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Authors: Claire Thornton
âMy God!' Lord Ellewood drew in a deep, unsteady breath. âI didn't expect that. Harry as well, you say? My God!'
âThey'll come when I signal to them,' said Benoît. âAnd I'll do that when you give me the word.'
âNo more ambushes, hey?' Lord Ellewood tried to inject a note of liveliness into his voice. âThat seems to be my destiny on these beaches, doesn't it? To walk in darkness and run blindly on my fate.'
âNot necessarily,' said Benoît calmly.
âMy God! I hope if you and Angelica have children they inherit
your
tact!' Lord Ellewood exclaimed forcefully. âWhy don't you just tell me I've made my own darkness these past two years?'
Benoît chuckled.
âThat
would
be impertinent, wouldn't it?' he observed.
âI think your own children are getting rather impatient, my lord. May Iâ¦?'
âYes, yes,' said Lord Ellewood hastily.
They began to walk back along the beach. The Earl listened intently for sounds of Angelica and Harry's approach. Then he heard quickly running feet.
âAngelica?'
âPapa.' She flung her arms around him.
Lord Ellewood hesitated fractionally, then embraced his daughter stiffly. It was still so hard to unbend.
But it was even harder not to respond to her. He felt her sunny curls beneath his harsh cheek, and suddenly he was hugging her so tightly she thought her ribs might crack. He had been afraid he might never hold her in his arms again.
âHarry's home, Papa.' She lifted her head to look at him.
The Earl grunted, not trusting himself to speak. He lifted his hand almost tentatively, and felt the tears which stained her cheeks.
âOf course he is,' he said gruffly. âDo you really think I'd entrust my son's life to an incompetent jackass? Well, where's Harry, by God?'
âHere, sir.' Lord Lennard came forward, grinning broadly.
His likeness to Angelica was unmistakable. His unruly curls were almost angelic in their golden fairness, and his blue eyes were as clear and lucid as hers. But his debt to his father was also clearly apparent. He was thin-faced and sallow from months of hardship, but there was no doubting
the determination in his firm jaw, or the vigour in his long-limbed body.
Lord Ellewood gripped his son's shoulder fiercely.
âGood lad,' he said roughly. âYou've seen some sport since you were last home, I'll be bound. You must tell me all about it.'
âYes, sir!' said Harry enthusiastically.
âI look forward to it.' The Earl shook Harry back and forwards a couple of times to emphasise his words. Then he turned his attention back to Angelica.
âNo more books for you,' he said abruptly. âNo more books for me, either. I've been talking to Adam Kennett. He plays a damned good game of chess! He won't tell me how he managed to get himself wounded, but he
has
told me about the tricks Faulkener's groom teaches his horses. So I was thinkingâhow hard can it be to ride along an empty beach?'
Angelica stared at her father in amazement, then turned to look at Benoît. He grinned.
âI'll talk to Thomas immediately, my lord,' he promised.
âGood! We've wasted enough time,' said Lord Ellewood briskly. He hesitated. âI've been following your husband's career for years,' he said gruffly to Angelica. âYou've made an excellent choice, girl. I'm proud of you! Harry!' he continued before Angelica could respond.
âYes, sir.'
âWalk me down the beach,' the Earl commanded. âI want to hear all about
your
adventures now!'
Angelica turned to Benoît as her father and brother strode away. Tears of happiness and relief sparkled in her eyes as he took her in his arms.
âI'm so happy,' she whispered. âAfter all these months of waiting, you've come homeâand Papaâ¦' her voice was temporarily suspended. âI didn't mean to cry,' she murmured, leaning her head against his broad shoulder.
Benoît smiled, stroking her golden curls gently.
âI'm not complaining,
mon aimée,
' he said softly. âI think my impatience to get home was greater than Harry's! I've never left a wife behind before. It's an experience I intend to avoid in the future!'
Angelica gave a watery chuckle.
âI'll hold you to that,' she assured him, and sighed contentedly, happy simply to be in his arms.
The past few months had been very hard. She had done her best not to worry about Benoît and Harry, but it hadn't been easy.
And all the time she had known her father was only a few miles away, enduring exactly the same anxiety, but refusing even to speak to her. There had been so many occasions when she'd longed to talk to him; but she hadn't visited him a third time because she hadn't been able to bear the possibility that he might reject her yet again.
But now she was here on the sunlit beach with her husband, and the Earl had said he was proud of her.
She lifted her head and looked at Benoît. His brown eyes
gleamed with the familiar half-teasing, wholly loving expression as they smiled into hers. His black hair glinted in the sunshine, but his lean, watchful face was relaxed and unguarded. The wolf within him slept.
She touched his cheek with gentle fingers, then slipped her arms around his neck, drawing his head down to hers.
âI am so glad you're home,' she murmured. âI missed you so much.'
He kissed her gently, and then with growing passion. The blue sky arched above them, and only the lightest of summer breezes tugged at Angelica's skirt. It was hard to remember how bleak and desolate the seashore could beâand the pitched battles which had been fought here.
âHmm,' said Benoît rather hoarsely, some time later. âI think I've mentioned before the hazards of going out in public with you, my lady!'
Angelica started to laugh from pure joy, and a second later he was laughing with her. He picked her up and swung her exuberantly round on the shining sands, while seabirds rose, protesting, above them.
âFaulkener!'
Benoît set Angelica down on her feet again and they turned to see Lord Ellewood striding towards them. Angelica tensed instinctively. It was a long time since she had seen her father move so purposefully, but then she saw Harry was grinning and she relaxed.
âFaulkener!'
âYes, my lord,' Benoît responded, his hand still on Angelica's waist.
âWilliam's been telling me tales about a villainous gang of smugglers that were terrorising the countryside a few months ago,' said the Earl energetically. âHe said he found it impossible to obtain any solid evidence against them. Everyone was too frightened to talk. Then one day the three ringleaders vanished and the whole thing fell apart.'
âReally, my lord?' Benoît said politely.
He drew Angelica back to lean against him, slipping his arms loosely around her waist from behind, and looked at the Earl over the top of her head.
âSo I understand,' said Lord Ellewood briskly. âHopwood's been going around in a state of thwarted curiosity for the past three months. He almost came to blows with Kennett the other day when Adam swore he didn't know anything about it!'
âDear me,' said Benoît mildly. âWhy should he suppose Adam knows anything about it?'
âBecause you're as thick as thieves?' Lord Ellewood suggested dryly.
He laughed suddenly, startling and delighting Angelica because it was so long since she'd seen her father in such a good humour.
âNow you're back, you can indulge
my
curiosity,' he said pleasantly. âIn lieu of asking for permission to marry my daughter. What the devil
did
you do with those murderous brutes, Faulkener?'
Angelica twisted in Benoît's arms to glance up at him. A twinkle of shared amusement passed between them, then Benoît glanced from Harry to Lord Ellewood and grinned.
âThey suffered the same fate you once suggested for me, my lord,' he said matter-of-factly, but with a hint of amusement in his voice. âI had them pressed into the navy.'
ISBN: 978-1-4592-2985-3
THE WOLF'S PROMISE
Copyright © 1996 by Alice Thornton
First North American publication 2006
Originally published in Great Britain in 1996 under the name of Alice Thornton.
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