I would appreciate a word with you first. I will be waiting for you in the east garden.
Isabel
Chapter 4.
a.s.suming Isabel didn"t want anyone to know of their meeting, Marcus did not, as was his wont, ride up to the ma.s.sive front entrance of Manning Court that evening. Nearly as familiar with the layout of the grounds of Lord Manning"s estate as he was with his own, he approached the house from the rear and discreetly tied his horse to a large lime tree that grew near the edge of the extensive gardens that surrounded the house.
Entering through a delicate iron-worked gate set in the stone walls that surrounded the gardens, Marcus leisurely walked down one of the crushed rock pathways that meandered through the meticulously maintained shrubs and perennials. The scent of roses and lilacs hung heavy in the air and, following a bend in the path, he came upon a charming bower covered with pink roses, flanked by several purple lilac bushes. A stone bench was in the middle of the bower and, at his approach, the small figure seated there leaped upright.
"Oh, thank goodness, you are here!" cried Isabel, looking charming in a high waisted confection of white India muslin embroidered with gold thread. Her vivid red hair was caught up in a pair of braids arranged in bandeaux across the top of her head and several curls had been coaxed to frame her face. A pair of beige cameo earrings graced her ears and a small matching cameo locket hanging from a gold chain around her neck was her only jewelry.
Marcus"s breath caught at the sight of her, and his heart, usually a most reliable organ, leaped like a gigged frog in his chest. He"d been hoping that his unexpected awareness of Isabel as a desirable female earlier in the day had been a not-ever-to-be-repeated aberration. He"d convinced himself that when next he faced her he would be able to view her only as his former troublesome ward and Hugh Manning"s widow and nothing more. Certainly he did not want to see her as a woman he"d enjoy in his bed. Unfortunately, before him stood a woman who made his pulse pound and caused the most indecent thoughts to dance in his head.
A certain part of his anatomy swelled in readiness and, cursing it and himself, he desperately sought to regain his composure. But composure seemed to have entirely deserted him and he couldn"t tear his eyes away from her dainty form and face. Rocked back on his heels by his reaction to her, he wondered bewilderedly why he had never before noticed the sweet curve of her bottom lip or the gentle swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s revealed by the low neckline of her gown. His fingers twitched and it was all he could do to stop them from cupping her head and bringing that impossibly tempting mouth next to his. It would be so easy....
His hand actually lifted, his body already antic.i.p.ating the taste and texture of her mouth when Isabel brought him back to his senses by saying sharply, "What is wrong with you? Why are you staring at me so?"
Marcus"s eyes dropped to his half-lifted hand and he stared at it in horror. Good G.o.d! A moment more and she would have been in his arms and he would have been kissing her. Kissing her in a manner that would have shocked her right down to her pretty little gold slippers. Struggling with the sensation that his world had tilted on its axis, he shook his head. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he said testily, "Nothing is wrong with me." His gaze fell on the riot of roses behind her and, seeking a distraction, he muttered, "I wasn"t staring at you, I was, uh, admiring the roses."
Her eyes narrowed. Hands on her hips, she demanded, "Are you foxed?"
Marcus shook his head, not blaming her in the least for thinking him drunk. He felt drunk, but not from any spirits concocted by man. Regaining some control over his brain, he said quickly, "I hope you haven"t been waiting long."
She studied him a moment longer then shrugged. "No, I haven"t been here long."
He forced a smile and asked, "What did you want to discuss? We knew there was the possibility that Whitley would mention the engagement to someone and we discussed our options thoroughly this morning." He frowned. "It was unfortunate that it had to be Edmund who heard the news first, but now that the news is public-perhaps sooner than we liked-we won"t have to skulk around waiting for the ax to fall. We shall accept the congratulations of our friends with a pleasant smile...and in a few weeks or a month or so, we can stage a very loud, very public argument and you can cry off." More certain of his ground, he grinned at her. "I shall act a perfect beast; everyone will feel sorry for you and congratulate you on your near escape." When Isabel remained silent, he added, "You can even throw your betrothal ring in my face-that should resolve our problem."
"I don"t have a ring," she said dryly.
"That is easily rectified," he replied with a smile.
Marcus fumbled in his vest pocket and brought out a dazzling sapphire and diamond ring. Almost shyly for such a usually confident man, he murmured, "I know it"s not a new ring, but it is a family heirloom: my grandfather gave it to my grandmother upon the occasion of the birth of my father. She wore it until the day she died. Mother never wore it, she never cared for it overmuch." When Isabel remained silent and just stared at the ring, he added hastily, "You don"t have to wear it if you don"t want to and if you positively loathe it, I can buy something different that you will like." Her frozen stance and deafening silence was unnerving and awkwardly, he explained, "After I, uh, received your message this afternoon, I realized that, er, we would probably need a ring. Before riding over here this evening, I looked at the family jewels hoping to find something suitable. This ring caught my attention. It, uh, made me think of you."
Wondering why she suddenly felt like bursting into tears, Isabel stared mutely at the glowing sapphire ring. The ring was just the sort of jewelry that appealed to her, and the knowledge that Marcus"s grandmother had treasured the ring that Marcus was offering to her made the tears even harder to blink back. A lump lodged in her throat.
Avoiding precisely this kind of situation had been one of the reasons she had been against a sham engagement in the first place. How could she accept his grandmother"s ring knowing it was only pretend? How could she accept all the congratulations of friends and family knowing that it was a lie?
Her heart aching, Isabel bit her lip and looked away. The falsehoods were only beginning, she thought painfully. The announcement had been only the first of many to come and the expressions of wild delight on the faces on her son and father-in-law flashed through her mind and her misery deepened.
For the past several hours, Edmund had gamboled at her heels like a puppy, prattling on and on about how happy he was that she was going to marry Mr. Sherbrook. "I like Mr. Sherbrook," Edmund had said numerous times, a sunny smile creasing his face. "I"ll miss living at Manning Court to be sure, but Sherbrook Hall is very nice and I can come and stay with Grandfather whenever I want. It isn"t like we"ll be living miles and miles away." He"d hugged her tightly and exclaimed, "Oh, Mother! This is grand! I know that Mr. Sherbrook will not be my real father, but if I had to have a stepfather, I"d lief it be him more than anyone else in the whole world."
Every word her son spoke had been a dagger in her heart. Unable to listen to his delighted prattle any longer, she had fled to her rooms. Feeling more in command of herself, she had bathed and dressed for dinner, lingering at her dressing table as long as she dared, hoping to avoid further discussion about the engagement. But hurrying through the house this evening on her way to the east garden, she had been waylaid by her father-in-law. Clasping her hand in his, he looked her up and down, a twinkle in his eye. "You look very grand tonight," Lord Manning complimented her. "I think being engaged is good for you; I"ve never seen you in such looks." Pinching her cheek affectionately, he scolded, "Naughty puss, keeping such an important event a secret from me." His face softened and he said, "I cannot tell you how happy this makes me-and not just because of Mrs. Appleton. You are too young and too lovely to spend the rest of your days a widow. Sherbrook is a fine man and I cannot think of anyone I"d rather see you marry." For a moment a shadow crossed his features, then he shook himself and added huskily, "Hugh would have wanted for you to marry again. It would have made him unhappy to know that you have buried yourself away from the world and I"m certain that he would have approved of Sherbrook. Edmund needs a younger man"s hand to guide him and it is past time for you to have a husband. Sherbrook will do very well for you."
Feeling the worst kind of fraud, Isabel blinked back tears and scurried to the garden. Her thoughts, as she had waited for Marcus"s arrival, had been unpleasant and painful, but they had only confirmed her earlier decision. She could not deceive Edmund and Lord Manning in such a craven manner. Imagining the devastated expressions on their faces if the betrothal were to end in anything but marriage, she shuddered. How could she face them? Having raised their hopes and expectations, how could she disappoint them in such a manner? No. She could not-even if it meant a marriage she did not want. Looking at the ring he held in his fingers, she reminded herself acidly that this situation was all his fault and that it wasn"t her fault if there were unforeseen consequences...consequences he might not like. The ring put the seal on her earlier decision and she took a deep breath, her way clear. Marcus didn"t know it yet, but there would be no broken engagement. She would marry him. And G.o.d help them all.
Staring at the proffered ring, she knew the last time it had been given to a woman it had been done with love and delight, and that only made the ache in her heart deepen. This should have been a joyous occasion, but the sight of that ring held in Marcus"s fingers only made her want to cry. Confronted with her decision that there would be no pretend engagement, she knew that Marcus would honor his word and marry her. So, why, she wondered bleakly, did that notion fill her with despair?
Ignoring the lump in her throat, she gingerly stuck out her hand and allowed him to slip the ring on her finger. As the ring slid onto her finger, something clenched inside of her. Why did this feel so right, when it was all so very wrong? To her surprise, the ring fit as if made for her, and she glanced up at Marcus.
As if guessing her thoughts, he said, "Grandmother was delicately made. My grandfather used to tease that he had to shake the sheets to find her." Softly, he added, "He adored her all of his life and she him. They had a long, happy marriage."
Her eyes on the ring, Isabel said thickly, "Thank you. I shall treasure it for the time that it is mine."
Too full of emotion to say more, Isabel motioned for him to follow her into the bower. When they were both seated on the stone bench, her hands in her lap, her eyes on the gleaming sapphire and diamond ring that lay warm and heavy on her finger, she sought to gather her thoughts.
Marcus watched her for several seconds, aware that she was troubled. "What is it?" he finally asked when he could bear no longer to see her look so unhappy. "Did you mistake Lord Manning"s reaction? Is he upset with the news?" He smiled faintly. "Or is it Edmund? Perhaps he wasn"t as fond of me as you thought?"
Isabel shook her head. "No," she said quietly. "They are both over the moon about it."
With one long finger beneath her chin, Marcus gently turned her face in his direction. "Then what, my dear? What makes you look as if you are facing the gallows?"
Her eyes met his. "I don"t think," she said miserably, "that you"ve thought of all the ramifications of telling Whitley that we were engaged."
He frowned. "What do you mean? So far nothing has happened that we didn"t antic.i.p.ate."
Looking down again at the ring on her finger, she asked, "After you received my note this afternoon, did you write your mother with the news of our engagement? Or your cousins? Aunts?"
Still frowning, Marcus shook his head. "No. I thought I would wait until tomorrow to write Mother."
"But you are going to write her?" she pressed, still not looking at him.
"Of course! She has to know." He was silent a moment, then said slowly, "And if I don"t write them, my cousins and aunts will learn of it from my mother." He sighed, the inkling of the problems facing them beginning to trickle into his brain. "I suppose I"d a.s.sumed we could keep the news of the betrothal fairly local, I didn"t realize until just now precisely how far the ripples would spread."
"Do you think your mother will be happy to hear of our engagement?" Isabel asked neutrally.
Marcus laughed. "Oh, I expect that Mother will be like Lord Manning-delighted with the news. She"s mentioned, upon rare occasion, that she"d like to see me marry. She"s always had a fondness for you and I expect that she will be thrilled to learn that we are engaged." He smiled faintly. "And don"t forget; Edmund is a favorite of hers."
Isabel looked at him then. "And will she be equally happy when we break our engagement in a few weeks?"
He stiffened and he stared at her, the image of his mother"s face crumpling and tears shimmering in her eyes flashing before him. Just as his mother would be overjoyed at the news of his engagement to Isabel, she would be utterly desolated at its ending. And his other relatives that would have been drawn into the net, what of them? What of his cousins, Julian and Charles, how would they feel? They would, he was positive, be pleased that he was on the brink of marriage, but how would they feel when they learned that his engagement was over? What about Nell, Julian"s wife? Daphne, Charles"s bride? And his aunts, the other members of the far-flung Weston family and all his friends? They would be, he knew, full of congratulations at the news that he was finally marrying, but how would they react when they learned the betrothal had been ended?
Marcus didn"t doubt that some would take it in stride and dismiss it with a shrug, but others...Others, he thought horrified, like his mother, would be crushed or, like Nell, deeply saddened when they learned the news. Nell, especially, would mourn the ending of the engagement and try to console him, and he knew that Charles and Julian would give him manly, silent support but would be very disappointed that the betrothal had ended and they would suffer for him. And his mother...his mother would suffer most. He swallowed with difficulty. His face felt hot, his chest tight. Good G.o.d! How could he do that to them? Raise their expectations, knowing it was all a lie and that there was never any question of marriage taking place? In that moment, the trap, the trap of his own making snapped shut.
He stared at Isabel, the realization that there would be no escape, no ending of their engagement apparent in the expression that crossed his face. In a voice devoid of emotion, he said, "It would make my mother very, very unhappy if the engagement were to end. She would be devastated...." His gaze dropped to the ring on her finger. "Many people," he admitted reluctantly, "especially those dearest to us, will be hurt and disappointed if we do not marry." A shudder went through him. In a low voice he added, "Call me a coward if you like, but given the choice, I believe I would rather face a fire-breathing dragon empty-handed than tell my mother that we do not suit and have changed our minds."
Isabel smiled bitterly. "Exactly."
Marcus"s gray eyes met hers. "I suppose this is what you wanted to talk about?"
Isabel nodded. "I thought," she said quietly, "that we might be able to brush through this entire...situation, without incident." Her voice thickened. "You were not there and did not see how ecstatic both my father-in-law and son were with the news of our engagement. It would be cruel to play out this farce knowing..." She fought for composure. Her eyes dark with emotion, she said, "I cannot mislead them in such a heartless fashion."
Marcus agreed. It would indeed be cruel to lead everyone to believe there would be a marriage between them knowing full well that they planned nothing of the sort. The engagement would have to stand...and eventually they would marry. The sensation of a noose tightening around his neck a.s.sailed him for just a second, but then he shrugged it off. Marriage to Isabel would not be so very bad. And if he had to marry...A crooked smile curved his long mouth. "It would seem, my dear," he said wryly, "that we are well and truly engaged and that instead of planning the ending of our engagement, we will be planning our wedding."
She hadn"t been aware of how important his reaction to the knowledge that they could not just blithely call off the engagement had been to her, but at his words, a great sense of relief rushed through her. She"d known that he was an honorable man and she"d been certain that he would not cut up rough. He"d already indicated he would marry her if events warranted it, she"d reminded herself, but it was one thing to speak hypothetically and another to actually carry through and there had been a tiny nagging doubt at the back of her mind. It cheered her to know that she had not been mistaken in his character and that he understood precisely the reasons why they could not end their engagement.
But this was only the first hurdle they faced, she thought tiredly, her relief vanishing as if it had never been. Thinking of her marriage to Hugh and the promise she had made as he lay dying, panic flooded her. The other hurdle might not be so easily cleared....
Unwilling to dwell on the future and what it held, she forced herself to meet Marcus"s smile, and say lightly, "And I hope that you have learned the wisdom of thinking before you speak."
A genuine laugh escaped from him. "Of that I think you can be safely a.s.sured." Lifting her hand, he bent his head and pressed a soft, warm kiss to the back of it. Holding her fingers in his, his eyes searched hers. "This isn"t what either of us planned, but I think we shall do well together, you and I."
She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that they would have a good marriage together, but inwardly she quaked. No, marriage wasn"t what either of them had planned and their marriage, she thought miserably, would be a great deal less than he could conceive.
Dinner was a pleasant, if not entirely comfortable, affair. In addition to Mrs. Appleton, resplendent in a shot silk gown in pleasing shades of soft blues, Isabel"s uncle and aunt, Sir James and Lady Agatha, had also been invited. Edmund, looking very adult in a dark blue jacket and a neatly tied cravat, had been allowed on this special occasion to join the adults for dinner. Isabel"s only admonishment had been that he would have to content himself with lemonade instead of the champagne everyone else would be drinking. He made a face, but then he grinned at her. "I"ll wager Mr. Sherbrook would let me drink champagne."
She"d smiled back at him, her heart aching just a little at how much he looked like his father in that moment. "Perhaps," she said lightly, caressing his cheek. "But he isn"t your stepfather yet. Until he is, I make the rules."
With his usual sunny nature, Edmund accepted her decree and was on his best behavior throughout the evening.
Naturally, everyone was astonished by the news of the engagement, and during much of the meal, in between the various toasts that were drunk to Marcus and Isabel"s health and their future together, there were exclamations of surprise from the other diners.
"Oh, but aren"t you just the sly one," said Lady Agatha, her dark eyes full of speculation, and perhaps just a touch of malice, as they rested on Isabel"s face. "Keeping secrets and hiding behind the fiction that you couldn"t abide each other. It was very clever of you; no one had any idea that an engagement was in the offing."
Even in her youth, Agatha Paley had been a handsome woman rather than a pretty one. Tall and thin, with black hair, her features were almost mannish, her nose long, her chin p.r.o.nounced and her eyes deep set under heavy dark brows and as she approached her fiftieth year not even age had softened her looks. In Isabel"s opinion, Agatha had always been a cold, unfeeling woman and her marriage to Sir James had changed nothing. There was a long history of discord between the two women: before marriage to Sir James, Agatha had been Isabel"s governess, and the longing to escape from Agatha"s rigid rules had been partially responsible for Isabel"s rash marriage to Hugh Manning.
Returning to England as Hugh"s widow and taking her place with her son in Lord Manning"s household had saved Isabel from finding herself once more under Lady Agatha"s thumb. It had also prevented the inevitable open conflict between the two women. In the intervening time, Isabel had worked hard at making some sort of peace with the other woman and making certain Edmund knew his great-uncle and the house his mother had grown up in. Agatha and Isabel would never be fond of each other, but they had managed to form a polite relationship; but every now and then, Agatha"s claws still showed. Isabel could not help showing some of her own.
Forcing a smile, Isabel glanced at her aunt and murmured, "Yes, we were very careful; one does so hate to be the object of gossip and innuendo. I"m certain you of all people understand."
Isabel"s reason for keeping the courtship quiet was remarkably similar to the one Agatha had given out when her sudden marriage to Sir James fifteen years ago had caused a nine days" wonder in the neighborhood. Beyond a tightening of her lips, Agatha gave no other sign that the barb had found its mark.
Aware of the strained relationship between the two women, Clara Appleton rushed in, saying brightly, "Oh, I just think it is so romantic!" She sent a warm glance toward Marcus. "Your mother, I know, will be delirious with delight once she learns of the engagement. If she"s said it once, she"s said a hundred times how happy she will be when you marry and set up your own nursery."
Marcus smiled at her. "And of course, we all know that I live to please my mother."
"Oh, la, don"t you take that tone with me," Clara replied, shaking a teasing finger at him. "Your mother has told me often enough what a wonderful son you are."
"It"s a fine match, no doubt about it," remarked Sir James, his pleasure obvious. Well into his seventies, with his merry blue eyes and chubby pink cheeks and only a few tufts of white hair circling his bald pate he had always reminded Isabel of an adorable little cherub. They made an odd couple: Sir James rotund, Agatha thin, and because of his short stature, his nearly bald head barely bobbed above his wife"s shoulders. In fact to Isabel"s mind, Agatha towered over him like a black, thin-legged stork next to a round little partridge.
Raising his gla.s.s high, Sir James said, "Another toast! May the pair of you have a long and happy life together." He smiled warmly at Isabel. "Ah, my dear, your father would have been delighted at this happy turn of events. So everyone drink up: to Isabel and Marcus-long life and happiness."
"I"ll drink to that," said Lord Manning, a broad grin on his face. In fact, Isabel didn"t think he, or Edmund for that matter, had stopped smiling since they"d learned of the engagement. She"d had no intention of ever marrying again, but now that fate had conspired against her, she was glad that her coming nuptials had given the people she loved joy.
The toast having been duly drunk, Lord Manning set down his gla.s.s and asked, "When is the wedding to be? I presume sometime this summer?"
"Yes," agreed Marcus.
"No," blurted out Isabel.
Suddenly the cynosure of every eye in the room, Isabel flushed and muttered, "We, uh, haven"t decided yet." Throwing Marcus a warning look, she said, "We intend to discuss it tomorrow, don"t we?"
Marcus grinned. "Indeed we do."
The rest of the evening pa.s.sed smoothly, but Marcus and Isabel had no time alone until he prepared to ride home. The other guests had departed several minutes ago; Edmund had retired hours ago and, with a wave of his hand, Lord Manning had bid them good night and discreetly disappeared upstairs.
Since Marcus"s horse was still tied to the lime tree at the edge of the garden and he had dismissed Isabel"s offer of a servant to fetch the animal, she accompanied him into the garden. As they walked through the quiet night, the black sky above them dotted with winking diamonds, Marcus said, "It went rather well, didn"t it? The only awkward moment was when your father-in-law wanted to know when we are to be married." He stopped and looked down at her. "So when are we to marry?"
"Perhaps sometime next summer?" she offered.
Marcus stared at her incredulously. "Next summer?" he said in tones of disbelief. "Absolutely not!"
Having awakened this morning with no idea of marriage to anyone, he was astonished to find that the idea of a long engagement to Isabel found no favor with him. "No," he said decisively. When Isabel looked ready to argue, he said, "Please remember that putting off the date of our wedding does Manning and Mrs. Appleton no good." Thoughtfully he added, "And if we delay the wedding too long, it will certainly cause speculation and gossip."
Feeling as if she was standing on a crumbling cliff with only an unending expanse of wave-tossed seas below her, Isabel asked tightly, "Then when do you suggest?"
"Late July, early August," he replied promptly.
"Are you mad? That"s only a few months away," she said, aghast, her comforting little plan of postponing the wedding for as long as she could shot down in an instant.
He nodded. "I realize that, but the timing is perfect. We shall be engaged a decent enough time-what two, three months before the wedding? Everyone will have departed London by then and returned to their estates for the summer. The Little Season isn"t until September, so the wedding shouldn"t interfere with anyone"s plans."
Her expression troubled, Isabel gazed up at him. "Marcus, I don"t think you understand..."
He stopped her from speaking by placing a finger against her lips. "Hush. You think I don"t know what you are about? You are trying to please your father-in-law and Edmund and yet avoid the one thing that would make them happiest: our wedding." His gaze bore steadily into hers. "We will be married late July or early August, you may choose, but Isabel, it will be this summer."
Her eyes glittered with temper. "I just remembered what an autocratic beast you can be at times," she snapped. "I would remind you that I am not your ward any longer."
"I have not," he murmured, a note in his voice that she"d never heard, "thought of you as my ward for years." His hands caught her upper arms and he propelled her gently against him. "Since this morning," he said with his lips only inches from hers, "I find that I can only think of you as a most desirable woman. Most desirable."
Isabel"s heart leaped at his words, but it was the touch of his lips on hers that sent her pulse rocketing through her body. His mouth was warm and knowing on hers, the sensation of his lips pressing against hers so seductive and beguiling that against her will she surrendered to his kiss; her arms crept around his neck and her lips parted.
Marcus groaned when her mouth opened for him, l.u.s.t and delight mingling into one powerful emotion. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth and rubbing suggestively against hers. She tasted wonderful, warm and intoxicating, and his grip on her arms tightened and he pulled her small frame closer to him. He"d meant only to bestow a friendly kiss upon her lips-at least that"s what he told himself-but Isabel was too yielding, her response too irresistible for him to abandon the drugging seductiveness of her mouth.
A man"s driving pa.s.sion for one particular woman, and only one woman, rose up within him and he was blind to anything but how desperately he wanted her. His mouth fused with hers, his hands dropped to her bottom, lifting and guiding her lower body against his swollen member. It was unbearably arousing to feel her softness sliding against him and he was consumed with the sudden antic.i.p.ation of the hot pleasure that would be his when he joined them together. Intent upon his goal, he bunched up her gown, his heart nearly exploding when his seeking fingers touched her naked flesh.
Drowning in his embrace, beset by emotions that had long lain dormant, Isabel was brought rudely back to reality by the feel of his big warm hand caressing her naked b.u.t.tock. Shocked by the spear of desire that went through her as he kneaded her flesh, and the stunning intimacy of the moment, she gasped and broke their embrace.
Catching him by surprise, she twisted her head away and shoved with all her might. He made no attempt to stop her escape; his hands immediately fell to his sides and half-sobbing she scrambled away from him. Her cheeks burning, with shaking fingers she frantically tugged and pulled at her gown, chagrin and embarra.s.sment flooding through her. She would not look at him and her voice thick with tears, she said, "That should not have happened. I swore to Hugh that I would always.... I never should have-Forgive me!" And then she was gone, s.n.a.t.c.hing up her skirts and running away from him as if her very life depended upon it.
Marcus stared befuddled into the darkness where she had disappeared. Now what, he wondered, was that all about? And what in the h.e.l.l had she sworn to Hugh?
Chapter 5.