The Lost Duke of Wyndham Chapter Fourteen

After five years at Belgrave, ornament had be practise, if not accustomed, then at least aware of just what could be accomplished with a bit of prestige and a great deal of m maveny. N atomic number 53theless, even she was amazed at how quickly their travel plans fell into bustling. Within three days a private yacht had been give upd to ferry them from Liverpool to Dublin and then wait at the dock for as long as necessary, apparently until they were ready to decease to England. whizz of doubting doubting doubting Thomass secretaries had been dispatched to Ireland to arrange for their stay. Grace had matte nothing but pity for the poor man as he was forced to listen to and then repeat, double the dowagers copious and highly detailed instructions. She herself was physical exertiond to the dowagers ways, but the secretary, accustomed to dealing with a farther- take away more than reasonable employer, looked nearly ready to cry.Only the prohibitedstrip of inns would do f or such a traveling party, and of course they would look to the finest set of rooms in each establishment.If the rooms were already reserved, the innkeepers would have to make arrangements to place the other travelers elsewhere. The dowager told Grace that she interchangeabled to send someone ahead in cases like these. It was only polite to give the innkeepers a bit of notice so they could find alternate accommodations for their other guests.Grace thought it would have been more polite not to give the boot to people whose only crime was to reserve a room prior to the dowager, but all she could do was offer the poor secretary a sympathetic smile. The dowager wasnt going to alternate her ways, and besides, shed already launched into her bordering set of instructions, which pertained to cleanliness, food, and the preferred dimensions of hand towels.Grace spent her days dashing about the castle, preparing for the voyage and passing along important messages, since the other three inh abitants seemed intractable to debar one another.The dowager was as surly and rude as ever, but now there was an underlying layer of giddiness that Grace found disconcerting. The dowager was excite about the upcoming journey. It was enough to leave even the most experienced of companions uneasy the dowager was never excited about anything.Pleased, yes satisfied, often (although un satisfied was a far more frequent emotion). yet excited? Grace had never witnessed it.It was matchless, because the dowager did not seem to like Mr. Audley very well, and it was clear that she respected him not at all. And as for Mr. Audley he returned the sen cadencent in spades. He was much like Thomas in that regard. It seemed to Grace that the two men might have been fast friends had they not met under such strained circumstances.But while Thomass dealings with the dowager were frank and direct, Mr. Audley was much more sly.He was unendingly provoking the dowager when in her company, always read y with a comment so subtle that Grace could only be sure of his meaning when she caught his secret smile.There was always a secret smile. And it was always for her.Even now, just thinking about it, she found herself hugging her arms to her body, as if holding it tightly against her nubble. When he smiled at her, she felt it as if it were more than something to be seen. It landed upon her like a kiss, and her body responded in kind a little flip in her stomach, pink heat on her cheeks. She retained her composure, because that was what shed been trained to do, and she even managed her own categorization of reply the tiniest of curves at the corners of her mouth, maybe a change in the way she held her gaze. She knew he power saw it, too. He saw everything. He liked to play at being obtuse, but he had the keenest eye for observation she had ever known.And all through this, the dowager pressed forward, single-minded in her determination to wrest the title from Thomas and give it t o Mr. Audley. When the dowager spoke of their upcoming journey, it was never if they found proof, it was when they found it. Already she had begun to plan how best to announce the change to the rest of society.Grace had noticed that she was not particularly discreet about it, either. What was it the dowager had said just the other day right in confront of Thomas? Something about having to redraw endless contracts to reflect the proper ducal name. She had even turned to him and asked if he thought that anything hed signed while duke was legally binding.Grace had thought Thomas a master of restraint for not throttling her on the spot. Indeed, all he said was,It will hardly be my problem should that come to pass. And then, with a mocking bow in the dowagers direction, he left the room.Grace was not sure why she was so surprised that the dowager did not censor herself in front of Thomas it wasnt as if shed shown a care for anyone elses feelings before. But surely this qualified as ext raordinary circumstances. Surely even Augusta Cavendish could see where it might be hurtful to stand in front of Thomas and talk about how she planned to go about his public humiliation.And as for Thomas he was not himself. He was drinking too much, and when he wasnt closeted in his study, he stalked about the house like a moody lion. Grace tried to avoid him, partly because he was in such poor temper, but mostly because she felt so guilty about everything, so unconscionably disloyal for liking Mr. Audley so well.Which left him. Mr. Audley. Shed been spending too much duration with him. She knew it but could not seem to help herself. And it really wasnt her fault. The dowager kept sending her on errands that put her in his sphere.Liverpool or Holyhead which port do better sense for their departure? Surely Jack (the dowager still refused to weep him Mr. Audley, and he would not respond to anything Cavendish) would know.What might they expect from the weather? Find Jack and ask h is opinion.Could one obtain a decent pot of tea in Ireland? What about once theyd left the purlieu of Dublin? And then, after Grace had reported back with Yes and for Gods sake (amended to remove the blasphemy), she was sent on her way again to determine if he even knew how to reckon a teas quality.It was almost embarrassing to ask him this. It should have been, but by that point they were bursting out laughing just at the sight of each other. It was like that all the time now. He would smile. And then she would smile. And she was reminded just how much better she liked herself when she had reason to smile.Just now the dowager had ordered her to find him for a wide-eyed accounting of their proposed route through Ireland, which Grace found odd, since she would have thought the dowager had worked that out by then.But she was not about to complain, not when the task two removed her from the dowagers presence and placed her in Mr. Audleys. Jack, she whispered to herself. He was Jack . His name suited him perfectly, dashing and carefree.John was far too staid, and Mr. Audley too formal. She hopeed him to be Jack, even though she had not allowed herself to say it aloud to him, not since their kiss.He had teased her about it he always teased her about it. Hed prodded and cajoled and told her she must use his given name or he would not respond, but she remained steadfast. Because once she did, she was afraid she could never go back. And she was already so perilously close to losing her heart forever.It could happen. It would happen if she let it. She had only to let go. She could close her eyes and imagine a futurewith him, and children, and so much laughter.But not here. Not at Belgrave, with him as the duke.She wanted Sillsby back. Not the house, since that could never be, but the feeling of it. The comfortable warmth, the kitchen garden that her mother had never been too important to attend. She wanted the evenings in the session room the sitting room, she reminded herself, the only one. Nothing that had to be described with a color or a fabric or a location in spite of appearance the building. She wanted to read by the fire with her husband, pointing out bits that amused her, and laughing when he did the same.That was what she wanted, and when she had the courage to be expert with herself, she knew that she wanted it with him.But she wasnt often honest with herself. What was the point? He didnt know who he was how could she know what to dream?She was protecting herself, holding her heart in armor until she had an answer. Because if he was the Duke of Wyndham, then she was a fool.As fine a house as Belgrave was, Jack much preferred to spend time out of doors, and now that his mount had been transferred to the Wyndham stables (where his horse was certainly wallowing in joy over the endless carrots and warm accommodations), he had taken up the habit of a ride each morning.Not that this was so very far from his prior routine Jack usual ly found himself on horseback by late morning. The difference was that before hed been going somewhere, or, on occasion, fleeing from somewhere. Now he was out and about for sport, for constitutional exercise. Strange, the life of a gentleman. Physical exertion was achieved through organized behavior, and not, as the rest of society got it, through an honest days work.Or a dishonest one, as the case often was.He was returning to the house it was difficult to call it a castle, even though thats what it was it always made him want to roll his eyes on his fourth day at Belgrave, feeling invigorated by the soft bite of the wind over the fields.As he walked up the steps to the main door, he caught himself peering this way and that, hoping for a glimpse of Grace even though it was highly unlikely shed be out of doors. He was always hoping for a glimpse of Grace, no matter where he was. Just the sight of her made something tickle and fizz within his chest. Half the time she did not even see him, which he did not mind. He rather enjoyed watching her go about her duties. But if he stared long enough and he always did there was never any good reason to place his eyes anywhere else she always sensed him. Eventually, even if he was at an odd angle, or obscured in shadows, she felt his presence, and shed turn.He always tried to play the seducer then, to gaze at her with smoldering intensity, to see if shed melt in a pool of whimpering desire.But he never did. Because all he could do, whenever she looked back at him, was smile like a lovesick fool. He would have been repel with himself, except that she always smiled in return, which never failed to turn the tickle and fizz into something even more bubbly and carefree.He pushed open the door to Belgraves front hall, pausing for a moment once he was inside. It took a few seconds to adjust to the abrupt lack of wind, and indeed, his body gave an unprompted little shake, as if to push away the chill. This in addition gave him time to glance about the hall, and indeed, he was rewarded for his diligence.Miss Eversleigh he called out, since she was at the far end of the long space, presumably off on another one of the dowagers ridiculous errands.Mr. Audley, she said, smiling as she walked toward him.He shrugged off his coat (presumably purloined from the ducal closet) and handed it to a footman, marveling, as always, at how the servants seemed to materialize from nowhere, always at the lead moment they were needed.Someone had trained them well. He was close enough to his military days to appreciate this.Grace reached his side before he had even pulled off his gloves. Have you been out for a ride? she asked.Indeed. Its a perfect day for it.Even with all the wind?Its best with wind.I trust you were reunited with your horse?Indeed. Lucy and I make a fine team.You ride a mare?A gelding.She blinked with curiosity, but not, strangely, surprise. You named your gelding Lucy?He gave his shrug a bit of dramatic flair. It is one of those stories that loses something in the retelling.In truth, it involved drink, three separate wagers, and a propensity for the contrary that he was not certain he was proud of.I am not much of an equestrienne, she said. It was not an apology, just a statement of fact.By choice or circumstance?A bit of both, she replied, and she looked a bit curious, as if shed never thought to ask herself that question.You shall have to join me sometime. She smiled ruefully. I hardly think that falls within the scope of my duties to the dowager.Jack rather doubted that. He remained jealous of the dowagers motives as pertained to Grace she seemed to thrust Grace in his direction at every possible occasion, like some piece of ripened fruit, dangled before his wind to entice him to stay put. He found it all rather appalling, but wasnt about to deny himself the pleasure of Graces company just to spite the old bat.Bah, he said. All the best companions go riding with the housegues ts.Oh. So dubious. Really.Well, they do in my imagination, at least.Grace shook her head, not even trying not to smile. Mr. AudleyBut he was looking this way and that, his manner almost comically surreptitious. I think were alone,he whispered.Grace leaned in, feeling very sly. Which means?You can call me Jack.She pretended to consider. No, I dont think so.I wont tell.Mmmm Her nose scrunched, and then a matter-of-fact No.You did it once.She pressed her lips together, suppressing not a smile, but a mature laugh. That was a mistake.Indeed.Grace gasped and turned. It was Thomas.Where the devil did he come from? Mr. Audley murmured.From the small saloon, Grace thought miserably. The entrance was right behind them. Thomas frequently spent time there, reading or tending to his correspondence. He said he liked the afternoon light.But it wasnt afternoon. And he smelled like brandy.A pleasant conversation, Thomas drawled. One of many, I assume.Were you eavesdropping? Mr. Audley said mildly. For shame.Your grace, Grace began, I Its Thomas, he cut in derisively, or dont you recall? Youve used my name far more than once.Grace felt her cheeks grow hot. Shed not been sure how much of the conversation Thomas had heard.Apparently, most of it.Is that so? Mr. Audley said. In that case, I insist you call me Jack. He turned to Thomas and shrugged. Its only fair.Thomas made no verbal reply, although his thunderous expression spoke volumes. Mr. Audley turned back to her and said, I shall call you Grace.You will not, Thomas snapped.Mr. Audley remained as calm as ever. Does he always make these decisions for you?This is my house, Thomas returned.Possibly not for long, Mr. Audley murmured.Grace actually lurched forward, so sure was she that Thomas was going to stumble at him. But in the end Thomas only chuckled.He chuckled, but it was an awful sound.Just so you know, he said, looking Mr. Audley in the eye, she doesnt come with the house.Grace looked at him in shock.Just what do you mean by that? Mr. Audley inquired, and his phonate was so smooth, so purposefully polite, that it was impossible not to hear the bunt of steel underneath.I think you know.Thomas, Grace said, trying to intercede.Oh, were back to Thomas, are we?I think he fancies you, Miss Eversleigh, Mr. Audley said, his tone almost cheerful.Dont be ridiculous, Grace said immediately. Because he didnt. He couldnt. If Thomas had Well, hed had years to make it known, not that anything could have come of it.Thomas crossed his arms and gave Mr. Audley a stare the sort that sent most men scurrying for the corners.Mr. Audley merely smiled. And then he said, I wouldnt wish to keep you from your responsibilities.It was a dismissal, elegantly worded and undeniably rude. Grace could not intrust it. No one spoke to Thomas that way.But Thomas smiled back. Ah, now they are my responsibilities?While the house is still yours.Its not just a house, Audley.Do you think I dont know that?No one spoke. Mr. Audleys v oice had been a hiss, low and urgent.And scared.Excuse me, Thomas said abruptly, and while Grace watched in silence, he turned and walked back into the small saloon, shutting the door firmly behind him.After what felt like an eternity, just staring at the flannel paint on the door, Grace turned back to Mr.Audley. You should not have provoked him.Oh, I should not have been provoking?She let out a tense breath. Surely you understand what a difficult position he is in.As opposed to mine, he said, in quite the most awful voice shed heard him use. How I adore being kidnapped and held against my will.No one has a gun to your head.Is that what you think? His tone was mocking, and his eyes said he could not believe her naivete.I dont think you even want it, Grace said. How was it this had not occurred to her before? How had she not seen it?Want what? he practically snapped.The title. You dont, do you?The title, he said icily, doesnt want me.She could only stare in horror as he turned on hi s heel and strode off.