Arms of a Stranger (28 page)
“And despite all you’ve done for me already, I have to ask you for one more favor.”
“What, Reggie? Do you want a drink? Are you hungry?”
“No, my dear. I’m not hungry, I’m in love. With you, of all people.”
“Reggie!”
“And the favor I’m asking is this … Will you do me the honor of making me husband number four?”
“You’re still delirious!”
“No, I’ve never been more lucid in my life.”
“Reggie!”
Reggie now seemed in grave danger of being mauled. Mauling and being mauled was something he looked forward to once he got his strength back, and once he was properly bathed and scented. But not now. He held up his hands, and with a loving look warned his bride-to-be, “Not without my bath first, Katherine. Please send for James.”
With much enthusiasm, Katherine left the room to look for James. The sooner Reggie bathed, the sooner she could kiss that dear old face of his.
A
nne sat in the tiny cabin on the top deck of the
River Belle
waiting for her husband. It was the best cabin on the boat, according to the captain. But even for the best, it was small and the furnishings simple. They were traveling economically, saving their money to build a house and start a logging business in Hamilton, a booming little town in southeast Ontario.
Anne loved the cabin because it was where she and Lucien would begin their honeymoon. At the last stop, Lucien had had the room filled with flowers picked from the local Tunica Hills: wild azalea, Indian pipe, cinnamon fern, and sunflowers. Anne was touched and thrilled by this romantic gesture and couldn’t wait to show her husband just how much she loved him.
As she brushed her hair, she remembered the wedding. Or, she should say, the double wedding. Katherine and Reggie had tied the nuptial knot, too. It had been a simple affair in Aunt Katherine’s drawing room, attended by a select few.
Lucien’s mother and sisters had come to the wedding, but his father and Etienne had chosen not to attend. This had not surprised Lucien, and he had refused to let it spoil his happiness. He had said fond farewells to his mother and sisters, philosophically resigned to the fact that he might never see them again.
Their special day was not marred by concern over Jeffrey, either. He had taken Lucien’s threats seriously and left town the day after Bodine’s arrest.
Katherine’s house had been sold practically overnight to a rich American who had coveted the elegant mansion for years. He bought everything Katherine would sell, including most of the furniture and artwork. Many of the servants stayed on, too. The things Katherine took with her were the treasures she’d collected in her travels, family paintings, and mementoes of her three previous marriages.
Somehow in the shuffle, she’d left her cane behind. When Reggie had commented on this, she’d simply said, “Oh, I don’t need it. I never did, you know.”
Katherine and Reggie planned to open a school in Hamilton. Lucien intended to hire for his logging establishment many former slaves who had escaped to Canada, and Katherine knew a school in the area would be needed to educate their children. It would be open to the French, the Indians, the blacks, and whoever else showed up.
Armande was going to be the first physician in the primitive area, and Christian, recovering from the opium addiction and glad for a fresh start and the forgiveness of his friends, was going to assist him.
Having brushed her hair to glossy softness, Anne changed into the nightgown Aunt Katherine had given her as a wedding present. The nightgown was beautiful, made of white silk with puffed sleeves and a low decolletage. In fact, it was very similar to the angel costume she’d worn to the Bouviers’ masquerade ball. As giddy as a schoolgirl, she arranged herself in an alluring pose on the bed and waited for Lucien.
When he returned, he had in one large, beautiful hand a bottle of wine and two goblets, and in the other hand a half-dozen candles. His eyes lighted up when he saw her. “My naughty angel,” he said with satisfaction.
She eyed him complacently. Lucien Delacroix was a presence to be reckoned with. He was very handsome, very masculine in a finely tailored black suit, with an ivory brocade vest and white shirt. “My dashing outlaw,” she replied.
“Not anymore, Anne,” he said wryly, setting down the bottle and goblets, then filling a candelabra with the half-dozen candles. “Just plain Lucien.”
“Just plain Lucien,” she repeated, smiling. “What a contrast in terms. There’s nothing plain about you, my dear husband.”
He laughed, took off his neckcloth, then undid the first several buttons of his shirt, right down to the vee of his vest. Anne itched to thread her fingers through the dark swirls of hair that peeked from the open shirt. “I saw your aunt and uncle.”
“Were they quarreling?”
“No. They were headed for their cabin.” He waggled a brow. “The expressions on their faces suggested they were about to do some serious honeymooning.”
“I’m so glad,” said Anne. “I wish everyone as much happiness as we have, Lucien.”
He began lighting the candles, making the room as bright as day. “That’s a hard order to fill, Anne.”
He turned to her, his dark, sultry eyes reflecting her own desire, then shrugged out of his jacket and unbuttoned his vest. Anne watched with avid interest. “Are you sure you won’t miss the outlaw, Anne?” he taunted her.
She held out her arms and he came, sitting on the bed and pulling her against his chest. They kissed, the flame of passion flaring between them just as hotly as it always did. As their lips separated for an instant, she said breathlessly, “I won’t miss him, but I was wondering, Lucien…”
“What were you wondering?”
She dropped her eyes, a sly smile curving her lips, a brazen finger tracing a line down his bare chest. “Sometimes when we’re making love…”
“Yes?”
“And we’ve got nothing on but our smiles…”
He chuckled. “Yes?”
Her eyes lifted to his, playful sensuality reflected in their blue depths. “Could you … wear the mask?”
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Out on a daring rescue mission, Amanda Darlington feels duty-bound to care for an unconscious gentleman after he stumbles drunkenly into the path of her carriage. Aware of the dangers in nursing a potential scoundrel back to health, she nevertheless takes a chance on the handsome stranger—especially when he awakens with no memory.
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When Julian agreed to tame the rebellious Samantha in order to find her a suitable husband, he hadn’t anticipated that Samantha already had eyes for only one man—Julian himself. Now Samantha, determined to make Julian her own, is stirring up a frenzy in his elitist world—and his impenetrable heart.
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