She turned to face him then and she was still smiling that hard, cutting smile. “If you’re to be believed, why then, the first man had me when I was nineteen. And that first man was you.” She laughed at the infuriated expression on his face. “You see, Ryder, you refuse to believe me because you’re a man and men must place women into very neat slots. A woman is innocent or she’s not. There is no middle ground for a woman. A widow is all right, perhaps, but even then men assume that she will bed any number of them willingly, indeed, enthusiastically, because she’s used to having sex and knows what it’s all about.
“I have come to believe that once a woman has known a man intimately, she really isn’t to be trusted after that. Goodness, if the man is her husband she just might cuckold him. Of course, a husband can’t cuckold his wife. A husband can continue doing whatever he pleases. If he can’t get a woman to willingly bed with him, why he simply buys a woman for the night. Or, like you—a rich man—he keeps mistresses. And the man remains utterly respectable. Indeed, his credit rises with both men and women. It is nonsense and not fair. I will tell you the truth again, Ryder. I have never been with a man intimately—”
“More of your unenlightened philosophy of life—how trippingly it flows from your mouth. You, Sophie, are more ignorant than a slug. You know nothing of men and women and what is important between them and how—”
She actually stamped one of her bandaged feet. “I never want to know! I sincerely doubt that there could be anything equal or fine or just between a man and a woman. I don’t think you believe it either, Ryder. Don’t you dare sneer at me. I will tell you again and it’s the truth. I have never been intimate with a man, except you and you had to drug me and—”
“Damn you, I fondled and caressed your breasts and you allowed me to do it! You let me kiss you and you kissed me back expertly. You let me put my tongue in your mouth. By God, when you woke up on the beach and saw that I’d nearly stripped you and taken you then, what did you do? You smiled at me and teased me and invited me to be your lover. You promised you would dismiss the others. I would call that pretty damned intimate.”
“—then you took me to the cottage, and I have no memory of that at all, as you well know. So, no, I’m no longer innocent, I suppose. I had assumed a man could tell if a woman was without experience and vice versa, but apparently it isn’t so because you didn’t apologize and admit that I had been a virgin when you took me.”
Ryder rose very slowly. His face was red, the pulse in his throat was swelled and throbbing. He picked up his chair and hurled it with all his strength over the railing. A shout came from below. He gave her a look of utter loathing and strode off the balcony and out of the bedchamber.
Samuel Grayson found Ryder in the north cane-field. He was speaking to one of the head drivers, a black man named Jonah who could snap a man’s neck with one huge hand. Ryder wore a hat. His shirt was open nearly to his waist and his chest was shiny with sweat and darkened from the sun. Samuel set his jaw and rode to the two men.
Ryder finished his questions to Jonah, thanked him, then turned to give a salute to Samuel.
“A good man,” Samuel said, looking after Jonah.
“Yes. I would certainly like to have him on my side during a fight. Thinking of him as an enemy makes my blood curdle.”
“I must speak with you, Ryder.”
Ryder took off his hat, fanned his face, then rubbed his sleeve over his forehead. “Let’s go find some shade. Perhaps to the beach, if that’s all right with you, Samuel.”
They rode to Monmouth Beach. Ryder was aware of a slight deepening of recognition inside him, a warming that somehow pulled and tugged at him, which was quite foolish, of course. It was just a beach, for God’s sake, a place that was pleasant, nothing more. Certainly it had nothing to do with her. They dismounted and settled themselves beneath a coconut tree. The breeze was steady and cool. Ryder felt the sweat drying and it brought a very nice chill to his skin. He sighed with pleasure and leaned back bonelessly against the trunk.
Samuel said without preamble, “I want to marry Sophia Stanton-Greville. Then I will be the boy’s guardian. Camille Hall is the very next property to Kimberly. Emile and I will be able to oversee all operations and ensure that the boy’s inheritance is secure.”
Good God, this was a shocker, but it shouldn’t have been, not really. Ryder knew Samuel was infatuated with her, had known it from the beginning, and had found it, at first, somewhat amusing. It was no longer amusing. He heard himself say in a faraway voice, “I will shortly be Jeremy’s guardian. As for Sophie, who knows? But, Samuel, there is no need for you to do anything.”
“But you don’t really want to be the boy’s guardian. I know you want to return to England as soon as possible. Your life is there. You’re taking the boy and Sophie with you because you don’t see any other choice. But there is now a choice. They both belong here, not in England. I know there is a house and some property in Cornwall, but surely it isn’t as important as the plantation is here. I will hire a tutor for Jeremy. He will be educated and someday he will assume his inheritance. Sophia will have security, a family, people around her who care about her.”
Ryder felt suddenly very cold. He turned away from Samuel, suddenly afraid of what his expression might give away. He stared out over the sea. Where the devil had all his carefree laughter gone? “I see,” he said at last. “You have thought a lot about this. I suppose you are one of these people who care for Miss Stanton-Greville.”
“Yes.”
“You also realize you’re old enough to be her father.”
“I naturally realize that as well and it concerns me. I had wanted Emile to marry her for their ages are closer, but he believes her a whore. He respects her at least now, for she did save your life, and that is something. Still, he looks at her with a sneer and in that assessing way a man looks at a woman he thinks just might want to bed him—the way you look at her. I want to protect her. I want to care for her. Once I marry her, Emile will keep his opinions to himself. Indeed, he might come to change them for they are quite wrong. She is a good girl, a wholesome girl. She has been maligned and her uncle is the only one at fault. I’m glad the man is dead.”
“She plays the whore to perfection.”
“If that is true, it is her uncle’s doing. Everything she has done he’s made her do. But he could not have made her agree to sleep with all those men.”
“You believe, then, that all the men have simply lied about bedding her at the cottage?”
“They must have.”
“Emile said she was a hellion.”
“I don’t think she could have survived had she not been strong-willed, had she not been able to endure. She has protected her brother to the best of her ability. I have wondered about the gossip, indeed, have listened to all the men who have claimed to have been her lover. She couldn’t do such a thing; it’s that simple. It isn’t in her nature.”
“But wouldn’t she do anything to protect Jeremy?”
“Almost anything, yes, but not degrade herself, not that. She didn’t hesitate to save your life either. If that makes her a hellion, why then, it is a good thing, at least I would imagine you believe it to be.”
“Yes, she did save me, didn’t she? Listen to me, Samuel, you must also realize that if you marry her neither of you will be received by the families here, or, even if you are received, she will be snubbed. She is already ostracized.”
“I intend to change all that,” Samuel said. “I will claim to all that she came to my marriage bed a virgin. I will tell the truth about her uncle.”
“The only result to that assertion would be laughter. Be sensible, Samuel. No one will ever change their opinion.”
“I will try, I must.”
“When I spoke to Oliver Susson today he also said he would marry her.”
“I wouldn’t allow Oliver to get near her.”
“If you want to shelter her from all the men she’s entertained—forced to by her uncle or not—you would end up spending your lives as hermits. The list of men visiting that damned cottage of hers is long, Samuel.”
“You are wrong, Ryder. I will change opinions. My word is respected here.”
“No,” Ryder said.
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. You won’t marry her.”
Samuel felt stirrings of anger at the young man. Even though he was Kimberly Hall’s owner, Ryder Sherbrooke had no right to dictate personal matters to him. His reasons for his actions were sound. He rose slowly to his feet. “You have no say in the matter, Ryder. It is my decision, not yours.”
Ryder smiled. “Actually, Samuel, it is Sophie’s decision and she will say no.”
“Why? Because you ruined her and thus she wouldn’t want to shame me by accepting me as her husband? Don’t look so bloody surprised. I knew very well you wanted her, that you wanted to dominate her, to bring her to her knees, if you will. You made it a test of manhood. Ah, yes, you behaved just like a new hound in the pack. You had to prove your virility and power with this woman, to yourself and to others. It was a competition. You had to show the world that you could have her, and in having her make her say that the others weren’t important to her, just you. I’m not blind. Also, I was standing beneath the balcony a short time ago, and I heard what she said and your accusations as well. I heard her telling you that she’d been innocent until you’d taken her to the cottage.
“You have ruined Miss Stanton-Greville and you have made no move to remedy the situation. The only remedy that would occur to you would be to make her your mistress, and she a young lady of excellent birth and breeding. She is also a young lady of principles. Have you even given a thought to the possibility that you could have gotten her with child? Of course you haven’t. Well, I care about her and I will marry her and if she is pregnant, then she won’t birth a bastard. Damn you, keep that supercilious eyebrow of yours down! Can you swear to me that when you took her at the cottage she wasn’t a virgin?”
Ryder said very quietly, “No, I can’t swear.”
“What you refuse to admit is that you breached her maidenhead, that you took a virgin. She is no harlot, and well you know it. I have told you what I intend. I have given you that much courtesy. At least I’m offering the poor girl a choice, which is more than you’ve thought to do.”
Ryder picked up a small pebble and flung it toward the water. It bounced in the surf. “Just how do you plan to protect her when Sherman Cole comes to arrest her so that he can hang her for murdering her uncle?”
Samuel Grayson looked away from Ryder, out over the sea. “So you believe it better for you to take her away from here along with Jeremy? She would be your mistress, that, or she would be completely alone with no money, no friends, no way to support herself? That is some solution, I warrant!
“God save us all from men who think the world is theirs to command and women there for their selfish pleasures. I have also observed your notion of honor, sir; it burrows deep into your pride, into the years upon years of privilege and wealth you and your family have enjoyed. But the other? The worth of a single girl? Her honor? Her reputation? There is none, there is only your domination of her and her surrender to you, this competition you and all young men revel in. And then you walk away, thinking no more about the girl and what you’ve done to her. No, it will be done my way. If Sherman Cole arrests Sophie, why then, I don’t know. But by God I will think of something. Good day.” Samuel strode away from him, striking his riding crop against his thigh.
Ryder stared after the man. He felt as if he’d been verbally thrashed by his father. His father had been better at it as he recalled, but Samuel wasn’t bad. He snorted as he watched Samuel mount his horse.
He leaned back against the tree trunk again and closed his eyes. Of course he didn’t see the entire world as his to command, only a small bit of it perhaps. So what was wrong with that? He wasn’t selfish; he wasn’t greedy. He took but he didn’t take too much. He didn’t hurt people. And he did give, certainly he did. Jane could tell anyone that as well as his sister, Sinjun.
Was he so unfeeling and selfish? Had his aims been all that ignoble? Was he really the leader of the hounds? No, all that nonsense about proving his virility was just that, nonsense. He was himself and he wasn’t all that bad. He was honorable because it was bred into him, Samuel was right about that, so what was the matter with it? But he felt guilty nonetheless and he felt a fraud, which wasn’t fair.
“Well, hell,” he said to a incredibly huge green turtle who was making a sluggish trail toward the water’s edge. “Well, hell,” he said again.
Samuel Grayson looked at Sophie with bleak eyes. Ryder had been right. She’d refused him without hesitation, but very nicely. She looked tired and somehow defeated. He hated it but didn’t know what to do about it.
She tried to smile at him, but there were tears in her eyes. “You know I cannot,” she said again, for he had remained silent. It seemed he’d used up all his words on Ryder Sherbrooke.
He said finally, his voice tired as his soul, “No, I don’t understand. This shame of yours, it is nonsense. I am not a randy young man with expectations of purity, Sophia. I would that you reconsider.”
Again, without hesitation, she said, “No, I’m sorry, Samuel.” His name felt odd on her lips, for he’d been Mr. Grayson to her the entire four years she’d lived on Jamaica, but when a man proposed, she supposed it wouldn’t be polite to treat him like your father.
“I apologize if this embarrasses you, Sophie, but I know about what Ryder did to you. I know this is your shame. I am sorry for it.”
“He told you?”
“No, certainly not. But he knows that I know. Is it possible you are with child?”
She paled and clutched a chair back. She was shaking her head violently even as she whispered, “Oh no, I couldn’t be, it wouldn’t be fair. Oh Lord, what am I to do?”