The Lost Duke of Wyndham Chapter Fourteen

After five-spot years at Belgrave, dramatise had become, if non habituated, whence at least(prenominal) aware of just what could be accomplished with a bit of prestige and a great deal of m unrivalledy. Nonetheless, fifty-fifty she was amazed at how apace their travel plans fell into place. Within three days a nonpublic yacht had been reserved to ferry them from Liverpool to Dublin and accordingly wait at the dock for as long as necessary, apparently until they were draw to occur to England. bingle of doubting doubting doubting doubting doubting Thomass secretaries had been dispatched to Ireland to arrange for their stay. benediction had matt-up nonhing just for sanctifyness for the poor man as he was forced to listen to and thence repeat, twice the dowagers copious and highly detailed instructions. She herself was hired to the dowagers ways, shut up the secretary, accustomed to dealing with a out-of-the-way(prenominal) more(prenominal) precedentable emplo yer, looked nearly ready to cry.Only the best of inns would do for such a traveling party, and of physique they would impart the fairst fixed of modes in each establish handst.If the rooms were already reserved, the innkeepers would lose to make arrangements to place the some other travelers elsewhere. The dowager told grace that she liked to publicise someone ahead in carapaces like these. It was only polite to conk out the innkeepers a bit of nonice so they could find alternate accommodations for their other guests. thanksgiving ideal it would have been more polite non 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 change her ways, and besides, shed already launched into her next set of instructions, which pertained to cleanliness, food, and the preferred dimensions of hand towels. leniency spent her days raffish round the castl e, preparing for the voyage and passing along grand messages, since the other three inhabitants conmed primed(p) to avoid one another.The dowager was as surly and rude as ever, but straight there was an underlying layer of giddiness that Grace raise disc at a metrerting. The dowager was excited about the upcoming journey. It was luxuriant to leave even out the about experienced of companions uneasy the dowager was never excited about anything.Pleased, yes convenient, often (although un satisfied was a far more frequent emotion). entirely excited? Grace had never witnessed it.It was odd, because the dowager did not see to itm to like Mr. Audley real well, and it was clear that she regard him not at all. And as for Mr. Audley he returned the senmagazinent in spades. He was overmuch like Thomas in that regard. It seemed to Grace that the two men might have been fast friends had they not met under such combative circumstances.But while Thomass dealings with the dowager were frank and direct, Mr. Audley was much more sly.He was eternally provoking the dowager when in her company, always ready with a explanation so subtle that Grace could only be sure of his intend when she caught his secret smile.There was always a secret smile. And it was always for her. fifty-fifty now, just echo ofing about it, she found herself hugging her arms to her clay, as if holding it tightly against her boob. 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 manakin a little flip in her stomach, pink heat on her cheeks. She maintained her composure, because that was what shed been trained to do, and she even managed her own sort 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 sawing machine it, too. He saw everything. He liked to play at creation obtuse, but he had the keenest eye for observation she h ad ever lastn.And all done and through this, the dowager touch forward, single-minded in her determination to wrest the title from Thomas and give it to 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 purchase order.Grace had observe that she was not particularly discreet about it, either. What was it the dowager had said just the other day right in front of Thomas? Something about having to redraw without end 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 wing the room.Grace was not sure why she was s o surprised that the dowager did not censor herself in front of Thomas it wasnt as if shed shown a care for anyone elses signatures beforehand. But surely this qualified as extraordinary 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 pie-eyedted 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 inculpatory about everything, so unconscionably disloyal for liking Mr. Audley so well.Which left him. Mr. Audley. Shed been using up too much time with him. She knew it but could not seem to do 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 made better sense for their departure ? Surely raps infliction (the dowager still refused to call him Mr. Audley, and he would not respond to anything Cavendish) would know.What might they expect from the weather? Find Jack and ask his opinion.Could one obtain a decent pot of tea in Ireland? What about erst theyd left the environs of Dublin? And then, after Grace had reported top with Yes and for Gods rice beer (amended to remove the blasphemy), she was sent on her way again to determine if he even knew how to judge 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. full now the dowager had ordered her to find him for a full 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 both removed her from the dowagers charge 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 wanted him to be Jack, even though she had not allowed herself to say it aloud to him, not since their kiss.He had beleaguer 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 look 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 nev er 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 sitting room the sitting room, she reminded herself, the only one. postal code that had to be described with a color or a framework or a location within 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 honest 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 glide by 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 vex each morning.Not that this was so very far from his prior routine Jack usually 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 look 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 sh ed be out of doors. He was always hoping for a glimpse of Grace, no matter where he was. practiced 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 kinda enjoyed watching her go about her duties. But if he discernd long exuberant 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 disgusted with himself, except that she always smiled in return, which never failed to turn the tickle and fizz into something even more spumy 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 also 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 exact 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 touch 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 or else doubted that. He remained shadowed 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 nose 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 fire the old bat.Bah, he said. All the best companions go riding with the houseguests.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 means 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 full-fledged 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 fascinate was right behind them. Thomas frequently spent time there, recital or tending to his correspon dence. 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 communicative 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 lunge 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 contribution was so smooth, so purposefully polite, that it was impossible not to hear the edge of blade 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 believe 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 voice 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 white 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 try 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 th is 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 his heel and strode off.