The Scandal in Kissing an Heir (18 page)

“Former mistress,” he ground out, looking not the least bit amused, “and I hope you’re not attempting to compare yourself to her, Becky.”

“No,” Rebecca said, “but I would like to see where you spend your evenings at least once.” What she hoped was that in doing so she’d prevent herself from sitting at home and imagining the worst, which, for starters, would include Daniel playing cards with a courtesan on his lap. What she might envision him doing with the imaginary woman once he’d finished gambling was not something she wished to dwell on.

“You don’t trust me,” he said. It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.

She tilted her head and pondered that. He’d told her everything when she’d confronted him, and she believed he’d been truthful. She also believed that he wished to keep his word and remain faithful to her, but would he be strong enough to resist temptation? If Lady Vernon could so easily kiss him in a deserted hallway, then what might not happen after a few drinks when he was surrounded with loose women? It wasn’t a concern she dared to share with him for fear that he might see the contents of her heart. “Of course I do,” she said, “but as I’ve said before, I don’t want us to have any more secrets.”

“And with everything that I’ve just told you, there’s hardly anything secret about it anymore.”

“Still, I think that seeing the place for myself would give me some peace of mind.”

“And I think you’re just looking for an excuse to go on another adventure, unless of course your real concern is for the courtesans that are bound to be present.” He stared back at her, his eyes intense, as if searching for something. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Jealous?” Rebecca squeaked. “Why on earth would you think I might be jealous? If what you say is true, and I believe it is, then I’ve no cause for concern, have I?”

He frowned, his eyes not straying from hers for an instant. She started feeling queasy inside, and her hands began to tremble. He couldn’t possibly know, could he?

“No,” he said. “But if that ever changes, then you’ll be the first to know. In fact, from this moment forth, I will be completely honest with you.” And then he smiled, erasing all signs of seriousness, while Rebecca was left with a very sick feeling in her heart. “I’ll allow you to accompany me this evening if that’s what you want. I know that you crave the occasional exploit, and frankly I’d rather you do so in my company than on your own—as I expect you will if I don’t give my consent.”

Still recovering from his previous statement, Rebecca forced a smile. “You know me well already.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Daniel called for whoever it was to enter.

“A letter, sir,” Hawkins announced, stepping forward and presenting the missive to Daniel on a silver tray.

“Thank you, Hawkins,” Daniel said as the valet left, the door closing quietly behind him.

Rebecca watched as Daniel tore open the seal on the back and unfolded the paper. “It’s from Roxberry,” he said. Rebecca just looked at him blankly. She’d no idea who Roxberry might be. “He writes that the person who shot you has been apprehended and that he will happily provide us with more information on the matter, but that under the circumstances, it would be best if he did so in person.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rebecca asked, a little confused by the vagueness of the letter.

“I suppose he wants to avoid the chance of the letter falling into someone else’s hands and the information becoming public,” Daniel mused, looking vastly intrigued. “There is a postscript stating that the lady who was shot—that would be you—was not the target.”

“That certainly is reassuring,” Rebecca said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Daniel said. “I wonder who the real target was then.”

“You’ll have to speak with Roxberry to find out. Is his estate far from here?”

“It’s about an hour’s drive north of Moxley,” Daniel said as he set the letter aside and looked at Rebecca. “It will have to wait for now.”

“Tell me, what plans do you have for today?” Rebecca asked. Following their discussion and all the revelations, she was hoping they might be able to spend the day together.

“I have to meet with my brother-in-law at two,” he said, looking rather serious. “I know gambling isn’t the right choice in the long run, so I’m hoping that he might be willing to advise me on how to invest some of the money I’ve set aside. He’s been very successful himself.”

“I think that’s a splendid idea, Daniel,” Rebecca told him. She was genuinely pleased that he was making an effort to do the right thing and that he was wise enough to seek the advice of someone with more experience.

“Perhaps once I’m done we could go to Gunther’s together. It will be good for us to get out of the house, I think, and show ourselves to the
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—let them know we’re not cowering away and that we’re happy with the choice we’ve made. Besides, I bet you’ve never had an ice before, in which case it really is a treat not to be missed.”

Rebecca hadn’t and immediately looked forward to spending the day with her husband, laughing and joking as they usually did in each other’s company. Having serious discussions like this was something she hoped they might avoid in the future. Honesty and loyalty would certainly go a long way toward achieving that, and while a part of her still warned against trusting him completely, she knew she had to at least try. The last thing she wanted was to constantly worry about what he might be doing and who he might be with, but she could not allow him to know how deep this concern ran without him discovering that she was hopelessly in love with him, a man who’d given her no reason to believe that he would ever reciprocate the feeling. It was a heartbreaking acknowledgement, really, but when she’d agreed to marry Daniel, she’d known what she was getting herself into and that love wasn’t part of the bargain. She hadn’t been in love with him either back then, so it wasn’t something she’d worried too much about, and desperate to avoid marrying Grover, she’d accepted the condition. It would be unfair of her to voice her affection for him now and make him responsible for her heart, when this was likely the very last thing that he wanted.

So she forced her thoughts on the matter back to the furthest recesses of her mind and smiled at him enthusiastically. “I’m looking forward to it already,” she said. “But first, I do believe we ought to have some breakfast.”

Getting up, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward him, the youthful glimmer in his eyes doing its best to melt her heart. “I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said. “It was foolish of me and I . . . I regret it, Becky. I want the same as you do—for us to trust each other and for us to share the sort of camaraderie we enjoyed on our way to Scotland. I betrayed that trust because I wanted to prove myself worthy, but as a result I fear I may have done the opposite. Please forgive me.”

How could she not? Hell, she already had when he’d explained himself to her the first time. “Let’s start a fresh page and forget this ever happened, shall we?”

He gazed at her intently for a moment, then lowered his lips to hers and kissed her so thoroughly that she thought he might lower her onto the floor and have his way with her right there in the middle of the parlor in broad daylight. He didn’t though, and she wasn’t quite sure if she felt disappointed or relieved. “Thank you,” he murmured, still holding her against him in a tight embrace. “I believe I must be the luckiest man alive to have been blessed with you as my wife. I’ll never let you down again. You have my word.”

And as she stood there, her head resting against his chest and with his strong arms around her waist, Rebecca sincerely hoped that what he said was true.

Chapter 18

D
aniel’s visit with Chilton went better than he had expected. He and his brother-in-law had always had a bit of a tense relationship, but once they’d begun discussing investments, the earl had become exceedingly enthusiastic. “We’ll have you making a profit in no time,” he’d told Daniel as he’d slid a piece of paper across the table to him. On it was a list of companies that Chilton was already investing in, along with a few that he was keeping in mind for the future. “The South Sea Company and the East India Company are good options of course,” Chilton had said, “but their stock doesn’t come cheap. If I were to advise you, I’d buy into newer companies that show promise. There is one particular one that I have in mind—a paint finishing company by the name of Haden Drysys. They’re based in Birmingham and just started trading last year, but with the momentum they’ve gathered so far, I expect them to become a huge success.”

An hour later, Daniel had bid Chilton a good day, thanking him for his help. He’d then returned home, happy to have found a sense of direction, though he did not fool himself into thinking that he would turn a profit from one day to the next. It would take time, and if he was to manage with what he had until then, he would have to be more careful with his spending. An ice at Gunther’s was hardly going to put a dent in his pocket, however, and besides, it would be worth every penny just to watch Rebecca enjoy such a treat for the very first time.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as he stepped into the parlor, where she was sitting, reading a book.

She looked up and smiled. “I didn’t even hear you come in. How did your meeting go?” Setting the book aside, she looked at him expectantly.

“Rather well, I think,” he said. “Chilton was very eager to help. I believe the information he gave me will be invaluable.”

“That’s wonderful news, Daniel. I’m so proud of you.” Rising, she came toward him and kissed him fully on the lips before stepping away and heading for the door. “I’ll just fetch my spencer and bonnet, and then we can be on our way.”

The weather was pleasant, so they decided to take the phaeton, arriving at Gunther’s within five minutes. The tea shop looked packed, the line of people waiting to be served ending outside on the pavement. Thankfully, another carriage pulled away just as they arrived, offering Daniel a place to park. “It appears we’re not the only ones who decided to come here this afternoon,” he said. “Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll fetch the ices. The Royal Cream is particularly delicious.”

Rebecca agreed that eating in the phaeton would be much more comfortable than trying to find a table inside, but she felt a qualm at being left alone for an extended amount of time while people paraded past her, their curiosity and scrutiny visible upon their faces whenever they happened to look her way. She knew she was being silly and that she shouldn’t care about their opinion, but she couldn’t seem to help it. If only Daniel would soon return to keep her company, she’d feel more comfortable with him at her side. In the meantime, she decided to give her attention to the carriages that were passing by.

“Rebecca? Is that you?”

Turning her head, Rebecca spotted a petite young woman with golden hair, roughly her own age, who was looking up at her from beneath a very pretty straw bonnet that had been dressed in yellow ribbons. There was something about the woman’s face that jolted a distant memory, and the manner in which she’d addressed Rebecca suggested close familiarity. “Forgive me,” Rebecca said, “but I’m afraid I don’t recall making your acquaintance.”

The woman laughed. “It’s me, Judy . . . Viscount Tromwell’s daughter. We used to play together whenever you came to London as a child. Our houses were right next to each other.”

“Goodness me,” Rebecca exclaimed as her stomach twisted itself into a tight knot. “I didn’t recognize you at all.”

“Well, it has been a few years . . . twelve or thirteen, perhaps? We’ve both changed a great deal in that time. Had it not been for your black hair, I wouldn’t have known you either.”

Heart pounding in her chest, Rebecca tried to force away the memory of her last visit to Judy’s house, but it was to no avail. The nickname that Judy and her friends had given her, and how ugly it had made her feel as they’d followed her about, chanting, “Gypsy” amidst mocking bursts of laughter, could not be easily forgotten. She’d cried herself to sleep that night and had never spoken to Judy since.

“No, I don’t suppose you would have,” Rebecca muttered.

“You know, I must confess that I’m relieved to have run into you,” Judy said, her expression filled with nothing but kindness. Was she completely oblivious to the hurt she’d once caused? “The way I treated you all those years ago was unforgivable, but I was a stupid child—weak and unable to stand up against the other girls. I’m so sorry for the things we said.”

Rebecca stared back at her for a long moment before eventually managing to say, “Thank you.”

Regret fell across Judy’s face. “It isn’t always easy to understand why children do the things they do, but in your case, I do believe the other girls were jealous—you were without a doubt the prettiest one of all of us.” She smiled and said, “You still are.” She hesitated before adding, “Perhaps in time, you can forgive me? I should like for us to be friends again.”

“Have you not heard?” Rebecca asked. “I’m a pariah, Judy. Even speaking to me like this in public could damage your reputation.”

Judy raised her chin in defiance. “I abandoned you once, and I’ve felt rotten about it ever since. I’d like to help you this time if you will allow me.”

The urge to turn her back on Judy and pretend they’d never had this conversation was there, but what would really be accomplished by harboring resentment when the woman who’d once wronged her was trying to make peace? It was unlikely they would ever be close friends again, but since Rebecca and Daniel were running low on mere acquaintances, she decided to accept Judy’s offer. It would be good to know they had someone on their side. “You are welcome to try,” she said.

“Wonderful! My husband and I are planning an evening out at the opera tomorrow night. You should join us,” Judy said just as Daniel returned, carrying two large ices. Introductions were quickly made, then Judy said her good-byes, leaving Rebecca and Daniel to enjoy their treats in the phaeton.

“Do you know who she’s married to, by the way?” Daniel asked as Rebecca savored the smooth flavor of her ice. “She’s the Duke of Landborough’s wife.”

Rebecca stilled, her mouth falling open as she stared back at Daniel. “Are you sure?”

Grinning, he gave her a nod. “It appears you have a very important friend, Becky. With her help, we might actually stand a chance of being accepted back into Society.”

“And if we’re not?”

“Well, in that case, we’ll have to make do with each other,” he said as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her a little bit closer. “And frankly, that doesn’t sound half bad to me.”

She laughed at his playfulness. “No, I don’t suppose it does, and considering that you’re willing to let me accompany you tonight on your evening adventure, I daresay I’ve no need for anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m willing,” he said, aiming for a bit of mischief. “Coerced by a charming wife is more like it. In fact, I think I must be completely cracked in the head to allow you to join me at a gambling hell.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, I hope?”

“Of course I am. You’re my wife, after all, and the very thought of you entering such a disreputable place unsettles me. However, since I did agree to your request in a moment of weakness, I will not protest in the slightest; I am, after all, a man of my word.” He kissed her cheek and added, “Besides, no matter how inappropriate it may be for me to take you along, I can think of no one else’s company I’d rather keep, even in a gambling hell.”