The Grace of a Duke (9 page)

“Of course, Doctor Regan,” Charlotte replied with a nod, wondering if they expected her to simply get out of the tub and make her way to the vanity as they stood and watched. When Joshua made no move to leave the room, she glanced nervously at the stack of towels. “Might I have a dry towel?” she whispered.

The unmasked side of his facing turning a bright red, Joshua looked at the doctor and then reached over to grab several towels from the stack, unrolling them one by one. The doctor, busying himself with preparing a needle and sutures, didn’t seem to notice his patient’s discomfort. Joshua leaned over the tub. “If my lady will allow me, I will cover you and assist you out of the tub and carry you to the vanity,” he whispered, hoping he didn’t sound like the libertine he was suddenly wishing he could be. It had been months, no,
over a year
since he’d seen the naked body of a woman and never before in light this bright.

Charlotte’s eyes widened. “I assure you, I am quite capable of getting myself to the vanity, Your Grace,” she whispered back, her cheeks taking on a deep pink blush that Joshua found quite fetching.

Thinning his lips, Joshua nodded.
Wainwright
, he remembered.
She’s supposed to call me ‘Wainwright’
. He held a towel open slightly behind the tub and turned his head away. “Lady Charlotte, I assure you I am not peeking,” he said in a low voice.

Turning slightly, Charlotte realized he was attempting to keep her from being seen by the doctor, and presumedly by his own eyes. She stood in the tub, let go the wet towel that covered her front, and took the towel from Joshua, quickly wrapping it about her torso. “Might I have another, please?” she whispered.

Joshua remained with his attention turned in the opposite direction and passed another opened towel back to her. Charlotte wrapped it about her hips and was about to step out of the tub when Joshua’s arm was suddenly there to assist her. “Please allow me,” he insisted, picking her up much as he’d done the night before but making sure his right arm was across her back and as low as he could position it so as to not touch her wound. His left arm, still lacking in strength, merely supported the back of her knees. As her hands clutched the ends of the towels together, Charlotte’s breath caught when she was carried the three steps to the vanity seat and lowered into it.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Charlotte said, watching him as he straightened, noticing his eyes were looking down at her bare calves and ankles and feet. Her first reaction was to tuck them under the seat, but she fought the urge and left them in plain sight.
Does he find a well-turned ankle pleasant to look upon?
she wondered. And then she chided herself, remembering that he’d already seen quite enough of her bare body already.

“Wainwright,” he managed to get out without his voice cracking too much. “Let me get you another towel for your  ..,” he stammered, not sure what to say as he shook out another towel and draped it over her knees. “Limbs,” he finally said, his voice a bit husky as he glanced toward the looking glass on the back of the vanity.

Nodding, Charlotte said, “Thank you, Wainwright,” suddenly aware of her own reflection in the looking glass. Despite the embarrassment she was feeling over the events of the last half hour, she decided the morning ride had done her a world of good. Her hair was still in reasonable shape, her color was good (embarrassment no doubt helping in that regard), and her lips seemed a bit plumper, pinker, perhaps due to the kiss she’d experienced with the duke. She caught him watching her in the mirror and gave him a wan smile.

Joshua acknowledged the smile with one of his own. He caught a maid hovering nearby, nervously watching the proceedings and not sure what to do. “Could you bring tea, please?” he wondered, noting how she smiled at the opportunity to be excused from the room.

“Right away, Your Grace,” the maid replied as she bobbed a curtsy and hurried off.

The doctor placed his bag on the vanity and asked where he might wash up. Parma took him to a sink and gave him a towel when he’d completed his ablutions while another maid moved a desk chair behind Charlotte’s vanity seat. Taking the seat behind Charlotte, Dr. Regan positioned himself and then said, “First, I will clean the wound and then you will feel a series of pricks ...”

“Be sure to make the stitches as small as possible,” Joshua interrupted. He moved to stand in front of Charlotte so that he was looking down on the doctor and Charlotte’s back.

“I shall endeavor to do so, Your Grace,” the doctor nodded, his attention never leaving Charlotte’s wound.

“Very good,” Joshua replied, taking a breath and then wondering what he should do. He
should
have left the room as soon as he realized Charlotte was bathing, he considered. But the sight of her bare backside as she stood in the water –
like Venus rising from the depths –
had him mesmerized. Until he had noticed the gash across her back, it had taken all of his self-control not to consider having his way with her, or at least joining her in the tub. The thought of his own garish scars invaded his thoughts and he shook himself. The maids would be doubly horrified, he considered.

“Wainwright? Are you ... unwell?” Charlotte whispered, her eyes wide and still bright with unshed tears.

Thinning his lips as he considered her question, Joshua shrugged his good shoulder. “I am as good as can be expected,” he whispered back, c
onsidering I have discovered a tree was blown up by a would-be arsonist and my perfect duchess to be wounded quite badly at the hand of her own father. I could kill him for that!

And despite the pile of work left on the library desk, he wasn’t about to leave her alone with the doctor. He lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of Charlotte, his eyes meeting hers just as Dr. Regan dabbed a wet towel along the open wound. Despite having been warned, Charlotte winced a bit, caught her lower lip with a tooth and gripped the edge of the towel she had around her hips so tight that her knuckles turned white.

  Joshua reached up and captured the hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “I take it you have been to Wisborough Oaks before?” he asked, his question delivered as if they were sitting in the parlor having tea.

Managing a wan smile, Charlotte nodded as she realized he was attempting to distract her from the work the doctor was performing. She had already felt the prick of the first stitch. “Many years ago. I had to be present for the betrothal, of course, but your father insisted on meeting me before agreeing to anything,” she answered, her mind suddenly taken back to when the estate home steps and columns were newly white washed and the trees around the grounds were smaller. “I remember I was in a pink gown and bonnet, and as I recall, I spent most of the afternoon playing with a small black dog.”

His eyes widening, Joshua stared at Charlotte. “That was
you?
” he replied, an incredulous look on his face. “My brother thought you were our father’s by-blow come to live with us,” he said in hushed tones, his eye’s sparkling with mischief.

Charlotte’s mouth opened in shock before she was able to force it closed. “He wasn’t told?” she wondered, her brows knitting at the comment. His brother had been at least ten at the time.
Your future husband,
she remembered her mother telling her on the way home that day. She had no idea what her mother meant by the words, nor did she care as she recalled wanting to take the dog home with her.

“Heavens, no,” Joshua said in reply, his face still showing his amusement. “Father didn’t tell us much about anything until after we were of age.” He paused a moment. “You were an adorable child,” he remarked.
Who has become a beautiful woman
.

The maid appeared with a tea tray and surveyed the room, wondering where to set it. Joshua motioned for her to put it on the floor next to him. “I’ll serve our guests from here,” he said when the maid hesitated.

“Very good, Your Grace,” she replied, her eyes darting about as she knelt and placed the tray on the Aubusson carpet. She curtsied before silently leaving the room.

“None for me, thank you,” the doctor said, his attention clearly on his patient’s back. “My wife just served a very satisfying luncheon only an hour ago.”

Joshua poured tea and looked up at Charlotte. “Cream and sugar?” he asked, a spoon full of sugar held over one of the steaming cups.

“Yes, to both,” she said, watching him stir the hot liquid as if he’d done it a hundred times. “Thank you, Wainwright,” she said as she took the cup and saucer from him, inhaling the scent while waiting for him to pour a cup for himself. “Did your mother train you in how to serve tea?” she wondered, noting how he followed all the correct steps.

Joshua nearly snorted. “No. I suppose I learned by observing,” he answered as he returned his gaze up to meet hers. “And you?”

Charlotte wanted to shrug, but the doctor was stabbing her with the needle again. She’d counted eleven such pricks in the short time they’d been conversing. “My mother, of course, and then some finer details at finishing school.”

Nodding, Joshua was trying to think of another topic of conversation when the doctor said, “My lady, I must insist that you do no rigorous exercise or riding for at least a few days. I’ll put a bandage over the wound, but you cannot wear corsets or other clothing that could stress the stitches. And you’ll need to sleep on your ... front,” he added, struggling to find a suitable word to use.

Joshua schooled his features so as to hide his first thought following the doctor’s orders.
Charlotte, uncorseted? Be still my heart!
He took a drink of tea as if he hadn’t heard anything the doctor said.

Gasping, Charlotte straightened a bit. “No riding?” she repeated, obviously disappointed at the edict.
No corsets?
“May I walk, at least?” she asked then, noting Joshua’s attention on her as he drank his tea.

“Carefully,” Doctor Regan replied, stabbing her again. “I’ll be back at the end of the week to take the stitches out and we’ll see how you’re doing then,” he said as he took yet another stitch.
That’s fifteen
, Charlotte thought, realizing he was only at the middle of her back. She glanced in the vanity mirror, attempting to see the doctor’s work and the scar, but her back was angled so that she couldn’t make out any details.

“I’ll go mad with boredom,” Charlotte said to Joshua as she returned her attention to him. When he didn’t say anything but seemed to be thinking of a response, she recalled how he came quite suddenly and uninvited into her rooms. 
Much like I did into his room last night
, she realized. “May I ask the reason for your visit, Wainwright?”

Joshua’s eyes widened then. “Oh, my. I assure you, I did have a reason for barging in on you,” he said in an apologetic tone. “Although I did knock before doing so,” he added in his own defense. “Perhaps I can save you from boredom and you can save me from ... a fate far worse than almost anything I can imagine.”

Charlotte’s green eyes widened. “Whatever can I do?” she asked immediately, wondering how anything could be worse than what he’d already endured.

Sighing, Joshua leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Give me your answer about the color for the parlor,” he stated emphatically. “Better yet, give the answer to the construction foreman. And, while you’re at it, pick out all the colors for the new rooms. And the furnishings and drapes and the frippery and what-not needed to complete the house ... the entire house. And ... run the household. Just as you would if you were the duchess.”

Charlotte stared at Joshua for several seconds, feeling several more stabs in her back.
Twenty-two.
“You wish me to be your ... decorator?” she clarified, her mouth parted in such a way that all Joshua wanted to do was reach up and kiss her.
And your duchess?
she wondered then.

“There’s a name for it?” he countered, schooling his features into a charming question mark.
She won’t be wearing a corset for a week,
he reminded himself, his loins tightening at the thought.

Grinning, Charlotte considered his request. “I would be honored,” she stated, her grin growing into a smile. “When may I ... start?” she asked, amused at the sudden look of relief on his face.

Joshua leaned to one side to see the doctor, still hovering over Charlotte’s back. “When could she start such a task, Doctor?” he asked, glancing quickly at Charlotte’s face when he realized the doctor was still making stitches. “Have you been counting?” he whispered to Charlotte, an accusatory tone to his question.

“Six and twenty ... seven,” she answered with a slight nod. Her amusement quickly left her when she saw the look of shock on Joshua’s face.
He knows my back will be scarred for life
, she realized, wondering if it would make a difference to him. A modiste, preferably one that practiced a good deal of discretion, could probably design very fashionable gowns that would hide her scar, but she frowned as she thought of all the dinner gowns she already owned that would have to be remade or have inserts sewn in to hide the scar. Her favorite ball gowns were all low-cut in the back. They would all have to be replaced.

The doctor looked up from his work and turned his attention to Joshua. “Today, if she’s of a mind,” he said lightly. “It will help to take her mind off these stitches.” He picked up a small scissors from his bag and pronounced his job complete.

“Oh,” Joshua replied, surprised that she would not be bed bound for days. “Capital!” He uncurled himself from the floor and, with a bit of difficulty and a helping hand from the doctor, stood up. “I will let the foreman know straight away. When you’re up to it ... there’s no hurry,” he said as he bowed to Charlotte and the doctor. “Come to the study when you can, and I’ll introduce you to the foreman,” he added, his mood considerably lighter than it had been since his entry into the room.
She won’t be wearing a corset.

“I will do a double curtsy later,” Charlotte replied, her mood also lighter.
Something to do
, she thought happily,
since I apparently won’t be getting married anytime soon
.