Authors: Lynsay Sands
“Oh Suzette,” he said sadly.
She was frankly sick of hearing those two words together in that tone, and said with feigned unconcern, “I was an idiot. I wasn’t foolish enough to think he loved me, but I thought at least he wanted to marry me for the dower.”
“That’s all Danvers wants,” he pointed out quietly, glancing toward the other man who had paused several feet away to allow them privacy.
Suzette shrugged. “Then he can have it. I no longer care. And there are the consequences to think of. If I am with child . . .” She sighed. “It is best if the child has a name other than bastard.”
“Does he know?” Lord Madison asked, glancing back toward Jeremy again.
“Yes,” she said simply, and then shrugged. “It is essentially a business transaction, Father. Both of us gave our hearts to others and this is a marriage of convenience. It will be fine. He seems kind enough and I think it may work out all right in the end. I will marry him.”
His shoulders slumped in defeat. “Then I shall come with you.”
“You do not have to—”
“I am your father, and you are an unmarried woman; you need a chaperone. I will accompany you and stand beside you as you are married,” he said firmly.
Suzette merely nodded. She was oddly numb now, empty. The decision had been made and her future was set and she felt nothing.
I
never realized I had raised such a fool.”
Daniel stiffened at his mother’s words. “A fool?”
“Yes, a fool,” Lady Woodrow said firmly, and then shook her head and muttered, “Letting the girl think you wanted her only for her money. What could you have been thinking?”
“It was what she wanted in a husband,” he protested at once.
Lady Woodrow looked down her nose at him and assured him dryly, “No woman wishes the man she loves to want her only for her money.”
Daniel blinked, a slow smile curving his lips as he asked, “You think she loves me?”
“Did I say fool?” she asked the ceiling and then glanced down to him and snapped, “I meant idiot.”
“Mother,” he said with irritation.
“Of course she loves you, you dolt. Did you think she’d lie with every bounder after her dower?”
“Well, no, of course not, but—”
“Son, we women have it drummed into our heads from very early on that chastity is a must, that our virginity is the most valuable gift to give a husband. You men may run about rutting with every bitch in heat you come across, but we do not,” she assured him acerbically.
Daniel’s eyes widened incredulously. Bitch in heat? Was this his mother, the most proper Dowager Lady Woodrow? She never spoke like that, he thought and said, “But it is so soon. She can’t possibly love me already.”
“Lord love me,” Lady Woodrow muttered, and then pointed out, “It is just as soon for you. Are you now going to try to tell me you don’t love her? Because, my son, I know you well and I can tell you right now that would be a lie. Your eyes light up when you talk about her and your face goes soft. If you were thinking that you were just marrying her because you wanted to bed her, then you were deceiving yourself. You have done nothing these last ten years but cringe every time I have brought up the subject of marriage and producing grandbabies for me. You have not changed your mind and suddenly rushed this girl off to Gretna Green just because you want to bed her. Besides, from the explanations you three just gave, you’ve
already
bedded her!”
Daniel blinked and frowned.
She left him to puzzle through her words and his feelings and turned to Fairgrave, saying, “Now, Richard.”
“Yes, Lady Woodrow?” He immediately stood up straighter.
“You and your friend here help my son to dress while I go have some clothing packed and a carriage prepared,” she instructed. “We will leave as soon as all is ready.”
“Yes, my lady,” Richard said smartly and Lady Woodrow smiled and patted his cheek.
“You always were a good boy,” she said affectionately and then left the room.
“Suzette’s going to love her,” Robert murmured as the door closed behind Lady Woodrow.
Daniel frowned. “Is that a sarcastic comment or do you really think they shall get along?”
“Oh, they’ll get along like a house on fire,” Robert assured him, moving to help Richard select clothes for him. “In fact, I suspect it will be the two of them against you in every argument, so you’d best start praying you and Suzette have all boys or you’ll be woefully outnumbered.”
Daniel smiled faintly at the advice, but just as quickly frowned as he thought of the letter and how callous it must have seemed after what they’d done in the stable. “How upset was Suzette?”
Richard grimaced and it was Robert who said solemnly, “I didn’t talk to her, but I could hear her weeping from the hall. I have never heard such heart-wrenching sobs in my life. I would say your mother was right and Suzette loves you, for she truly seemed brokenhearted.”
Daniel scowled at the thought and then asked, “Do you think Mother is right and the shooting and letter are connected?”
“It does seem likely,” Richard said. “It would be an odd coincidence if it weren’t. After all, had you returned as planned, you would have simply told her the letter was a fake.”
“Yes, but if whoever shot me thought me dead, why bother with the letter?”
“Perhaps they were not sure they succeeded with a mortal wound,” Robert suggested.
“All right,” Daniel conceded. “But then what purpose does the letter serve except to make her think the wedding is off, and why bother with that?”
Both Richard and Robert appeared as blank faced as he felt. It just didn’t make sense, or at least he didn’t see the sense of it just then. But it gave him a bad feeling.
“Come, give me those clothes. I think the sooner we get back to the inn and straighten this out the better. There is something afoot here that we aren’t yet seeing.”
“I
do not see what the rush is. Why can we not stop at an inn and rest and continue on in the morning?” Suzette’s father asked plaintively.
“My lord, we have barely been on the road more than an hour thanks to your delaying,” Jeremy answered with what Suzette considered amazing patience. Certainly, with more patience than she had at the moment, but then she was very annoyed with her father.
After insisting on accompanying them, Cedrick Madison had then dragged his feet as much as he could to delay the departure. He’d taken forever to pack when she suspected he hadn’t really unpacked at all. They’d only stayed the one night at the inn and had planned to continue on today once Daniel returned with his mother. Surely, her father wouldn’t have unpacked anything but a change of clothes. Yet he had been up in his room forever supposedly packing, and had come down only when Jeremy had finally gone upstairs and impatiently offered to help with the chore to speed things along.
Suzette had been rather impatient herself as she sat waiting in the main room. Christiana and Lisa had spent the entire time trying to convince her to wait for the men to return, something she simply hadn’t wished to do. She’d suffered enough humiliation that day. So she’d sat waiting, starting in her seat each time the inn door opened, terrified it would be the men returned. Suzette had been greatly relieved when her father had finally come below.
However, even then, Lord Madison had further delayed them by insisting Suzette looked peaked and a meal should be eaten. Jeremy had tried to convince him that he would have a picnic basket prepared and they could eat in the carriage, but her father had been determined that they should eat a proper meal at the inn with Christiana and Lisa before departing. Unable to move him on the matter, they had given up and eaten, delaying their departure further.
Finally, they had left, but had not been on the road for more than an hour and already her father wanted to stop.
“But look, it is growing dark,” Cedrick Madison said now. “What if one of the horses steps in a hole, or twists a fetlock? Surely it would be safer to take a room and continue in the morning? It is not as if there is any great rush,” her father said, sounding determined.
“My driver assured me he could deliver us safely despite the hour,” Jeremy said firmly. “We shall take rooms when we reach Gretna Green.”
Suzette glanced to Jeremy to offer him an apologetic smile for her father’s behavior. However, he wasn’t looking her way. He sat hands clasped in his lap and twiddling his thumbs as he stared out the window. He appeared deep in thought.
“H
ow are you feeling?” Lady Woodrow asked.
Daniel forced a reassuring smile for his mother. She sat across from him beside Robert in the Woodrow carriage, while he shared a bench seat with Richard. “I am fine, Mother. The ride hasn’t started my wound bleeding and it doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
Lady Woodrow nodded solemnly, and then said, “I don’t believe you.”
Daniel sighed. He really didn’t feel that bad considering. His lower back ached and burned on the side where he’d taken the wound, and he didn’t feel at full strength certainly, but he suspected nothing but the passage of time to allow it to heal would resolve the pain. At the same time, Daniel was sure a good meal and some ale would fix the other issue. As far as he was concerned, he had got off lucky. It could have been much worse. Though he’d lost a bit of blood, it seemed nothing vital had been struck. That was a good thing. And he was showing no signs of fever so, hopefully, his mother had done a thorough-enough job of cleaning the wound that he had bypassed infection.
“We are almost there. I can see the inn,” he announced. His mother immediately leaned to peer out the window.
“I shall go ahead and ask the innkeeper to arrange for food while the two of you see him inside,” his mother announced once the carriage had stopped and Richard and Robert had assisted Daniel out of the carriage. The truth was, while he was a little unsteady on his feet, he didn’t need two of them, but hadn’t refused the help, hoping the added assistance would mean less jostling about and therefore less aggravation to his wound. He suspected a dozen men could have been there to help and it still would have hurt like hell.
Grimacing, Daniel started forward at once to follow his mother into the inn. Much to his relief Richard and Robert merely walked beside him, there to lend support if needed, but neither man fussing unnecessarily.
His mother was standing in the door to the main room, surveying its inhabitants, when he caught up to her. Daniel immediately began searching for Suzette, but the room was empty except for the innkeeper and Christiana and Lisa. The two women were seated at one of the otherwise empty tables, their heads together and whispering worriedly to each other. However, they paused to glance around at the sound of the door closing.
The immediate change in both women was rather startling. They went from anxious worry to immediate outrage and fury in a heartbeat. Daniel couldn’t help taking a surprised step back as they both suddenly rose and flew at him like a couple of harpies.
“You horrible, horrible man!” Lisa yelled.
“How could you even show your face here, you bounder?” Christiana snapped.
“You vile debaucher of innocents,” Lisa added. “She loved you, you cad!”
“You’ve broken her heart! You should be shot for toying with her that way!” Christiana reached out to poke at him to emphasize the point, but Richard caught her before her finger quite touched him and pulled her back even as Robert hurried around Daniel to grab Lisa by the arm and stop any possibility of physical assault from her.
“Well!” Lady Woodrow’s voice rang out, immediately startling both women into silence and garnering their attention as she moved to Daniel’s side. Much to his amazement, she then smiled and said, “I am so glad to see you stand up for Suzette. It warms my heart to see such sisterly love. Alas, my own sisters did not turn out to be as loyal.”
Christiana and Lisa stared at her blankly, and then Christiana turned to Richard and asked, “Who—?”
“My mother,” Daniel interrupted quietly. “If you’ll recall I went to collect her and bring her back to join the party to Gretna Green so she might also witness my marriage to Suzette.”
“Yes, but you broke off the engagement,” Lisa said angrily, and when he shook his head, said uncertainly, “You didn’t break it off?”
“But the letter,” Christiana said sharply. “I read it, my lord, there was no misunderstanding. You flat-out said you would not marry Suzette and as good as called her little better than a light skirt.”
Daniel cursed under his breath, and then glanced to his mother as she took his arm to urge him past the women toward the tables.
“You need to eat,” Lady Woodrow reminded him firmly. “You promised you would eat as soon as we arrived at the inn. It is the only reason I agreed to leave Woodrow without insisting you eat first and you shall keep that promise.”
“But I need to speak to Suzette.” Daniel glanced toward the stairs, sure she must be up in her room. Probably crying her heart out. Poor thing, he thought.
“You can speak to her while you eat. Now sit down and eat before you fall down.”
“Why would he fall down?” Lisa asked, moving closer to get a better look. “He’s so pale. What’s wrong with him?”
“He was shot on his way to Woodrow,” Richard answered. “And he didn’t send the letter.”
“What?” Christiana asked with horror.
Daniel started to turn around, intending to insist they tell him where Suzette was, but a shaft of pain as he twisted his upper body made him freeze and suck in a bit of air.
“Sit,” his mother said firmly. Once she had him on the bench, she moved away saying, “Richard, go speak to the innkeeper and arrange for broth and a hearty meal.”
Daniel, recalling what happened the last time he tried to turn, simply stood up and moved around the table to the opposite side so that he could see what was going on as Richard hurried over to the innkeeper and his mother turned her attention to Suzette’s sisters.
“Now, you must be Christiana and Lisa,” she greeted, taking each girl by one hand.
“Yes. How did you know?” Christiana asked.
Rather than point out that they had just been attacking Daniel on their sister’s behalf and so were easily identifiable as relatives, she simply said, “Because I knew neither of you could be Suzette.”
“Why not?” Daniel asked with a frown. He hadn’t described her looks to his mother, just her personality and actions.
Lady Woodrow frowned when she saw that he’d moved, but merely shook her head and said calmly, “Because no doubt she is on the way to Gretna Green right now with what she thinks is merely some bachelor in need of coin who just happened to show up in her hour of need.”
“What?” Daniel asked with disbelief and wondered where she could have come up with such a ridiculous idea. Suzette was upstairs, her heart broken and sobbing over the loss of him. At least that’s what he’d thought, so was startled when Lisa nodded with wide eyes.
“Yes, Lord Danvers arrived and offered to marry her in exchange for Father’s markers and she accepted. How did you know?” Lisa asked with surprise.
Daniel was so stunned by this news that he almost didn’t catch his mother’s reply as she said, “Really, what else was the letter for but to ensure she thought there was no hope for her love for Daniel and would be willing to leave here promptly with another?”
“Damn, she’s smart,” Robert muttered to Daniel as he settled at the table next to him. “That hadn’t occurred to me.”