Deception (10 page)

“I knew that you would feel like this,” she breathed in awed wonder. “So warm. So strong. So powerful.”

“Olympia … My siren … ”

Jared’s hand tightened around her upper thigh just above her garter. He kissed the valley between her breasts.

A short, thin cry of fear and anguish pierced the shimmering cloud of passion that enveloped Olympia. She froze as if she had been dropped into a cold stream.

Jared’s head came up swiftly. “What in God’s name was that?”

“It’s Hugh.” Olympia struggled to sit up. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to refasten her gown. “I told you that he still occasionally suffers from bad dreams. I must go to him at once.”

Jared got slowly to his feet. He stared down at her as she tried to set her gown to rights. “Allow me.”

Grateful for the help, Olympia whirled about and stood impatiently as he adjusted the bodice of her muslin dress. “Please hurry. He gets so frightened.”

“’Tis done.” Jared stepped back.

Olympia rushed toward the door, flung it open, and hurried across the hall to the staircase. She was aware that Jared was following her. When she glanced over her shoulder she saw that he was methodically refastening his shirt and stuffing it back into the waistband of his trousers.

When she reached the landing she ran down the hall toward Hugh’s bedchamber. The door on the left opened as she went past. Robert appeared in his nightshirt.

“Aunt Olympia?” Robert rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I thought I heard Hugh.”

“You did,” Olympia paused briefly to touch his shoulder. “Another nightmare, no doubt. Go back to bed, Robert. I’ll tend to him.”

Robert nodded and started to close the door. He stopped when he caught sight of Jared. “Mr. Chillhurst. What are you doing here, sir?”

“I was with your aunt when she heard Hugh cry out.”

“Oh. Hugh gets scared, you know.”

“Why?” Jared asked.

Robert shrugged. “He’s afraid we’ll be sent off any day to the next relation who will not want us. Ethan’s just as frightened. I have told them that they must be
brave about it, but they’re still quite young, you see. It’s hard for them to understand.”

“No one is going to be packed off, Robert,” Olympia said firmly. “I have told you that.”

“Yes, Aunt Olympia,” Robert said with a rare, ominous politeness.

Olympia sighed. She knew Robert did not entirely believe her yet, even though she had been reassuring him for the past six months. But there was no time to go over it all again tonight. She had Hugh to deal with first.

She went down the hall to Hugh’s bedchamber. The boy’s muffled sobs were audible through the door.

Olympia opened the door softly and walked into the shadowed room. In the pale moonlight that came through the window she could see the pathetic, huddled shape beneath the quilt.

“Hugh? Hugh, it’s Aunt Olympia.” She went over to the bed and sat down beside the little quivering mound. She pulled back the covers and put her hand on Hugh’s shaking shoulders. “It’s all right, my dear. Everything is all right. I’m here.”

“Aunt Olympia.”
Hugh sat up slowly and stared at her with wide, terrified eyes. Then he threw himself against her, sobbing. “I had the dream again.”

“I know, dear. But that’s all it was, just a dream.” Olympia hugged him close and rocked him gently. “You’re safe here with me. No one’s going to send you away. This is your home now.”

There was a soft scratching sound in the darkness. Light flared as Jared lit a candle. Hugh raised his head quickly from Olympia’s shoulder.

“Mr. Chillhurst.” Hugh blinked and ducked his head, clearly embarrassed to be caught with the evidence of tears on his face. “I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I was downstairs in the library when you had your dream,” Jared said calmly. “Feeling better now?”

“Yes, sir.” Hugh wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “Ethan says I’m nothing but a bloody watering pot.”

“Is that right?” Jared’s brow rose. “I seem to recall Ethan watering a few daisies himself yesterday when he fell out of that tree.”

Hugh brightened. “Yes, he did, didn’t he?”

Olympia looked at Jared. “No one told me that Ethan fell out of a tree.”

“There was no great harm done,” Jared said easily. “A scraped knee was the extent of the damage.”

“Mr. Chillhurst said there was no need to tell you about it,” Hugh explained. “He said females are easily overset by the sight of blood.”

“Did he, indeed?” Olympia shot Jared a reproving look. “Well, that only goes to show how much Mr. Chillhurst knows about females.”

Jared’s smile was dangerously amused. “Are you implying that my knowledge of the female of the species is deficient in some ways, Miss Wingfield?”

“That is precisely my implication, Mr. Chillhurst.”

“Then perhaps I should endeavor to study the subject more closely. I am, after all, committed to the loftiest ideals of education and instruction. I will need a serviceable specimen for my studies, of course. Would you care to volunteer?”

Olympia was thrown into a strange confusion. She knew he was teasing her but she did not know what the teasing signified. Did he think less of her now that she had lain half-naked in his arms, she wondered.

Aunt Sophy and Aunt Ida had warned her that many men secretly disapproved of free-thinking women of the world even though those same men were quite content to become intimate with such females.

For a heart-stopping moment Olympia wondered if she had sadly misjudged Jared. Perhaps he was not the man she had believed him to be. Perhaps he was no different than Reginald Draycott or any of the other men of Upper Tudway. She felt herself turn hot and then cold and was grateful that only one candle illuminated the bedchamber.

“Are you all right, Aunt Olympia?” Hugh asked with a frown of concern.

Flustered, Olympia turned her attention back to him. “Of course. What about you?”

“Yes.” He wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve. “I’m sorry I alarmed you.”

“Everyone has nightmares now and again, Hugh,” Jared said.

Hugh blinked. “Even you?”

“Even me.”

“What kind of nightmares do you have?” Hugh demanded with keen interest.

Jared watched Olympia’s averted profile. “I have one particular dream that has come back often during my life. In it I am on an uncharted island. I can see the distant sails of a ship in the harbor.”

“What happens to you in the dream?” Hugh asked, wide-eyed.

“I know that the ship is about to sail and I know that I must be on it or I shall be left behind. But I cannot get to the ship. I keep looking at my watch but I know that no matter what I do, I will not be able to reach the vessel on my own. If someone does not rescue me, I will be left alone on my island.”

Olympia looked up quickly. “I have had dreams like that,” she whispered. “One knows one will be alone forever and one can hardly bear the knowledge.”

“Yes. Very unpleasant.” Jared stared down at her.
For an unguarded instant a remote loneliness as well as a deep, raging hunger gleamed in his shadowed gaze.

Olympia knew in that moment that she had not misjudged him after all. She and Jared shared a bond that could not yet be translated into words. She wondered if he understood that as clearly as she did.

“But it is only a dream, Aunt Olympia,” Hugh assured her.

Olympia shook off the enthrallment that had descended on her and smiled at Hugh. “Quite right. Mere dreams. Now then, I believe that is quite enough discussion on the subject.” She rose from the bed. “If you are certain that you will be able to go back to sleep, Hugh, we shall take our leave.”

“I shall be fine, Aunt Olympia.” Hugh snuggled down beneath the covers.

“Very well, then.” Olympia bent down to kiss his forehead. Hugh grimaced as he always did, but he did not turn away. “We shall see you at breakfast.”

Hugh waited until Olympia had put out the candle and started toward the door. “Aunt Olympia?”

“Yes, dear?” She turned to look at him.

“Robert says Ethan and I must be brave because you will likely grow tired of us eventually and decide to send us off to our relatives in Yorkshire. I was wondering how long you think it will be before you do grow tired of having us about the place.”

Olympia’s throat tightened. “I shall never grow tired of having you about the place. Indeed, I do not know how I got along before you came here to live with me.”

“Is that true?” Hugh demanded eagerly.

“Oh, yes, Hugh,” Olympia said with grave honesty. “It’s true. Life was extremely dull around here before you and your brothers arrived. I can think of nothing that would dampen my spirits more than to have you three leave.”

“Are you certain?” Hugh asked anxiously.

“I vow, if you and Ethan and Robert were to go away, I would quickly turn into a very odd bluestocking who would have to be content to find all her excitement in her books.”

“That’s not true,” Hugh said with startling vehemence. “You are not odd. Charles Bristow said you were and I hit him because it’s not true. It’s
not
. You are very nice, Aunt Olympia.”

Olympia was shocked. “Is that why you got into a fight with Charles Bristow? Because he said I was odd?”

Hugh’s suddenly abashed glance slid to Jared. “I did not mean to tell you. Mr. Chillhurst said I was right not to discuss it with you when it happened.”

“Quite right,” Jared said. “A gentleman who engages in a duel to defend a lady’s honor does not discuss the fight with her either before or after the occasion.”

“Good grief.” Olympia was outraged. “I will not tolerate anyone getting into a fight on my behalf. Is that quite clear?”

Hugh sighed. “It does not matter. I lost. But Mr. Chillhurst says he will teach me some tricks that will help me do a better job of it next time.”

Olympia glared at Jared. “Did he, indeed?”

“Do not concern yourself, Miss Wingfield,” Jared said.

“You keep saying that, but I am beginning to wonder if I had not better pay much closer attention to the lessons you are teaching to my nephews.”

Jared arched a brow. “Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this alone, Miss Wingfield. Good night, Hugh.”

“Good night, sir.”

Olympia stepped stiffly out into the hall. Jared followed and quietly closed the door of the bedchamber.

“Really, Mr. Chillhurst,” Olympia said in a low
voice, “I cannot allow you to encourage my nephews to get into brawls.”

“I have no intention of doing any such thing. You must trust me, Miss Wingfield. It is my unshakable conviction that an intelligent man seeks nonviolent remedies for resolving confrontations whenever possible.”

She peered at him. “Are you certain of that?”

“Quite certain. But the world is sometimes a less than peaceful place and a man must be able to defend himself.”

“Hmm.”

“And a woman’s honor,” Jared concluded gently.

“That is an old-fashioned notion of which I do not approve,” Olympia said grimly. “Aunt Sophy and Aunt Ida taught me that a woman must take care of her own honor.”

“Nevertheless, I hope you will continue to place your faith in my instructional methods.” Jared caught hold of her hand and drew her to a halt. “And in me.”

She studied his face in the light of the mirrored sconce. Her anger faded. “I do trust you, Mr. Chillhurst.”

Jared’s mouth curved slightly. “Excellent. Then I shall bid you good night, Miss Wingfield.” He bent his head and kissed her, very hard, full on her mouth.

Before Olympia could even begin to respond to the kiss, it was over. Jared let her go. He went down the stairs without another word and let himself out the front door.

Olympia moved down the stairs slowly. She tried to identify the array of emotions that swirled about inside her but it was a wasted effort. There was too much that was new and strange and wondrous. It was dazzling and disquieting and, perhaps, a little dangerous.

She felt as though she had walked into the heart of a legend that had been written just for her.

With a dreamy, thoughtful smile, she slid the front door’s big iron bolt home. Then she went into the library and picked up the Lightbourne diary. She stood in the center of the room for a few minutes savoring the memory of Jared’s embrace. It was entirely appropriate that he had kissed her for the first time here in this very special place.

Olympia remembered her first glimpse of the library. It had been on that dark, rainy day when she had been left with Aunt Sophy and Aunt Ida. She had been cold and terrified and desperately determined not to reveal her fears as she was deposited on the doorstep of yet another anonymous relative.

The two years of being shuffled from one branch of the family to the other had left their marks. At the age of ten, Olympia had been too thin, too quiet, overly anxious, and prone to nightmares.

Some of the nightmares had taken human guise. There had been Uncle Dunstan, for example, who had watched her with a strange, glittering look in his eyes. One day he had followed her into a room and closed the door. He had started talking to her, telling her how pretty she was and then he had reached for her with his great, sweaty hands.

Olympia had screamed. Uncle Dunstan had released her at once and pleaded with her to stop screaming, but Olympia could not stop. She had screamed until Aunt Lilian had opened the door. Aunt Lilian had taken in the situation in a glance. She had said nothing, but the next morning, Olympia had found herself on her way to the next relative on the list.

And then there had been her cousin Elmer, a malicious boy three years older than Olympia. He had taken great delight in terrifying Olympia at every opportunity. He had leaped, screaming, out of dark nooks in the hall whenever she went past. He had set fire to the only doll she
owned. He had threatened to lock her in the cellar. Within weeks Olympia had become fearful of every small movement. She had started at every shadow. The doctor had diagnosed her as having a nervous disease and she had promptly been dispatched to yet another relative.

The next relative in line had been Aunt Sophy. She and Aunt Ida had taken Olympia into the library that first day. They had given her hot chocolate and told her that she had a permanent home. Olympia had not believed them at first, of course, but she had tried to be polite about
it
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