Authors: Lorraine Heath
“W
ill you please stop glaring?” Louisa demanded. “You will frighten away any other would-be dance partners with your fiercesome stare.”
Hawk looked down on her, and Louisa fought not to cower under his harsh demeanor. He’d approached her as soon as he’d finished dancing with Caroline, right before the second dance—the first waltz of the evening—began and insisted she put aside her hostess duties and honor him with a dance.
And she had been honored, thinking he truly wanted to dance with her. Now, she realized she was an expedient partner and gave him an excuse to stay near Caroline’s side as Jeremy Rose swept her over the dance floor. Hawk’s steps were
dictated not so much by the music as by Jeremy’s ability to direct Caroline around the room.
“I don’t trust him,” he said.
“Why ever not?”
“You cannot deny he served as your champion.”
“Much more so than my brother, I will admit, but in my eyes his actions make him admirable and increase his trustworthiness.”
“For you, yes, but if he wishes to take revenge against me, there would be no better way than to hurt Caroline.”
“You can’t possibly think his nature is to wound an innocent woman.”
He shook his head, and she could see the worry etched so clearly in his face. Would that he would give one ounce of that worry toward her. “He will not hurt her,” she assured him.
“But still she will be hurt, when he returns her to Mother’s side, and no other gentleman asks her to dance.”
“When he returns her to your mother’s side, I daresay Caroline’s dance card will fill up very quickly.”
“It will not happen.”
“Would you care to make a wager?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What would we wager?”
“An hour of pleasure given to the winner, an hour of pleasure denied to the loser.”
“That is a rather bold proposal. Are you in a position to make good on that wager?”
She knew what he was asking. Her courses had ended a few days ago, but she’d not said anything, because it was imperative to her plan nothing happen that might cause her to get pregnant. Yet she wanted one more night in his arms, one more night of passion, and he’d taught her ways to have pleasure without the peril of pregnancy.
“I am,” she said quietly.
“So if Caroline’s dance card does not fill, you will pleasure me and take none for yourself?”
She nodded, her stomach quivering.
He smiled confidently, the conqueror certain of conquering. “I accept the terms of the wager.”
“You’ll pleasure me as I ask and take none for yourself?” she repeated.
“Should I lose, which, unfortunately, I shall not.”
“Oh, you shall lose, without a doubt. If you will recall, I’m the one who determined the guest list.”
He cocked his head to the side as though thinking. “And what clever plan did you put into place?”
“Look around, Your Grace. You will see several mothers talking to their sons. Those mothers have daughters who are in attendance. Or you will see sisters speaking to their brothers, and I daresay those brothers care for their sisters’ happiness as much as you care for yours. The daughters and sisters have one thing in common: They want no competition for Jeremy Rose. They cannot insist
he ask them to dance, but they can encourage their sons and brothers to keep the lady who so quickly gained his attention otherwise occupied, so he might not have another opportunity to dance with her.”
“You believe a man in line for a dukedom or an earldom will give attention to a lady who doesn’t have a proper lineage?”
“I seriously doubt they will ask for her hand in marriage, but they will ask her to dance. Otherwise, they’ll hear an earful on the way home, and it is, after all, a two-hour journey back to London.”
She saw appreciation light his eyes, and for the first time since she’d suggested they have a ball, she saw the worry lift.
“You little minx.”
Then he laughed joyously loud, and she felt her own jaw begin to ache with the strain of her smile. His laughter died, and he was no longer watching Jeremy’s every step. He was watching her.
“You are diabolically clever,” he said quietly, “manipulating our guests with such ease.”
She feared he was going to reference her manipulation of him in the library, and she didn’t want the conversation to turn to the night that had ruined both their dreams.
“I have known your sister but a short time, but I have come to care for her deeply, and I did not wish her first ball to be as disappointing for her as mine was for me.”
“Your first ball was disappointing?”
She nodded. “I didn’t have near the attention I had hoped.”
“Does any woman?”
“Hopefully tonight Caroline shall.”
“Are you certain everything is all right with Kate?” Louisa asked Jenny as they strolled through the garden. Upon her arrival, Jenny had instructed Louisa to keep her sixth dance free so they could take a turn about the garden and catch up on the latest news. It did not escape her notice that Jenny chose the very dance number that had led to Louisa’s ruin.
Keeping a dance open was much more of a challenge for Jenny than for her. And more of a challenge for Caroline. Louisa could not have been more pleased to see Hawk’s sister dancing every dance, radiant and happy. Even Hawk’s mother had taken a turn about the dance floor with the Duke of Whitson.
“Kate is becoming more and more withdrawn of late. I don’t understand her. Pass up an evening of dancing in order to read a book? It’s not as though the book wouldn’t be there once she returned home.”
“She doesn’t seem to embrace any of this as enthusiastically as you.”
“She never has.”
They walked in silence for several moments, before Jenny said, “Do you ever hear from your brother?”
“No, no, and at present I have no desire to. Perhaps in time I will forgive him, but for now the wounds are still too raw.”
“I refuse to see him as well,” Jenny said.
“Has he tried to call on you?” Louisa asked, surprised by his audacity.
Jenny stepped off the walk and brought Louisa into the shadows with her. “I had been meeting him in secret.”
Louisa stared at her. “When was this?”
“During several of our outings…when you trusted I was going to straighten my hair.”
“I can’t believe you deceived me like that.”
“I know. I feel absolutely awful about it. I enjoyed slipping away and being naughty. And he delivered passion so expertly. I miss it sometimes. But I feel in betraying you, he betrayed my confidence.”
Louisa studied her in the shadows. “Your mother told you about our arrangement?”
“Yes, she did, and I’m all for it.”
“Because you’re feeling guilty?”
“Because it’s what I want.” She squeezed Louisa’s hand. “Just be sure it’s what you want.”
“I have no doubts.”
“You haven’t told Hawkhurst, have you?”
“No, I planned to tell him tomorrow. He has enough to worry about this evening.”
Besides, she feared he might not take the news well, and she wanted one last night, before she told him everything.
Louisa and Jenny were on their way back to
the manor when Louisa caught sight of the man standing outside a distant window, gazing into the ballroom. The pale light from the gaslit chandeliers and flickering candles she’d set on various tables around the room washed over him for only a second as he neared the window, then stepped back as though fearful of being discovered.
“I believe I’m going to take another turn about the garden,” she said, as they neared the terrace.
“But the next dance will begin soon,” Jenny said.
“My dance card is blank.”
“Your husband might wish to dance with you.”
He hadn’t indicated he favored another dance, but she supposed there was always hope for it. “I won’t be but a few more moments. Go on, now. I know your dance card isn’t blank.”
She waited until Jenny disappeared inside before cautiously making her way across the lawn, making certain none of the others out strolling took notice of her. Invisible, always invisible.
Even the man gazing into the ballroom didn’t notice her, but she could see his face clearly now that she was closer. He’d not moved completely beyond the light, and she experienced such an ache in her heart watching him.
“Hello, Denby,” she said softly.
He jerked back and spun around, guiltily, the look of a man caught pilfering the silver.
“Your Grace, I apologize for my spying. I simply
wanted to look at my flowers, ensure they did the dowager duchess proud.”
She moved closer to the window, peered through pane. “I suspect two blossoms in particular caught your fancy.”
“I assure you I give equal care to all my flowers.”
She turned from the window. “If I may be so bold, Denby, I am well acquainted with the look in a father’s eyes when he is watching his daughter with love.”
“I assure you I have no idea what you’re talking about. If I look upon Miss Caroline as though she were my daughter, it is only because of my long-standing association with this family.”
“Of course, forgive me. I was presumptuous to think otherwise. Still, I do think Miss Caroline looks beautiful tonight.”
“Yes, she does,” he said quietly.
“And the duchess as well.”
“She has always looked beautiful to me.”
He took a step farther back into the shadows. “I would appreciate it if you would keep my rudeness at staring through the window between us. As I said, it was only my flowers I wished to check on.”
“I shan’t tell a soul.” Reaching out, she squeezed his arm. “Enjoy the music, Denby, and the beauty of your flowers.”
She left him there, not turning back to see if he did indeed leave or if he inched closer to the
window to watch for a fleeting moment what he could only observe but never join.
She’d almost reached the terrace doorway when Jeremy stepped outside. “Avoiding me?”
She smiled at him. “Of course not. As hostess, I’ve been rather busy.”
“You found time for my sister.”
“Now I shall find time for you. Shall we go inside and dance?”
“I don’t think I could survive another blistering glare from your husband. Let’s take a turn about the garden.”
She thought it silly suddenly to be nervous. What would Hawk think if he should spy them walking together? She could convince him it was harmless. She was certain of it.
She and Jeremy walked along the lighted path.
“You haven’t told him of your plans, have you?” he asked.
“No.”
“My mother is quite good at bullying people into doing her bidding. Are you certain this is what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Has he been unkind to you then?”
“He has not treated me poorly, but I know he regrets it was me who walked into the library and not Jenny.”
“And you? Do you regret that it was you who walked into the library?”
Rather than answer his question with a lie in
order to appease him, she said, “You don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to.”
“Too late. My mother has already bullied me into it. Marrying the daughter of an earl will make me the envy of New York, don’t you know.”
“And it will make your mother very happy.”
“Indeed. And I do want her to be happy.” They walked on in silence for several moments.
“She’s dying,” he said quietly.
Louisa touched his arm, stopping him. “Who?”
“Mother. Jenny and Kate don’t know, but it’s the reason she’s so desperate to see them married.”
“And you as well.”
“Me as well.”
“How long does she have?”
He shook his head. “A year or so. I only told you because I don’t want you to judge her harshly. Her intentions are good—”
“But she could be paving roads to hell.”
“Let’s hope not, shall we.”
She shook her head. Hell would be staying with Hawkhurst always knowing she was with him by default. Hawkhurst had not wanted her, but he’d settled for her out of obligation. If she’d learned one thing about him while being married to him, it was that he took his obligations seriously.
“I’m truly sorry about your mother,” she said quietly.
“Thank you. Now, enough melancholy. I have decided to risk waltzing with you.”
She laughed. He was kind and sweet. She would be happy with him.
Once she got over the heartbreak of leaving Hawkhurst.
“Oh, Hawk!” Caroline cried, rushing up to him the moment he and Louisa walked into the library after seeing the last of their guests’ carriages rolling off into the night. She wound her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you! Thank you for giving me the most wonderful night of my life!”
Holding her close, he looked past her to his wife, who stood nearby, a soft smile on her face. “I believe it is Louisa who deserves all the credit.”
Caroline released her hold on him, spun around to face Louisa, and hugged her as well. “Thank you.”
“I took great delight in arranging everything.”
“If I never attend another ball, I shall be forever content.”
“I suspect you will be attending a good many other balls.”
“I can’t believe how well it went,” his mother said, moving away from the fireplace.
“I noticed you dancing with Whitson,” Hawk said, as he walked to the table and poured claret into four glasses.
“Yes, I’d forgotten what a charmer he is,” his mother said.
And Hawk wondered if the man’s charms would be enough to entice his mother into returning to London. He handed a glass to each of the ladies and lifted his. “I would like to make a
toast. To Caroline and her successful introduction into Society, and to my lovely wife, who made it all come about so splendidly.”
He took pleasure in watching Louisa blush as she sipped on her wine.
As far as balls went, theirs had been relatively small, with only fifty couples, but Louisa had kept true to her word, being extremely select in whom she invited. Those in attendance weren’t easily scandalized, because most had experienced scandals in their own family. Except for the Roses, but then they weren’t British, and that by default made them scandalous. He had a very clever wife: introduce his sister into Society by first presenting her to those who could not cast stones.