I
t seemed anything and everything was conspiring against Roslynn to keep her from having a private word with Anthony, including herself. She had fallen blissfully asleep after they had made love the other night, and then the next morning Anthony had awakened her simply to tell her that George had left and she could have her room back. Just like that, as if the night had never been. And when she had been about to detain him, her stomach had erupted and she had made it to her room only in the nick of time.
Then there had been the wedding and the luncheon afterward that had taken most of the afternoon. But Anthony hadn’t come home with her. He had gone off directly to spend this last evening with his brother, and Roslynn spent a tortuous night wondering what they were up to, because neither of them came home until the small hours of the morning.
And this morning she had been hurried out of bed for the ride to the docks to see the
Maiden Anne
off, with the whole family showing up for the occasion. She stood off to the side now with Jeremy while James’ brothers each embraced him and bade him a fair voyage. She had kissed him good-bye herself, a brief peck, what with Anthony’s close attention, which James couldn’t resist commenting on.
“I suppose you’ll miss him terribly, Jeremy?”
The boy grinned at her. “Hell’s bells, he won’t be gone
that
long. And I doubt I’ll have time to miss him. He’s laid the law down, don’t you know. I’m to
bury myself in studies, and get me no bast—ah, that is, I’m to stay out of trouble, mind Uncle Tony, and yourself, of course, and do him proud.”
“I’m sure you’ll be up to it.” Roslynn tried to smile, but the smells of the wharf were doing her in. She had to get to the carriage before she disgraced herself. “I believe it’s your turn to tell your father good-bye, laddie.”
Jeremy was crushed not only by James but by Conrad as well, and had to listen to another long list of dos and don’t from the first mate. But he was saved by the tide. It wouldn’t wait, and both men were forced to board.
James could blame Anthony for the hangover that nearly made him forget. He called Jeremy up the gangplank and handed him a note. “See your aunt Roslynn gets this, but not when Tony’s around.”
Jeremy pocketed the note. “It’s not a love letter, is it?”
“A love letter?” James snorted. “Get out of here, puppy. And see you—”
“I know, I know.” Jeremy threw up his hands, laughing. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t.”
He ran back down the gangplank before James could take him to task for his impudence. But he was smiling as he turned away, and came face-to-face with Conrad.
“What was that about?”
James shrugged, realizing Connie had seen him pass the note. “I decided to lend a hand after all. At the rate Tony’s going, he’d be floundering forever.”
“I thought you weren’t going to interfere,” Connie reminded him.
“Well, he is my brother, isn’t he? Though why I bother after the dirty trick he played on me last night,
I don’t know.” At Connie’s raised brow, he grinned, despite the slow throb in his head. “Made sure I’d be feeling miserable today to cast off, the bloody sod.”
“But you went along with it, naturally?”
“Naturally. Couldn’t have the lad drinking me under the table, now, could I? But you’ll have to see us off, Connie. I’m afraid I’m done for. Report to me in my cabin after we’re under way.”
An hour later, Connie poured a measure of rye from the well-stocked cabinet in the captain’s cabin and joined James at his desk. “You’re not going to worry about the boy, are you?”
“That rascal?” James shook his head, wincing slightly when his headache returned, and took another sip of the tonic Connie had had sent from the galley. “Tony will see he doesn’t get into any serious scrapes. If anyone will worry, it’s you. You should have had one of your own, Connie.”
“I probably do. I just haven’t found him yet like you did the lad. You’ve probably more yourself that you don’t know about.”
“Good God, one’s enough,” James replied in mock horror, gaining a chuckle from his friend. “Now what have you to report? How many of the old crew were available?”
“Eighteen. And there was no problem filling the ranks, except for the bos’n, as I told you before.”
“So we’re sailing without one? That’ll put a heavy load on yourself, Connie.”
“Aye, if I hadn’t found a man yesterday, or rather, if he hadn’t volunteered. Wanted to sign on as passengers, him and his brother. When I told him the
Maiden Anne
don’t carry passengers, he offered to work his way across. A more persistent Scot I’ve never seen.”
“Another Scot? As if I ain’t had enough to do with them lately. I’m bloody well glad your own Scot’s ancestors are so far back you don’t remember them, Connie. Between hunting down Lady Roslynn’s cousin and running into that little vixen and her companion—”
“I thought you’d forgotten about that.”
James’ answer was a scowl. “How do you know this Scot knows the first thing about rigging?”
“I put him through the paces. I’d say he’s had the job before. And he does claim to have sailed before, as quartermaster, ship’s carpenter, and bos’n.”
“If that’s true, he’ll come in right handy. Very well. Is there anything else?”
“Johnny got married.”
“Johnny? My cabin boy, Johnny?” James’ eyes flared. “Good God, he’s only fifteen! What the devil does he think he’s doing?”
Connie shrugged. “Says he fell in love and can’t bear to leave the little woman.”
“Little woman?” James sneered. “That cocky little twit needs a mother, not a wife.” His head was pounding again, and he swilled down the rest of the tonic.
“I’ve found you another cabin boy. MacDonell’s brother—”
Tonic spewed across James’ desk. “Who?” he choked.
“Blister it, James, what’s got into you?”
“You said MacDonell? Would his first name be Ian?”
“Aye.” Now Connie’s eyes flared. “Good God, he’s not the Scot from that tavern, is he?”
James waved away the question. “Did you get a good look at the brother?”
“Come to think of it, no. He was a little chap, though, quiet, hiding behind his brother’s coattails. I didn’t have much choice in signing him on, what with Johnny only letting me know two days ago that he was staying in England. But you can’t mean to think—”
“But I do.” And suddenly James was laughing. “Oh, God, Connie, this is priceless. I went back to look for that little wench, you know, but she and her Scot had disappeared from the area. Now here she’s fallen right into my lap.”
Connie grunted. “Well, I can see you’re going to have a pleasant crossing.”
“You may depend upon it.” James’ grin was decidedly wolfish. “But we shan’t unmask her disguise just yet. I’ve a mind to play with her first.”
“You could be wrong, you know. She might be a boy after all.”
“I doubt it,” James replied. “But I’ll find out when she begins her duties.”
And as the
Maiden Anne
left England behind, James contemplated those duties and how he would add to them in the coming weeks. This was indeed going to be a pleasant voyage.
“
Y
ou’re not going out again, are you?”
Anthony stopped in the process of putting his gloves on. “I was.”
Roslynn left the parlor doorway, stepping closer to him. They had been home only a little over an hour. It had taken her this long to get up the courage to approach him, but that courage was fast deserting her now that the opportunity was here. But she had to do it.
“I would like a word with you.”
“Very well.” He indicated the parlor.
“No, upstairs.” At his sharply arched brow, she blushed and quickly added, “In my room.” Jeremy was in the house somewhere, but this was one conversation she didn’t want interrupted. “We can be private there—for what I have to say.”
“Then lead on, my dear.”
His tone implied indifference. God, he was not going to make this easy for her. And what if he didn’t care? What if she succeeded only in making a fool of herself?
Roslynn hurried upstairs with Anthony slowly following. He was dragging his feet, afraid he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. It was too soon for her to say what he wanted to hear. He had figured it would take at least several weeks before she would admit she didn’t like sleeping alone. She wouldn’t balk then when he put his foot down and demanded
she honor her original agreement with him to be a wife in every way.
Roslynn was already seated on the chaise longue when Anthony entered her room. Since that seat was taken and the bed was out of the question, he sat down on the stool at her vanity only a few feet away. He fiddled with the perfume bottles there, waiting for her to begin. The piece of paper was just something else to touch, but when he opened it, James’ handwriting caught his immediate attention.
“Anthony, could you at least look at me?” He did, his eyes narrowed now, and she lowered her own. “I don’t know how else to say this except…I was wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“To put limitations on our marriage. I—I would like to start over.”
She glanced up then. The last thing she expected to see was anger, but there was no mistaking that he was angry.
“Could this have anything to do with your sudden change of heart?” The paper dangled from his fingers.
“What is it?” she asked warily.
“Don’t play games with me, Roslynn! You know exactly what it is,” he said tersely.
She matched her tone to his, forgetting for the moment all about reconciliation. “No, I don’t! Where did you get it?”
“On your vanity.”
“Impossible. I changed clothes when I returned from the docks, and that, whatever it is”—she pointed at the paper—“was
not
on my table.”
“There’s one way to prove that, isn’t there?”
He was furious at James’ interference, but mostly
at her. How dared she put him through hell, then, because of a simple note, admit she was wrong? He didn’t want her bloody contrition. He wanted her to want him without exception. And she would have before long. Then, and only then, would he have convinced her that she had accused him falsely.
He stalked to the door and threw it open, bellowing for Jeremy. Either James had slipped her that note at the docks, which was doubtful since Anthony had been close to her the whole while, or James had given it to Jeremy to give to her. Whichever, he wasn’t going to have her lying about it.
When the boy poked his head out of his room down the corridor, Anthony demanded, “Did your father entrust you with something to give to my wife?”
Jeremy groaned. “Hell’s bells, Tony, I thought you’d left. I only just put it…you weren’t supposed to see it,” he finished lamely.
Anthony crumpled the paper in his hand. “That’s all right, youngun. No harm done.”
He closed the door again, frowning at his own stupid assumption. She hadn’t seen the note. That meant bloody hell, and he had just antagonized the hell out of her.
He found her on her feet, her hand outstretched, her eyes glittering with indignation. “I’ll be taking that, if you please.”
“I don’t,” he replied, wincing to hear her brogue, a sure sign of her temper. “Look, I’m sorry if I drew the wrong conclusion. The note isn’t important. What—”
“I’ll determine what’s important. If that was on my vanity, then it was meant for me, no’ for you.”
“Then take it.”
He held out his hand, palm up. When she came
forward and took the ball of paper, he didn’t give her a chance to read it. His fingers closed over hers and he drew her into his arms.
“You can read that later,” he said softly. “Tell me first what you meant by being wrong.”
She forgot all about the note now crumpled in her fist. “I told you—about the limitations. I should never have—have placed conditions on our marrying.”
“True. Is that all?”
He was smiling at her, that melting smile that turned her to honey. “I shouldna have come to you just for the bairn, but I was afraid I’d get so used to having you that nothing else would matter.”
“Did you?” His lips brushed her cheek, the side of her mouth.
“What?”
“Get used to having me?”
He didn’t let her answer, his lips slanting across hers, warm, beguiling, stealing her breath, her soul. She had to break the contact herself. “Och, mon, if you keep kissing me, I’ll never say it all.”
He chuckled, still holding her close. “But none of this was necessary, sweetheart. Your problem is, you’ve taken a bloody lot for granted. You assumed that I would have let this don’t-touch-me stand of yours go on indefinitely. Not so. You also seem to think that I would have abided by any rules whatsoever that you set down for this relationship. Wrong again.” He softened this news with another deep kiss before continuing. “I hate to disillusion you, sweetheart, but you get away with your outlandish demands for only as long as I allow you to. And I would have allowed you only a few more weeks, no more, to come to your senses.”
“Or?”
“Or I would have moved in here.”
“Would you, now?” she retorted, but her lips were twitching. “Without my permission, I suppose?”
“We’ll never know, will we?” He grinned. “Now, what else did you want to tell me?”
She tried to shrug. It didn’t work. Her senses were reeling with his body pressed to hers, his eyes warm, tender, his lips a breath away.
“I love you,” she said simply, then squealed when he squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, God, Roslynn, I was afraid I’d never hear you say it! Do you really? Despite what an utter ass I’ve been half the time?”
“Yes.” She laughed, giddy from his reaction.
“Then read that note from James.”
It was the last thing she expected to hear at the moment. She glanced at him warily as he set her down on her feet and stepped back. But she opened the paper, too curious now not to. The message was brief, addressed to her.
Since Tony’s too pigheaded to tell you, I thought you ought to know that the little tavern wench you assumed Tory dallied with was actually mine for the evening. Tony might have been her first choice, as he was yours, but she had no complaints in settling for me. You’ve been wrong about the lad, dear girl. I do think he loves you.