewy. The aquiline features were a mixture of arro utter confidence. The short wavy black hair hugged his h one or two unruly locks lying just at his winged brow. All bloody devastating, sexy, and just about the most beaut ever seen. She could no longer avoid it, and met his gaze. **** Max was having a debate with himself.

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Nicole, was a beautiful woman, on the sultry side, with b eyes—and lips that made a man think things he shouldn’ that she didn’t know her looks were alluring made them tempting.

Her hourglass shape made him wonder why he had alwa willowy blonds, and long, tall brunettes. Her hair wasn’t no; it was some deep sable with enough fire in it to mak

He was honest enough to admit that her profile, when sh that tub, would be in his memory for a long time. She ha hips, a faintly rounded lower belly that was surprisingly s cadge was flat, above the inward curved waist, making t all the more attractive. Her breasts- Even now his body w He doubted he’d ever again he stimulated by tight, light because she had big ones, dark disks that sat in the cent sized mounds. He thought he’d seen them all, he’d never hers, and they were amazingly erotic. “It’s getting late. Or rather early.”

Her voice broke into his immoral thoughts. He sat up, pu aside. “You have two choices...”

“What?” Her expression showed dismay. “Please, can’t w with it? I- the choice is made.”

“You can let them do as they will, and come under my pr my mistress.” “No! I just- “

“Or…”he went on smoothly, “You trust me to call on your them straight, shall we say, legally.”

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an old man into marriage, just to gain entree into society more than willing to believe that.” “I’m not without power and influence myself.”

“I know that.” She walked toward him, saying urgently, a desperately, “Everyone knows who you are, what you are is held in very high regard. But you do not know what it you are not born into it, when society only accepts you b wed an Earl. They do snicker at me, and whisper, becaus husband’s age. It would only take a rumor to destroy me put the fear of God into Mildred and the rest, one whispe have my title, yet I will have little else.” “Trust me on this, Lady Nicole.”

Hearing the clock below stairs chime the hour, Nikki lost with him. Men! Did they not understand that women had She yanked the towel lose and let it fall to the floor, expo nudity to the candlelight. “Call me Nikki,” She whispered pleading with him to be cooperative.

“Shit.” Max whispered back feeling his body go rigid all o running his gaze over that lush body.

“I’ll never tell anyone,” Nikki whispered. “I’ll never appro public or bother you. It will be as if it never happened.” S knee on the bed, her hair falling wildly around her face a slowly to him, her breasts swaying with the movement.

“I need you Max, please, just one time. Have you ever h No? Well, consider it a payment. You’re magnificent, Max reached his side.

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Max had been lost long before she’d taken his hand. By t had placed it near the humid warmth, he was completely He raised in one movement and was over her.

They fell sideways across the silken bed, her hair fanning mouth descended in a kiss that seared her from head to simply the beginning. Max didn’t have the ability to think. Nikki lost her ability to speak.

Scorching, wild, completely captured by his mouth on he was plundering her mouth with delicious passion. Nikki c to his shoulders and raise her thighs to grip his hips, arch get more.

The air in the room became heavy with sexual breathing from the couple on the bed. Max, fully giving himself to t her, the taste, and feel. He used his lips, and hands, to c slope and curve he encountered. He kneaded, he skimme and tried to explore every inch, of that lush body.

Every sigh or long moan that came from her moist, parte seemed to drive him deeper into the craving. He had sex beauties; he prided himself on his calm expertise. With N completely lost control.

Nikki panted, clutching handfuls of the comforter when h shed his breeches. She had a brief glimpse of his aroused hips and buttocks, before he covered her again. The feel between her thighs drove all else out of her mind. She w hot, and hungry.

“Max. Oh, yes.” He was touching her, his mouth filled wit his hand, fingers then, between their bodies.

“Max, I want you.” She could feel her own moistness slic

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Once the pain eased a bit, there was nothing gentle in hi strokes. Nikki, even though she still had some discomfor absorbed him, and raised her legs, hips, to welcome him

Max whispered things that would make any woman feel l the only one, the most beautiful one, and the best lover murmured mindless, lost phrases of pleasure that he’d n let alone felt. And it ended too soon, with his harsh whisp ear, his body shuddering from the force of his release.

Nikki lay dazed for several moments, enthralled, shaken, ravished, until he eased off her, lying against her side. S clock chime again.

Like a shot, she was off the bed, hurrying to the bathing hastily washed away the tinged seed and dressed. Shaki weakness in her limbs, light headed from the sudden end sensual interlude, she felt like she’d been another person world.

Max sat on the edge of the bed, clad again in trousers; h at the floor when she returned. He raised his gaze, cast h glance while she used his brush to comb her hair, twisted tucked it in some way in the back.

“I’ll be calling on you as soon as the mourning period is o not be a big wedding, naturally.” He looked away staring will get a special licensee, we’ll get the thing over with w much speculation.”

Nikki eyed him a long moment. He said it with such... ob coldness, such rigid resistance, that she felt she’d been s

“No,” her own voice was chilled. “I would hate to force yo obviously beneath yourself, Lord Kilgore. Really,” She gr feel awful, just knowing you felt… trapped by helping me walked toward the door with a few shreds of dignity left. bad dream, my lord. A far, less, horrifying nightmare, th actually awakened—and found yourself tied to a woman of your status.”

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Max stared at the door after she closed it. For a moment more than he did himself, for taking advantage of her vu position. He could have solved her problems with a few t had been his plan. Dammit, that had been his intention.

Max could still see it in her expression, she actually inten it. The insult to his manly pride told him that he was that

His anger arose and ground out that the women should b pleased he was willing to do the honorable thing after he was over. The bloodlines in him was outraged she had tu down. After he had bathed, lay back down on the bed, br scent of their sexual feast, he was simply haunted by eve every moment, and every feel, and taste—that he slamm against the headboard hard enough to crack it. ****

Late breakfast, a few hours later, found Max the object o

Particularly Galen and Jayce, who has been standing in t when the valet had said, “I am sorry, your lordship, your quite damaged, and will have to be sent out.”

They had also been standing there with their arms crosse brows raised when the antique piece had been carted ou footmen.

Now pretending great care in drinking his coffee, Max co everyone just dying to say something.

Lindy had been dying to say something. However, the ha her brother’s face, the wintry gaze he had shot her upon her not to push it. She slid back her chair and left the tab passed Max he groused at her, asking her where she was

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would take nothing to set the old man’s people straight. you said, that she was a gentlewoman, naive and—”

“That’s bloody well enough,“ Max warned glaring at him. Jayce smiled, stood up and offered, “Too bad things like told, breaking headboards would put you in even higher

Max muttered something about going to hell, Jayce laugh the room.

It wasn’t until they were by the stairs, Galen getting read Jessica for her ride that he put his word in.

“You surprise me,” Galen murmured pulling on his riding eyeing his friend who was merely standing on the stair w leaned against the railing. “Do I?”

The sarcasm did not effect Galen. “You talk so much abo noble thing where women are concerned. In fact, you tal of rank are a revered breed. You’ve been on my back mo about seeing Lady Jessica as different, Yet you-tumble La a whore when she’s at a low spot.”

“Please, don’t spare me,” Max growled. “I know bloody w have done. Do you see me crowing about it? Hell, I even wed her, make it right after the mourning period.”

“Well, if you put it that way. I assume she did the right t turned you down?”

“Since when do you go around championing the fair sex?

“I’m not. She acknowledged the risk when she left her ho night. I’m merely relishing a bit of hypocrisy on your par get the chance.”

Max set his jaw. “Remind me why we are friends again?” brow rose.

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Galen looked skeptical, yet said before leaving, “Get som to your mistress will set your mind straight, they’re all al

Max heard the door close. He sat down on the stair, shov in his hair, propping his elbow on his knees. No, they we nothing was ever going to be the same after today. ****

Galen and Jessica did not speak at the beginning of their

In the middle of it, they only spoke necessary things, bec were coming up to them, congratulating them on the bet the end of the ride, Jessica thought it seemed so appropr had both worn black, because their mood seemed to go w

She watched females watch him, many openly eyeing him riding breeches and black shirt. His face drew many a sig she should be pleased whenever attention shifted from h something entirely different. She really was not forgiving showing her how stupid, naive, and susceptible she really

Part of her wanted to feel all the things it was easy to fee like that, the other half warned her that the dangerous p the wrong mood, would take it and use it against her.

They left the park. Galen he dropped her off and reminde would by at eight to collect her again. Jessica merely nod though she could feel him looking at her. She did not gla She was civil today, polite and composed, and she intend that way.

Later that evening, at the Theater, Jessica was dressed i gown, with long white gloves. Her shoes were white leath emeralds in the buckle; her hair was piled atop her head strands trailing behind one ear with wisps escaping. Eme in her ears, and around her neck was a diamond necklac emerald clasp in the back. Her face was dusted with pow mask , was completely intact.

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that he could read her far easier than she could him.

During the break they had a visit from Max and Lindy, w another well placed pair of siblings, Jessica could tell Lind her what was wrong , because they had been so relaxed Jessica merely shrugged.

She wasn’t sure she could put into words, the complex ta father had created for her by choosing Galen Wolfe. She how to explain what happened on that chaise lounge.

She wished to speak to Nikki desperately, about herself a too, about what had happened between Nikki and Max? T did not look his usual suave self either, he looked distrac in mourning; society had its rules about it, so she was le about what happened between them. Whatever it was, it saved her friend from the threats because there was no w her so far.

She was left to try and figure her relationship with Galen own. Because, the bloody man had too many sides to ke from feeling as if they knew him. And he was playing his and she wasn’t happy about it, she’d all but accepted tha begun to be on her side.

Back in the box with Galen, she could feel his gaze on he times. She slipped easily back into the role she’d had for forcing ones self not to feel had some comfort in it, she’d long, it afforded its own brand of protection.

After the theater, they were eating dinner at a hotel whe at her hardly touched food, then up her face. She sipped lemonade. He hadn’t touched much of his own food. He s his coffee cup with his elbow propped on the table.

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even more. “I might do absolutely nothing.” She stated, my choice.” She shrugged.

He looked around at the patrons then met her eyes again all done, our… obligations fulfilled. When I have what I w hands, if your father is dead, my role in it will be finished She waited. He said, after a time, “We have what your father wants,

A muscle flexed in his jaw while his gaze moved over her use it to get you what you want.”

At first. She was so happy she nearly dropped her cup, s and thought a moment, then smiled rather cynically at h exchange for?” He blinked, although that was the only sign showing his cynicism.

He honestly should say nothing, because that was his int However, he was not a man who was known for his kindn benevolence. He heard himself say with some surprise, “ you of that, when your father is dead, after I too, am ass freedom.” “Promises do not mean much to me,” She reminded him the Vanlare heiress, remember?” “My word.”

She smiled, then shrugged. “That means even less, than little lessons, on making the mistake of trusting you.”

“You have my word, you will get your freedom,” his tone because of her statement.

“I'll keep asking myself, what could he possibly want in e will have his freedom. He will have wealth. He will have c the heir’s legacy until the legal age of adulthood, still he

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Jessica sat back, breathing a long sigh while holding his doubtful one. “Well, that certainly keeps you in control o it not? Your mistrust of the female sex, I am sure, has its justifiable cause. I however, have done nothing to perpe between us. I have not manipulated, lied, betrayed, or in tricked you.”

Her gaze went over him, from his gleaming black hair to face, down to the set of his broad shoulders. “I am ignor things. I have been sheltered, if such a word applies to m although I think, milord, that you would like it much bett like my father. If I was like that female in your past. I th you very much, that I am not.”

She slid her chair back, and arose. He did also. She finish “Given that your usual reason for abhorrence is missing, course, employ some method to try and provoke me, wh justify your attitude toward me.”

Not until they were seated in the coach did she look at h features, finishing her statement. ”I shan’t oblige you, Si would have to be trying to elicit a response from you, be because, I wanted to shake your usual silent, icy anger. gaze turned toward the window. She grit her teeth, mutt not.”

There was silence the whole of the trip to the mansion, t Galen's emotions was a vein pulsing in his temple, and th on the gloves he had not put back on.

The only glimpse into Jessica’s thoughts, was the brittle she carried herself, the cool manner in which she bade h in the Foyer. Being right about how someone feels, she d was not always a victorious sensation. ****

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There were two more coaches in the yard, neither of whi recognized.

Galen handed her down, feeling the hair prickle on his na walked into the foyer. A footman, by the study doors, ca entrance; he came toward them saying rather in a rush. requests you to join him in the study. The both of you.”

Jessica took off her gloves and lay them carefully on a si braced her fingertips on the table surface a moment, too steadying breath. Then she turned, lifted her chin, and to arm. He had been waiting for her.

The study was brightly lit. The duke sat in one of the stu trousers and dressing gown. The physician was seated ac room. Three other gentlemen with the look of businessm near the fireplace with a drink. Galen and Jessica paused before the old man.

He wasted little time. In gruff tone he said, “I have acqu special license, you have one hour to prepare yourself to coachman is now being alerted that you will go directly t after the vows have been said. An article will appear in th few days saying that you have married in a quiet ceremo health. Which is true. I haven’t much time left.” His stare Galen. “One hour.”

Galen merely bowed, nodding his head in acknowledgem Jessica before leaving, “I shall collect my things from Ma am doing so, I will have those…things we discussed writt turned on his heel, and left her.

She could feel all eyes in the room on her but had no ide talking about, in her state of near panic; she could only c thing at a time, and at the moment she was hanging ont

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Jessica left almost numbly. Her palms were sweating, he thudded so loud it seemed to pound in her ears. In the b was disrobed and bathed, and put in a long cream satin w with a high neck and long sheer lace sleeves. Her hair wa up; a crown of pearls was placed on its artful pouf.

The only thing the maid said to her, was that after the ce would return above to change into a traveling gown, that were packed, already loaded in one of the coach.

Jessica’s hands were shaking. She walked across the roo satin was cool on her skin, perspiration beaded on her fo was getting married. Tonight would be her wedding nigh marrying Galen Wolfe. Tonight he would—

She mentally shook her head. If she thought of that, the cause another odd episode. No, she had to get through i down at her trembling hands rather blindly and flexed he drew in her breath then lifted her head. She slowly went into the hall.

The trip down the stairs seemed too short. She paused ju study door to put a hand to her chest trying to calm hers

When she opened the door and entered, she seemed to g the room in a shimmer of creamy satin; her hair glowed

The spectators by the fireplace were much taken by her grace. When she stopped beside the dark lord Blackcove quite a striking couple.

Jessica however, had kept her eyes on Galen when she e room. He had looked up when she came through the doo going down her slowly, then back up. He was still wearin clothing. She could see some papers sticking out of the i

One of the men detached him from the group. “Your Gra shall they stand?”

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The other two men, they discovered, wealthy businessm as witnesses. The ceremony was nothing flowery or parti reverent. Jessica was aware that her hands were icy whe them.

He placed a ring on her finger. She looked down at it, se opal, something she had never worn; it had two diamond side. Jessica put a gold band on his finger; it had their cr on the top of it. The ring was not the one her father had It was done. Jessica turned, looked at her father.

He looked torn between pleasure and anger. “You may g the journey, I wish to speak to your husband alone.”

Jessica nodded. Lines of tension at had formed at her mo she had recalled something during the ceremony. Going change, she recalled him saying, “I do not kiss.” He had brushed his lips on her hand.

She allowed the maid to lay out a green light weight skir blouse, and short jacket.

“No.” She refused the hat, much to the maid’s astonishm refused any jewelry except the wedding ring. She refuse which had the woman gasping for air.

It was a sultry night, so Jessica pulled the blouse on, the herself. She was not going to ride for hours in uncomfort hanging about her or a stiff corset on. She allowed the w brush out her hair, to pile it atop her head, pins it, that w “I shall be down to serve you in a day or two, my lady.”

Jessica looked at her intensely. “No , you shan’t. I have a now, it is Countess Blackcove. My husband has the autho not my father. I dearly hope I never lay eyes on you aga matter of fact, when he dies, and he will- I doubt there w his... Spies , still working for this household.”

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Galen mistook her trembling. He assisted her into the co she saw, taken off his jacket and neck cloth, and he had white silk shirt, dark trousers and his boots. The contrast swarthy looks, the white shirt, was rather striking. She fo for noticing it.

As they began their journey, neither were particularly aw the other was thinking, because the shock of the hasty e upon them. They were two hours into the journey, three hours from when it finally did seep into their bones.

It was after a stop at an Inn to refresh themselves and t standing by the coach doors preparing to get back inside was a bit warm, earth scents wafting on the caress warm and they stood in the amber glow of the lamppost.

They reached for the door latch at the same time, and hi landed atop hers.

They were so close, that Jessica only had to look up at h not move her hand, until he moved his. He gazed back at her with dark shimmering eyes.

A moment passed between them, of heightened awarene intimacy. When he slowly moved his hand off the handle trailed over her wrist.

Jessica released a shaky sigh as he finally moved, the do opened. Once they were on their journey again, the hush of the night, with only the clip of the horses, sway of the seemed to remind them that they were alone and would many days, nights to come. “Are you tired?” he murmured “Sleepy?”

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He braced his booted feet in the other. Reaching out, he shoulder, and frowned when she jumped slightly.

Not to be deterred, Galen eased his arm halfway round h all but forced her to lie against him, her body almost lyin

“This is not comfortable,” she tried to sound peevish, bec not, touching him, breathing his scent, was anything but Galen said, “Take off your shoes, and jacket.” “No.”

He sighed. “Don’t be foolish, you have circles under your the powder, your face is strained, you have been holding a poker for days now.” He reached for her foot; she gasp push his hands away.

“I’ll do it.” Jessica was trying to get his hands off her, alr against him; it was hard to pretend calm. She pulled off remembering her sheer blouse she said, “My jacket stays “Why?” “Because. My blouse is sheer.”

“Is it?” He murmured mildly, then proceeded to take her “It’s dark. I can’t see you.” He lied. He could certainly se peach mounds and darker peach nipples by the moonligh

“I cannot sleep on command,” she grumbled even as he in his lap, resting one arm along the back of the seat, th open window ledge. “You will sleep.”

Jessica bent her knees, curled on her side, not facing him fact that the silky black material, taut, snug did not hide muscled thighs, or his heat, made little difference to her She closed her eyes, and was asleep in ten minutes.

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One of her hairpins was poking him in the leg.

That’s what drew Galen out of his mental hypnosis, he’d in his mind to the clip of the horses, husband, wife, husb was odd how it sounded. Every time the moonlight glinte on is hand, it sounded strange.

For the moment, for a while yet, that is what he would b something he never meant to be, never wished to be, ye have sex with this woman, to give her his seed, impregn

The old part of him had little doubt that he could accomp little or no emotion. The other side of him was struggling any connotations on the word, wife, It meant in many wa to. He would rather think of her as simply a recipient, a m end.

Galen looked down and carefully searched for the offendi ended up sliding several out before the right one brough relief to his mind. He tossed them all on the floor then us to smooth the tangles from it, until it flowed over her sho over his thigh.

She rolled onto her back, trying to get comfortable. He g the white powder on his trousers, then sighed… and finis the rest off slowly with his handkerchief.

She couldn’t straighten out her legs. She was frowning in

Galen rolled her, so that her face was against his stomac

She curled her legs, sighed, her hand raising, sliding to r waist. With his one hand trapped under her head, palm u to go through his mental exercises in order to ignore her warming him through his shirt, her hand, resting against He could look down, seeing her skin trough the blouse.

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went from there to tracing her arched brow, running his her slim nose. He pushed the hair back from her shoulde her neck to his warm touch. Her skin was silky, soft, its p reached him, pleasing his receptive senses. For a momen rested on the pulse just beating in her throat, then he sli touch her lips. She wet them, laving his thumb in the pro

The more aroused he became, the more he told himself h He carefully undid the buttons of her blouse and slid his cup her breast. It was warm, almost too soft to imagine. them both, not firm but delicately, sliding his palm over t his fingers a bit on them. She rolled back onto her back.

Galen held her breast in his hand gently. It was easy to p out of the skirt, lay it open. He stroked her long, soft, so strokes, only now, he rubbed the tip of his finger around doing this until they were hard, aroused. He gazed at her face while he touched her, watched her was something she had waited for a very long time.

Eventually he did stroke her neck, her face, and her ear. finger over her moist lips. She arched.

He slid his hand down then, over her chest and her ribs, waistband. It too was easy to unlatch at the side. He eas under it and encountered cool silk. He raised the waistba looked.

Just below her navel, only just covering her womanhood lace edged silk bloomers. He peeked at her face again, s down, rubbing the satin, warming it with his palm.

Jessica was awake. She was simply feeling too good to a

For some time he had been feeding a skin hunger she ha with for years and she was aware if she acknowledged it, over. He would mock her with it.

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feel it quiver beneath his hand. Her eyes fluttered open o because she was somewhat drugged by the intense pleas watched him pull the skirt down her hips, expose her dra was watching when he slid his hand inside of them, and intimately.

It was not until she opened her bent legs a bit, that he lo His eyes were warm, filled with something she had never

Somehow it just seemed... all right. Somewhere in her m him husband, if just for a moment. When he saw her loo her lashes, he stopped only a moment then, slid her high chest before he pushed the skirt completely down, leavin her open shirt, drawers, stockings.

He reached in slowly, sliding his fingers down, between t curls, finding her heat again, not breaking their locked ga began stroking , sliding, touching her in ways that broug much pleasure her face was flushed because of the humi evoked there.

Galen watched her eyes get lighter, he still had one arm and he was holding her to him, yet he acknowledged her the way she opened her legs to his touch. Her body was a much tighter grip. He increased the tempo of his stroke slick heat increase while he circled the hardening nub wit abrasion, watching her gasp and close her eyes almost p

Jessica turned her face toward his throat, rubbing her for him, as if denying what was happing, panting moist brea skin.

He could feel her reaching climax; her hands were clutch shoulders, her soft moans echoing though the tiny space whispering his name in husky whispers, that no one had before, it was a half curse, half helplessness.

He touched her, deeply, intimately, sliding his finger into channel, letting his thumb abrade while he moved the to gentle. Her body began to quiver, then clench. He felt he

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occurred.

Galen cupped her one last time before sliding his hand ou on her outer hip. He was hard, rock hard, though he was ignoring it, staying emotionally cold.

Only he didn’t feel cold just now. His hand and mind well wonderful she felt to his touch. His neck actually hurt a l she had expressed her pain and pleasure against it. Her more or less around him now, lying atop his shoulders, o feeling of his hair. He was nearly sorry when she slid off his lap.

The skirt fell into the floor. She merely leaned against th coach a moment, letting the breeze cool her face and blo shirt, to ruffle her mussed hair back from her shoulders. She surprised him.

He expected her to grab her clothing, cover herself. Gale her to start accusing him of all sorts of vile things. He wa She was supposed to. She was that kind of woman, the k needed to be led into intimacy, yet would resent her own She was the kind who would expect sex in the dark with raised.

He did not expect for her to turn, and look at him with lig and husk, “Thank you.”

Galen’s brow rose. She did not even look like her London that expression on her face, sitting there, half nude, with blowing soft in the night breeze. His eyes dipped to her u above the stockings, the softly plump side of her buttock blouse blew back. “What time is it?” She asked. He guessed “It only took you an hour.”

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amused at his brow that raised this time. She ran her ha his hair slowly feeling the cool silkiness.

No, he thought, he was not going to let it happen. He ne anything happen. He couldn’t be seduced; he could not l touch affect him beyond his loins. The loins that her heat right now, with every dip, sway of the coach she slid one other a little, enough to do some serious damage to his c

Jessica touched his brows, and then ran her finger over h touching the silky lashes. She traced the high cheekbone he kept his attention on her breasts. Interesting, she tho did not want her to see his expression.

“I’ve never been kissed,” She whispered, tracing his bea “I don’t kiss.”

“I know.” She forced his head back, so that it rested aga cushions until he was looking at her through those dark l don’t have to, I just want to touch them.”

Galen tried to jerk his head away but she held the sides leaned forward. Tension made his lips tense. She did-jus with hers, and taste them with her tongue. She did this o running the tip of her tongue over the seam, tracing the his mouth, the corners.

She sat back, their eyes met again. Her fingertips touche Those, he kissed and She smiled dryly.

“What now?” She asked resting her hands against his ne side, unconsciously rubbing her thumbs against his jaw.

“It’s going to hurt; you don’t want to lose your virginity i

She might be naïve, but she could feel his hardness. She lap and sat facing him, one knee bent, almost resting ato Jessica watched his face as she leaned in unbuttoning his sliding her hand inside without breaking their gaze.

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“No.” He said it calm, not touching her, not moving her h “No.”

Jessica did not look away from him. She spread the mate lay her hand first on his pubic hair, slowly, with a slight i of anxiousness; she wrapped her hand around him. “Wha

She didn’t stop looking at him. Her hand actually loving t texture of his skin, the throb inside her fist. She decided wonderful, so much hotter than she had thought of this p She wished she could look at it.

“No.” His eyes were shimmers, his exotic face taut with e

She slid her fist up, down him. He hissed in his breath, h

, when he said no again, she sighed, and slowly slid her There was simply too much emotion in his face for her to Even if she knew that he was fighting himself, and didn’t “Ask me.” “No.” He had yet to adjust his clothing.

“I could…” She was not sure how to phrase it or what it w she would, and gladly. At that moment, anything was pe felt too erotic herself to give a hang about prudishness.

Galen agreed in a tight voice, yet with am awful look in h could.”

She glanced at him one more time, shook her head, then began dressing. Jessica was allowing him whatever he ne gather his composure. When she was through. She smoo hair, looked out the coach window. There was something something terribly wrong, and she didn’t have the experi to her father’s smothering her, to know what it might be than the wedding. There was something dark and torture something that flashed for a moment, then turned cold a It would soon be daylight.

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they were all that was left of a medieval town.

She had been here once, it had been miserable, as was e anywhere, with her father.

Today the wild roses bloomed; dew clung to them turnin air sweet. They neared the main house and she spied a g a flock of sheep, a dog bounding over the hillside.

The gates to the property were nearly obscured by roses coachman had a time getting them open and driving thro canopy of green cooled the air as they drove under the b

A heady scent filled the coach as blooms showered over some floating through the window and landing on the flo Then they were traveling up the long drive toward the br house, with its two sprawling wings.

It was not as imposing, brooding, as the duke’s propertie he planned his grounds with rigid order that expressed h large impressive fountains, statues. This manor had softn cheerful disorder to it. Everywhere the garden seemed to out and left behind some flowing bush or vine.

Jessica made the best of straightening her clothing, smo jacket and hair. Pretending that she did not know Galen his jacket on, smoothing his hair also.

The front doors were gleaming wood. A Butler calling him greeted them. He introduced them to cook, a maid, and informed him of the full stables, groom, and welcomed th The housekeeper came three times a week he, said, and that they were very welcome here once more and that no been here in so very long. He told the Countess, that coo them breakfast if they wished. “I want a bath first.” She looked at Galen.

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Dark green velvet and cream silk were the foremost colo textures , there was some wine splashes here and there, bedroom. While the maid drew a bath, the footman brou fruits, and cheeses. The maid, introduced herself as Winn was openly friendly, around sixteen years old.

“Thank you Winnie.” Jessica could not help but smile into friendly brown eyes. Oh how she missed Nikki.

The girl curtsied. “Just ring whenever you need me. Now you require at the moment, I’ll be leaving you in privacy “No. Thank you. Everything is just wonderful.”

When the girl left, Jessica stood there a good long time j the fact that she was going to be given privacy, that here going to be hovering, putting clothing her father wanted could hear Galen talking to the Valet. She stripped, climb obviously he was going to use a bathing room on the low

She washed her hair and soaked a good long time. Now, hear her trunks thudding in the other room and the maid young man talking. She was laying back so relaxed that when a tap came on the door. “Yes?”

The maid stuck her head in, wincing. “Forgive me, milady her hands full. “Your scents and bath salts, I thought you them.”

Jessica smiled, “I’m not used to looking after myself Win do it here. Thank you for reminding me.” “What would like lay out to wear?”

“If you can find anything comfortable, which I doubt, I sh grateful.” The maid smiled, “I’ll find something.”

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inhibitions had simply not even shown themselves.

A while later she was in her dressing gown, having wrapp a towel. She sat in the sitting room eating fruit, drinking Jessica realized she should put on the blue day dress the out, she was just too relaxed. She eventually took the to combed her own hair, braiding it loosely. Then, merely la the white chaise looking out the window at the peaceful l

She glanced over when the door opened and Galen came was wet, slicked behind his ears, he’d had a shirt on he t and pulled off his boots. Almost as if he didn’t see her th down, barefoot, in trousers, on a sofa, and put his feet u back and closing his eyes.

It was a lazy morning. She reached, pushing the window the birdsong, the warm breeze and scents to pervade the delicate draft stroked her body. She bent her leg, exposi the slit in her dressing gown, stacking her hands behind watching birds’ flutter by the window, taking food to thei God, freedom was wonderful. What guilt was there in thi her life had she observed nature or not had a rigid sched like… heaven.

The Valet poked his head in the doorway a moment; the faced man looked from one to the other, and then quietly door. To Jessica it seemed like some great moment in he lying there not wrapped in clothing, dripping in jewels, h were showing. She had no place to go or be. When lunch up to them, she didn’t move for awhile, it was so strange almost wondered if she shouldn’t feel guilty after all.

She eventually arose, walking over to sit opposite Galen, on the sofa. Jess leaned forward where food had been pl table; sliced ham, fresh bread several kinds of vegetable wine Galen handed her, she ate bread and ham and tried fact that he looked so very handsome with his lean hone After eating, she carried her wineglass over to the chaise standing there sipping it when he set the tray outside, th to her. She set the glass down on a table. He stood behin 122

The time had come.

Only… he seemed to be nothing like he had in the coach. completely detached and his expression was so remote a she felt herself freezing up.

“We can wait.” She husked, hating the way he stood ther her… as if he was looking through her.

“It’s getting done no matter what,” his tone was as detac his visage. “Might as well be now.”

She searched his face when he walked toward the edge o whispering, “Don’t look at me like that.” He paused. “Like what?” She released a shaky sigh. “Like you can’t see me.”

“I don’t have to see you, to bed you.“ The words came o ruthless.

She wet her lips, not trusting this side of him at all. “I’m you to pretend to love me.” She almost snapped those w simply asking you not to look at me as if you, I don’t kno

Galen sat down, facing her on the edge of the bed, and l He slid it through her hair at the nape, putting a bit of pr hold, he murmured, “You’re trying to think about too mu me, listen to me.”

She shivered. “I’m looking right at you, just tell me what you from looking like that?”

“It’s not about me, I’ve done this. It’s about making it ea and even good...I’m good at it.”

Though her body reacted to that admission, when he sta her face, her neck, then her hair, she just kept watching seeing that awful expression-

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lower, lower.

She clamped her knees shut. “It’s not working.” Her tone panicked.

“It will, give it time.” He raised up, slid her down into the leaned over so he could see her face. “What do you need murmured suggestively, “What do you want-.”

“I need for you to help me not to feel like I am lying here She whispered almost accusingly, “I want to feel what I d this-emptiness.”

He did not show any reaction to that other than a slight f eyes. After staring at her a moment, he took her hand, a her into the bathing chamber. Galen locked the door. ****

She felt awkward, and he could tell and she felt awkward up behind her and placed her hands on the washbowl, rig the still fogged mirror. Then, slid his hands up her arms, down to get something before he was back again.

Jessica felt his warm breath on her neck at the same tim around, sliding his oiled hands over her breasts.

Galen rubbed her everywhere, down her tummy, the side The smaller, closed in room soon, echoed with her rigid b let go, leaned completely back against him, arcing her ne him slide his hands up her sides, down over her hip bone of peaches from the oil made her almost heady as his tou

His touch was growing harder and he moved his hips bac that he could knead her buttocks. He was rubbing her a she was gasping a bit louder. Jessica became dizzy by th her to the vanity bench and sat her down… so he could k her legs.

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She grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand away from her, a

Galen was right back behind her, whispering in her ear, t could do, would do, and was planned on doing. She foun lifted, turned, until she was held almost astride him.

“Stop it.” She pushed against his shoulders. “I can’t do t were filling with tears. “I cannot do it like this, Galen.” “You can. You’re just tense.”

“Even your voice sounds detached, of course I am tense.

“I’ve got all night,” he murmured, reaching out to touch relax. Just give in. Trust me, just relax. I’m going to take your head,” He husked, “Make you feel things-”

Oh God, when he said it, it was delicious and wonderful. looking at him, searching that erotic face and those eyes something, a connection, to help her cooperate.

“Just do it,” She said finally and with difficulty. “Just bloo with.” “It doesn’t have to be that way. I don’t do it like that.”

She wished to bloody hell, he would quit saying it like tha you’re just going to have to.” She glared at him, brittle a “Just do it.”

Galen was so dumfounded… that it took him a moment t shook his head, as if he could not believe what she was s

“I’m going back to the bedroom,” She told him, “We’ll ge over with.”

Galen went along behind her, attempting trying to get hi together. Not in a million years, after what he’d done in t would he have believed she would react like this.

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that, just… get on with it. However, I’m not into hurting it’s going to when your virginity gives way. It’s up to you my word for it, I can make it better“

“You’re just doing this for the heir, right?” She sounded n was. “That’s all it is, so I suppose that is why, you look a I’m sorry, I expected too much after... the coach ride. It better this way…your way, to stay emotionally detached.

For him, not for her, Galen thought between anger and c said to her, “That’s why we are here, my lady, why we a was simply offering you pleasure. Consider it a bonus.”

She could have hit him for that. Instead she got hold of h “Thank you. I gain no pleasure in your present mood.”

He stood and unlatched his breeches. “Have it your way. them off, revealing dark skin all over, but she had turned away. Aching, because in the coach, she would have reve him. Grinding her teeth hard, because since she'd met hi of her was drawn to him. And hurting in her heart… beca woman’s body had been awakened and had its own reas needing now.

Jessica felt the bed dip then felt him roll atop her and ea between her legs. Oh God. She grabbed two handfuls of skin scorched her like warm velvet, her virginal sexual se having war with her mind, begging to like it, want it. If s harder her teeth would chatter.

“Look at me.” Galen felt the skin quiver outside his thigh touched the inside hers. He saw the tension around her m felt the sticky musk under his fingers drying up.

In his mind, he struggled. There were things he could do yet he had never had an unwilling woman under him, an never seen a woman fight herself like Jess was doing. He this, didn’t know if he could handle it. Then his mind told to. The sooner this was over with, the better for them bo couldn’t he just block her out, not think about what she w

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Before he arched over her, lifted her hips and entered he

She was proud of herself for groaning instead of yelling. would chalk this up as one of her bravest moments, tryin anything to keep from letting her empty tears fall. She th beautiful day, the roses. Bloody blazes , would it never e

She hissed as the burn went on while he moved in and o turned her head finally and squeezed her eyes shut the h spilled out. He kept moving and she held her body so tig back felt brittle. As she lifted her lashes during some point, she saw him Unknowingly the dark color of her eyes showed she had him.

She was in distress and Galen felt all twisted up inside. H sound in his throat, a curse that lodged there. Gritting hi emptied his seed in her. The only lightness in her eyes was relief.

He rolled off her and she grabbed her dressing gown flee bathing room.

Galen lay on the bed, his arm over his eyes and his bron shaking with aftershock. He swallowed time and again, n why the knot wouldn’t dissolve in his throat.

His flat lower abdomen jerked and he sat up and He shov behind his ears. The skin stretched tight across his high He stared out the window. He had to do it until she was p he had blood well better get his head together. He had b better not care about anything else. His life was at stake freedom. This was not about Jessica.

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Into the second week she took a noon stroll by the lake, light day dress of green, without corset or petticoat. She maid pile her hair atop her head; she’d donned white cal didn’t bother to shade her skin from the sun.

Jessica spied him in the distance, setting on a knoll with casually around his knees. Galen’s shirt was undone, blo the wind. His hair too fluttered against his neck and shou couldn’t make out absolute details, but it was easy to gu was deeply troubled. Her menses should come in one we week, then could stop.

She sat down, just observing him, pondering why such b and masculine strength should effect her like this? There something illusive that she did not understand it was too his outward person. That such a man should not allow hi touched emotionally, nor physically.

Jessica saw him look down at the ground and then lean h a moment, as if trying to end some struggle. She defined her chest as frustration, not hurt; that she could not be r a person, that she could not be more than a means to an a little while. And she called the hurt in the pit of her sto and not distress; that she had no experience or tools in h life… to help either of them.

If he ever looked at her again like the time in the coach, probably forget her pride. So often these days, did she th expression. He took no pleasure in her now, no amount o seed into her could prove otherwise. She had seen the d could not respond to anything less.

It was so obvious, they mated like two empty bodies who silently screamed out resistance. It was sad, horrible, be had to use thick lubrication, the proof that her body was braced, during those times. And before he came to her, h become silent and distant. Now they both kept their eyes

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to see his eyes that way. She realized too, that he was n thinking, or feeling her. It was so void of anything yet an ached for both of them, even in her distress and anger. S what her father had done to him.

When she separated it from herself, she wanted to give h freedom before he hated her too. She would rather neve again than to have that happen. Because, she knew som didn’t want to hurt her, and that somehow, she had put h balance. And she knew… that no matter what, when he h freedom, she couldn’t stand the thoughts of him hating h wished- that it was over.. ****

They were having dinner at the end of the next week, th being very discreet, never hovering or eavesdropping. W completed they were drinking coffee as she said, “My mo not come.”

Galen paused staring at her a long time, and then he nod

He had not eaten much but had drunk a bit more than us coffee was laced with whiskey, unearthed by the butler. flickered over her face, and the casual way her hair was strands trailing at the temple and nape, then down the c gown she wore, to her hand slightly trembling on the cof Their eyes met in a long silent exchange. ****

The physician arrived a week letter. He told Jessica that her the possibility of being pregnant, that it took a bit mo sure.

In a brisk no nonsense way, he took Galen aside and sug her now during a fertile time.

However that possibility made a big difference in their re

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chambers, weeping silently into a cold cloth from sheer n exhaustion.

Arising the following day she went a long ramble around She breathed as if she had not been breathing, and she t and hard on things that had to be confronted. Galen went for a horseback ride.

Jessica returned feelings fatigued, somehow freer, less b tense. She went upstairs, after a bath, changing into a li asked the maid, “is there a local seamstress?” “Yes, Milady.”

“Do you think I could have some gowns done up, in more material, linen, cotton?”

“Yes of course,” The maid went to a trunk. “I have your p shall I take them to her? If I describe you’re coloring, sh good colors for you.”

“Yes, tell her if I am with child, I should like for her to m allowing for that also.” “Very good,” The maid smiled left.

Jessica went below and had her bath, then changed into of off white with antique lace. She swept her hair atop he it was still slightly damp. After, she poured herself lemon decided to walk out to the garden.

It was charming, with ivy crawling over half walls and mo taking over here and there, Where a path used to be clea of flat stone. The birdbaths and statues were greened an for perches for an array of tiny birds.

She lounged on a rattan recliner, listening to sounds arou disorder was soothing, the hidden nooks and crumbled u comforting.

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Galen came to sit facing her, on the ground beside the lo elbow rested near her arm. His knees were drawn up and lounger was low, and the edge fit at his side, making the close, Jessica turned her head lazily looking at him.

He raised his hand, and in it was a puny flower on a sorr stem. He tickled her face with it.

She wrinkled her nose, swatted at his hand. It tickled som yet he seemed to enjoy himself all the more when she la twirled it at her temple then on her cheek.

He moved it. Her laugh ended in a sigh, and Galen tosse away. He scooted, so that there heads were closer. He m drink of her iced lemonade. She held it to his lips, watchi long drink.

“The jug is just there on that table,” she murmured poin wheeled cart.

He refilled her glass, although did not get one of his own thought achingly, and how beautiful he is up close, how v in this mood. She did not consider him a playful man, no spent time with females other than necessary, yet he sat grass with her low chair, close enough for him to lean his he was facing her, looking at her, really looking at her ag see his dark eyes in the light of day, without that distanc at soft black velvet, so beautiful and warm.

Jessica raised her hand and almost hesitantly she touche hair. It shimmered in the sun as it dried. She had her arm across his face tucking a strand behind his ear, he did no mind or appear upset about it. So she gave into impulse jaw, lazily his chin his cheekbones. She rested her hand cheek a moment. Her thoughts on the fact he had been i neither of them really touched each other.

Then, he did the most moving thing. He leaned up and ro a bit to the side, laying it next to hers a moment, with hi

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slid them under his hair, up, splaying her hand on the ba head.

She thought her heart would stop when he rolled his hea other side and allowed his lips to graze her palm. They w soft and it made her skin tingle.

Eventually Galen raised his head, took another drink of h leaving a bit of ice in his mouth.

The way he did it drew attention to his lips and she felt a in her belly. His eyes roamed her face slowly as if tracing on her gaze.

Her hair was drying. Strands blew across her brow and c sunlight captured the multi colors, making them glow wit white and red.

When Galen saw how light her eyes were, how open, rela he was pleased.

Wanting to talk to him, not wishing to talk of her father, sighed, contenting herself with simply being like this with few weeks had been so tense, so demanding on them bo would not be the one to spoil the first breath of normal a them had taken.

Reaching out she touched his forearm, where his shirtsle up. In answer, he turned his arm to the underside. When trailed down, he captured her hand. It was more electric time he’d touched her although Jessica tempered it. She joined hands over to rest on her tummy and she closed h moments so he would not see how it affected her.

More-so than the mating, she felt branded, seared and w on the skin to skin, and twined fingers. She wanted to ho forever but knew, she could not, because he was not her ever really been.

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“I was never allowed to buy my own books.” She shook h “After the usual required studies were done, I was not al anything.”

He motioned for her to follow. They took their coffee into He scanned the shelves, offering “choose something.”

She watched him fingering the spines, finding something read. Jessica shrugged, doing the same, and wondering w actually liked to read? She had never given the matter an because it would have been useless. There were stacks o the tables, apparently sent down from London. She finall book on America. She chose it, another on flora and faun she chose two more books, turning to find him watching raised brow. “I’ve got some catching up to do.” He almost smiled. He held up his own book, saying, “Do the sitting room, or read here?” She looked at the leather chairs. “The sitting room.”

They went upstairs and changed their clothing, taking of and getting comfortable. He settled on the sofa, his legs at the ankles, and a pillow supporting his head.

She chose the chaise, after putting on her dressing robe. become like a perch for her, a place where she did her th viewed the world outside.

Jessica found that once she started reading it was as if s taking her on a journey, as if she was actually being allo go anywhere. Reading about America was fascinating. It rugged, vast, she was particularly fascinated by the river Wild West, natives.

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other hand he pointed to the words and pronounced them

Jessica looked up at him. The deep silk of his voice made sound more beautiful than they looked on the page. He m with a smile in his eyes. Articulating the almost guttural with ease and familiarity.

She shook herself mentally and glanced back at the book ask questions, personal ones, though again reminding of with him. Thus, together they turned the pages while he rivers, cities, and names of Native Americans who were m soon became so dark that they had to turn up a lamp.

However, they ended up on the sofa, still reading the hu legs stretched out beside his while he answered her man about the country.

When they slept that night, they did not toss or roll far a each other. They lay down almost naturally, spoon fashio covered his hand that was resting under her breast and s

The following day was nearly as good. They rode at a slo lake. He had brought a picnic basket. Spreading a rug on grass at the knoll edge, where they ate fruit and cheeses ducks bathe themselves while splashing and chasing inse

Jessica began laughing softly at a small duckling that kep the bank, slipping into the water on its side. Its mother t it to swim, it panicked, ran back up the bank, only to slid When she glanced at Galen, still chuckling, she saw that watching her. He turned his face toward the lake but he

“Let me see.” She cupped his cheek, turned his face arou her. “I’ll wager it hurts.” “What?” She grinned, “Trying so hard not to smile, or let me see

He smiled again, flashing his white teeth, turning his hea

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face in her hands, her gaze on those beautiful lips, that u sexy smile. The reaction in her chest, her stomach, was knew she must cover it, he was too good at reading her. “Too late, I have seen it now.” She jested when he tried away. “Will I turn to a pillar of salt?”

He laughed, just soft enough to shake his chest that she on. “What a lovely sound,” Jessica said seriously.

Galen was still laughing silently, trying to roll away from chuckled, grabbed a hold of his shirt when he tried to ris were on the incline of the bank. Galen turned to lose her Jessica had gotten to her feet now, she made as if to clu He spun… and fell… just as she made contact. They both fell with a soft opt! And went rolling down the

He was laughing and cursing. Jess was hysterical. Her re just seemed to propel her downward. Though she scream realized that she was going to hit the lake was laughing s even that did not come out right. She heard his loud “Bloody Hell!” Just before she flipped one more time. Galen hit the water with a sliding splash

Struggling to gain her feet, because her skirt seemed to against her legs, Jessica managed to stand in the waist d edge, pulling at her skirt, attempting to get her soggy ha eyes.

Galen had stopped laughing , until he saw her, he threw head, guffawed so hard that he slid back into the water a

Muttering to herself, Jessica waded out of the water, not with silt sucking at her feet and the skirt dragging her do

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“I’ll help you.” Galen came to her, taking her hand and n her up. She used her hand several times to break her fall.

They landed on their knees, at the edge of the thick rug, catching their breath. Jessica, on her knees, pulled the w from under them. She noticed his riding breeches were s muscle in his leg and his shirt was plastered to his torso. his shirt, then pulled off his boots, beating the silt off the pouring the water out. Galen peeled off his sox, tossed th grass beside his boots, shirt. She looked envious. “Have you petticoats on?” “Yes.”

He, reached, taking off her jacket before unbuttoning he slipped out of it and he spread it on the ground. Galen ey silk petticoat, her sheer blouse while he told her to take

She sat down to do so, but he was there on his knees pu

He pushed her petticoat up to her thighs, slowly rolled do stockings. He lay them over her damp, riding boots.

“Thank goodness it is a warm day,” She muttered, searc for pens, and trying to get it all to stay upon her head. H going up her legs like that had been disturbing, she was that inner voice, telling her to guard her emotions.

“They will dry in no time. “ Galen watched her scooting u from him, extending her legs, wiggling her toes. “They w stink. In fact… we shall stink too.”

She laughed shortly. “Yes, probably.” He did not seem un with his mussed appearance.

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Galen looked at her only a moment more, before rolling slowly closing his eyes. Jessica lay there on her side, wat he napped. She cursed her body for its response to him, apparently what ended up reminding him of why he was

When they rode back later though, he did not seem in a and for the following two weeks, Jessica was treated to a going side of him.

She allowed her self to relax, to enjoy their walks, rides evenings reading or simply sitting in the garden. She saw time or two, and he did not avoid touching her ,no, he w reach across and move a strand of hair clinging to her la take her hand while they rambled the estate and explore property.

The day they rode to view the Twin Bells up close, he ask questions about her mother, unfortunately she did not kn much. While they sat on a fallen tree, looked up at the a towers, he inquired of her sisters, which she could only a generalities. Talking to him about it actually brought hom lean and limited her life was. She had family by blood, th really had none in the real sense. It reminded her that fr also something she had wanted from the union. Freedom her future did not mimic her past.

One evening, while they were seated on the sofa, she tri about his own family , and the look on his face, in his ey enough for her to let it drop. She did not want to make a mistake and spoil his mood. The black hate, when she as mother, was enough to make her silently question, if he or resent all females? ****

It was early morning when Jessica bounded out of bed an the Bathing room. She barely made it before the violent overtook her. The retching was loud enough to disturb G the bed bouncing had not.

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He assisted her back to bed. She lay down, stared at him beside her. They both silently acknowledged she was pre doctor had told them about the morning nausea.

“Get some rest.” He advised, finding his clothing and pul “He said it only last awhile, a few months, or weeks then “Galen?”

He looked at her swiftly, since she rarely called him anyt my lord. “Yes?”

“If father dies, and I die in childbirth, like my mother, wh the fortune?” “It becomes only mine.”

She smiled and nodded her head. “Good for you.” She la over her eyes, and slept.

If I die? Galen thought looking at her. No, it would not be him.

The physician came, the next week, and confirmed their gave her detailed instructions and informed them both th could not travel down, because he had suffered a mild st

“He will summon you Lord Blackcove, I am sure, in a few

Galen merely nodded, standing in the drive watching the He could taste freedom. The old man was going down hil Freedom before had meant many things, but now, he dis taste of the word was slightly different in flavor.

That night Galen, found himself observing Jessica while s looking at her slightly rounded lower tummy, the darker breasts in the almost sheer cotton gown.

He knew the first time must have worked. He wasn’t goin child grows inside this woman, but he could say the heir

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Galen was not going to stay in a situation forced upon hi blackmail. He told himself, that he had reason to even be it. It wasn’t as if he could feel anything for Jessica that w meant anything. Yet, he looked at her, at the hair half ob face; mussed and sleep flushed, and he felt something s to force him from the bed and to the library, and the whi The duke summoned Galen two days later. He was gone weeks.

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Jessica was grateful for the maid Winnie, who was as wis cheerful. She helped her though the worst of the mornin entertained her with folk tales and gossip about locals. S too, somewhat different from the London doctor, because Mum had seven healthy boys herself only one daughter. sounded more practical to Jessica who had listened to th advice lying in bed and staying inside with sheer dread.

So Jessica got out of bed when she felt half way normal. walks in the fresh air to keep her stamina up, Winnie alle healthy, avoided the concoctions the doctor had given he instead ones brought to her from Winnie’s Mum, in a cov

When her stomach started to round more, Jessica sat in her hand on it, trying to call it simply the heir, but knowi Galen's seed, his child, that her body would have to shel for many months.

Jessica did not lie to the maid. She was scared. She did n die like her mother, and could only hope that taking Win would serve her well. Winnie commented she was roundi normal, true, but all ladies were different, and Winnie sco heeled shoes, and made sure she had good walking shoe told her to tie her hair back or French braid it; she obser that when she did it up, it seemed to bring on those tens headaches.

With the help of the maid, she had the local seamstress gowns with a pleated front. She left off corsets, since com Bells. Winnie forbade them in any case.

The servants were completely different at Twin Bells too, mused on it, during her walks, as they often stopped to s or simply smile at her congratulate her on the baby. She herself engaged in a conversation with the footman, or th brought wood to the kitchen. They were like that, friendl save the butler cook, who were dignified, still, so much m than the London servants. 141

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Jessica was returning from her walk on an overcast day w coach returned. She saw Galen glance at her as it rolled to ask her if she wished to ride, she shook her head no.

He looked awful, as if he had not slept. He’d called to the out then sent the driver on his way. Galen waited for her gaze over her she walked toward him.

She wore a loose fit dress with square neck half sleeves, shawl trailed over her arms. Her hair was braided, and a he saw the rounded mound of her stomach when the ma against it. “He’s dead,” Galen said soon she reached him. She stumbled in shock. He caught her.

“He’s dead?“ Jessica whispered if trying to absorb it, beli body felt odd, pain and still not pain, like falling on alrea knee. It was a familiar sort of empty hurt she had known His distant coldness, his rigid cruelty had been difficult to “Were you there?” “Yes. He suffered.”

She winced looked into his harsh face. “Wait , until we ge house. I can sit down before you tell me anything else.” took his arm. “I think I am going to be sick.” She stoppe a moment, feeling her head swim she straightened.

She started to tell him she was better when he whistled ears hurt. Not long following, the light carriage came to p She sat beside him, leaning against him, yet feeling his i emotions still making him tense.

It was not until a nap, after dinner, that they sat in the s talk.

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Galen smiled emptily, “I forewent the long speeches by h associates. He was taken to the estate in Nottingham bu has heard, that you were carrying the heir so there shou talk of your not being there.”

She lay the paper aside, not ready to read it objectively tired.” She saw the lines around his eyes. “Why don’t you “How have you been?” “I’m getting better,” Was all she said.

He arose and strode to the window, his back to her, he m have some papers for you, in the morning or noon, when it, I will be in the study. I have legal papers to go over. I whole day with the solicitors, and thankfully Max , who m what I could not.”

“How are they, the Marquis, Lady Lindy, your American f

“Fine,” He replied distracted. “A nurse will be coming dow or so. Max was able to help with that too. I am sure, onc goes back to their country estates, that Lady Lindy will v “Did you hear anything of Nikki?”

“No. Max won’t speak of her. I was too busy to speak wit about it.” He rubbed the back of his neck; his sigh was o fatigue. “Your father released the information to me… tha to... gain my cooperation. I burned them.” “Can I ask?” She said carefully, “What it was?” He stiffened, although replied almost blandly, “Murder.”

Jessica sat there, trying to breathe, to calm her reaction.

“No, you don’t. However that is not important now.” He t shooting her a glance, before pouring himself a brandy s chair across from her. “We will meet in study and come t of understanding now that your father is dead.”

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“Was your father living?”

“No. The husband of one of his ladybirds, had shot him in earlier.”

She blinked, “How old where you—when you—When it ha

“I was twenty-one when I killed the man.” His eyes were we get on with the point of conversation? Your life is abo much more complicated than simply being wed to someo committed murder. Much as I am sure you are appalled, would be a mistake to let it distract you.”

“He must have been a terrible man. Worse than father,” said before nodding. “Father said you would handle all th legalities, over me.” “Some, but not all.” He looked at her strangely.

She told him that she would wait until tomorrow because look tired.

Jessica got up, walking over and closing the drapes. She her shoulder when he lay down on the sofa. She went on rooms, lying across the bed, contemplating his confessio

Why wasn’t she more horrified? She asked herself, then truthfully, because , she wasn’t one of those debs who h doting papa. She wasn’t gentled and sheltered in that se grown up in oppressive frigidness, with a man who rante reduced her to a womb and veins, to nothing but his tool

She could understand a darker side to anyone who lived that. Something in the human spirit rebelled at being use invisible, being an animal to be breed upon, a thing to di stamp or ownership.

Jessica admitted too, somehow in the deepest core of he would not commit so hot a crime as killing, without stron overwhelming threat. She saw he had cold, detached ang

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Thinking about her father’s death, she wondered why she free unshackled? Perhaps, in the future, she would, as of thought back on her childhood and girlhood, on her siste they had missed of human decency, kindness. If he had allowed them some dignity?

She wept finally, letting her tears come out hot, scalding across the bed feeling her body shake with them.

The unchangeable acknowledgement that she had not be particularly wanted, or welcomed in the world, that she h nothing in all that time to touch his cold, ruthless heart, brittle inside.

She wept for all of them really, her mother too , the life her father so unselfishly. Her father had not been thankf spoke of Mary as a failure. And poor Joseph, his exhaust constant pressure, the burden he did not understand.

She could see his frightened eyes, and hear his tears of c cried for the empty, materialist life, her father had loved energy and affection to. And the oppressive brooding sec obsession… that would always be hid to the world. A wor remember him as a great man.

Jessica had a terrible legacy to give her children, one tha not bring herself to pattern with the living thing moving n womb. She had remained detached for only as long as it Now that it did, and she could not perpetuate herself , th she had lived.

She cried over that a good hour. Not knowing where or h life at her age. She blew her nose and began thinking ab about Galen being free… and of the babe being spared a parents and heavy chains of obligation. She vowed that w control she had, she would use it to see the girl or boy d life consisting of only the Vanlare legacy. There would be and worth of self and an identity beyond a name and mo

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had felt that life move, and wept because they could not how anyone could treat it insignificantly? Already she wa defensive of it, worried… that she would be a terrible par of her upbringing. Had her siblings gone through that too Lastly Jessica cried over the man in the next room.

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to get her aching thro constricting. She thought of that look in his eyes, of the bed , that her father’s blackmail had forced him to lie wit not of his choosing. That hurt, it honestly hurt her worse anything.

Knowing now the crime the Old man had held over his he penalty for it, He had to do whatever her father wished , must have hated it, resented it. Jessica realized that she to have his freedom, however he wished it. She too had duty, obligation. She admitted that pretending for the sa brought no happiness.

She understood, even he had the right to choose. Nothin prevent him from being the child’s father the guardian of Having already traded much , which was all he had gaine removal of the threat. She wanted to be a better person father no matter what Galen said or decided. She was no hold him to the Vanlare’s anymore.

It hurt to acknowledge that he would probably go away a There was nothing to keep him at her side; she did not w either, unwilling, unhappy and bitter. She’d had another cry at her inner thoughts, was wiping when she saw him silhouetted in the doorway.

He was clad in his trousers, barefoot. “You're going to m sick,” He said almost gruffly.

Galen moved into the room carrying a cold cloth, which h “You have been weeping for hours now.”

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I did not realize that everything just doesn’t fall into plac I have to learn to live with it, deal with it. Because it is a cannot forget it , it is , who I am. So learning to live with curse I suppose, for living my life awaiting his death. And horrible of me. Yet, I can see now that I too will suffer fr relationship we had.”

She shuddered sighed again, “I will have doubts that I ha before, and I will have memories, deep regrets that are g me hurt. You can’t change the past or what it makes of y I am going to find some way not to handle my wants and way he did. I won’t hurt people like that.”

Galen had sat down on the foot of the bed, he was still s staring down at his feet, just listening to her. He said fin won’t be like him. Though it is true, we cannot change th shapes us...”

She wiped her face again, then sighed tossing the cloth a smoothing back her hair. “Did the murder take place in E

He did not turn or look at her, like before his tone was fla “How did my father find out? Were you wanted there?”

“ No. My mother was alive, in …some asylum. She was a course, embellished it enough for the duke to believe her found witnesses, though there were none, actually. He h proof he needed. My mother died , by the way.” “Did you care for her?” “She was a sick bitch.“

Jessica blinked, jumping a bit at that snarl. She looked a had not moved. She was half, afraid to ask, yet realized “What did they do to you?”

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not that. .Not-”

She slid down the headboard, rolled to her side. Her stom punched, she could hardly breathe. Crying hard, hurting like never before, Jessica mourned over and over, Not th what the Vanlare’s required of him, she would have wish absolutely anything, to have come out of his mouth, exce

For a price, for his freedom, her father had treated him l he had known his past and used it. Sickened, she made a misery in her throat, unable to help the memories of his when he was trying to arouse her. Dear God, what was w people, what made them use others so base and coldly, even at the threat of death?

Galen drew in a long breath sighed. He had been listenin weeping for hours now. Restraining himself from coming hold her soothe her, he had finally given in, knowing tha needed to come before he left her, that she deserved he he deserved his. He admitted he’d told the awful truth to

Only it did not. She had yet to display any of the things h would. That she was weeping for him now was jumbling making his guts get all tight tense. He had thought on th this moment, how before leaving, he would coldly tell he details, how he would lash them out remind her what the bargained for. How many times had he played the scene and none of it unfolded as he had thought.

Because she had said, of the murder, (he must have bee worse than father and she had not fainted, gasped, or ra him. Now he had confessed to being paid for his sexual s a boy prostitute, and she was crying, muttering how sorr how horrible those people were, how she wanted him to using his body without his permission , his choice, and hi

She was tearing Galen up with it. To the point that he sto started out of the room ,wanting only to hold onto anyth make it easier to leave. He cold not take this. He wasn’t be feeling this.

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obsession.

I am ashamed to have taken part in what he did to you. sorry for what happened in your young manhood. I care scandal or gossip. If you can free yourself of me, I will no in any way. Nor hate you for it. I can help you now, whe before, Galen. I want you to know that I trust you, to do thing with the fortune, the heir’s trust, I know you will ke of it, wherever you are.” “Don’t,” his voice cut in raggedly, “Say anymore.”

Yet she did, “We are free now, the both of us. Your past over your head. I will not prevent your future from being choice.” She rasped. “Forgive me, if you can.”

He seemed to be shaking his head over and over, he mu some rest now.” and left the room.

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The following morning, after her illness passed, Jessica d dress with a high waist and scooped neckline. She slid he slippers then combed her hair before tying it back.

In spite of her night of weeping she looked healthy, her s shimmering in the sunlight. She smoothed the dress, and on her tummy a moment feeling the flutter. She was all herself, and she could do this. She was going to start her now.

Galen was already in the study. Apparently, hard at work morning, by the looks of the papers on the desk. His sea the inkpad. There was a ledger opened where he had bee numbers.

Jessica eyed his black clad figure as he arose showed he Galen stood beside the desk lifted the papers, explaining

“Before our wedding I had your father sign these, they a legal.” He held up the paper. “They give you equal contro everything that is not in trust for the heir.” He picked up paper. “This is your bill of divorcement, you have only to the child comes, and I will honor it.” He picked up anothe child’s right to my legal name, a list of my bloodline… rel

He picked up another. “This is what will allow you to draw monies without my signature. To liquidate any assets pro whatever you wish, that are not in holding for the heir.”

He walked around and tapped the book.“ this is a conden what your father owned. What falls to us, to the heir. I h amount of money I will limit myself to—I give you the di freedom, to do as you wish with the rest of it.

“This here, “ He held up another packet. “This is a letter father sign on his deathbed, it releases us from future ob each other, the Vanlare legacy, beyond the heir. It also s

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Jessica sat there simply, nodding watching him, as he we the papers again. He made sure she understood both her her freedoms. He stressed to her, that she could sign the divorcement whenever she wished. Galen went over som assets again.

When it appeared he was going to do so yet again, she in him, “Will you stay in England?” “I doubt it.”

Jessica nodded. “You once made a bargain with me, and your end, by getting my father to release those papers. Y that you would let me know what I could do for you?”

Galen sat back. He smoothed his hair and tucked it behin For a moment he just sat there… with his gaze going ove seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Finally he said, “There is an envelope in the side table dr the bed, it is written down.” She smiled at him, “All right.”

She arose walked over to the desk. “Should you like to le perhaps rest up a bit?”

“I should wait until the nurse arrives.” He was eyeing he

Jessica was determined to prove her word was good. “No Winnie helps me a lot. I am in the early stages yet. I will advertise for a secretary or some such to help me with th I am sure Max will recommend someone. I think the Van taken too much of your time as it is.” Then, more softly s ”You deserve to go.”

Galen eyed her face, his tone showing a bit of surprise at acceptance of his departure. Yet aware of her own desire he told her. “I will likely leave in the morning.”

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does not go with me, then through him if he stays in Eng

She nodded. Her face was relaxed although her eyes sho strained and he was too distracted to note it. “Everything settled, does it not?” She smiled having to turn away and across the room to the door. “I shall see you at lunch.”

Galen sat there, broodingly staring at the closed door, fe nothing had gone as predicted, and realizing that he had her handling things so... obligingly.

He took his time putting the papers into their packets, ta over to the wall safe, putting them in. he wrote her a rem where they were , because it was not so much a safe as behind a painting. He collected his copies of everything t them in his satchel.

He sat there again, long moments, telling himself that he past had no hold on him. All ghosts were dead and burie vanquished. And he waited for the sweeter taste that nev ****

Three months after Galen departed, Jessica had a full tim secretary. An intelligent local woman, who had been mis teaching school when she took a chance, replied to the a

Jeanette St.Clair was a small woman with dark eyes, cur had been from a wealthy family but lost everything beca father and brother’s gambling. The men promptly abando family and sailed for parts unknown.

Jeanette supported her ailing mother who lived with Jean younger sister in a pretty little cottage not too far away. reminded Jessica of Nikki, though she was not as tall. Sh of humor, which Jessica needed; she needed anything to morose melancholy that filled her heart every time she t Galen Wolf.

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Mrs. Stroud also expected cooperation from Jessica, and knew Jessica’s past, most of the truth of it, she declared mother had died young and she’d been left on the street pull herself up by the bootstraps, by god , a Countess su

Through Jeanette Jessica made arrangements for the mu collect whatever they wished from her father’s house. Sh to Max asking him to assist her. the mansion was at last those lovely collections would be viewed by people who v she was determined to find a use for the beautiful structu something she, Miss St.Clair often discussed.

Today however, she was telling the secretary. “I should l to Dover.” She’d had on her mind of late, that note her h left in his drawer. She wanted to make sure her instructi locals were followed.

Those big dark eyes turned to her rounded belly, already most at eight months. Amusement laced Jeanette’s voice think you can make it. Mrs. Stroud says you have had sw backaches, can hardly waddle up the stairs.”

Jessica laughed. “All right, I shall go after the baby come something very important to do for my husband. I have instructions of course, yet I won‘t be satisfied until I see “That part of your life fascinates me.”

The young twenty two-year-old sat back, eyeing her emp have been so blunt, honest with all of your staff , I just w you deal with it emotionally?”

“I find that freedom comes with making constant decisio have time to ponder the-should haves. Though to be hon him happy.”

Miss St Clair shook her head smiling. ”You should invite y down so that you will not be alone.”

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some time. I too, have hired someone to find her, knowi husband’s family...I fear the worst.” “She was your good friend.”

“Like a sister, a champion. We laughed together, which w circle. I do mean really laugh.”

Jeanette nodded. “Yes, I grew up in society also. I know even local gentry abandoned us.” She grimaced, “Amuse society is hardly the same as a good laugh.”

She checked her hair which was twisted up, and smoothe practical suit before pouring them tea. “By the time my f brother abandoned us, mother and I were the butt of gos Mockery is often mistaken for wit.”

“It’s not like Nikki to just take off, and not find some way She had to be in grave danger or else she has been harm alive, I will keep paying men to find her.”

Jessica looked down into her cup shaking her head again “She had no family?”

“No, only her husband’s and they hated her.” She explain marriage to Jeanette. “Do you miss London?”

Jessica grimaced. “Not the London I knew, no. I will even society, as myself. I now own that townhouse, which loo like everyone else's. If I go back, it will be to fulfill my du child’s sake.”

“Don’t you think there will be questions, about your husb

“Oh yes, that is a given. I am simply not going to answer

They talked a bit more, before Jessica’s back started hur walking through the hall when her water broke.

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Jess started falling apart.

Mrs. Stroud ignored her ramblings. “Come now; let us ge sitting room while we prepare the bed.”

Wearing a dressing gown, Jessica was led to the couch. T woman lay a hand on her stomach. “How long have you backache?” “It was worse this morning.”

“You have been in labor for some time, see how far down dropped.” She laid Jessica’s hand on her tummy. “Yes.” “Well at least you only have a short while to go.”

The Maid Winnie came up to relieve Jeanette. The maid a Stroud worked with such confidence. They talked so easy and forth, so that it calmed Jessica’s panic.

They were so comfortable with what was taking place, th herself was taking on the same attitude; she had asked e questions so that there should be no surprises. She simp be refreshed on the details until her mind was calmed. One or two things were a surprise however.

There was the pain for one. No one could have described real terms. In fact, by the time they had her in the bed w open, she was panting with it, groaning. Jessica asked ho longer a dozen times. “Not too long now‘” Mrs. Stroud said.

“It’s too soon.” Jessica groaned, and then allowed the ma her face. Then started muttering again. “Babies come when they want to, milady.”

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“Not long now.”

Jessica closed her eyes, rested only a moment. She glan maid who was literally up on the bed with her. She could she looked like, nude now with sweat in her hair and a b She nodded. Winnie slid her hand under her and helped and push.

“It’s coming...It’s coming. A bit more-there!” Mrs. Stroud when the baby slid out, Jessica groaned, fell back pantin

They were fussing over the baby, cleaning it when Jessic like pushing more.” She wobbled up propping herself on “That would be the afterbirth.” Only it was not, it was another baby. Both boys.

Jessica stared at the ceiling feeling drained, happy. Her l chaffed, her throat was sore, and her loins felt like she’d a giant. She felt totally emotional when she heard them

She looked over; Mrs. Stroud was fussing at her to keep cleaned her up. She had a few stitches to make repair. T helped the maid, who had both babies on a soft dressing washing them, laughing as they squalled in protest.

“Here.” Soon enough they were held up for Jessica’s insp smiled at their red skin, black hair. “They are beautiful b didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” Mrs. Stroud wrapped the babies in blanke laid them next to their mother. “I am going to find a loca since there are two. You will be fine, Winnie will watch ov return.”

Jessica touched their faces, their soft downy hair. She loo saw Jeanette standing there watching her. She whispere note, and invite Max, Lady Lindy down for Christmas. Th from now. We shall have them christened, don’t you thin

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Jessica was tired; she lay her hand on each baby’s chest little hearts beating. “Two at once...I can hardly believe i

Winnie came in and told her, “They are bringing another here, only for week or so. The wet nurse will stay just do Has your milk come in?”

Jessica looked down at herself. “They ache something aw helped her put one of the boys to her breast. The child la

Jessica drifted off to sleep and did not awaken when the was fed. She slept during the wet nurses arrival, during t When she did wake up alert, feeling rested, she wanted t her boys, some food and a long bath.

She got the bath first and ate like a horse at dinnertime. spent the evening lying in her arms. In the sitting room, wet nurse took turns feeding them. They were like little p was starting to get an idea how their personalities were g develop, and already they were both charming-and insist

The day before Christmas, her gifts for her friends arrive London. Then, on Christmas morning, the coach rolled in dressed in a green silk gown, having her hair done up, d to show fatigue or soreness as hurried to the hall to gree

Lindy came in first, wearing a thick fur. “I'm frozen.” She hugged Jessica tight.

“Get to the parlor by the fire.” Jessica shooed and her wa divest himself of his long coat with the fur collar. He took hat, gloves. A light snow glistened on his outer garments

Max had changed somewhat, losing some of his easy hum put her arm through his when he was done. “I am so gla here for Christmas-, and the christening.” She had depen Marquis often in her business dealings, and Max had bee and helpful. “I wouldn’t miss it.” He grinned.

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Jessica smiled at Lindy’s cooing and Max’s gentle handlin was not often that society folk were seen with their offsp Marquis was spotted holding a baby.

“We will have a late supper after we return from church, ordered a light meal prepared.” They went to the dining their places. She insisted that Jeanette and Mrs. Stroud e but the ladies insisted on making it a private reunion and long.

After some time Max said, “Motherhood agrees with you, I have ever seen you so healthy, your skin glows.” “Thank you, Max.” She smiled sheepishly. “I could use a

Jessica was still loosing a few pounds and privately strug dwell on Galen.

Max smiled, and they shared a look of mutual regret, tho yet to reveal the details of his encounter with Nikki. They who were trying to deal with their mistakes, choices. And Jessica knew that Max had a clue how difficult it was to h feelings.

Lady Lindy had changed too, Jessica discovered. She see introspective. Oh, she was still amusing, blunt, and still p Max. There was something bothering her, which she wou with Jessica. And that unusual reserve was put in the bac mind, to question her about later.

“Any word from Nicole?” Max finally allowed himself to as tried to sound casual.

“No, nothing.” Jessica smiled sadly. “If she is in England, her.” Her eyes moved over his aquiline face. Oh Maxwell sighing, you are as bad as I was, trapped in the shell of s

Max nodded stiffly. Yet looked as if absorbing her confide could be found.

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It was during the sprinkling of water that Max looked dow that Griffin's eyes were lighter now, changeable eyes. He at his sister, who held Grayson. The babe’s eyes were bla He finally figured a way to tell them apart. He blurted thi amused both Jessica and the priest.

They returned home, and after feeding the babies, Jessic the parlor with her guests, catching up on London, discus plans for the jewels she had sold, all the money she seem She got ideas from Lindy too, while they talked late into

It was only when she was ready to go upstairs that Lindy her ear softly, “I know you miss him, Please don’t tell Ma Jayce too.” Jessica hugged her, sighed. “I won’t ask.”

“Nothing happened, really. He hates me, treats me like a child. I don't know what happened. It wasn’t even until h that I felt anything.” She sighed. “I think, I know… he wa Her eyes showed her distress.

“Well,” Jessica walked her to her room. “I am not one to future for you. All the advice I have, is to just keep living Jessica sighed. “Even when we want something so badly, always right to get it.”

Lindy turned at the doorway and gazed at Jessica. Why, she really was pretty, not beautiful, Yet pretty with her h more mature body , not to mention the softness in her g boys were around. In soft tones she admitted, “I though would fall in love with you. He’s a fool. Even Max says so

“Neither of us knows what Love is. At least, not that kind discovered a mother’s love. But...” Jessica shrugged.

Lindy sighed. “Look at us; you, me, god knows where Ni all of us, I suppose that you are the lucky one, you have something from the madness of your father’s plan.”

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about the days they had picnicked, falling in the lake. Sh the good things, the best of her memories, the things tha her of why she ached for him sometimes so bad she crie ****

Over the next few months the boys grew by leaps, bound energetic, curious, and would only tolerate so much cudd they wanted carried around the house to look at everyth

Their independence and their quick minds surprised Jess touched, and made sounds, to Jessica’s mind… they were too fast, too separate. She and Winnie kept up with them bundled them up and took them for walks, watching thei everything; their ears listen to every sound.

Jessica finally got the nursery completed, after she searc low for colorful tops, music boxes, anything that would h attention for five minuets. It also brightened up the spar she kept drapes off the windows so they could see outsid fresh air.

The four females in the house were aided some by the se slipped off their duty to peek in on the boys. Several tim found some humble gift added to each sons stash, the us the colorful mobiles. Even some carved animals and tin s whatever it happened to be, it touched her more than an they could have gotten them.

It meant something to her that the people working at Tw happy and content. She was learning to do much for her stopped trying to argue that she was a Countess, and sh resting. After the groom caught her mucking stables, the finally agreed she could do as she wished in the house.

“You need some time off.” Jeanette told her one-day eye eyes; straggling hair pens, and faded old dress. “You are mother, an excellent mother, so now that you have prov need a week or so to yourself.”

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yourself, doing nothing. You have stopped breast-feeding

Jessica blew a strand of hair out of her face again, nodde bubble baths, lying around reading.” She smiled sourly, “ boys got teeth and were on the breast, I can’t recall gett bath finished without one of them bawling for food.”

“Yes.” Jeanette laughed. “So As soon as the season open go to London for awhile.”

“Maybe next season.” Jessica shook her head. “The boys young. I’ll go up for a shopping trip however, to do some What about that trip to Dover?”

“In the summer.” Jessica nodded, “When it is sunny, the blooming.”

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Jessica did not go up for the season. She did stay in touc and Lindy. She read several London papers to stay abrea current news. She found herself very content playing the mother, and she was more fascinated by the boys than s anything London could offer. She cried all day the first tim her Mum. Anytime they reached for her, or lay their head shoulder; she felt so tender hearted that she wanted to h forever.

Days were busy and hectic, life moved so swift now. She twenty-fifth birthday, and the age did not bother her at a was more pleased with herself because her body had pro such wonderful babies. She celebrated her birthday with difference foremost in her mind. They put on boots and t the estate with a mutt called Bramble.

Jess ended up carrying both boys home as their legs gav their tired yawns had them staggering. One of the servan and shook his head at her with a child on both hips, but the boys, shooing their Mama toward her chambers while the boys to bed. ****

They were a year and some months old before she left to Dover.

She kissed the toddlers who were more interested in the groom had showed them in the stables, than in her depa were tall for their age, and almost aggressively determin themselves. Jessica raised her brow as they pat her hand to the barn. But knew that they were healthy in all respe minds far too sharp, and their sturdy bodies strong from were simply so curious, so energetic, that her hovering s unnecessary.

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bustle, she had on a matching saucy hat and carried her left everything in Jeanette’s capable hands, and then wav hand to everyone the coach pulled out.

Jessica looked back for a long time at the estate, feeling found so much of herself there, knowing she had made a boys would love to grow up in it. Of a sudden it seemed she had turned something that was left of her mother int good too. She was proud of that, knowing somehow, tha in Mary’s past, there had been a girl with dreams and wa had the misfortune of being young in a time when marria money and status, and not for romantic ideals of love.

Jessica knew her mother had a painful sort of worship of Mary had given up her life trying to meet his demands on the while, Jessica believed, that somewhere in her heart, died long before… because Albert never loved her.

She shuddered and shook her head. She would not have nor made Galen live that life with her. She had done the no matter how badly she wished they had met as differe under different circumstances.

Jessica traveled light and stayed at an Inn the first night the next day, in a light green traveling suit, this time her white and matched her gloves and shoes.

Felling confident, paying for her own bill, traveling alone. learning to take care of herself, to make mistakes, and to them. Jess was looking forward to the nice styles and fem fashions for once. It was going to be wonderful choosing clothing once she reached London.

Surprisingly since she’d had the boys, she felt more com her body, the tiny silver marks on her breasts and hips b not at all. She felt absolutely womanly now, and there w after giving birth that gave her a boost of feminine aware couldn’t quite define.

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fence. The entire area was pretty and peaceful, alive with brightness.

She went through the gate and squatted down to lay her grassy mound. She spoke to the boy, Galen's twin, tellin his namesake. Jess lingered awhile in the gazebo, lookin rainbow of flowers and sweet grass, the butterflies flitter clearing.

Jessica arose feeling very peaceful and content with fulfil wishes. Galen had asked for a headstone, she had added One of the things she was not sure he would accept so re beyond the wooded lot.

She toured the house, finding it restored, cleared of furn narrow, four stories—and she couldn’t find much attracti yet perhaps it had to do with Galen’s attitude toward his property was only a few acres now and the house. She th ought to keep it up, for the boys, or for Galen if he wishe She had made a request when she had it restored, askin paintings of her husband to be sent to her. She had one boys so they would know their papa.

She spent the evening in the house, walking the grounds departed and headed for London. Jessica was determined Lately her nights were disturbed by the sound of Nikki’s during the day she would stand very still, so sure she ha friend speaking. She couldn’t put it off any longer. Now t some peace in her life, some maturity, and she ached for and longed for the treasure of having an open friendship

She did not believe Nicole was lost, only waiting for her t

Her townhouse was only just down from the Marquis‘. Je Lindy go with her as she ordered a new wardrobe, and se clues to where Nikki might be.

They spent a long time looking over patterns for the snu gowns with draped fronts and wide shoulder edge necklin

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the huge mansion to be used as a lecture hall for visiting the bedrooms would make a nice apartment space, and t rooms perfect for an audience. With that burden off her b her week left to good use, and talked to some of the serv worked at the Holcombe home.

An aged gardener told her, “She left right soon, after the About a month. The lady be upset, Miss…ah Mildred. She then has the locks on the doors changed.” “Lady Holcombe left on her own, willingly?” “Yes, with baggage.”

Jessica later questioned the man she had hired as to why know this.

“I did, although it does not prove she wasn’t forced, I wa you something more to go on than that.”

Jessica nodded. She and Lindy left. She had two days mo returning home.

“I know Max slept with her,” Lindy said later they sat in J bright parlor. “He looked dreadful the next morning; wel been in the best mood since.” “Oh, no.” Jessica froze. “What?” Lindy pushed her glasses up. “She may have gotten pregnant.”

Lindy gasped and put a hand over her mouth, her eyes h slowly moved her hand and whispered, “Oh, my good lor would be Max’s!”

Jessica waved her hand. “Let’s not worry about Max righ you dare tell him this until we have proof, until we can ta “I won’t.”

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Jessica winced. “I can’t believe she wouldn’t tell me, con “Nor I. I thought we were good friends.”

“She must have been scared, devastated. It would be ha carrying a child, planted on the day your always-ailing hu no one would believe she had not taken some lover. Tha Jessica said grimly, “I have no doubt they must have fou

“Why don’t you give that suspicion to the man you hired? check some of the homes, places where unwed mothers children, as well as discreet hospitals, infirmaries where are assured anonymity.

“Yes.” Jessica decided. “I’ll send him a note this evening.

Lindy left to go to her own house, she had an engageme evening- she promised again to tell Max nothing. ****

Jessica was home two months in Twin Bells when the ma sent her a note. St.Leanards, it said, with an address and one Nicole Arwood, twenty two-month-old son, Guy.

She packed the following day, and again was waved off b This time she was going to the seaside resort, hoping to with her friend in tow.

Having the luxury of choosing her own wardrobe in Lond stepped out of the coach in the best neighborhood, wear bustled suit with ruffled blouse, flounced hem, and a wid hat. Her hair was puffed atop her head, and she carried a strolled down the street about a block.

She turned and went back, telling the driver, “The numb keep going it’s number six.”

They did keep going, Jessica soon saw that the neighbor changing. For all it had become a fashionable resort, with

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number.

She alighted after laying her parasol aside, then walked the lop-sided door, and knocked three raps. Jessica was not to be shocked or show any disdain if she found her fr

The Nikki that came to the door with babe on her hip, wa Nicole from London. No, this woman looked too thin, too sallow skin, sad eyes. “Nikki, it’s me, Jess.”

Those dry cracked lips trembled. Tears ran over her pale The boy on her hip frowned fiercely at Jessica.

Jessica reached out, ruffled his curly black hair. He had l eyes. Please, she thought, let me not show the sorrow an feel.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Nikki shook her head, she st door. “Better send that driver someplace to wait. They w left of the coach if it’s here after dark.”

Jessica did so. Then she searched Nikki’s face and tried n the ill-fit state of her clothing. “You could have told me, N have helped you,” Her tone was soft, loving and accusing

Nikki shrugged. Trying to hold onto her own pride she sa your own problems, I had gotten myself into a mess. Mil getting sick, she called a doctor in. About the only thing get them to agree to, was that no scandal would be spre have the money, I even told her I wouldn’t ever use the

Jessica touched her friend's face. “I am a mother too now

Nikki touched her son lovingly. “Guy is all I live for. I got at one of the Tavern, dance halls.” Her voice caught in h was trying to make it sound more than it was, but couldn “I’m still rich, I am free now,”

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“I can’t be around the Marquis. I just...”

“I won’t lie, Max has become my friend too, he does not bells uninvited, Oh, Nikki, and our boys can be friends. R We can too without anything or anyone stopping us.” Jes desperate. “Come with me please.”

Nikki’s brown eyes filled. “I can’t live off you, Jess. I kno Life is different and I am different. And you would not be have had to go through on my own. I can’t live off you.”

“Then we will work something out. Gosh Nikki, I have all business that need running, I even have a riding school.” shrugged, “I had to do something with all those jewels I

Nikki stared at her. “You promise Jess. No telling Max, I keep somehow?” She added, “I won’t ever be ashamed o father, my background again. It’s damned hard making a the world, Jess. As much as I love you, I can’t ever put m someone else’s hands. I don’t have much pride left, but I something real, and teach Guy the same thing. No one is wave a wand and make our lot easier. I’m an unwed mot

“I promise.” Jessica understood her feelings. “I’ll give yo “What about the Earl?”

“I’ll tell you at the hotel.” She stepped out into the road, driver.

Nikki looked ashamed. “Everyone will talk when we go in look awful. I know it.”

“I don’t care if people talk,” Jessica said stoutly then rea boy, carrying him. “I need you, Nikki, do you know whom when I was in labor with the boys? Not mama, not Galen Nikki smiled through her tears, although her expression that it tore at Jessica’s heart.

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Jessica murmured, “No one with the ability to love is eve We don’t really want to be free of responsibility, just free We are all tied, woven together Nikki. All of us, me, your Galen and even Jayce. Our ghosts are there; our mistake don’t think that any of us realized how much we would a other’s lives. “ “I didn’t think Galen would leave you, but he has, hasn’t

Jessica nodded. Wondering that people did not think so, knew the marriage was no love match. “I’m glad he did. the details later. It was so wrong… what my father did to could I draw it out longer, once he was free to go?”

They arrived at the hotel, and she secured a room for the also ordered supper brought up to her room, enough to f The man asked if her servant was without baggage.

“Yes, my friend,” Jessica stressed the word. “Shall be sho what we require.” She looked down her nose at him. “If w hears is true, that the shops here are as fashionable as w heard.”

“I assure you they are.” The man flushed. “I hope you, y you need anything Countess, just ring.”

She nodded, and they went to their adjoining rooms. She take a long bath and loaned her a dressing gown. Jessica boy, put one of her shirts on him, rolling up the sleeves. herself touching his face, smiling at him. The lad looked Nikki. He was also protective she noted, because he kept his Mama to come out and did not relax until she did so.

Once Nikki joined her, Jessica sat the boy in the center o brushed Nikki’s hair. While she did so, she told her of all happened, everything, up to the present.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” Nikki expressed, while they small table and ate. Jessica had Guy on her lap, feeding determined the lad would trust her.

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about me.”

They took the sleeping child to Nikki’s rooms. “You both sleep.” Jessica told her, “I am going out shopping for clo of you. I’ll be back in awhile.”

Nikki sighed, and lay down next to her son. Her hair was hanging down her back and washed good with soft soap. hand on her son and fell into a long deep sleep.

Old Thurman, the driver, looked at his Ladyship with som “How big are the boy’s feet, my lady?” “A bit bigger than Grayson's.”

He looked at his palm a moment. “Ah, yes. I can find som him, I am sure.” “Clothing, anything. A bit bigger than Grayson.”

He smiled having lifted her boys up onto the seat just th and let them play. He had watched their shoes swing bac they sat in the driver’s seat. He had also watched them g rest of the staff, betting on which would be the leader, w follower. Yes, he could find that size.

They ended up purchasing a trunk for the boy’s clothing for Nikki. They also bought a few toys for the lad, books.

Nikki did not rouse until the next day. She felt beside he panicked, hurriedly stumbling, half asleep, through the d entered Jessica’s room and stopped.

Jessica sat on the floor with the boy, patiently telling him she showed him how to stack blocks. Nikki smiled at the stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth and frowned concentration, or he clapped his little hands every time h block. Jessica laughed with him.

“I woke up and couldn’t find him.” Nikki came into the ro table. Her smile was apologetic.

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the lad.

While they ate, they made plans to leave the following da on the ready-made gowns and though some were lose, s lot of weight. Nonetheless, they were pretty, light, and th her coloring, as did the good food, rest.

They departed during a gentle summer rain, inside the c mattered. They talked so much that the trip seemed to g fast. Jessica learned that Nikki had given birth to Guy in a widow who kindly helped her. But she had gotten a fev sick a long time.

Finding a wet nurse was expensive and difficult, so he dr milk, thanks also to the widow. But knowing she had to m own she had tried to mend and get work in the fashionab

She told Jess that she was turned away for lack of refere knew Nikki looked like. She was still too pretty. Nikki loo servant she had ever seen. Whatever her birth, she was had the kind of pleasing color, bones and shape that wom react negatively to when looking for house servants.

In any case, Nikki had found work in the dance hall. She exhausting and the constant harassment and crude vulga her nerves. She paid the widow what she could to watch worked and had just saved enough to rent the sad lookin when Jessica found her.

There was also the final truth on what occurred the night slipped in to see Lindy. Jessica was almost envious when described the passion between herself and Max, it was so had not gotten to experience.

The thoughts of a man expressing untamed passion or si himself to a woman sounded too good to be believed, Nik Max had spoiled it by having his typical Marquis reactions

Her hurt and anger at him intermingled. Jess supposed t not see things any other way just yet. She’d gone too far

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boys down. They stopped and stared at her holding the c “No, no.” Grayson shook his head vigorously. “No.” His brother agreed pointing to Guy.

Jessica set the child on his feet and looked down at her b guy.” She called Nikki over. “This is Guy’s mum.”

The twins smiled suddenly, nodding, happy that their mu brought another brother home. “Guy’s mum.” They clapp the boy’s mother.

Jessica laughed at them, watching Nikki shake their hand started talking their own language and she went right alo making out a word now and then. They talked a lot, mos sense, and some of it only the two of them seemed to un

Nurse spoke to Guy, then looked at Nikki. “The little fello the nursery if you want.”

She shook her head. “Maybe, gradually. I wake up lookin

The nurse smiled, nodded. “I’ll just take him to the kitch sweet.”

Eventually Jessica settled Nikki in a huge guestroom. It h been used to her knowledge. The large space was perfec the sitting room; decorated in lemon yellow, silky cream, green. It seemed to soothe Nikki’s nerves once she settle

The following day Nikki met Jeanette. Winnie the maid, w another local girl to help; a sparkle eyed blond who laugh that Jessica, Nikki shared one of their first chuckles over declared that she and Nikki looked enough alike to pass and they did. The two ladies became friends rather easily soon chatting away.

They developed a routine, the two of them with their chil the airing at the same time, playtime, and reading time.

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that was good. She’d discovered that life had little mean centered on ones self. She did give Nikki work however, refused to eat or dress until Jess allowed her real employ

Standing in the bedroom, Jessica rolled her eyes. “I will a and get back to you.”

She asked, and Jeanette said, “Are you joking? I need al can get. You keep building libraries, donating them, and relief funds for every one and their brother. By the way, you are, I went ahead and approved donations to the chu repairing of the local meeting hall. The local gentry are a trying to one up you.”

Jessica laughed. “Well I suppose we had better spread ou generosity. I’ll leave the details to you.”

Nikki started working the next day with Jeanette. While s Jessica saw to the boys, and then caught up on her lette running of the household.

It was Christmas day when she received a letter from a L solicitor. Jeanette, Nikki were standing with her she open

Jessica murmured, “He wants to know if I intend to sign papers.” She refolded it. “I suppose he has found someo cleared her throat.

Nikki reached for her hand. “Maybe it’s just the solicitor, cases for the year or something. Don’t assume anything.

Jessica nodded she looked down at her wedding ring. “I s done it right away.”

“Just write, tell him no, you have not signed them,” Jean “If it is something more, he will contact you about it.”

Nonetheless, after that was done, Jessica spent the winte wondering and waiting when the reply would come… that Blackcove wished a divorce.

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means. Although Guy was wise enough to let them find o couldn’t ride a tray down the stairs or fit the dog into the hard way.

During a freezing rain in winter they were all in the librar chocolate, watching the storm as they had a debate abou coming social season. Jessica did not wish to go because not. Nikki assured her she would be fine here with the ch Jessica needed some lively entertainment. Nikki was hea in rounding up clothing for the places that housed unwed their children. She’d taken a scant idea of Jessica’s, and her own project, with Jess’s blessing.

“It’s a shame that I had such a reputation before. I have of living up to it again.” Jessica looked at her nails and g them.

“The ice heiress.” Nikki laughed. “Go Jess, Lady Lindy wi Oh, how I miss her.” Nikki sighed, shook her head. “Time us here. She’s a grown woman now.”

“Fine, but only for awhile.” Jess gave in. “Thank goodnes closet of rich gowns. Let’s just hope I can ward off all the

“Oh let them wonder what has changed you so much.” N Jess’s face and more shapely form. “Jeanette and I shall your reentry in the papers… and be rolling in the floor lau

“Well thanks a lot.” Jess chuckled, and began to make pl plans, to journey to London and rejoin society.

Particularly after Nikki said, “Now, Jess, don’t be helping clean the parlor, and do recall you aren’t supposed to run the house.”

Jessica laughed and winked at Jeanette. “I might do it, ju two of you something to laugh about. Imagine the social already think me eccentric, reclusive and who knows wha surround my absence from London.”

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In London a few weeks later, Max was opening his house spending some time in the country. He had sent Lindy ou and was simply trying to stay out of the servant’s way, w footman came to fetch him in the back sitting room.

“Guests?” Max frowned in puzzlement. He had sent out n “Just send them back here.”

When Jayce and Galen walked in the door, Max nearly dr coffee cup. He knew his mouth was probably open.

Jayce had a hair cut. It was still looked windswept in a ta was still big and rugged, only now he wore a western cut leather jacket. Galen also had a trim, his hair sill long fea a few glints of silver showed in it. His face looked a bit le was dressed in his usual black.

“I… Welcome back.” Max went forward to shake their han track of you two months ago.” His smile held amazemen “We got trapped for awhile… in prison.” “Prison?” Max told them to sit, poured drinks.

“Old enemies.” Galen took his drink and sat down by the only served a month, before we were cleared. We had a luck in Canada too.” He shook his head. “We seemed to r everywhere.”

Jayce smiled and sipped his whiskey. “Galen couldn’t sta I think we been around the world faster than anyone on only good thing about it was that we didn’t have to earn

He rubbed his legs, “I’ve rode everything now, trains, ho camels, ships… and an ostrich, I don’t give a shit if I eve but a horse again.” “Are you back for good?” Max asked them both.

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“I’ve been trying to unload a farm it needs work,” Max to don’t have the time now to oversee it, as much and my a be centering on more progressive industry. My Father bo because the man needed money, it just sort of fell to me He named a price. They shook hands right and there.

Galen rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Max. “How “Who?” He grunted. “Jessica.” “You got my wire, didn’t you?”

“I got one when you were there for Christmas. I think th missed something in the transfer, the woman at the wire two children.” “That’s a right, twins Griffin and Grayson.”

Max watched his friend’s face, witnessing the smile tuggi

“Jessica is fine by the way. Motherhood agrees with her. seems to. Glow. She has an unfashionable tan most of th she is just-different, I don't know, it’s something good th because she hardly leaves those Lads and rarely comes t saw her a few months back when she was up for some sh

She was turning heads I tell you. She smiles, laughs eas to people on the street. Not at all the thing, you know .” shrugged, grinned, “I actually enjoy being around her an letters. Hell, it’s the only real thing happening besides Lin betrothal.”

“Lindy’s what!” Jayce spewed his drink, choking and gasp Max slapped him on the back. “Lady Lindy to you.” “Right.” Jayce wheezed and shot Galen a look.

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trying to wed her up. I simply settled for anything at all. even bother to plague me anymore with her feminist view has done a complete turn in the last few weeks. I almost she was before-” “What of Lady Nicole?” “Missing.” Max told him of the facts he knew.

Galen could see much more though, in the way Max took his drink and looked away a moment. He saw Max’s hand a little bit.

They had an informal dinner and retired to the billiard ro while they finished their catching up.

“I’ve rented a house,” Galen told him, “Not far from here “Jessica, is two houses up,” Max supplied.

Galen missed his shot, and ignored the look Max gave hi “I’m going to travel to Dover next week, see what is left place.” Galen meant Blackcove Hall. Max said nothing, only nodded.

Jayce supplied, “He bought up a lot of land. I guess he’s he left here with. A lot of it, the railroads purchased, som rich mineral deposits.”

Max let Galen get his shot, then asked, “Are you going to

Galen shrugged. “If she knows I am here, invites me. I’m cause problems for her.” Sons… Just the thought made h and his guts clench. He wouldn’t let himself think of actu father.

“You can stay away knowing you have two sons?” Max sh frowning. “I couldn’t, I don't know how you have done it

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“Yes. I am.” Galen joined him. “Why should I begrudge h just because I can’t—?

“—Find any?” Max finished. “Maybe you looked in the wro

“Don’t start that again.” Galen shook his head. ”I’ll wage papers are waiting on me at the solicitors even now.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Max smiled. “It would give to make excuses about coming back here.” Max shook hi still wears your ring; in fact that and a few discreet piece have seen on her.” “Still, I’m not here to cause her problems.” “Why are you here?” Max challenged him.

Galen looked down in his glass, his expression dark, quie need…. Answers.” “What sort of answers?” Max watched him closely.

Galen shrugged his tone reflective, “The hell if I know. I memories of feeling… things, I have to know if they’re re something I made up, in some ways they’ve replaced the and I can’t seem to move on until I know, something. I p sound—” Max cut him off again, “I understand.”

Galen nodded and tossed back his drink. Max didn’t know No one did really. How could he explain that Jessica had to him? Max wouldn’t understand what that meant. Galen her in any category but that. He’d spent the greater part feeling like a ghost, mostly dead, certainly dark. Then he woman who actually had some sense of what that was lik who forced him to feel….

He looked over, saw Jayce asleep on he leather couch, h crossed.

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“He wouldn’t do that. He’s better than both of us are, if y truth of it. He knows which ones to lay, which ones to ste

Max ran a hand through his hair. “Yes. I knew that it’s ju she’s not very attractive. Lindy just doesn't seem like the well, take this Radford chap, he’s all into science, intellec and he’s more her type. Jayce is just too wrong for her, s “You mean he’s not titled, polished, and his background Max flushed. “She’s my sister, Galen. “ Galen sighed, and then nodded curtly. “Right.”

Max cursed and shook his head. “It’s a moot point anywa her choice. With all the experienced females Jayce has h he’ll get over it. It’s probably just that provoking way she had.” Galen nodded. He simply stared at Max.

“Bloody hell.” Max sat down heavily. “I wish you hadn’t t

They left the room after that, and Jayce slowly opened h and at least he knew Max’s feelings on the matter. He sa combing his hair. He hoped Galen's house would be read didn’t think he could stay here, watch her beaus coming

A scientist? Had she gotten desperate or something. Shit never be satisfied with an analytical man like that, she w curious, too uninhibited, too, Ah hell.

Jayce arose and went to scare up something to eat. He w just like Galen, remembering things that were soft becau trail they had been taking. He was seeing things that we there was all.

He ended up in the kitchens, entertaining the cook and s tales of their travels, while food was prepared for him. H harmonica for the little boot black, who danced around, m

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females he had been within reach of…and how shocked h when he actually couldn’t lay with them.

That night of the wedding ball, when he and Lindy had ar about something—probably her way of being so opiniona things. She’d got him so mad he had stepped on her foot She had fallen against him, her glasses sliding off, clatte floor. She had grabbed out… nearly at his crotch. He cou swear she knew and could see perfectly when raising up her glasses, her elbow hit him hard enough to get the m

As he stared at her eyes, they had been half gray half lav smoky, with those long dark red lashes. He couldn’t feel exactly. No, he felt something all together different.

She had noticed it, his hardness; his arousal was not hid damned black breeches that were skin snug. Lindy had s at him…and gave him directions to the nearest house of

He almost strangled her, yet he had calmed himself inste

Nonetheless, he’d left the dance floor and he had caught her glasses several times looking at him. He had a strang he hadn’t experienced. He thought maybe he shouldn’t b She was young, she was pure, and she was a lady—

Over the months, year, more months, he had realized he recall the names of half the females he’d bedded. He rem everything about her though; how she felt and smelled, coloring, the oh—so proper sound of her voice, the way s outrage people. The way she tried… to hide herself behin glasses.

The longer he was gone, the more he thought of it. As m knew it could never be for a million good reasons, he cou himself.

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The following day, Galen traveled to Dover alone, leaving oversee the preparations of the townhouse. At least in En was no danger of going home to bear skin rugs, steer ho gotten used to it in America, except Jayce collected thing travels, and Galen had to buy a rail car just to haul the s didn’t want them ending up in his townhouse. Particularly animal skins.

Jessica must have been big- carrying twins? She must ha busy…maybe she hadn’t had the time yet, to do what he He had only asked her because he couldn’t bring himself Griffin's gravesite. He’d asked because he couldn’t tell he past in detail…which was the only way of doing it.

He had brought along a mount, tied to the back of the co brought him from the rail station, after the last stop in th left the coachman at the Inn, and rode to Black cove on

He didn’t feel the old tension in himself as he got closer t however, he did see with some surprise in the distance, manor house. It had new shutters; the stones had been leaving them a lighter gray than blackish. He rode across noting the neat grounds; new glass replaced the old led windows.

He dismounted at the front of his house, leaving the hors Tucking his hands in his pockets, Galen walked around, a back lawn. He could see the flowers and gazebo, the whi before he reached it.

The grave was centered in a halo of light, an oasis of colo peacefulness. There was a little fountain with birds flutte Galen caught sight of a man out the corner of his eye, ex near the rear of the house.

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The man was saying, “I left for awhile, did my schooling, city. I couldn’t settle, so I was extremely happy when yo began seeking out former employees.”

The man’s dark blue eyes met Galen's, in a way that sho completely at ease with who he was. “She’s been very pa the gravesite, even sent a drawing of how she wanted it.

Galen saw too in his expression, a peace, acknowledgme might have fathered him. Still…”Is there anything I can d

The man shook his head, “I’m called O’shea, no first nam way I grew up, the way I made myself a man. The Count generous she pays so well, I often feel like I’m robbing h

“No. You’ve done wonders here, I don't ever recall it look It was always a depressing place.”

“Well, there were only a few servants in those days. The paid.” The man shrugged and pointed to the fenced grav you so that you can visit your brother’s grave. I rememb The man chuckled, shook his head. “Ah, he had a wicked humor.” He told Galen about the time Griffin had put frog guest’s stew, live ones… that caused a ruckus at the tabl

Galen smiled for the first time ever, after hearing Griffin’ I haven’t laughed much since; he just knew the most hu to say.” He then told O’shea one of Griffin’s jokes, it mad laugh.

“Your wife was here, by the way. I didn’t speak with her seemed to want to get the feel of the place. I think she s grave, with her hand on it a long time.” O'shea flushed. “ spying but you hear all that talk about the Vanlare’s. She I never saw her.” “I understand.”

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Galen looked a bit pale. “My mother is buried here?”

“Yes. Your wife. She had the body moved from a pauper’ France or something.”

Galen absorbed that, and then he turned to look at the g you, O’shea; I’ll look at the house later.”

The man left him and Galen went to the grave. He opene and stared at the beautiful headstone. It had a pair of ha brotherhood or friendship. He did not know, but smiling a surrounded it.

The inscription after the name, birth and death read almo the short span of life that earth rendered to me, are but of my eternal days. Not born alone, I passed in his arms, warm embrace. As I was ever protected by his loving han watch from heaven, as he hold’s living precious, for the b

Galen closed his eyes, swallowing several times. Someon told her that Griffin died in his arms, while he was trying into the village.

He never would have thought another soul understood. T grief, the total aloneness he had felt. He had been the sa Griff, and his brother’s body had been so hot, so feverish been crying hard, so incensed because no one could help had done all they could. He’d been determined to save G the while, Griff muttered out of his head, “Don’t weep Ga be crying, you hear. I’m going to box your ears you silly last breaths, “Galen? Is it snowing? Where’s the sky. I ca blasted thing.”

He had died, and Galen had sat beside the road, holding froze to death too, before the servants found him. He ha to save him after all. He’d always missed Griff, always fe himself missing. ****

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well those early years. He showed him around the empty house. **** Galen noticed the new wallpaper, the restored, polished everything was perfect, yet he felt nothing. “Where do you live, in the village?” He asked O'shea. “I have a nice house, at the end of the property that the built.”

Galen nodded and they shook hands, and once more Gal gaze… giving him a chance to acknowledge their kinship

Yet O’shea merely shrugged, saying in parting, “Birth mi existence, milord, our accomplishments give us life. If we nothing of ourselves, we have only ourselves to blame.”

He looked Galen in the eye. “I was proud to muck stalls, clerk, and proud to work in hospital. I’m proud to be stew I’ve made myself capable.”

Galen thought of that on his way back to London. He und acknowledged that obstacles often made some people ta years to discover it. He was only going to admit to himse scared the hell out of him, putting your fate or vulnerabi someone’s hands, that—was incomprehensible to him. ****

Jessica and Winnie arrived at the townhouse. She was gl housekeeper and cook hadn’t run off .They acted as if th expected to be summoned at a moment’s notice, and ha job getting the house in order.

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gowns. She’s right, it’s a shame to waste such expense m she’d followed me for several seasons and envied those P She made them fashionable for this season too, much m comfortable.”

“You’ll still need a few odds and ends,” Winnie told her, c drawer on some scarves, gloves. “A new riding habit too.

“I’m not staying the whole season; I can’t stay away from that long.” “Then let them come up for a short visit.”

They looked at each, other imagining Nikki or Jeanette tr all those miles with the rascals…and burst out laughing.

“Well.” Winnie wiped her eyes. “That is not a good Idea a

“I hope they write something titillating about me in the T hate to disappoint Nikki and turn out to be uninteresting. sorted through her stockings.

“Oh, well.” The maid sighed, “It would be better if his lor return, and the talk would die down.” “I can deal with it,” Jessica murmured. “Have I dusted on my nose?” Jessica caught her staring moments later.

“No, I was just thinking how much better you look now, you came for your honeymoon. It seems like it was some She did not want to say a brittle, pale faced and helpless that had been their first impression.

“Yes, I feel like a different person now. I have goals and things of myself. Oh… there are many ways I have chang Winnie nodded and they finished their work. Lindy called at dinnertime.

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“Your hair. It’s…” Jessica hugged her. “It’s so different.”

Lady Lindy had finally had her hair cut by a professional He had thinned out the mass, feathered it around her fac chopped a good deal off, until it just reached her shoulde he had taught her, like she had it now, with the hair up, bit, tendrils artfully touching her ears and nape, it showe and her beautiful skin. It enhanced her nice lips…and her bones. “Take off your glasses a moment.”

The younger woman did so. Jessica laughed, shaking her are you still hiding, my girl? You are a beautiful woman, Late bloomers always stay handsome, all of their life. Th shows off your pretty arched brows, big gray eyes. “ “Give over Jess, it’s only me.” “Stay for dinner?” Lindy wrinkled her nose. “Tell me about Nikki first.”

“Dinner, then we talk.” Jessica guided her toward the din need you to catch me up on the scene, as it were.” “Just tell me. Were we right? Your note was so vague.”

“All right.” They entered the dining area. Once they were Jessica began telling her about Nikki and Guy. “I’m an Aunt!” Lindy cried happily.

“You cannot tell Max. It is Nikki’s life too and her place to she is ready.” “Very well, although I fully intend to write her and relay am, how much I support her and miss our friendship.” “What is new about town?”

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“No. “ Jess repeated staring at her. “Who?” “Noel Radford.”

Jess knew him. “Good God… you have known him as long When did you develop this sudden passion for him?” “A few weeks ago.” “What of your American.”

“He missed his chance.” Lindy shrugged. “Oh… by the wa back.” “They?” “The Earl, Galen, your husband… and Jayce.” “You must be jesting?” Jessica sat back, breathless with

“No. They are your neighbors in fact, right smack dab be and me.”

Jessica had to have a few moments to gather her wits, a the implications of Galen's presence. He had not divorced shown up during the season.

She could toss out the idea of ignoring the talk. Either th he was traveling on business, or the talk of them both liv separate homes would be rampant. Gossip she could han a bit too much fuel to the fodder.

“Help me Lindy, I’ve got to think about this.” Jessica rub temple. “We can’t be living in separate homes, showing u for entertainment. It will cause too much talk. Even I did flaunt it in their faces. Whatever is he thinking, do you k “Do you want Max’s version, or the Earls?” “Both.”

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“I wonder what he thought I was supposed to do when h here?”

“I doubt he thought of it. Max expressed that Galen expe divorced him by now. He was quite surprised you hadn’t. “Good surprised or bad?”

“With Lord Galen it is hard to tell, he was not angry over that much.”

Jessica sighed. “I am going to have to think about this ve have to deal with it in a way that serves us both. No dou thinks he abandoned his pregnant wife, and took off with The other half probably thinks that my cold nature revea our honeymoon.”

Lindy took off her glasses and rubbed her eye a moment replacing them when she said innocently, “The best cour completely natural around him, just as if he is your husb been all along. They might speculate as to why the separ place, they won’t spread talk if you head them off… by ap perfectly at ease with him.” “Is he changed much? In looks?”

“A hair cut, it’s still to below his collar, a few strands of s nevertheless, he is one handsome man.”

Jessica grimaced. “This may well come down to the perfo life. It will be one thing to show society I am at ease. It’s to get his cooperation when I do.”

Lindy smiled. “I do love to watch a man unable to predic actions. Most are so sure they know them inside and out “Galen isn’t just any man.” “I know. He’s the ideal. I told him that once.” The ideal?

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her, “Are you going to let this chance slip out of your fing you going to be noble and let him go again?”

“I can’t force him to feel anything Lindy, I don’t want him don’t know if my own feelings for him are tied up in the d lives, in the boys. How can I expect him to care anything way things were done?” “But you’ve gone on. You have so much more to offer.”

Jessica looked down at the floor a moment. “I’m not goin encounter him with any preconceived notions. All I can d myself. That’s all I intend. Whatever happens, happens, should be.” ****

Hours later she looked out her window saw Galen, two ho getting out of a coach.

She felt a flutter as she was watching that graceful way h may have changed still, some of the more alluring things were the same.

Thankfully. Well actually… it depended on how immune s him, didn’t it? Watching him retrieve a package and walk house, Jessica put a hand to her stomach. Oh well, that h one bit, she was still reacting to him. He was dark and be haunting in some ways. She never quite stopped thinking alone, at night, she never quite stopped wishing that she deep enough to really free him from those shadows. She glimpse, a few memories, and a moment in the garden w sensed he’d reached out for the first time in his life. Gale trust, in a sense she knew he felt that he could not afford when he tried to lash out though, to keep her distant, he been able to hurt her, hadn’t wanted to. And that time in had nothing to do with their obligations. He fought himse her emotionally.

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have to find a discreet way to talk to him, because not o afraid she might be turned away; she needed to speak to servants to overhear.

It seemed to her, hours later, that the evening dragged o seconds. At last she was able to leave her house and slip street to her husbands‘. She wore a light silk dress of bro a hooded cape of the same fabric in black. She left her h French braided not wishing to appear as if she had overd

She hoped that Galen would be receptive to avoiding gos she’d happily return to Twin Bells with her boys, her mem least… that’s what she told herself.

Aware that the house was set up like her own, Jessica cr darkness, around the side, near the back, where there sh study, sitting room, and library; the typical place men wo their work away from the muffled sounds of London on th She sighed in relief, seeing a soft yellow glow of light, be the knob to the French door, and began to turn it.

She leaned, to get a peek through the square panel, and when she saw Jayce bounding off a couch, drawing a wic of his boot.

Jessica stepped back just in case, and let her hood down see her face.

He yanked open the door; his hard face set and green ey ready to do murder. “Hello Jayce.”

He blinked, and then his mouth fell open. And then he st face a long time. Finally he smiled, sliding the knife into holding the door open. “Lady Jessica, should we hide the We’ve heard you been dumping your money around.” He behind her. “Taken’ to burglary now? I’m sure I could loa something to tide you over.” His smile was pure jest.

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news made his face flush. “You did?”

Jayce sounded so surprised. “You gave one of them my n She nodded, smiling softly.

He went over to her, and hugged her so hard she gasped off her feet, he murmured gruffly, “Thank you Jess.” He cheek. “I’m a no good sonofagun, but I am honored.”

Jess was recovered from that bear hug, chuckling at him eyes were shiny with genuine emotion, so she admitted, for the brother you lost, because you are a good friend to lordship.”

Jayce sighed ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t say an than how proud, that makes me feel, knowing Galen's bo name too.”

She grinned at him, understanding why both Galen and M having sensed that one did not have to guess where one Jayce. If he liked someone, they knew it. If he didn’t the too. She was glad he did not hold her father’s sins agains “Speaking of Galen, I need to speak with him. Do you th me?”

“Yes,” Galen's husky tone came from the doorway. He w against the jamb with his arms crossed over his bare che barefoot.

His hair feathered to the nape, indeed, glinting with som was still dark, still lean, and still exotic. His skin was a da the high cheekbones seemed more pronounced. Jessica t because she hadn’t seen such a handsome, exotic face in time.

Jayce recovered first. “S’cuse me.” He touched Jessica’s by Galen to leave the room, whispering something in his made Galen's lips twitch, obviously trying to suppress a s

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His visual examination went over her face, marking each slowly down her body and over her arms. The warm bron roan streaks in her slightly mussed braid enhanced her w tones. He saw that her gaze was going over him, her eye lighter. She wasn’t here looking for a battle, and for som gave him a warm feeling. Everything in him felt off kilter saw this as a one shot deal. There wasn’t anything or an either of them now, and though he was glad their intima destroyed whatever attraction she had to him, the exper shown him too starkly that it wasn’t enough, not for som He could use it, though it wouldn’t sustain anything, prov and it was because of her keen perception that he didn’t into thinking that sex without the rest of it would work fo them.

He straightened before padding over, to where she stood

Not a foot apart, their eyes touched gently, and he knew sharing the same memories, small glimpse of happiness found in those difficult days. Nothing grand to someone e it had been unique. “You’re beautiful, Jess.” He meant inside as well as out.

Tears burned her eyes. “No, though coming from you, th lot.”

He half smiled and allowed his gaze to drift over her fulle Galen raised them again. “Why didn’t you divorce me?”

She winced, laughing slightly to cover her shock and plea first compliment. Galen, the old Galen did not give comp was not beautiful, never would be. Knowing what she did she was a bit shaken that he’d even said it. “May I?” She waved to the sofa. He nodded.

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“So could you.”

He gave her a look that said plainly she knew better than

“I’ve been busy, I had the boys, I…” She looked down at moment. “I thought, it would be more difficult being a di mother.”

She looked at him then, searching his face. “I don’t mean down. I am not holding you to any responsibility at all. In here to discuss those very things with you.”

Jessica swallowed and lifted her chin, trying to sound con has been talk about us, I am sure, about… your absence about that exactly. It is just that, talk is one thing, but b being here, for the season, we are flaunting it. We reside houses; we will be showing up at entertainments separat add fuel to the fodder.

I did not actually want to come up for the season, but m insisted that I needed a break from the boys, and the va businesses and running the household. Nevertheless, I w return to Twin Bells so that you may stay here without m

Weeding through her words to get the real meaning out leaned forward and casually lay his forearms along his sp studying the floor absently. Then he glanced aside at her didn’t think about that. I assumed we would be divorced. you would reenter society… after all the pressures.”

Her face softened and her gaze stayed on his. “I’m sorry you will give me time, to travel home, I will sign the pap never want to hurt you, Galen. Do you understand? I do ever do anything against your wishes or will.”

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you spoke of. I came here actually, to enquire as what y planned—if we happened to be in each other’s company have said that you did not consider it. But we are here a to advise me on your wishes. If you are not upset that w wed. I may go home quite happily—or we can work out a will keep us from being the object of speculation and ruin needed time for socializing and entertainment. “

Galen sat back against the arm of the sofa resting his arm back of it. Her eyes were going over his bare torso. He le him a moment, before murmuring in steady tones, “You In my house. There will be nothing for anyone to specula

She had been admiring his honed body, the satin like ski and the way it lay over the taut muscle. She had not got him in this state for any long period. It was difficult to hi reaction to it as she murmured, “That will interfere in wh you have made.” “I don’t make plans.” His smile was self-mocking.

Nonetheless she insisted, “I should just go home, to Twin meant to stay a month in any case. I...”

.” He cut her off softly. “Do not act with me, as if I am so went on, “I told you things. I said things that I didn’t hav His gaze went over her almost challenging. “, I have hea answer to know one, that you are a woman of confidence to me because of something your father did…or somethin done to me? Do you understand?”

“Yes,” She whispered hoarsely. Seeing anger blaze in his

He stood and walked over to the French doors, pulling th letting the breeze cool his temper. “I’m not some wound a man.” He couldn’t stand that. He couldn’t stand it if she him that way.

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or less, and I would venture to say you have a dozen arg with other people.”

He glanced at her and when she nodded, he went on, “I’ ogre either. I think I have proved I am not like your fath his hand, he turned, looking at her. “We can deal with ea we?”

Her eyes were light, shining at his compliments, not mat were couched. The fact that he realized what she had ac how hard she had worked on her inner person and her se mattered- It meant more because he said it.

He was right. Because she knew those things about his p of her father’s sins- her own guilt—she had been, in a se him like some wounded animal. Because of their brief his it was the only part of him she actually knew. “We can.”

She stood and came to stand close to him. “I am quite u bustling, crowded household.” Jess decided to hold off on about Nikki yet. “If my maid Winnie and I move in here, will be overrun with ladies taking tea or callers, who wish themselves known to us.”

She half-smiled and quirked her brow slowly. “Think long about it, Just Winnie and myself can cause enough chaos someone’s day. We are apt to go into hysterics about som no one else gets. We are a bit irreverent and not at all fo

He recalled the day she had fallen into the lake and grinn aware of how it affected her; actually not aware he’d don can handle it.”

“Alright. We may, as well get my things moved tonight, s will be not prying eyes. I will let out my house to someon is always a demand when the season starts. I’ll pay the s happens.”

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what you did at Blackcove.” Her cheek tingled. “It was my pleasure.”

He did not know how to say, that he could never think an understand, his ghosts, she had brought them all togethe to rest. Galen was still trying to believe that any woman own life aside to do that. That she sat thought about the history he had given her and had woven it together that still dealing with some of it, he was aware she’d wanted closure to him.

In her own way she had made him realize that he had to with who he was, though not let it keep him from being a know how to say that. He’d once been treated like an an been more than crippled, he’d been dead. He didn’t know any other way, he’d realized that by coming back here, t where she was, he was half way to admitting he was tak at having a normal life.

So he cupped the underside of her jaw and slowly leaned brushing his lips across hers. When he pulled back, he sa pleasure in her expression. This time, only with her, he f it.

A tear slowly rolled from Jessica’s eye. She released a sh

I do not kiss, he had said in those days; it is the only par for myself. When they were trying to produce the heir sh that well. That he kissed her, however lightly, now, it tou deeper than anything he could have done.

She gathered her composure, wiping away the tear, felt almost shy now. The way he looked at her made her awa was watching her, slightly bemused; yet highly intereste reaction.

She turned toward the French doors. “Have the coach se take a few trips we can get it done tonight.”

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hold the door. She quickly stepped out, away. He closed

He still had a few buttons undone. Jessica rather thought black trousers were a bit too distracting as she watched toward her. Galen took her hand, glanced down at her in soft night. “You need your coat.”

“No, I am fine. I’m used to the outdoors now.” She felt h against hers, which was something she would never get, feeling that had warmed her all over.

He paused at the front door and stepped just inside to sp butler. He was back, walking with her. “Civilized people w riding the coach instead of walking.”

She chuckled softly. “I suppose we aren’t. I got used to w I carried Grayson, Griffin, the maid, and nurse made me that the boys needed to see outside the windows. Winnie carry them all over Twin bells. When they started to walk was not a stone they did not trip over, or a puddle they d into, they are stubborn little fellows, determined to expe everything.”

She glanced over at his profile, feeling the tenseness of h she talked. “They look so much like you. Except for Griffi eyes. They have your hair, skin, and your wonderful bon in deep trouble when they become young men. Already t to charm, and get what they want. The ladies will have t

Galen was absorbing her words, trying to picture (the bo think, my sons, my children, twins like Griff. He could he voice what sort of good mother she was, she knew their their flaws, their ways. He guessed from that, Jess was a mother, who took great pride and joy in her children. He from what she said before he left. It never crossed his m otherwise. He’d known it too, because despite her narrow with her father, or maybe because of it, she wanted to n

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man she used to visit on her return trips.”

“Well, it is quite good. The boys know that it is a painting did not w...”

“It’s fine.” He glanced at her. They were ready to inter h didn’t come back to interfere in the life you chose. I won and pretend to be their father. Because I have not been your right to decide those things. I was never around an much. Griff and I were close. I can tell you are a mother your children. I leave all of that up to you, Alright?”

She looked at him a moment then said very quietly, very can visit your son’s anytime you wish, my lord. I would b pleased to have you meet them.”

His high cheekbones looked flushed. “I shall.” He murmu opened the door, “Very soon.”

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The following morning Lady Lindy got the news in the mo way. She presented herself at Lady Jessica’s house and w the snotty butler.“ The Countess is in residence with her am sure she will receive you there.”

Lindy turned on her heel and was half way down the stre tailing the carriage somewhere behind in some confusion remembered Jayce and stopped dead on the street, then gloves stuffing them in her pockets. She went up to the c tossed her parasol in it.

Lindy told the driver the house number though still walke she was preparing herself for anymore surprises that mig morning call. Knowing that Bloody American he would fin sarcastic to say in greeting.

She had only seen him briefly since his return, and that w brother’s house. She had not spoken to him. By God, she going to let him see how these two blasted long years wi from him, any sign, any regret, on his part, had affected have been young, yet she knew full well that the man ha The butler let her in and informed her that the Earl, and Barrette, was having a late breakfast.

“Thank you, I’ll see to myself.” Brandy removed the long and handed it to him. Her deep lavender morning dress w stylish, daring. It fell in straight lines from a snug bodice came deep down in a V though a sheer scrap of lace was

She was taking off her short brimmed straw hat as she g breakfast room.

“Hello all.” She tossed the hat on a chair by the door, no men, who had stood. “Jess, I went by your house.” Jessica flushed. “Ah… I please join us for breakfast; you over coffee.”

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Lindy slowly slid off her glass and peered at him,” You ar of course, you cannot possibly be Lord Blackcove .the int Black cove?”

He was going to have to get used to her teasing. Galen r you leave those blasted specials off, I may even fill your you.”

Lindy’s brow rose as she tucked the glasses in her pocke I got no breakfast this morning. Max. Had a hangover. H late. Who could stand to sit at the table, dine with a bear She sat across from Jayce. Deliberately, ignoring him.

While he absorbed the changes in her, the maturity, bea impact of her lovely eyes—Jayce found he could not help that sheer scrap of lace, remembering she never wore a

Half hearing her talk to Jessica about town gossip. Jace h much, the sound of her voice, the soft white of her skin, hands, and the exact shape of her mouth. The hair?

Whatever she had done, it no longer overwhelmed her fe mouth watered and he had to take a few long breathes b his feelings under control- Jayce wanted, he craved, he c knew that nothing had changed, he was still plain old Mr no-good bastard. The man whose roots began in secret s childhood was less than human. A man who had done th not, and had reveled in them.

Galen was talking to Lindy about America, more for an e Jayce time to wipe that look off his face, than from any c talking to people. He thought, Bloody Hell Jayce, you loo torn between lust, murder.

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Jess sipped her coffee and rolled her eyes at him.

Galen finally tossed the conversation back to Jess. He tho she will tell Lindy of our living arrangements, and sleepin arrangements, and the woman would doubtless stop look that probing way-.

He was somewhat amused, that the young woman who u more than a brat, had grown attractive enough to make usual hard-faced mean-eyed look. Jayce had no problem he just didn’t know how to handle having the same react

The way Galen saw it; there was no difference in his bac Jayce's. The title mattered here, in England, Jessica; peo could care less about his title. And, he wasn’t going to ge that life threw his way, unless he could open himself up t

Unlike Jayce, Galen didn’t fool himself. There was no one there. No woman he could really see him, who wanted to get into his head. At least Jessica used to want to. He co enough away from that. He had to know.

The men left to have their smoke, while Jessica showed L of the sitting rooms.

“Obviously he is going along with the plan,” Lindy said dr the plan, by the way?”

Jessica laughed on a sigh. “We act completely normal wi We give society nothing to gossip about.” “You sleep...where?” “Lindy! Don’t you ever think of anything else?”

“Not very often. I have not had the luxury you and Nikki so it’s a subject I find most fascinating.”

“We have adjoining rooms, actually there is a sitting room us.”

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never in my life met two people who can stand within a f other, and give off enough sparks to start a fire. Yet here are, taking the same route as before.”

“You imagine things. I told you some of it. He cannot hav enough to...deal with that.”

“I don’t know what he tells himself, or you, I can only sa like to be around the two of you. It was like that, in the b now it is ten times worse.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jessica refilled

Lindy threw up her hands. “Sure, fine, have it your way.” the subject. “Are we still going to the Elliot's ball tonight? Noel pick you up, if the Earl is not attending?”

“We will see you there. Galen said that Max asked him to Some gent he wants the Earl to meet, about business or

“You know Jess, I love my brother. I feel so bad knowing him get harder, more cynical every day. If he would only something about her- it would make all the difference, w

Jessica agreed, “I care for Max too- he is torn I think. Be is nothing to shrug off in this society. At the time, what h Nikki revealed that he too thought her background not g The fact that she threw herself at him out of desperation wasn’t really that way. At least Nikki thought it was some can’t really understand men any better than any other w understand the part about titles, and society expecting p marry for breeding, so on. And it makes for a mess when the rules as they did. It’s up to them to sort it all out.” Lindy nodded then stood. “Well I shall see you tonight. I errands to run this afternoon.”

Jessica walked her to the foyer. “He cares for you, “Jessi while Lindy was putting on her jacket.

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equal by any means. You hardly know each other; the ph attraction can’t sustain a deeper commitment.”

“You've been reading too much.” Lindy said dryly and do “I love you anyway. I don’t have your patience, Jess. I h suppressing my passion all of my life, because people se want to. No one bothers to look deeper. Everyone assum wealth, titles gives one a superior confidence. It doesn’t only know these feelings inside make me want to kill him

Jessica chuckled, shook her head as Lindy waved and lef

Later in the evening, Galen was in his room, preparing fo Across the sitting room, Jessica too had her door open an hear her, the maid talking, laughing.

He adjusted his collar, tied his neck cloth. He was wearin shirts, which was not his favorite he drew too many look black. He ran his hand down his vest to check the button his formal jacket. He checked his pockets for a handkerc his hair he didn’t linger on his reflection, he still couldn’t. dwell on it either.

Galen went to the sitting room, pouring himself a brandin standing with his hand in his pocket while he sipped it. H the window at the clogged carriages, coaches, as society way to the opening ball. He was still listening to Jessica a

“It’s too low. Find a scarf or something.” Jessica was say

“I will not.” The maid insisted, “You can’t ruin a lovely go with a scarf! The back is supposed to plunge, besides, th there.”

“Good God, if only it wasn’t nearly flesh tone. What ever thinking?”

“It’s champagne. Not flesh. You were thinking that you b plain old boring colors and gowns, and you wanted some See; look at the lace and satin? It’s lovely on you.”

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wearing this thing. Find something else.” “I won’t.”

Galen slowly walked to the bedroom door. He could see t them in front of a long mirror. Jessica had on a beautiful sheer v in the back, there was lace over it. The bustled s came off the shoulder dipped in the front. It shimmered, gave it an antique appearance.

On Jessica it looked lovely. He could see that her hair ha back in a twist. Pearl pins shone in it, wispy strands touc ears, and brow. Apparently she caught his image in the mirror.

She turned, and he could see that her lashes had been s darkened, her lips were shimmering, and her face had a “Am I keeping you, my Lord?” “No, we’ve plenty of time.”

She raised the hem of her gown for the maid to help her slippers. “This gown… what do you think?” She winced. “ nude. It’s the color I think.”

“I like it—very much.” He leaned against the doorjamb w maid sort through her wrap, fan, purse, all sorts of neces scent of peaches reached him. There was something abo swishing sound of her skirts she moved around the room that he reacted too. Her Thanked Winnie, afterwards the fetch something else.

Jessica pulled on long lace fingerless gloves, fixing the sn caught on her wedding ring. Yes, she had noticed that Ga his band. She held up her skirts and went to him, handin and then turning so that he could lay it on her shoulders. it over her arms and turned with a smile of thanks.

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the ice heiress. I worked at it.” “It’s interesting.” She half grinned. “Interesting?”

He answered her with his own small smile. “Not being ab what you will do or say. Not knowing what you have exp seeing that you are someone different now.”

“I’m showing my nice side is all,” She muttered and wen her purse, fan. “Jeanette says I can be a real b... Ah, har sometime. That I am headstrong when I want things don way. So you see? I am not perfect.” “Jeanette?”

“My secretary.” She told him of the woman’s background of their more interesting arguments as they went to the

Galen caught her hand, just before they were ready to g hall.

He tugged slightly. She turned, looking at him. She walk he wanted to pull her. Galen released her hand, and held shoulders. His thumbs were moving in an unconscious ca gazed into her eyes.

Jessica’s heart began to beat faster, as he gradually lowe down. Her lashes fluttered. Warm air rushed out of her n felt his arms go around her.

His lips, his soft warm mouth, it covered hers. She realiz hear her soft sound when his tongue barely came out to Jessica wanted so much to drop her stupid purse, embra hold him. She wanted to taste him. She simply yielded to offered. Before pulling back, he softly kissed the corner o She sighed when he straightened, a long shaky one.

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He caught up with her on the stairs and they did not spe they were in the carriage. He said, “Now, what were you really thinking?”

She smiled and glanced out the window, then back at him have changed, I dislike being passive. In certain situation rose as if in challenge. He let his gaze go over her. “Are lovers as well as man, wife?”

“I have to be the only woman in your head, Galen, the o care about pleasing. I’ve come to know myself better now times we were together was under different situations. T empty. I have expectations now. Skill I suppose is helpfu passion, emotion… is the only thing that makes it unique people. We proved that.”

She glanced at him. “I want you. You don’t have to prove this time. I admit it. It wasn’t you before. It was simply y going through the motions. Will be lovers? I do not know

“I never did not want you. I mixed up the emotions, and the upper hand.” That was true. In the coach, before the consummation. He had an honest reaction to Jess that h for a woman in many, many years.

“Do you know…? I felt like that was the only time you did Before, it was so surprising to me that you could see thro fortune, and trappings. , you could not see me.”

They were arriving at their destination. He delayed her e coach even the footman opened the door; he leaned, wh ear, “Give me an honest answer.”

She glanced at him smiling enigmatically, preparing to le coach. “It’s not enough for you to be my lover. You must yours. If you want it Galen. Come, get it.” She exited the murmuring,” be prepared take the same in return.”

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imperative that he take over. Galen went along with that think anyone was as interested in his answer as they we himself and Jessica, he knew they would be watched clos

The room became more humid with the thickening of the smell of heavy perfume made his stomach queasy. He al Jessica through a crush of silk, satins and suits, to the ba overlooking a garden. Galen let go of her when they had reached the railing. He breathed in deeply.

“It’s humid in there, isn’t it?” Jess mopped at her own fo poor Debs looking to be seen are likely to get lost in the first few opening balls are like that, utter crushes.”

“It was the perfume. It makes me sick.” He closed his ey shuddered. Not now, Not now, Dammit. He’d come this f Jess. He had been feeling only that until he’d been hit by heated perfume and sweat. It remained him too much of the woman. It was a scent his hatred stank of. It was a s cellar apartment was saturated with.

Jessica walked over and lay her hand on his back. She kn difficult it was for him to admit a weakness. She merely caressing his back slightly, able to feel the heat and dam skin through the formal jacket.

Galen turned to the side and her hand slid from his back He looked down at her, seeing only a small open smile o and a calm look in her eyes. He drew in his breath, nodd to let her know he was all right. She reached up, wiped h her peach scented handy. That scent, her scent, made h water and it had a stimulating affect on his senses, banis from his mind.

Jessica put the hanky away, reminding him, “We need to don’t we? There is someone he wants you to meet.”

“Yes.” He nodded and took her arm. They headed once m the crowed room, finding Max, Brandy and Noel at the fa

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more interesting conversationalist than most men could female. Yet for all he was nice, well mannered, good look did not fit with the vibrant woman at his side.

Jessica eyed Lindy’s beautiful dark red hair; pilled up, wi curls artfully loose at her back. She noted the white smo lips, and she knew what those beautiful eyes looked like.

Tonight Lindy wore a form fitting Violet gown that made like pearls. It had lace sleeves, a naughty lace bodice tha tops of her breasts. It had a flattering affect on the slend making her look even taller, more elegant, even in her w

No, Jessica could not imagine Lindy with Noël, Noel woul engrossed in his work and forget her, probably neglect h would have nothing special in her life as she deserved. “Is he here tonight?” Jessica whispered behind her fan.

Lindy raised her black lace fan and muttered back, “Over card room.”

Jessica turned her attention beyond a row of columns. Sh Jayce standing there; huge, wearing his long leather jack shirt, too snug black breeches. For all his hair was cut, h like some wild backwoods pirate. She murmured, “He’s lo at least.”

“He’s not looking at me. He’s glaring at Noel. Poor Noel i confused, not to mention a bit afraid.”

Jessica laughed and bit her lip. “You've got to admit Jayc kind.”

Lindy snorted. “He knows exactly what he looks like, he w clothing just so to show it off. The man flaunts his virility exactly what he is doing when he does it.”

“Yes. I think Jayce is nothing if not secure in his manhoo

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sorts of pretenses. He’s very real, earthy. You can’t expe doesn't think his background is worthy of you.”

“That’s a lot of assumptions,” Lindy muttered. “I don’t th ever admit that he even wanted me.” She sighed. “I’m s at least I’ll have something.”

Noel led Lindy out onto the dance floor, Jessica saw Jayc them. Galen came to stand close to her side, he murmur never ask for her, you know.”

“He’d better do something soon. “ Jessica glanced at him doesn’t at least talk to her, tell her why he hasn’t shown for her. Lindy is going to make a very big mistake, and m “He might be more right for her than Jayce.”

“He’s fine. He’s always been a perfectly respectable, well gentleman.” She grimaced. “Not exactly what Lindy has for— in bed—all these years.” Galen half laughed, looking at her with his brow raised.

She shrugged “Lindy reads a lot.” She tilted her head. “S dance?”

He took her invitation, leading her out onto the floor. For like the first waltz; his strength, grace, and natural rhyth feel as if he was lifting her just above the ground, gliding cloud of music. He looked at her, a slight smile on his lip her lose herself in his arms, in the music.

It was both their pleasures to dance several times more, unwilling to let go of each other, not ready yet to come b

Under the cover of the crowded floor, he drew her closer bodies touched. He waltzed her slower, leaned his head d his cheek against hers; his long legs were guiding her to the floor near the swaged drapes, and a faux fountain. H around these, then stopped, pulling back just from the ch down into her face. 209

softly at his taste, the deep lave of his tongue, which see most intimate touch in the world.

Galen’s head moved in slow erotic circles, as his arms se her tighter. His tongue rolled around inside her mouth le and hungry. Like the dance, it had its own rhythm; its ow reaching movement that was more than just any kiss wo Because it was a kiss from him, and it was sensual, eroti and sexual.

It was Jessica who broke the kiss. She pushed, pulled ba fighting for air. Afterwards leaning back against the wall, closed lashes showed Very light eyes staring into his as s dampen down the fire inside of her body.

She had thought the attraction she’d always had for him would feel when they touched- she had been wrong- His her mouth had caused her body to respond most intimat her and felt as if he were preparing to go inside her, it br that same moistening of her sex.

Galen smiled rather sensually too. He rubbed her kiss sw with his thumb, and that flash of white teeth just adding passion when he murmured huskily, “I’m coming after it. She half laughed then let out a shaky sigh. “I’ll say,”

His low rumble of laughter fascinated Jessica. There was hardly ever saw him smile or heard him laugh. She took hand and whispered, “That laugh… it sounds wonderful. W smile, it’s so...arousing, to look at. It makes me want to smile all the time.”

His dark eyes shimmered with hidden depths and pulled embracing her for several long moments. Jessica was no was trembling, or Galen, she breathed in his manly scent her cheek against his warm throat. And, she held him tig second more. And before he released her, she felt his se between them.

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Lindy waited until Noel was engrossed in conversation wi cronies, completely oblivious to her, before she walked th crowds—her attention on the man who had once more em the card room, and was standing somewhat back in the s When she was some distance away still, she removed he put them in her purse.

She walked at a leisurely pace, unhurried as her skirt he against the floor, and with her long artful curls swaying a shoulder and back. Her breathing was sluggish, hot thou she knew full well that she had once shot, one chance, a the living daylights out of her… because he was the kind would find only once in her life. The real, raw, hard kind

She had stood there tonight, looking at Noel, realizing th know once and for all if Jayce was something made up in her high passion was creating something that came from reading, and dreaming.

Lindy took the last few steps till she was facing Jayce. He straightened by that time, still had his arms crossed, and down at her with his green eyes slightly narrowed, his da inflexible as always.

Lindy felt it—as soon as she looked at his face. That insta heart thumped fast, hot blood seemed to race through h as excitement, awareness, and attraction flooded her, he muscles contracted. It registered in her mind as raw, ani attraction, chemistry… yet it was more than that.

She eyed him from his long muscled legs, encased in too trousers, up, up further, to his mouth. Her sultry gray ga and held. “Come with me,” She said calmly and held out He seemed to hold his breath, “Where?” “To dance.”

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beautiful eyes holding something he was both fascinated

Lindy reached him, was very close when she slid her han chest, still holding his gaze she murmured, “Dance with m

Ah God, he was too old for her, too hard. Jayce took her preparing to waltz. She shook her head, and drew both h hands to her tiny waist. Then she slid her arms up, stand to rest them just behind his neck.

“Lady…” That was all he could get out because her feel, h her fresh lovely beauty was too close, too real.

Brandy began to move against him, “You have to lead, Ja taller, bigger than I am. “

He leaned down slightly, so that she would not have to r But her movements against his body soon had him straig stopping. Lindy’s eyes were half closed. “Lift me up.” He did, easily.

She cupped his hard face in her white hands, and stared glow in his eyes. Then she lowered her mouth over his, a kissing him with all the hunger, the passion her body had years.

For Jayce, it was as if warm honey had been poured over And he forgot everything and let her taste him; he let he his mouth. He had never been kissed by a virgin before, Lindy in all her newly expressed passion, was so good, so when he began to kiss her back—He had to use one hand back of her head to keep her from moving so much. As soon as he relaxed his hand so they could both draw breathing betrayed him—

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passion and hungers, and their next kiss was so wild tha set her on her feet.

A mistake he did not foresee—because she started tuggin downward, until they were on the floor.

At first she was beneath his weight, arching, whispering things as her body got hotter. He was conscious of her si part of his brain, and he rolled to his back.

Her hands were in his hair so hard it pulled with painful p laved him across his strong throat, then bit, sucked at hi she laved his collarbone, before slid her hands in his shir nipples.

It was the most passive he had ever been in his life. Usu he had never taken the time, nor had the inclination to b caressed beyond the vital areas. However nothing was in that—nothing but her scent, the soft feel of her lips and t harsh yet arousing way in which she seemed to be bathin

When she squeezed lightly on his nipples, Jayce wrapped arms around her, holding her still a moment, with her he against his chest and their hearts beat a deafening sound

To her he was not an intimidating man—too strong, too b the center, the core, and the source of her passion, hung raised her head and looked down at him, at the taut cont discern on his face. At the regret too emerging, at the ha face—because perhaps Jessica was right—he did see him equal.

“Do you think I’m a lady, Jayce?” She whispered huskily, to run her fingers though his hair at the side of his head. “There’s no doubt about that,” he said it blunt, tense.

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She was kneeling between his strong thighs.

He was shaking his head, telling her in some fogged voic in the ballroom, that this was crazy, that he’d do what ev wanted him to, to please not touch him… there.

Lindy looked at him. This was no boy. Jayce was a grown looked like one, seasoned, with eyes that had seen more would. And even he sat up; she eyed his aroused expres fingers worked the leather ties.

“Christ. If someone comes in here.” Jayce was shaking h holding her face in his hands, trying to think with his bra this isn’t... You can’t touch me like that. I… Dammit,” he finally, helplessly.

Having reached his thick sex, the soft warm curls, her so fisted around him, feeling the potent strength, the sexua

His hands dropped from her face, and he reached to pull away—Jayce closed his eyes in hopes he didn’t end up sp fountain. “Do you see me, Jayce?” Her expression was heavy with lip damp, swollen. Oh, God…“Yes.” His throat worked.

“Watch me,” She whispered. Then as if an erotic dreams lowered and his groan sounded. His thighs jerked inward sides, and Jayce gasped open mouthed three times befor form a word. “N... No… You don’t know what you’re doin I’ve been. Ah—I’m just not good en…”

Lindy felt him grab her head rather hard then. He shudde almost choked on the handkerchief he shoved between h result of his climax.

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swollen.

She finished and sat back uncaring that her skirts were p her knees. “Am I a lady now, Jayce?”

“Yes, Dammit!” His whisper was harsh. “I’ve never had t me. You shouldn’t have…”

“I wanted to. Now,” She raised her brow. “Are you going walk out of here, just like this? Or are you going to tell m feel?”

A muscle worked in his jaw. “I feel ashamed, I feel angry you…”

“I see.” Her face was getting tense. “So—I was mistaken want me that way, do you? You don’t want me—anyway

She stood up, and he was rising too, she half laughed, ra pathetically while walking over to a mirror to fix her hair. least I know now.”

She could see him, in the mirror, standing behind her, w and tucking in his shirt.

“Know what?” His eyes were wary, still somewhat dazed.

“I don’t suppose—that we could come to some sort of arr could we?”

His eyes narrowed. “What sort? What are you talking abo

She opened her mouth, and then laughed softly, cynicall finished with her hair and turned to face him. “Never min don’t think my mouth, my tongue being all over your bod significant- you bloody hell aren’t the man I have been b heart for.” She picked up her skirts, and walked out of the room.

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his head, still unable to get the feel of her out his head— felt her too.

Her kisses… he had sex before, and never had he felt so drunk… from kisses. The way she talked to him, looked a made him hot all over. With a woman like that a man wo in his hands every time they touched—he knew, someho knew that if he ever went inside of her body he would go

She’d done that…intimate act…It seemed like a dream, o fantasies, because she was like heaven to him- somethin really touched… She made him feel somewhere in his sou harshness of his life, all his deeds, sins, angers, everythi come against him in life—would ask for an accounting.

And the sum of everything that he was would not compa thing he couldn’t be—to one beautiful, highborn lady, he something. Nothing in his life would ever come close to the way she that to him. ****

Max’s’ gaze narrowed as he watched his sister come from of the library. He watched her fetch a glass of punch, the slightly in the shadows, just behind Noel.

Max made his way to her, taking his time to reach her si see tears standing in her eyes.

There was a look on her face too—that some instinctive p recognized. “You didn’t?” His soft question needed no details. “No.” She wouldn’t look at him. “If you wish to leave, I will give your excuses to Noel.”

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“Is she all right?” Jessica had been watching them from a and—she had seen Lindy approach Jayce.

Max shook his head, no, “Could you go home with her ju sure she’s all right?”

“Yes of course.” Jessica touched his arm, then went to te nodded, and led her through the crush so that she could Lindy. Once they were in the coach, Galen went back ins

Together, he Max walked to the library. They opened the Jayce sitting on the sofa drinking a large glass of whiskey the floor.

He glanced up. Knocked back the whiskey, shuddered, a Looking for me?’ He said calmly to Max. Max drew back his fist and punched him hard enough to back. Max was walking out Jayce touched his bloody lips “Too bad Lady Nicole didn’t have a brother. Eh, Max? At some s….

“Don’t say it,” Galen warned Jayce tightly. He stepped in seeing Jayce’s expression. “Don’t Jayce.”

“She told me not to interfere,” Max spoke very measured wasn’t for her Jayce, it was for me. Because she never cr ever make her cry again… I’ll kill you.” “Jesus Christ.” Galen shook his head. “This is way out of

Jayce’s voice was raw; his eyes stark as he looked at Ma control himself. “Why didn’t you just marry her off while Why didn’t you just… keep her… away from me? Goddam

He reached out his hand, his face awful in his helplessne see anything… but yourself? Do you even care what took didn’t violate her. I…” He stopped and drew in his breath

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“Shut up. “ Max glared at Galen.

Galen shook his head. “Punching me is not going to chan She … Bloody hell, you could tell it just as plain as I coul

“I don't want to hear this.” Max was making a path for th could leave the ball. He wasn’t going to listen to Galen. A when a man had. Ah hell, he just wasn’t going to think a

Outside, near the coach, Galen grabbed his arm. “You ha up people here, Max. Your sister isn’t a child anymore. S knew what she wanted—because Jayce would never initia like that. You can’t go taking your bad decisions out on e You bloody mucked it up with Lady Nikki, you go playing this, and things won’t ever work themselves out right.”

Max’s aqua eyes were cold. “Jayce—was my friend. I trus older, experienced. Lindy has been fascinated with sex b chose to educate herself about things that aren’t appropr ladies of breeding. There’s a big defense, a lot of respons between the two. As a man he should.”

“—Turn down a beautiful woman who probably already h full of him?” Galen cut in snorting. ”I mean it Max, you’re prude. Stop thinking about her as your sister. What was supposed to do? He’s half-crazy about her already. He th some kind of untouchable princess. Too good, too rich—t blooded for him.

She comes to him. That must have seemed like heaven, because he didn’t lay with her—because he is your friend the distorted opinion you have of yourself, your kind, and society.”

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In the wee hours of the morning he took Max home, then went to his own house, and found his wife curled on his b her almost sheer cotton gown with ribbon straps, tiny bu front, a short hem, just at her shapely thighs. Her hair w spread like a roan wave over the pillow she hugged.

He left and took his bath and shaved. Galen padded back bedroom, and lay down carefully beside her. Looking at h he reached over pulled her against him.

She sighed, turned to face him instead, slipping her leg b thighs, rubbing her lips against his neck. “Are you awake?” He murmured against her hair. She answered by kissing his neck lightly. “Remember the coach ride?” He whispered, with his lips ear.

In answer she rolled to her back, her eyes still closed as deeply, she them opened half way, then slid her hand ov bringing it to rest on her upper thigh.

Galen kissed her jaw, sliding his hand between her thigh part them for easier access.

“Mmm…yes.” She arched, gasping and covering his hand to hold him tighter against her. “More…” She opened her watched him, watching her.

Moving her hips in a way that brought her the most pleas touch, Jessica whispered to him; what she felt, what she she wanted—what he was making her feel like.

She arched her neck, held onto to him tightly as he abra sweetly, and then touched her inside, intimately while hi rubbed the nerves, lubricated with her aroused moisture

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in the worst way to touch her there, to hear her breathin to feel those shudders going through her. He soothed the shudders and lay holding her against his side for a long t something he had done, except for that time when they other in bed. It felt like a balm to him, like some kind of he could not have articulated.

Jessica eventually stirred and rolled over him, reading hi when she positioned herself so that she sat astride his hi Her hair fell soft around her face, her eyes still glittering

“What do you want Galen? Right now, right at this very m do you want?”

His dark eyes looked deeply back at her. “I did what I wa

Knowing he was not ready yet. Doubtless he was used to it-the one goal- the right moves, the right spots. Jess lay him a moment, then rolled to her side facing him again. “Were you ever... the recipient? “ His brow rose. “You’ll have to be more specific.” “Passive? Have you been made love to?”

He laughed empty. “I’ve never made love at all. I was pa perform… Jesus, I don’t want to talk about this with you.

“When you touch me, does it feel the same? Do we all fe “No. You're different. You’re different.”

She put her finger on that muscle ticking in his jaw, and “They sent me some things from the sanitarium where y was.” He seemed to go tight, still all over.

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“Galen, look at me.” Jessica whispered, reached over to toward her. His expression held that long ago awful look.

“I only know one man. His past is a part of what he is to like some story—of someone else—a list of things so exp only thing that matters to me is what takes place betwee all aspects. I’d be stupid to lie, say your physical looks ar inspiring, yet that does not drive me. It won’t work in my reason to do more than just accept what you’d give. I wa

The kind of want I have feels like it could consume me. I that to some terrible part of your life. I will give it to you

She ran her finger across his brow. “Every moment we h the most intimate moment, suspended in time, away from the world. It’s been awful, and wonderful. But it’s never Galen. We both need it. We deserve it. Our souls are des cannot make that on my own.”

“I can’t.” He shook his head. He didn’t know what that w wanted something…. Yes, needed, with Jess. This was ra made him feel exposed when she looked at him like that give to her, would… if he said he loved her, and if it turne couldn’t…. Ah hell. He closed his eyes. This was harder th imaged.

She rubbed his chest slowly, watching him. When his eye felt his hand seek and hold her own. After long moments him drift off to sleep. He might not think it, yet his heart that gave her great hope. He had come back to her, he h anyone else nor been with another woman, and of this sh certain.

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circumstances that would be wonderful, having an attent would have its advantages…

Only Jessica wanted more than the physical this time. Sh going to scare him off with words of love again. She was to take the time, the patience to let his feelings for her, h her, rise to the top of the agenda. That wasn’t going to h didn’t learn to temper some of her own high passion.

It would be difficult, but in another way Jessica saw it as Either way, she would feel pleasure knowing that their re the potential to be more than it had been destined to be. felt that struggle in him, and of late, she’d seen the flash He had to trust her. He had to let go. And he had to allow honest passion he had drawn from her too.

She held him, and was not asleep when she turned and f and hold her too. She looked into the shadows of the roo felt his lips in her hair. There were more ghosts in him th her of. And she was determined that they were not going was struggling, fighting in some sense to be happy, to ta possibilities of life with her. And Jess was going to show was all right to do that.

Jayce had departed when they went down to breakfast. H stating that he was going to the farm that he had purcha If Galen needed him the address was enclosed. Galen glanced at Jessica. “How was Lindy?

“Mortified, hurt, ashamed of herself.” Jessica pushed awa held her coffee cup. “I blame myself too, for going on ab probably thought he wasn’t good enough for her. How he out of his reach.

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never had the money to pay for what she did. Nor that k some woman the control…” Jessica winced. “That’s putting it bluntly.”

“I have been around her enough to know that Lady Lindy reading knowledge than she has experience. It’s quite di you are dealing with a human being. Jayce is no green la blathering his feelings no matter what they are. He would thought was best for her. Yet. He’s damned upset with h allowing what took place.” “He didn’t tell you, or Max?” “No. He didn’t need to.”

Galen eyed her flush. “It shook him up that she would do judging what she did to him, I simply think that she coul another time or place, and gotten the kind of answer she Jayce was really caught off guard. In a lot of ways, he’s s her—of the way his feelings seem like a betrayal to Max, her, because of his low breeding, and background.” “You understand him well, don’t you?”

“I think I do. “ Galen shrugged. “Jayce has had a hard lif things simple, and deals with things in the way he has to on. He doesn’t usually waste time with envy or wonderin think of him. The fact that he even came back here, to h something he fought for two years.”

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Jessica had a busy afternoon with various callers—some remembered easily enough, and others were young debs to present themselves to the Countess.

She was relived however when Lindy finally showed up, h young woman would do something drastic. Though pale her usual energy, Lindy told her in a private moment, “I speak with Noel this evening, call it off.”

Jessica touched her hand. “I’m sorry it all went wrong fo Honestly… I believe that Jayce cares deeply. “

“Max has not helped things I know, However if Jayce can am willing to risk for him? I don’t think he will ever take have me.” Lindy’s wan smile was self-mocking. “The jest love him more—now than ever. Only, I have stopped kid realize, I cannot use Noel.”

After she had gone, Jessica was in her chambers getting the night’s entertainments, when Galen came in… to stan doorway, something that would become his habit.

The maid had left and Jessica told him what Lindy had sa walked over and had him lay a peach silk wrap over her shoulders. The matching gown, cream shoes, and purse in her hair gave her a healthy glow. “I think Max is taking his mistakes out on her.”

Galen shrugged. “He does have the responsibility for her he can ignore that, not even for Jayce.”

“You’d think he would want her to be happy, seeing as h miserable.” “You know were she is don’t you? “Who?”

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“Because she was your best friend. Because, you would m and earth to find her. Probably did.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t tell Max. Not for spite, but because it decision. She’s not had an easy time.”

Galen half smiled. “I heard that Max looked for her too, f months.”

“Lindy says he won’t even acknowledge he shared anyth

“I can’t assume to read Max’s mind. Let’s just say, that h greater responsibility than most.”

Jessica sighed. “As long as he chooses his responsibility his title, over his true feelings—Max, will never be happy

They left the house and arrived first at the theater. Jessi remembered her old experience with the crush of people with Galen beside her, it wasn’t quite so bad.

There was a constant stream of visitors to their box. She some amusement as Galen handled both nosy old dowag giggling debs. He was quite patient while some stuffy eld questioned him on his travels. He even managed to answ strutting young effect’s questions about the cut of his coa

Later in the coach on the way to a formal supper he raise and murmured, “How’d I do?”

She laughed, “Quite well actually. You are getting the ide At least people are not afraid to approach you anymore.”

He shook his head although said no more. Yet, at the for caught her eye several times. She thought there was a s eyes.

It was late in the night, almost morning, before they wer homeward.

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did lean down to softly kiss her lips, a mere brush, a gen sighed shakily and did not push for more. The next morning she began her own courtship of him.

Though not calling it so in her mind, she simply began to the things she had wanted to, rather need to do. Jessica over the months, apart from him, that these were the th wished she had stored in her memories.

It was just after her morning callers left when walked int where he had been having his coffee and going over som walked over behind his chair and lay her hands on his sh causing him to look up at her.

“Is something wrong?” He murmured, eyeing her hair wh in a loose carefree style.

“No.” She grinned, lifting her hands to his hair, lightly ru fingers through it. “Are you still busy?”

“Not really.” He looked down at the desk and just sat the while she ruffed his hair and rubbed at his neck. He closed his eyes just a moment.

Jessica loved the cool silk of his hair, as well as the warm throat. His ruffled shirt had several buttons undone. She thumbs and palms to lightly caress his skin.

“You feel good,” She murmured. “You hair is so silky and skin is like hard satin; warm and supple, yet strong.” She and kissed the top of his head, then the side of his neck. hear his masculine sound as she did so.

She let them slide a bit down his chest. “It’s very pleasur you.” She left her hands there a moment more then step going round the desk to lean her hip against it. “I’m goin afternoon with a group of people, would you like to join u “No, thank you.”

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Galen smiled back at her before she left the room—his sh stare watching the sway of her hips in the mint green go

That evening when they were supposedly getting dressed went to his room and found him absently standing by the neck cloth hanging loosely. She touched his shoulder. Wh she did the neck cloth for him, then leaned up and kissed murmuring how good he looked, how nice he smelled.

In the coach, he watched her take his hand and join it w

Their gazes met. She rubbed her fingers over his knuckle

Throughout the ball, when they were standing and talkin were dancing, whatever they were doing, Jessica took pa to touch him, to compliment him and to smile at him.

She joined him in his room when they returned home. D valet, she assisted with his clothing laughing—when his a in the jacket and tripping over her skirt when she pulled

He was clad in his trousers. She was fully dressed in a go as she turned down all but one low burning lamp and lea the doorjamb, watching him sit against the headboard—w rather curiously. “Is there anything I can do for you?” She whispered. He was shaking his head. She half smiled. “Are you sure?”

He appeared to hesitate; she shrugged and whispered so leaving, “I’ll be more than pleased to touch you. To show hands, and lips, can make you feel. You’ve only to ask m

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He nodded distantly as that empty look flashed for a mom

Her eyes flickered over his face. “That’s just not enough be satisfied like that. I want you in ways that have. Very with sex.”

When she was gone, Galen lay a long time savoring the h his loins, the deep thud of his heart, the meaning of her starting to notice more about the changes in her too, like unexpected way of expressing herself. He could have bed tonight if she had wanted. Yet he found himself curious a

They weren’t teasing. Nor were they coy. She had a soun when she said those things, that made him fear a little, y

Used to taking the initiative, he wondered if he could allo be vulnerable and exposed, under her hands, so to speak it, yet ... he already found his body reacting to her words waiting for his permission to feel anything. He didn’t hav he was guilty of savoring it. He admitted to himself that her expressing herself the way she was. She really was f fascinated him, her strengths; her sexuality was an exte independence. She was honest in everything. And having experience he’d had with women, his mother included, it stimulating to have that kind of woman, feeling that way

His lean brown hand slowly rubbed his chest and rested a taunt abdomen a moment. He could picture the way the breasts looked under the glow of the chandelier, pearl-lik shimmering. He could envision perfectly, the shape of he eyes… and her mouth. The way her fingers felt touching the carriage. He looked up at the ceiling in the darkness the deep sound of his breathing. His skin was sensitive a his groin felt heavy, tight, aching enough to cause some

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Having just entered the doorway, his snug riding breeche dusty, his hair windblown, and shirt a bit damp from a m He was in the foyer laying his crop on a side table, pullin gloves when she came his way, showing some of her gue stood to the side ignoring some of the red-faced gasps a formal riding attire.

Waiting until they departed to glance at Jessica, who was buff-walking suit, with a high-necked blouse of sheer lac pouf, with strands floating around her face and neck. She had looked him unhurriedly up and down, when she rem from her pocket and wiped at a smudge of dust at the sid

Galen stared down at her through his lashes, his hands li at her waist.

Jessica met his gaze. Her heart was already beating fast; the hanky away then sighed slightly, when he stole a qui murmuring that he would be in the study working until e

Back with her remaining guests, Jessica was distracted. S head. In seducing his senses she was also affecting her o neglected needs. If she was tempting him to trust their n chemistry, she was also pushing her control to the brink.

How could she guess that a part of her own personality r drawing him out and finding ways to non-sexually touch sighed then went up to her rooms, to dress for her outin They were going to a museum and to a lecture and short

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Jessica asked Lindy, “Has Max kept up his mistresses?”

“I have heard not, which is probably why he is an unreas grouch.” “It must be interesting at your house these days.”

Lindy snorted softly. “Max knows he cannot keep drownin in brandy, nor can he pretend one of his best friends did London because of him. He’d like to pretend I am having season that I did not break up with Noel. Max is running tell himself. And, he knows it.”

“I’m surprised he never spoke of Nikki. Galen tells me, th Max actually looked for her?”

“I believe so, for about six months. Yet because he had t he was less than successful. It wouldn’t have done for hi be asking about her. When you were at Twin Bells, he wo write and see if you had any news of her.”

Jessica watched Lindy clean her glasses then replace the know if Max could comprehend what Nicole has gone thr of her encounter with him. While it’s not his fault exactly have only reacted differently.”

Lindy’s brow rose. “Look at my own situation to realize h react first regret later. Though, to be sure, Jayce is a gro wanted me bad enough, nothing would stop him.”

“You two never did get to talk to each other. It’s someth recommend, because men are not like us, they simply do there every emotion. You can make a lot of assumptions ignorance, I know. Part of having a mature relationship i the fact that passion cannot drive it forever, at least to a “

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feelings on that score. However I have two sons, I have must be considered. I can’t afford anything less than hon levels.”

Later they had dinner at a hotel, Lindy murmured, “Could the direction of Jayce’s farm from Galen? I would ask Ma would just as soon not fight with him again. I’ll make up explain the day out of town.”

“Yes, I’ll get it. He’ll probably be angry with me for doing

Lindy half smiled. “We’re all stuck in limbo here, if I don’ from Jayce I think I am going to stop pretending I enjoy I’m going to go the country for awhile anyway. I may as perspective on his own reasons for not challenging Max. what I want to hear, but if I am going to be alone for the life, I may as well know why.”

Jessica sighed heavily. “Jayce is not your typical London an entirely different experience with life. I don’t know the only just trying to understand my own husband better. A cannot profess to love someone that you don’t really wan both the bad the good. We can’t make them what we wa to take all or nothing.”

“The nothing is pretty much what I have now,” Lindy said leaving. “I know it is time for me to grow up stop acting something I read in a book. I know he’s a real man, mor anyone I have ever met is. I’ve got to deal with that, hop come out looking like a silly fool this time.”

Jessica told her, when she dropped her off that night, tha send a note around, telling her where the farm was locat

Galen was in the sitting room when Jessica went upstairs bathed lounging in his usual black attire, he glanced up a and lay his book aside.

She stood there a moment, eyeing his reclined figure on removing her hat and gloves while her stare traced his le

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She undid her jacket and slid it off, tossing it in a chair. H was on his face, when he flickered a glance at her sheer looked back, meeting her gaze while reaching, slowly tak from her hair.

The roan mass slid silkily down around her shoulders. Ga her, a slow, deeply erotic kiss, which completely filled he the taste and texture of him.

Jessica’s arms went round his neck, on tiptoe she leaned moaning softly at the instant arousal flooding her.

He kissed drew it out, their heavy breaths pushing throu nostrils, heads moving subtle ways, giving each other ac began to return his kiss.

Trembling slightly, each lave of his tongue across or und evoked an almost painful response in her sex. His own re nearly drove Jessica to follow through; her hunger for him overwhelming because he was kissing her because he wa way he was kissing her left little doubt that he was trying passion from her, and was finding the experience pleasu

When he at last pulled back, their eyes were glittering, h breathing and heartbeats fast and deep. Jessica was the she gave him a soft grin that admitted her hot response He kissed her temple, making a soft masculine sound in

Jessica whispered huskily, “So, you missed me this even

“Umm.” Was his way of admitting it, before he pulled bac to her room where he leaned against the door jamb while down to her petticoat, then sat down to comb her hair.

In the mirror she watched him watch her then eye the be times. He left, after a softly murmured good night.

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Jayce’s farm, Lindy discovered, a few days after Jess gav directions, was a bit more isolated than she had imagine

Long before she reached the main farmhouse, she passe and tumbledown cottages set back from the country road did spy the big timber and stone farmhouse, she was sur how large it was and how many stone outbuildings there The stables were nearly as big as the house and a charm stone bridge led across a wide flowing stream.

There were rolling green hills, rock walls, marking the pr what looked like a green house long neglected. The coac stopped on cobbled stone of the drive and she alighted.

Everything had a fresh coat of whitewash and the smell o hinges, fresh cut wood, teased her nostrils.

She lifted her hem slightly, walking round to the side of t where there was an attached beamed shelter of some ty inspection she saw that it not only stored firewood, also were hanging from the beams; wooden pails, saws, othe beyond her knowledge.

The loud ping coming from further back led her until she under the broad oak which shaded the back of the house was a smith’s lean to, and connected to a work shop.

Jayce was standing with his back to her, hitting somethin like a sickle blade with a big iron hammer. He had it laid anvil. Sparks flew every time he struck it. Lindy observed roll down his bare, deeply browned back, it dampened th of his doe skin breeches. She almost groaned…his well-h muscled body, was definitely going to be a distraction.

She had so wanted to be composed, level headed about thing. To try and put out of her mind, that she’d been int body. Seeing the tawny sinew and glisten of sweat, Lindy

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He caught sight of that deep violet skirts and white silk b away. Her dark red hair was partly hidden by a short brim hat. She wore a suede hip length jacket of a lighter shad skirt. He also noted she was not wearing her glasses.

Jayce slowly lay the hammer down on the blade he was t straighten. He turned and leaned his hips against the sla Then wiped a bit of sweat off his brow, before crossing h green eyes hid his surprise at seeing her.

Somehow he seemed much larger out here in the open, much manlier… somewhat intimidating. Of course she wa seeing men in this state of undress, nor was she used to do physical labor.

Her gaze went over his wide chest, noting the light brow the dark skin, down that rigid stomach, those taut hips. and jerked her attention back to his face. It was hard, du looked so dark green so... probing. He may well be angry Who could tell? He certainly wasn’t smiling a welcome. “What are you doing here?” He asked finally. Moving his from her, peering apparently into the distance. “I want to talk to you.” “About what?’ “About you. About us.”

He flickered a glance at her, and then away. “There is no

“Very well, I just thought you should know that I have le telling him that I have decided to return to our country h Surrey. I broke off my engagement with Noel, I have no getting married to anyone, and Max or anyone else picks In fact, I do not intend to go back to London for a season “You should let Max advise you on these things. “

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“Please don’t talk to me as if I am twelve,” She asked ve

His gaze came back to her. “You’re not really going to bu the country, are you?”

“I would hardly call it that. I spent much of my time in th growing up, I do quite well there, better, in fact, than in I cannot compare to the grace, and flair that my mother feeling sorry for myself, mind you, I simply stating facts. London because it was expected of me; I stayed because me to make a fine match. I thought I could, but... Noel i good friend.”

She shrugged, “I threw myself at you and refused me. “ head. “What else is there left to do? I don’t particularly li long periods of time; there isn’t a man there who interes

“I’m too old for you, my past is... it’s not good enough. M

“Good enough? Why don’t you explain it to me, make me She looked around and found a stump to sit on. She did crossed her arms gazing at him. “When you are finished, tell me you do not want me, that you never have and ne imagined anything else between us.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It won’t matter. My father w man; he never wed my Ma. Me and my brother Josh wer secret sins. I expect there were others in his flock…who b children. “

His visage was hard. “Anyway, he sold us. Me and my br west, to a farmer, who treated his dogs better than us. H more often, hired us out like a mule team. We ran away started doing whatever we had to, smuggling, strong-arm bounty hunting. Were were wild… reckless at first, doing were on the wrong side of the law. If I lived in America a would likely be looking over my shoulder. I may have to, where I live, because of the things I have done.”

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do about their birth, though I understand your reasons, m being titled, very high up in society. On the surface, it m because it is Max’s argument too. As to your... questiona professions and illegal activities? I gather you have left t when you bought this place from my brother.”

“I’ve nothing to compare to these English Lords,” he put gaze turned hard. “I’ve been an immoral man and not pa honorable if it suited my needs.”

She nodded slightly. “Yes, I think one supposes simply b you that your life has been... Interesting, to say the leas was short. “I knew none of these things when I became you. In fact, I did not want to be interested in you actual you say different- than the proper English gentleman. Yo rude, hard, and really do not care a damn about social p

She stood and walked around a big murmuring. “But you strong, brave, and loyal. You saved Lord Blackcove in a m speaking. You saved Max and taught him how to be a ma “How do you know this stuff?”

“Max mutters in his drink, and he has been sotted quite o any event, you are true to your friends, you even deny y …pleasure. Offered- Because you don’t wish to betray Ma suppose, since you believe that I can do better.” “You can.”

She looked at him, her dark red brow arched, her gray e violet. “Why would I want to wed a man with impeccable simply for that reason? What would I gain that matters? bloodlines, stuffy relatives and a husband who believes f need to think with their brain or find pleasure in bed. Sho someone equal my rank, so that my children may grow u their father once a year? Or that I might see him betwee he schedules his mistress his club? You saw them yourse not? Which one would you like to see me spend my life w

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Nor am I going back to London, to play the game anymo I came here… to try understand you better. I can live wit long as I understand it. I’ve heard you. Now before I go. tell me that you don’t want me. That you never have.” He swallowed. “I can’t say that.”

Her voice was husky; “You’re a fool, Jayce, because I’m want someone the way I want you. I would give up anyth with you ... Nothing would seem as important to me as h want me too.“ A single tear slid out the corner of her eye finished. “If you ever want me half that much. I’ll be wai She took off around the house.

Jayce leaned his head back, closing his eyes, his heart sh chest, his guts tight, from her emotional confession. He g then he cursed long and explicit.

He took off after her, calling out just as she had her hand door.

“Don’t leave,” his voice was raw, his gaze searching her hurried toward her. ”Don’t leave.” He reached out his ha

She blinked back more tears and her smile was trembling her smaller, softer, white hand in his callused one. In a r she asked, “Are you going to love me, Jayce?”

“Ah, hell -woman!” He pulled her to his sweat dampened already do.”

She started crying, murmuring, “Jayce .oh Jayce. I thoug going to let me go.”

He held her tightly. “I should. But I can’t. “He held her a a moment and looked hard into her face. “ But you listen ain’t going to do anything before we're married. We ain’t that, until we both go back and talk to Max. Have you go

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He kissed her, hard. Firm. And looked at her dazed expre plenty of time to love you like you need. Like I know you wanting. I’m going to spend hours. Days. Weeks. Just ru beautiful little body all over mine. So one or two days is matter.”

When he released her and went inside the house Lindy c coach and sighed, laying her head back. Rubbing her bod She swallowed and shivered in anticipation. Maybe she c well, perhaps she could wait, just a day or two. But that absolutely it! She was not letting the man out of her sigh ****

Galen and Jessica had been summoned to Max’s when th discovered Lindy’s note. As it happened they were still th reason with guilt ridden Max when the couple was shown

Jessica took one look at Lindy’s tear stained yet happy fa smiled. She also noted that Jayce was looking both defen determined.

She glanced at Galen murmured, “You had better be on t

His brow rose, a smile in his expression. “Don’t you think overwhelming the odds?”

“Not at all.” She put her arm through his. “Max has enou and hard headedness to even it out.” “Lindy!” Max had arisen from his parlor chair. “What the this?” He still had her note in his hand.

She came forward and looked up at him. “Never mind th Please sit down. Jayce and I have something to discuss w

Max’s aqua gaze went to the big American. “She came to

Jayce walked into the parlor. “I’ve not touched her other want you to know, Max. I tried not to care for her. I real

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He looked at Lindy. “I’ll treat her as well as I can, Max. I whatever it takes to make her happy. I swear it.”

Lindy was crying, smiling. She looked at Max who appear slightly embarrassed. “I want your blessing. If I cannot h have no man. I warn you. If you won’t give me to him, I without your blessing. I will never feel this way again. If see that aside from his being your friend, me as your sis I are simply a man and a woman. Opposite’s maybe. But powerful happened between us. Don’t deny us your bless

Max glanced from her to Jayce. He raked a hand through then sat down heavily. He stared at the floor. “What did Lindy? I told father. I promised him, that I would see to

“Oh, Max. Papa knew how headstrong I was. How curiou stubborn. You did nothing wrong. I would like to think, th would be proud to meet a man like Jayce Barrett. No ma background.”

She put her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “You let the society get to you. You are sacrificing everything to a titl know Papa may have been proud of. Although did not me by. I thank you for bringing Jayce to me. You wouldn’t w brother in law, would you?” Max snorted.

“Just so.” Lindy laughed, “I know you love Jayce in your that there are things in your background that only the tw know. But I love him in an entirely different way. I was m him.”

Max thought a long moment; He sighed then looked up t had gone to stand by the fireplace. The man looked hum bemused by Lindy’s words. “She’s got to have a proper w Jayce. Our mother would have wanted that. At the estate where she and my father were wed. I insist.” “I’ve got no problem with that.”

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Max half smiled, “she’s a pain in the ass too, Jayce.” Jayce nodded just as serious.

Max put out his hand. Jayce shook it. Their eyes held a lo moment, before they both started laughing. Lindy rolled her eyes and looked at Jessica.

Jessica watched Galen join the men, and then she took L “I would be honored to help with the wedding.”

“Please do. I would hate to see what Max considered pro something intimate and simple. I don’t want society spla have the man I have waited two years for... “

She bit her lips smiling happily. “Egad, I cannot tell you h was that he was going to let me leave today. I think I wo begged to stay.”

Jessica had seen Jayce look at Lindy, sand he had seen t possession, wonder in his expression. “I think that Jayce going to ask himself everyday until your married if he dr She chuckled then hugged Lindy. “I’m glad he’s going to family, that he won’t be alone, and that you will make hi what a good person he is.”

“I hope I can be enough for him.” Lindy whispered. “I kn my knees weak. I think of everything I have read and no compares to what I feel just looking at him.”

As if hearing her words, Max said loudly. “My sister is qu Jayce. Sorry, but there is nothing I can do about it. I sug good sport about it, until the wedding takes place, and g farm. Get it ready for habitation. Lindy will send Mother’s pass to her down I am sure anything else a woman has t with you next week to look at studs. Locals should be ab stables in no time.”

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shipped from America, and Canada. He had a warehouse he had picked up on his world travels that needed to be wanted papers drawn up though that Lindy owned half o with him. Max agreed reluctantly.

Eventually everyone was at the dinner table. The men ta horses and land. Jessica asked Lindy what she wanted fo present.

“I want Nikki there, Jess.” Lindy whispered, “I haven’t se long. I know it is complicated still.... Can’t we nudge this right direction?”

“You can write and ask her.” Jessica sighed. “Don’t hold if she cannot come.” Jess smiled. “Now, aside from that, get you?” Lindy sipped her wine a moment thoughtfully. “I want a of Jayce. Outside. By a good artist.”

“I know one.” Jessica nodded. “Because I know how Jayc does not mind following a person around who cannot sit

After dinner everyone gathered in the parlor with their co Galen reminded Jessica they had an engagement. They s farewells. Galen assured Jayce he would come down to t help him during the next weeks.

Late that night they headed for a ball and she eyed Gale interior of the coach. “You go to the farm, I’ll go with Lin estate. After the wedding I want to return home to Twin He nodded. “You miss them.”

They both knew he meant the boys. “Very much, every d

He leaned out and spoke to the driver, instructing him to townhouse. He told Jessica quietly. “We need some time ourselves.”

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She did. “You’ve got to want all this,” she said huskily. “M marriage, the children.”

He cupped his hand at the back of her head, and slowly l to touch his mouth to hers. Against her lips he murmured you. Right now.”

She moaned as he took her mouth in a deeply erotic kiss came up to touch his face as, tasting his desire was more anything she could imagine.

Galen drew back just as the coach stopped. They alighte were no words as they entered the house then went to th chambers. Jessica ignored Winnie’s knowing smile. It wa all over her. It probably escaped no ones notice that she courting her husband. The maid helped her off with the g out a flimsy thin strapped nightgown.

The maid left and Jessica combed her hair, seeing her fle through the lace of the peach gown, her thigh showing th long slit. Thanks to that kiss, she felt sexy, erotic, drugg arousal. She combed her hair until it lay against her shou Seeing saw the tremble in her hands yet welcomed it.

Jessica padded barefoot into Galen's room, to find him la moon lit bed, wearing only his black trousers- which wer done up, showing a ridge of hair below his navel. He look sleek, like a panther. His taut body was shimmering with over muscle. He had to know how alluring he looked.

She leaned against the bedpost. Wetting her lips, she wh “Were you waiting for me?” He half smiled reaching out his hand.

She climbed upon the bed, up until, her thighs were stra Then leaned over him, looking into his dark gaze as his h under the gown to cup her bare buttocks. “I’m not feelin

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“You are amaz...”

She covered his mouth in a kiss and ran her hands over chest, down his arms, touching him as she’d only dreame down and tugging his trousers off. She tossed them in th Spared him a glance and found he was watching her rath paying attention to the fact he was fully aroused.

Straddling his upper thighs again, she pulled the gown o She heard his soft-aroused words when her curved flesh tipped breasts were exposed. His hands were on her hips “Let me,” he whispered huskily, trying to reverse their po

“Next time, ” she promised, then slid up poised over him his sex in one hot, tight, movement. “Oh God….” Her leg her thighs flexed against him.

His moan sounded like a dying man, his convulsive mom grabbed her hips said other wise. “Don’t move yet,” he w tightly, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed.

“I have to.” The full hardness felt so good. She went a bi on him, instinctively raise and lowering of her hips, slidin forward, around, to let all of her touch all of him .She lea back whispering to him, only half-aware of what she said nerves seemed to be centered where their bodies joined.

Galen wanted to watch her, and he did. He was trying, a his muscles tense and veins filling up, it was impossible t his control. She was erotic telling him in explicit terms ho felt, what she felt, and what she wanted. He felt her silke heat in her as if every inch of him was sensitized. He was and feeling too much inside and out to carry out the sedu planned. Eventually he lost himself in the sensual dance him, on him and; his climax came in a hot explosion that breath.

”Jess,” he grit helplessly, coming so intense it felt like fir through him.

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returned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel one she had around her was over his thigh. He watched

The towel dropped. She sat opposite him, against the foo

He tossed his towel aside too, and joined her, lying betw with his face very near her breasts.

Jessica moaned and let her lashes drift closed as he bega and suckle them. She sighed, slid downwards, until he w His mouth and hands moved with firmness over her side from her throat to her breasts he went back down, until her fingers into his hair and held him at one breast then

He began kissing her deeper and joined their bodies. Her open. He flashed her white, sensual grin, lifting her legs sank deep, hard, “Galen.” She dug her nails into his shoulders.

“Jess.” He whispered staring down into her face as he sp movements, harder, deeper, so that each plunge was de possessive. “Feel me?” He knew she did, he still felt drun realizations that flooded him during her riding him. “Yes. Very. Deep.”

“God.” He closed his eyes just a moment as if savoring b it. “I want you.” .“I’m not made out of glass. Take me.” It was all he need, all he wanted.

He took her so hard, and so fast that Jess could only gas while the sensations rolled over her. She witnessed the e in his expression, heard him breathing, harsh. She moan pushed her legs higher, driving deeper in. “Jess. Jess.” H be lost in his own feral passion, which drove Jessica even the heat.

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Their bodies built sparks into flames, and their eyes show pleasure they took in it. His breathing was heavy, sexual with unspoken words. Her sobs and moans urged and re own intense feelings.

When climax came, it left them both shuddering, gasping a fine sweat and laying limp in each other’s arms.

After a time Galen murmured against her hair. “I can stil

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” She leaned up

He reached to brush a strand of hair out of her face. ”I m have your way with me again.”

She considered before admitting. “I’m hungry for you, G you. I knew that was in you, that fire and passion. I neve reach it. I never thought you’d let me let you feel it too. you truly know how deeply you move me. How wonderfu me, to see your pleasure and feel it just then. I’m not ex you know that. But I feel…I began to feel like a woman, soul, my spirit, with you.”

He fingers trailing down her cheek. “I’m going to tell you have to.” His eyes were darker. “I thought I could just… know it has to be told...”

She nodded. “Let’s bathe and get coffee, we can talk in t room.” She touched his groin. “If we stay in bed I’m goin you.” Oh bloody hell. She was nervous about this, yet kn couldn’t show it. Her reactions would matter to him, her response to whatever he would say. She was glad for the time, in order to get herself prepared.

He rang for coffee. They went to their separate bathing c

Jess joined him in the sitting area, both of them fresh an hair damp, feet bare. Jess eyed his white knee length dra toyed with the drawstring till he laughed low and asked h wanted to talk later.

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himself and Griffin, their chaotic childhood with parents w and wild. People who ignored the fact that children neede and often they forgot him and Griff for months on end.

He told her about Griff becoming seriously ill, how he cou either parent, nor had they left word where they would b winter. He tried to carry Griff into the village trying to re doctor and they had no transportation, no money… Griffi his arms.

He uttered quietly, “My father was killed in a duel not lon The man, whom my mother had taken up with in Paris, a him buried. I was left alone again, until I was fourteen. M home only long enough to collect something to sale, or t from creditors. Then…Laperre came and collected me. Th Paris. He owned... females, who worked in the brothels, know that at first. We were living in cramped cellar quart that the females were coming to me because they wante sixteen I bloody well thought I was the luckiest bloke on sex more than I had food or sleep. Eventually I found ou owned the girls that he was having them train me.”

Galen took a sip of coffee, looking down to see her relaxe lay against his chest calmly. He went on. “I didn’t like it. fool for being that green. I was sick about it, too. Knowin behind it all. I went to my mother and she told me they n money, that she had rich friends, females who would pay skills. I refused.

She swore that Laperre would beat her, and he did. I stil was a big man; brawny from his youth spent on the dock feet five. Not an attractive man, but more importantly, a understood sheer bruit power. He beat me pretty badly t used something so the blows wouldn’t cut my skin, alway me—He began drugging me, doping my food and wine. B started me drinking right off. You have to understand ho works. Everyone was loyal to him, his thugs guarded the had his street spies. Apparently my mother met him smu and peddling flesh. That’s how she fed her own addiction came up with the idea that I would provide services. Part 248

Jessica rubbed his thigh absently, able to feel the tension hoping to sooth him.

“The drugs worked only for awhile, I’d figured it out, didn wanted to feel the effect they provided. But eventually th my… performance. He still slapped my mother around. A couldn’t perform, he wasn’t pleased. At that age, given m mind. I didn’t see any way out. I felt betrayed by my mo devastated that she expected me to…“

He paused. “I grew very cold, very angry. I let my feelin to a rage. It was a dark, putrid life. Everyone around the parasites. I was obsessed with killing him. There was som knew about him that my mother didn’t. I learned to func what I was being paid for, without any real feeling. I play had a long list of clients by nineteen. Eventually I began into paying me a bit more, although we kept it from them

One night Laparee had arranged a client for me. It was m of his, and I refused. He beat me bloody. This time I had also didn’t fear him anymore. I didn’t care. I stabbed him with a knife I had one of the women supply for me. I too I could find and fled to the docks. I got on the first ship s America.” “Where you met Jayce and Josh?”

“Yes.” He told her about his new life there, how difficult i him to adjust to the culture, for him to trust people. How he still was. Only it was an icy one.

After some time Jess sat up and took his cup refilling it. S look with a soft smile. “I’m very glad you survived all of not wish it on anyone. I am sorry for the way you were b am very happy you are here with me now.”

He admitted. “I wish. I wish that I had not made it so… d us.”

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Griffin. I don’t hold you accountable for any of that.”

He kissed the palm of her hand. “You overcame a lot you The old man was crazy as bloody hell. He didn’t treat you should have. His obsession was insanity. I think you shou find your sisters.”

“I’ve thought of it. I’ve wanted to. Particularly since the c born. I just don’t know. Maybe they want to forget that l that if they did feel that way, I would understand it.” “You should try anyway.” He squeezed her hand. “I probably will. Someday.” “Galen?” “Yes?” “What is it…that you knew about …him?”

He was silent for long moments, and then said. “He watc wanted me, sexually, obsessively. There was some kind agreement between him and my mother… I don’t really k much she knew, because she was in a drug haze most of

He was twisted up with needing to use me for the money my mother he really wanted, and it wasn’t the women he watching through the peek holes. “

He shuddered. “I saw it many times, although it took adu figure it out. And I saw it when he beat me. Sure, he nee money, they both did, but he was obsessed with watchin was lust in him—a rage against my mother, me, his own don’t know. That last time, it would have been with a ma him. It wasn‘t for the money, for any reason but to see m man…I knew that.” “I’m sorry, Galen.”

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wouldn‘t have left there, even had I not been guarded by men…without killing him. He was a leech. Sick, yet mayb wanted to punish someone for Griff dying needlessly, and punish mother. Although for what he did, the way he virt imprisoned me…Maybe for the fact I felt for a long time I hard enough to escape it…being a man. I wanted to see

Her hand reached up and covered his. He said lastly, “I d around to watch him… do it. I had lived so long in that ki was so mixed up in my head. I would have killed anyone me. I was cold, deadly. In America, that became my sou a living.” “Jace knows all of this…and Max?

“No. Not the details. Jace knows without them. Max too m know.” He finished, “I wish it were valorous, that I had k Mother, that I felt some pity for her. I was nothing to he she died, obviously. And I was nothing to anyone but Gri time I was born. I know about people not seeing you…no what’s inside you. I knew that from a tender age.” And G whispered, tightening their fingers, “You were the first pe woman, to make me want to feel anything real again. I c the chance of ever being vulnerable or taking risks, carin someone cared for me…I hadn‘t… cared… since Griff.”

She hid her tears, blinking them back and whispering, “Y first person to ever touch me, Galen. Really touch me. W in many ways. Each of us, trapped in the dark, isolated, haven’t gone through what you did from the time your b though. I don’t think I could have survived that the way either.”

They lay there until it was almost daylight, then he carrie bed and made love to her very slowly, very gently with t clasped, their gazes locked their kisses very soft, and lig When it was over Jessica wept against his shoulder. She tighter. “You’re still afraid, aren’t you Galen.”

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It was two days before Lindy’s wedding. Jessica had gon trip to Twin bells before heading back to the Marquis esta long talk with Nikki while there; extra hugs from her gro even a shy one from Guy.

Jeanette, bless her, helped with Lindy’s wedding too, by her own contacts to see that flowers, champagne, whate needed, at the estate on the wedding day. Galen had bee back and fourth to the Farm, so she had seen little of him revealing but wonderful night together.

However she glowed, she knew it, everyone else noticed called it by its name as soon as they had hugged. “Love. You’ve really fallen in love with him.”

Jessica smiled into those big brown eyes. “I always have just didn’t realize how unique he actually is. The way he feel is so. . Indescribable.”

Nikki, who had been getting back her own glow and heal happy for Jessica, although about Lindy’s invitation she s should I let Max know I’m even alive? I doubt he has any this point. Besides, Guy and I do fine now, thanks to you

“I think Max has regrets. He’s just so... arrogant. You kn Nikki. They are groomed to do the proper thing. I heard you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” The woman shook her head, her bea obviously struggling to hide the truth. “It wouldn’t matte I can make it on my own. I don’t want a man like that as nor would I want him as my husband. He’s more than ar he’s an ass.”

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decor and menu, Jessica wondered if Nikki’s deep hurt an struggle was not blinding her heart. If only she could get unbend and admit something, anything revealing.

Her chance came late that evening. Lindy was taking a m nap having run hither and yon trying to make sure all he including her horse, carriage, and dog were sent to the fa as doing the last fitting on her wedding gown. Jessica wa the rose garden noting the fading blooms, the new chill i welcoming the start of fall.

Max joined her. He was in his shirtsleeves, his black curls his face showing the fatigue of the last hectic week. “You haven’t asked me about Nikki in a long time.”

He sat down on a bench and lit a cheroot. “I assumed if y anything you’d let me know.” “Why should I?” His eyes narrowed through the smoke. “Have I offended

She grinned dryly. “No. I am serious. You know Nikki wa to me, Besides Lindy she is my best friend. You have nev acknowledged any feelings for her yourself.”

“It is pointless. She’s missing, took off somewhere.” He p cheroot and looked out at the fading day.

“But if she came back, if she suddenly appeared, what w Max? What would mean to you? Don’t you still believe th blue enough in her blood, not high enough in rank? Not s Marquis?”

“Whatever I said to her that morning was... impulsive. I with myself for taking advantage. I never meant to… I co helped her in other ways.” “So, you regret the words but not sleeping with her?”

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future, the way you are going to get your heir?”

“I don’t give it any thought anymore.” He confessed broo expect some day… I will do what is expected.”

Jessica rolled her eyes although he didn’t see it. She got then, because he wasn’t being particularly revealing. “Do her, Max? Do you feel anything at all? Did you then? Was something special in your life… or just... a sexual encoun

He flushed. “You’re blunt today.” The following laugh was he shook his head. “I don’t think I will ever get her out o He flipped the cheroot away then stood, walking over to before he shoved his hands in his pockets. He gazed at h remember every moment, of every second of that morni cannot recall one hour with any particular mistress.”

When he walked slowly back into the house, Jessica sat t pondering, reflecting for some time. She would write a n tell her those words, beyond that, she could do nothing t their difficulties.

Galen and Jayce arrived the morning of the wedding. Ga over to Max, who numbed the man with whiskey, just to from pacing holes in the floor. Galen had seen to it that J formal suit to wear, and a considerable wardrobe for a ho though Lindy, he understood intended to go straight to th

Galen went in search of Jessica, who had turned Lindy ov maid and local dressmaker, who were getting her dresse ceremony. He found Jessica in an upstairs guestroom. Sh wearing a lovely gown of bronze silk, medieval in design. braided and wound atop her head, pearls peaked from th style. He leaned against the doorjamb. “I missed you.”

She spun away from the mirror and hurried across the ro throwing her arms around his neck, she whispered, “I mi Mmmm, you smell like the outdoors.”

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“He’s nervous?”

“Petrified. “ Galen smirked then kissed her temple. “He’s these second thoughts about not being right for her, how road, she’ll regret it.” “She won’t. She’s so excited. She’s mad for him.”

Galen kissed her other temple. “We had better go below, supposed to make sure the reverend is seen to.”

“Wait a moment.” Jessica detained him. “I want to tell yo Nikki... She’s been living with me.” She told him how she her friend and about the note she had written her yester

Galen eyed her face. “You didn’t trust me, not to tell him

“It wasn’t my choice really. She had a dreadful time Gale could have seen her and poor Guy. You cannot imagine w have been like for her. I thought, and I still do think, tha choice.”

“I understand your reasons. I just think...” He shook his she’s your friend. I realize that Max wasn’t saying enoug anyone know what he was feeling. I just know him a littl you. He was pretty shook up that morning. I wasn’t easy because he’d been lecturing me about you, about how I you.” He smiled dryly. “I wasn’t hearing it in those days.

Jessica nodded. “Well, I have told her to bring the childre wants to come, Jeanette will come too. You and I can ha I don’t think she will come; though she loves Lindy. I tho ought to know that Max did feel something powerful for h

“He fell in love with her,” Galen said flatly, and headed o hall.

“How do you know that? I doubt it was love. Lust maybe

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duties, until Max could take over. Max was giving Lindy a Jessica and Galen would see to the details of the wedding make sure the large white and dark blue parlor was read ceremony. Jess had ordered blue vases with white roses the marbled tables. She did very little to improve the alre room. Lindy wanted it simple and elegant, and that is wh sure she got.

While Galen talked to the lanky reverend, Jessica made s and blue velvet chairs were pushed back against the wal candlesticks were lit atop a flower swaged mantle; with b ribbons. There was a small piano in the far corner, Lindy to play her mother’s piece.

The closer it came time for the wedding the more Jessica anxious. She looked up at the large portrait of the Lady K the beautiful smile, the elegant tilt of her chin. She hope make that lady proud today.

When Jessica heard Max come downstairs with Jayce, sh music sheets on the piano and looked around the room o before going out into the hall to find them.

All the men were in formal black and white Jayce looked handsome, as he wore a cluster of small blue flowers on hair had a recent trim. He still looked huge beside of Gal grace and Max’s lean, broad shouldered form. Yet the rou made him seem all the more handsome. She believed th find it so.

“Go on in the parlor with the reverend,” Jessica told them check on her and be back down to provide the music.” S three nervous men, kissed Jayce’s cheek and touched Ma before hurrying out.

Upstairs she stood in the wide doorway of Lindy’s chamb misting with tears at the beauty of the young woman.

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were no shoulders in the gown, it came across her breas the arms, and had narrow sleeves attached. The simple l dress, her beauty and the skin glowing from the antique enhanced Lindy’s tall sliminess.

“You look beautiful.” Jessica went forward and hugged he

“Thank you.” Lindy smiled. “I’ve already had three glasse champagne. I’m so excited.”

“I know, your eyes are sparkling.” Jessica winked at the smiling rather proudly at her mistress. “Come and give m when she is in the lower hall, please.”

“Yes milady.” The maid curtsied, and reached Lindy her b

Jessica went back down the stairs, feeling as if she had r the past few weeks. She could hear the men talking in th was about to go through the doorway, when the butler d

Jessica hurried to the foyer, seeing the two beautifully dr woman, three boys and two maids standing there. “Nikki.” Jessica gasped and hugged her.

Nikki looked beautiful, her lush brown hair was done up i curls, with fat ones hanging over her shoulder. She had o cut gown of dark gold silk. Her big brown eyes and dark striking as always.

“Where is she?” Nikki asked huskily. “She asked me to st her. And I intend to.”

Jessica was fanning her face to keep from crying. “Up the right- the door is open.”

When Nikki went past her with a sweep of velvet skirts, a jasper combs in her hair.

Jessica touched Guy’s black hair. “Hello, my boyo, did yo here?”

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little blue neck cloths were stained a bit with cookie crum they had been bribed on the trip here.

She hugged each one. “Your Papa is here.” She looked fr other.

Griff frowned, his eyes turning dark green. “We lef’em at

Jeanette giggled. Jess grimaced, whispering, “I hadn’t th that.”

Jeanette said dryly, “If he is anything as handsome now then, if he has the same look, they will know him. They l much like him.”

Jessica nodded. She heard the laughter, squalls from ups Apparently Lindy and Nikki were getting re-acquainted. S Jeanette and the maids. “I’m providing the music. Lord B standing up for Jayce, Lord Maxwell is giving away the br the three of you go on in and try to contain these savage

Grayson wrinkled his nose and reached out to touch his M then sneezed. He whispered. “Me an’ Griff peed two time

Jessica laughed. “Very good. Will you be good for Mum, w wedding is going on?”

“ Wed-ding.” He nodded then looked at his brother who n

Jess complimented Janet on her deep blue gown and the way she arranged her curly hair.

Jeanette waved her hand looking at the two maids beside on, let’s get these two settled.”

“Stay wif you.” Griff grabbed Jessica’s skirt when he walk “As soon as mum plays the music, you and Grayson can right?”

“Right.” He smiled smugly, and then went happily with Ja

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them both as they started down the stairs.

“Oh. Right.” Jessica remembered her duty- and hurried t sitting room. She could hear the two sniggering in the ha rushed to the piano and sat down to play.

Not until she had the tune well in hand, did she look up t staring at the boys, seated in chairs by Jeanette, and the also saw Max frowning at Guy, obviously wondering whe black haired son had come from.

Poor Jayce had to remind Max to meet his sister at the d also had to elbow Galen and ask if the ring was in his po

Jessica was watching Max as first Lindy then Nikki entere Her eyes burned as she saw Max nearly stagger in shock his mouth yet could not seem to speak. Lindy whispered, “Lead me to my husband, Maxwell.” That dry order seemed to snap Max out of his shock.

He led her forward. Jessica played the lovely tune. Behin walked slowly, looking over her shoulder once- to give Je slightly nervous smile.

The reverend was probably the most clueless man in the Jayce and Lindy seemed in their own world, they had to witnesses for the rings at the right time.

At some point Jessica waved her sons over to sit by the p her. Jeanette had taken guy upon her lap. It was Griffin to Galen at one point and said happily. “Papa! Papa!”

Jessica saw Galen swallow several times. He was obvious attend what Jayce needed at the moment.

The reverend said the blessing; a long beautiful prayer fo had all the females’ damp eyed. The kiss was enough to boys laughing and the reverend blushing.

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Jess wouldn’t let me have but a thing besides a biscuit fo

Jayce’s laughter rumbled. He picked her up in his arms, k and ignoring everyone else.

Galen and Max looked like they didn’t know which directi Nikki went up to Max though her posture was aloof .she on his arm and told him to lead the way to the dining roo

Galen looked over at Jeanette, obviously just recalling wh be. He spoke to her and to Guy before going to Jessica a

Jessica could see the amazement in his visage. He looked toddler to the other. They were tall, sturdy, children, the hair longish, and their exotic shaped faces very much like Griff’s dark olive eyes set him apart from his brother.

“Hello.” He squatted down, so that he could look them in did not miss the fact that they looked at each other then shoulder to shoulder. Their expressions mixed of skeptici nervousness. “Lo’” they said at the same time and nodded slightly. Jessica smiled. Galen released a breath he must have been holding. He throat. “I’m your Papa.” Grayson nodded, “Mum say so.” Galen smiled and glanced up at Jess. “Which one of you with me during the supper?”

They looked at each other, they both held out their hand

Jessica chuckled. “Good luck trying to eat and feed them shot him a quick smile and went round him to collect guy sure Jeanette found her way to the dining room.

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“This one is named after me.” Max recovered enough to Grayson’s head. “He’s growing like a weed.” “We peed twice.” Griffin whispered to them both.

Galen laughed. Grayson reached for Max when settled in added, “Griff killed a bee what tung Guy. He tomp on it.”

“My, that’s very brave of you.” Galen watched the servan plates in front of him and Max, as if there were six peopl them, , before he smiled and assured them there was en “Guy is your friend?” Max asked, giving the lad a bite of

“Guy’s mum.” He pointed to Nikki. “Pway nice, she says. de time.” He wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes.

Galen was having a time trying to feed Griffin fast enoug both hands and his mouth full and was smiling up at him over at Jessica to find her laughing as a lump of creamed landed on his arm. He glanced over, saw that Max was h problems.

Nikki was feeding Guy, who was watching his friends in s amusement. The boy knew very well they could eat with did, so his shoulders moved in silent laughter to watch th all over the two men.

“Milk?” Nikki held the glass for him to drink from. She wi then allowed him to have his cake.

“All done,” Guy said shortly and they held their breath as Jeanette's lap, and headed over to his friends.

He stopped by Max’s chair and grimaced at the food on t Max’s suit sleeve, then stood on his tiptoes and reached the table for a spoon. He tugged Max’s sleeve and hande

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“Thank you,” Max said somewhat dazed. He took the spo still on the boy’s face.

Guy reached up and took a carrot from Grayson's fingers He scolded then chuckled. “ Mum says poon.”

Grayson sighed then snatched the spoon from Max’s han the edge of the table began slowly eating with it, his ton out the corner of his mouth as he balanced each bite car He chewed then arched a brow at Guy as if to say, see?

“Poon.” Griffin said to Galen. Galen ginned as the boy did his brother and ate very well from the spoon and plate.

He signaled Jess then nodded to Max, obviously the man again. The entire table was a chaotic sight with Jayce an obviously having their own sensual feast. Max—and hims in food, while Jeanette appeared to be looking from one scene to another. Servants… didn’t know exactly how to with children at the table. Jess said to Nikki, “It’s time to go over there.”

Nikki had seen that herself. She arose and then went ove Max, before she called Guy over to her.

Jessica lifted her son from Max’s lap and tossed him a na down beside of Galen then snorted with laughter at Jean giving the newlyweds a roll-eyed look. Lindy and Jayce w licking cake icing off each other’s mouth.

“You did well.” Jessica told Galen. She gave the boys a d

“Nice of them to decide to eat with a spoon, wasn’t it.” H and picked a lump of bread out of his neck cloth.

“Be prepared to be tested. They are rascals often play le than they are.” As if to prove those words, Griffin shot hi angelic smile and pat his cheek.

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ourselves.”

He smiled, then frowned, but she was already laughing a

Nikki held Guy on her lap. She didn’t avoid Max’s stare a food off his suit and looked from her to the boy. He finall napkin onto the table and sat back. His eyes going over h silent time, before saying, “He’s mine.”

It wasn’t a question, so she simply dipped her head in ag “What is his name?” “Guy Maxwell Arwood.”

He swallowed, and his eyes were filled with something ak deep regret. “Why didn’t you t...”

Nikki’s look cut him off. She said tightly, “I think we und perfectly well that forcing you to the altar under any circ was not my intention.”

“This is different.” He touched the boy’s cheek. “This is...

“I was ill right after my husband died. His sister Mildred f What do you think I should have done? Claimed to have the day he died. Claimed you were the father. No. I mad sorts with Mildred. She would cause no scandal ,and I wo disappear.” “Where did you go?”

She told him, bluntly, truthfully, about working in the tav for a few extra coins to buy her son food. “I did what I h would have done more, in a heartbeat, for my son.”

Max’s expression was rather stark. He seemed to be tryin comprehend it all, even as he kept touching the boy’s fac Nikki.” He glanced at her, his voice low, raspy. “I’m sorry shakily.

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She felt emotional herself, watching the Marquis of Kilgo arrogant Maxwell Faulkner, had lost his composure and a had aged well these two years, though he had lines on h weren’t there before. They gave him character. She thou would always have that aristocratic handsomeness, no m he got.

Nikki told him quietly, “You can come see him if you wish rather that he did not grow up surrounded by gossip. In will not matter much that his father is not present. But I sake, that you be discreet.”

“He should have my name,” Max told her. “Legally, he sh Faulkner. He’ll have a title.” “Don’t complicate his life to suit yourself, Max.“

Nikki’s words brought his gaze to hers. “You’re going to m Nicole, we are going to make a life for this lad.”

“No. I am not, Max. If I wanted you to rescue me, I wou alerted you before. I would rather he grow up as he is be right things, rather than society, its dictates, expectation about titles, Max. He won’t care either—but, you do.”

Max felt as if he’d been struck. “I care about him, Nikki, He shook his head trying to convey his meaning when th “We never knew each other to begin with, Max.”

Nikki bit her dark lips looked away. “We had one encoun produced my son. I don’t think we have anything to build on I have no intention of trying to be a society wife. I’m would accept me because of you. We don’t know each ot your mistresses better than you do me.”

“ Let us rectify that, Nicole.” He offered quietly. “ I don’t mistresses. We could do it right, for Guy, this time. For u me, we can work from there. I want this son of mine, I w

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in the long run.”

Max reached out and touched her cheek. “We may do ve together, Nicole. We may even end up loving each other.

She released a sigh and looked away from him. “Don’t ev about that. I don’t expect you to feel it, so don’t try and about it.”

Jeanette came over to them. “Let me clean Guy up.” She cake-covered lad from Nikki’s lap. “I’ll entertain him awh two can talk.”

Nikki nodded, she glanced at Lindy who was still on Jayce this time they were sharing a glass of wine.

“Walk outside with me.” Max stood and held the back of sliding it out for her, leading her through the doors and o garden.

Jessica and Galen gave the boys up to the maids to be cl apparently taken out to play in the courtyard with Guy.

Jessica said to Galen, “You may as well have the coach b for those two.” She nodded to Lindy and Jayce. “They ha their own little world since the vows were said.”

While Galen fetched the coach, Jessica finally got Lindy’s enough to lead her upstairs to change into her traveling went up to change into more relaxed clothing also.

Jessica helped her friend into a cotton dress with a soft j the dress was a burgundy with white cuffs and hem. Lind combed then casually pulled back in a lose style.

“This is your wedding night.” Jessica hugged her before t down the stairs.

Lindy sighed, “I know. I have a feeling its going to last fo laughed. “At least Jayce says it will.”

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the bay window. “Griffin is the leader?” Galen mused watching them.

“Sometimes. They take turns. If you watch Guy there, he instinctively know which one is calling the shots.” Galen sat behind her, resting his cheek against her hair. have been a handful when they were babies.”

“They were. I was exhausted long before they ran out of me.” She laughed. “Everyone at Twin bells helps though. for the boys.”

“Max needs that boy.” Galen obviously meant Guy. “I ho admits the truth to Nicole. That he loves her.”

Jessica pulled back and looked at him. “When are you go to me?”

His lips curved in a smile, his brow rose. “You sound awf

She chuckled softly and tucked his hair behind his ears. “ you’ve been faithful to me from the beginning. I knew th trusted me enough to share Griffin's death with me, that me.”

His gaze narrowed doubtfully. “I don’t see how. I didn’t e that word until you were making love to me the other nig

“I didn’t put it all into words, true. I felt it strongly; I kep faithful too. I think the whole time I was waiting for you to me. Waiting for you, to take what I was offering.”

He thought a moment then smiled rather shyly. He drew his chest a moment. “I can’t seem to speak my feelings t supposed to. I have always been amazed that you try so understand me. At first it scared me. I tried to intimidate dissuade you. I think—even when I hurt you; you were t me. I didn’t think anyone would ever do that.”

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at having a good marriage, being close to each other.”

He nodded, held her close. “D’you think we could make l boys are brought inside?”

Jessica grinned. Standing, taking his hand, they hurried “I’m sure we can always find time for that.” She squeeze “I might even give you time to get your trousers all the w

His low rumble of laughter was quickly silenced as she sl down the front of his trousers.

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From the French doors Nikki saw them hurrying up the s glanced at Max who was some distancing away, smoking She had watched him yank off his neck cloth and jacket on the bench. He had rolled up his sleeves, paced a bit, b the cigar. She leaned against the outside wall and crosse

. It was impossible not to be attracted to the Marquis. Th too, of their one encounter teased her brain enough to g moments of shaky breathlessness. She couldn’t afford co point. She had come through too much on her own.

Max finished his smoke and walked over to her. His eyes time going over her several times from top to bottom. He very close to her, his stare holding her own when he rasp the chance. I could make you love me, Nikki.” Her half smile was joined by, “Still arrogant, Max?”

“No. I just think that you still want me as much as I still fact, I haven’t stopped thinking of you, or wanting you, i I remember everything with perfect clarity.” “You think that would make a marriage work?”

“I think that I can show you in bed what you won’t believ here.” His fingers reached out and traced her brow, her c myself in you once, Nikki. It was like nothing before or a could have made me believe that physical love with a str feel like that. You shook me up. You were like fire all ove me.”

Nikki swallowed. “That just proves we are good in bed, M

He cupped her chin used it to titled her head up so she w expression. “I could love you like, that for the rest of our let me. Sooner or later you’ll believe we belong together.

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“Why won’t you ask me, Nikki? Why won’t you ask if I co I think… you are afraid of knowing.”

“Men like you, don’t love that way. “She shook her head. thing that has changed about me is Guy. I still have the background. I still am a stranger to you.”

“I love you, Nikki.” Max said almost angrily. “I love you.”

Her eyes locked with his. He did look angry. “No,” she ra

“Yes I do. I’ll let you think about that, while I go speak to about getting us married next week.” “Max.” She tried to grab his sleeve, to prevent him from He said, “We’re getting married, Nikki. Get used to it.”

Nikki slumped back against the wall and covered her face hands. She breathed in deep several times. Finally, she w through the house and headed in the direction of the cou

Max left the Reverend's side, who was just leaving. He ca Nikki then and drew her just behind one of the arbors.

He didn’t give her a chance to speak before he caught he crushing embrace and kissed her breathless. When he fin on her feet, he cupped her face and murmured. “You rem it.” “I remember.” She whispered keeping her eyes closed.

“You’re going to love me, because you’re going to trust m in me, we are going to make a good life for our son.” Her eyes opened slowly. “I’ll try.”

He smiled and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’l

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both of us to give in. We’ll surrender together. We’re goi together, Nikki.”

She seemed to slump, and she wept then, silent against He mussed her hair and lost her combs in the mass, feel eyes sting a bit. She sniffed in deep then took the hanky They had their arms around each other though when the to fetch Guy.

The boy simply worked his way between them and took b hands and walked inside the house. He seemed to know taken so long to admit to themselves. ****

Lindy felt like she’d been thrown from a horse. She lay o dried cotton sheets, nude, with her hair mussed, her lips swollen. She felt completely decadent, because she Jayce dressed more than once in the past week. Her haze of er never seemed to need sleep or rest, and Jayce seemed s with her body, her sounds, her thoughts, that he rarely t than a nap.

Now it was obvious that they were weak, sore, feeling th marathon sex. Her throat had small blue bite marks, the thigh was whisker burned, her left buttock bore a good-s

Jayce was standing by the old window, smoking a rolled massive nude body dark all over. Lindy did note her scra his shoulders and back, there was a good-sized love bite also. He had just shaved and bathed, and his expression heavy tired as hers.

“What day is it?” She raised up on her elbow moaning as ached.

“Friday.” He smiled watching her. “You’ve a long hot bath tossed the cigarette away and walked over, leaning down sore mouth. “You should have let me sleep last night.”

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going to find us some food. I just realized I am starved.”

“Me too.” She sighed then sank completely below the wa

Lindy was in the tub for about two hours. In fact Jayce h twice before she emerged wearing a towel, combing her

She slid on a dressing gown and joined him at the small room. He was wearing Levi trousers, hacked off at the th bothered to comb his damp hair, it was drying wildly.

“The cook and servants thought we’d died up here.” He l handing her chicken and roasted potatoes. “They said wh tray wasn’t touched outside the door, they feared we had starvation.”

She laughed, knowing he was teasing her. They ate more people could have, and then dressed casually to take a lo work their soreness out.

Jayce was seated on a fallen tree, watching the setting s wine red hair when he murmured, “I’ve loved you since y to waltz.”

She turned, having picked up a handful of wildflowers. “R

He nodded, twirling a twig in his fingers while studying h I’d hurt you though. I mean you being so slim, and me b clumsy, rough in bed. I knew you’d done some sneaking but you being a lady, made things different for me.”

She half smiled and walked toward him, finally sitting on facing him. “How was it?”

He half laughed, almost shyly. “You’ve worn me out. I sw never thought of making love in that many ways before. felt pleasure before, but you feel like nothing I’ve ever h excited I can’t stand it one moment, the next I get so cra that I want to just hold you still and close.”

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“Damn.” He swallowed looking down disgustingly at dow It was rock hard. “I love you, Jayce.”

He reached out growling “I love you too, woman.” He sto are going to give it a rest. “

They did, they slept and talked and ate, then walked the received an invitation to attend Max and Nikki’s wedding to go. It was inside the coach, when Jayce told her, “I wa Lindy. If you don’t mind.“

“Well you may get all girls, Jayce.” She grinned at him. “ trying hard to start our family right away.” “Oh,“ he teased her. “Is that what you’re doing.“ Her pert smile was his only answer. ****

Galen and Jess showed up for the wedding ceremony. Ga his week at Twin bells with the boys, trying to get to kno better, and to get used to having them trust him so easil often held out their hand to him, or smiled or touched hi He was glad they were so much like Jessica, because he hard to be the kind of father that his was not. With neith having good examples, he also wanted to be so for her s wanted badly to be close to his sons as they grew.

The wedding was simple and quick. Jess and Lindy spent with Nikki, who told them that she was willing, like Max, that they did care deeply for each other, that they had a relationship. But she was scared, she admitted, she could

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might start concerning Nicole. He did not doubt that once realized who was the father of Nikki’s child, she’d be too open her mouth in public.

The wedding supper was elaborate, and everyone ate too so unlike the London suppers and formal affairs, and the excellent. Seeing the glances between bride and groom, there was much that each still had to work out, both cou directly after.

Jessica gazed out the coach window, holding her husban felt as if years had passed since they were all in London Those lifetimes had come and gone as they had learned the context that was right good for them. Without all the past hurt, she knew that none of them would be so deter make the rest of their lives, their children’s lives so good

If all had gone smoothly and if they had not seen each o perhaps that love would not be so deep, or so vast, in its each of them. To know the worst of someone and still lov something very real and maturing. It required more than Love, like life, was more complex than she’d first imagine even grateful now that those things had worked out the freedom was much sweeter than anything she had expec

In their bedroom, Max gazed at his wife, who stood by th with her sable hair tumbling down her back, lush body cl satin shift—and nothing else. He had removed all but his shirt. As much as he had promised to let her make the fi least to himself, he was already overwhelmed with need

The entire time she’d been missing, seemed to suddenly as well as the fact that she’d given birth to his son. His fl had grown inside her wonderful body. One he had seen i in his mind too, waking and sleep.

Max stood behind her, staring down at the gardens. He c remember a single thing he had rehearsed in his usual a nor did he feel like if his reputation and wealth would ma moment. He simply felt like a man who had made a terri

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“For once in my life, I cannot promise a woman anything summon up the least bit of arrogance with you.”

Nikki swallowed thickly, able to feel his strength around recalled a bit of advice Jess had given her. “We already k attraction is not dead between us.” Her hands touched h “But I don’t need the arrogant Lord Kilgore in my bed. I who wants to be there, who wants me for who I am. You Max, but a ceremony does not make a wife, any more th husband.”

Max slowly turned her around, holding her by the should melded. He murmured “You are right, I have had the typ of females , and I have used them. I don’t want that with this is not about Guy or having more children. I want you you in and out of bed. I did not simply have sex with you know the difference, and I was not the same afterward.”

Her eyes pooled with tears. “Though you have wed me, y hurt me. I fell in love with you. I didn’t believe that poss I am not at all strong where loving you is concerned.”

“Nor am I.” He kissed her lips softly, leaning inches from tears rolled free. Then, “Oh, Nikki.” His mouth laved awa while his hands cupped her head. He kissed her eyelids, once more. Holding her to him tightly, he whispered husk been so empty without you. Please, love.”

She felt him trembling. Her arms went round him. Her he hard against his.

It was all he needed to sweep her up, and carrying her to bed. Through the long night they lost themselves in the i wanting, that inner need to give and take, to hold onto e Morning broke through the darkness. They lay replete fo legs entwined hands clasped atop the rumpled silken cov

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He captured her bottom lip in his strong white teeth.

Nikki sighed and rolled into him. “Oh, no you don’t. First me. I love a challenge. I am not letting you out of this be repay the favor.”

Max’s dark laugher rumbled in the room as she rolled ato she captured his willing flesh with her body. He spread h most willingly surrendered. Which was his intent—all alon

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Lindy and Jayce were the last to arrive for the summer g the site of the old monastery. In the wagon, along with t of food and cool drinks, were their five sons, who had be about visiting, that they had nearly drove them daft all w to leave.

The children were usually allowed to camp out, particular However Galen and Jess’s twin girls usually did also. The tents and other gear in the wagon two days ahead of tim

Max and Nikki were already there, standing by the long t laden with food, talking to one of the servants, who was smell of roast pork was thick in the air, Lindy saw that N to get her daughter Jessica to help turn the spit. The girl and made a gagging gesture. Lindy laughed.

Jessica was very much the London lady. Unlike Jess and who easily moved with comfort in both the country and L ten year old was a hot house flower with big brown eyes she was so feminine that her father doted on her and ho most of the time.

She had a sunshade over her head and had worn a frilled the casual wear of the others. She would spend her time shade with her beloved pug and poems. The boys would and doubtless end up putting bugs on the blanket, or, lik before, they would simply wait until she was soundly slee scare the wits out of her somehow. Max would scold and contrite, until the next year.

Jayce stopped the wagon. Lindy waved at the three lanky under an oak. Grayson, Griffin and Guy. Those three wer brothers and the more handsome the twelve-year-olds b more trouble they got into. Pranksters, hell for leather sp They were Galen’s pride and Max’s too, but Jess was the disciplinarian.

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Griff had Galen’s prowling walk, Grayson was the lighten swordsman and hardly every pretended to be still or lang usual, neat with every dark curl in place, walked behind expression for once not so serious, because he did so lov with the younger children.

“You look lovely, Auntie.” Griff called her by his pet name

“Thanks.” She looked at him dryly and opened her purse forgot to pay you last time, didn’t I?”

He grinned and winked. “You are a very bad card player. and took the coin she handed him,

Jayce grinned, then happily started lifting his sons out of setting them down. All but the two-year-old ran to the ol was still shy, a bit attached to his mother. “I hope they r energy off.”

He muttered. “There’s Jess.” Jayce pointed to the figure the old towers. Both Jess and Galen looked like they had tumbling in the clover. “ Here lads.” He told the older bo you’ve settled them down to a slow trot, you can bring th

Guy picked up one of the red heads. “Come Josh, let’s go find a nice fat bug for cousin Jess.”

The lad covered his mouth with his hands and giggled as toward the woods.

Lindy chuckled, seeing the beginnings of mischief and he ”Jess!”

Jess ran and embraced her. ”I was going to wait at the h But we can never be patient. Galen and I were out here getting things set up.” She linked their arms then compli on her riding trousers, shirt and riding jacket. They fit sn somehow suited the vibrant woman.

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thought, needing his alone time, had provided most of it played tag. Sometimes the adults got into the game.

Jess told everyone that her sister’s had come to see her. husbands’ men with humor and wit, men who had made and men who got on well with Galen, understanding wha wed to a Vanlare, sharing with him their reasons for choo with the girls so young.

Two of the husbands had not even consummated their m their brides reached eighteen; they were as unique as Ga understanding what freedom meant to the females raised

Intimacy, Jess discovered, was difficult for a long time fo They had indeed learned trust and how to relax and acce through many complications. The women were matronly, in their lives.

Jess saw much of herself in them, and a lot of her mothe found herself thinking of often. They were beautiful, of co took compliments with a grain of salt, holding much mor people they had become inside, where it counted most,

They wrote Jess often, and their children kept in touch. L children; with much more affection than their mother’s h with. Everyone was happy for Jessica, because they knew been half-afraid to contact them. They also knew that Je given their children each a dowry and presented her siste undisclosed sums of money from the sale of some of the jewels.

It should have been theirs, by age and birthright. She ha husband’s into accepting it though, because they each fe to anything that reminded them of the Vanlare’s.

Because of the business of their lives, the distance, they make the gathering, but would meet everyone at Christm gathered at the biggest remaining Vanlare estate.

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But anyone observing them could tell that they were pro parent’s love of each other and the family was close and their birth, which worried Galen to death, he shared with safest methods of birth control he could seek out. He did wear her out with children as her mother had been.

He enjoyed their time together, aside from being parents the knowledge with the other ladies who were glad their were unashamed to talk openly about such things. They dozens of people in the London crowd who were not so fo many men like the his grace and some of the upper crus never let go of their old world ideas and inferior views of general. Their husbands wanted them to be partners; the them enough to discuss such advances with them. To ea intimacy and lovemaking was different than simply procr

Since most holidays were shared with all the friends, it w anything happened in their lives without the other being had been things, miscarriages, illness, and scary momen down times, that all of them had come through in ten ye time at the old towers was always special.

There was no formally here, no jewels and silk or frills. H where Jess and Galen had built a long stone cottage and tents for boys. Everyone ate too much, talked too much, late in the night laughing and whispering, even crying at old memories.

The next morning the men would fish and explore the pr the ladies would laze around, talk about things they coul men around. They would tease the girls and share with t secrets of womanhood still to come. Jess had discovered about all the men they had wed; sometimes they worried the ladies did if they overheard some conversation about pain, or problem vexing them. Their instincts were to rus The ladies had learned to talk about them out of their he

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would approach any of them and talk as comfortable as i parent. Jessica also watched the men, knowing that out o Max tended to watch his wife more. It became apparent that Max was extremely protective of his wife and only d

With Guy he was a typical man. Sometimes his pride was arrogance. But he really worshipped his girl’s and it show all of them knew that the Marquis of Kilgore tolerated ne speculation nor whispers about his family.

He was more arrogant and aloof than before in society, h anyone who treated his wife less than respectfully. Jess r day Nikki realized how much that man loved her, she had tears and told Jess he simply knew how to make her feel beautiful, intelligent, desirable woman on earth.

There was little of his life, both social and business that h include Nikki’s views and opinions in. She understood Ma better now, and she knew the vast responsibility he had of title, wealth, and keeping his family name respected. M always be what he had to be. But with Nikki, he was wha to be.

Nikki kept up the charities she had begun, and when Jea handsome older gent of fiftish, Nikki had promptly prese an unwed mother of three whom had fallen on hard time named Clair Cummings worked out beautifully, and was children in good schools with the money she earned work Jessica.

Jayce Barrette? He was always amusing. Both he and Lin boys were unique. His horse breeding farming was a gre Lindy had taken to that life with gusto and with exciteme the boys were big and blond; two were slim red headed. temperament and humor was something that often had t laughing. That Lindy and Jayce were usually in the middl everything, which only added to the humor.

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The men had waited to see what type of portrait the man would do of Jayce, not doubt hoping to rib him about it la the farmhouse, above the stone mantle, hung a picture o work clothing, sitting out at the barn with a leather string his hair as he squinted down at the leather harness he w It was rustic and Lindy attended a a wonderful host intimate circle of regularly.

rugged, so natural that it personified hi few town functions, but for the most pa in her own little community. She manag friends that she and Jayce entertained q

She started schools and helped at hospitals, and she was in woman’s rights. Often nagging Max to see her side of dragging him to rallies… which he confessed, made him f sacrificial lamb. But happiest, Jess knew, being near her home. Finally she had stopped walking in the shadow of She loved, respected her, but realized that with Jayce, sh perfect, because those imperfect things society looked do cherished.

Jessica’s gaze moved to her sons. Who were standing sil their father listening to something he said intently? The t were always together. Galen was so evolved in their lives attended every sporting event, every fencing match, and them with exams when he was able. He also took them f hunting; no one could make him laugh like the boys coul

With the girls Galen was almost shy , he still could not ge their hero worship and unconditional love of him. That he touch made Jess have to play the heavy most of the time down the law and her brood accepted it.

But she had watched Galen become a father in his own q though he could not always verbalize his love for his child knew they were very sure of his pride and love for them.

They were almost protective of Galen in some ways, ofte overture because they understood his personality and ch loved him all the more for inability to be so strict with th

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they found it easy to follow what few rules he expected o somehow made sense; it made for a good and loving fam sorts of usual up downs.

Her gaze moved to Guy , he’d grown more like Max, only quiet and introspective, he also was not going to be as ta handsome, and his thoughtful gaze gave him an air of al that Jessica knew actually hid a streak of near genius.

He had passed up her twins in study and surpassed his t point that max had him only this year. Before he was off university. Jessica knew Guy would have pressure. Being younger and so much quieter than other young men wou sons seem to know a different side of him.

They assured Jess that he was probably going to be a rak language, which she rolled her eyes at. Twelve seemed t age for slang; all the younger people used it, much to th their parents. But like all the children she knew that Guy know he had people to turn to, people that loved him.

“Tired?” Galen had strolled over, sitting down beside Jess

“Not at all.” She smiled looking at his hair, which was alm now. The color made his eyes and skin seem darker, his more distinguished with maturity and age. “I always get You know that.”

He smiled and took her hand, resting it on his thigh. “I lo have I told you that today?” “Yes, but I like hearing it.”

He rubbed her hand slowly gazing in her eyes; they were beautiful. She was a handsome woman, her tiny laugh lin that merely made her more interesting, more wholesome was not a beauty to the world, but to him… she was capt

Though he knew Jessica to be firm where her children we she was also unbelievably kind and generous. She was a

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was as busy as ever with a thousand different things. In tried to be evolved with the children, to always make tim lover in the way that pleased her most.

“It was out here, by these bells.” He told her looking aro that I realized all the ghosts of my past was gone. We’d big scare with all four children sick, doctors everywhere. I can remember,“

“I was preoccupied , but I do recall you disappeared for a was used to his silent wanderings, knowing when he nee handle things his own way.

“I came here. I was... praying, talking to God. The night their temperatures had soared, and that blasted nurse ke about brain fever.”

He shook his head. “It scared me so badly. I wanted to j do something, like you were doing. You were amazing. E you just bathed bodies, and held pans and soothed brow worried. I felt so helpless. I kept thinking about the day Thinking maybe my past sins…my past, was going to ext retribution through my children. In any event, I came ou must have fallen asleep, because I dreamed of Griff, the him to town, seeing and feeling it clear as day. But the b me.”

She frowned, feeling the hair on her arms stand up. “The they’ve never rang, Galen, even the pulls are gone.”

“I know. But they rang that morning. I thought I heard G me the children was going to be okay.”

Jessica had tears on her cheeks. “They were, they recove all of the sudden.”

Galen told her. “I never think of the time in Paris, or of m now. When I think of Griff, it’s always of his wit. I feel hi sometimes. There have been times with the boys that I t watching over them. But the ghosts are all gone now. Th over.” 284

breathed life back into it. My heart beats… only because feel alive.”

In seconds they were kissing quite passionately, floating onto the quilt , when their four children happed to notice “They just did it earlier today.” Grayson rolled his eyes.

“What difference does that make?” Griff punched his arm walked off. “We stopped trying to count when were five r

The girls looked at each other, a bit red-faced. “Papa is s her.” Lindy murmured.

“It’s so hard to believe sometimes because he’s so quiet. agreed before they turned away. “But it’s like seeing two people when they are together. I mean, even Mum goes mushy she’s always in charge.”

“Girls?” Nikki came up to them steering them toward the where fruit and cakes were ready. “Think we should fetch our parents?” Lindy said dryly,

Nikki looked over at the couple then caught Jayce’s eye, was laughing shaking his head. “No. I’m sure they will no all gone to the cottage eventually.”

Lindy took a last look then saw her father roll atop her m wouldn’t bet on it.” She started and laughing as she tugg along to the cottage. Nikki waited then walked with Jayce.

“Life always seems better after I have been here.” Jayce taking her arm, helping her over a small ditch.

“Mine too.” She murmured, “Something about Galen and reminds me that we are all where we should be, with the should be with, because they became a part of each othe

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time. I wouldn’t believe it of just anyone, but of those tw absolutely.”

He gazed over Lindy, at her smiling face and felt again th in his chest, he would never get used to the way she love Ten years was like a day and as much as she could vex h last nerve. And yes, even shock him sometimes. He coul the kids were down for the night and he had her to hims than he opened his eyes in the morning and wondered w bring into his life that day.

The cottage doors closed on the happy crowd, the sun sa couple who was lost in each other’s arms, and carried aw thought, to the place where their love seemed to thrive a hand was buried in her hair, and his name upon her lips.

Wildly they loved amid the ancient shadow of the twin be sweet smell of clover tinged the air. And the sigh of their carried up amid the heavens, its aching sweetness puttin the faces of those who had guarded their dreams, their h their unspoken wishes of timeless love. Because of his pa he offered himself and she gave herself, they breathed li other. His physical loving was far more than words, it wa Galen expressed his great love for her, his infinite convic life belonged to her alone. For Jessica it was the same fir mind, body and soul, the only man who could have ever give her everything she had been longing for so many co for each other had set them free.

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