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When a Rogue Falls

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by Caroline Linden


  Belatedly, Jasper realized his folly in not escaping when she’d been preoccupied retrieving the glass.

  “May I ask you a question, Lord Ailesbury?” Her voice was so soft it could barely be heard over the crackling fire at his back.

  “Jasper,” he mumbled.

  “Pardon?” Her brow furrowed, and her pace slowed.

  “My name, it is Jasper.” It had only been with Adeline’s arrival that his servants took to calling him anything but his given name.

  “Jasper.” The single word dripped like honey from her lips, the corner of her mouth notching up. “Jasper,” she repeated, her hooded, hazel eyes scanning him from head to toe as he had with her after realizing he wasn’t alone in the room.

  No one in his employ spoke his name with such reverence.

  At that moment, he thought he would answer her any question—travel the earth ten times over, journey to the sun, and die of thirst in the Sahara, if only to find the information she longed to know.

  “Tell me what happened to your family,” she whispered. “The villagers…they spoke of unimaginable things.”

  A jolt of pain so powerful he nearly fell to his knees spiked his chest, and his breath left him in a rush. It was something he and his servants lived every day knowing, yet never spoke of. It was the cloud that had descended on all of Faversham all those years ago, one that had never lifted, never cleared, never faded. They’d all gotten so used to the darkness and their beast, that no one sought the light any longer. At least not since Jasper’s aunt had died. She’d been the only spot of sunshine in all of Faversham, never allowing her shine to dim no matter the mourning that continued around her.

  “Please, tell me what happened to your parents.” Adeline moved toward him again but stopped when Jasper flinched. “Who raised you? Why are you here, in this huge home, all by yourself?”

  Why had he thought the woman would come and go, letting him escape being forced to face all these question—the heart of his past? Though Jasper was certain his heart had stopped beating when he was unable to save his parents, their servants, and the horses from the fire that had consumed the Faversham stable.

  He didn’t want to discuss this, especially with Adeline. It was a burden he never would have wished to place on her shoulders, for it was his and his alone. Yet, her concerned stare drew the words from him.

  “My mother and father perished in a fire that claimed the lives of several Faversham servants along with a half-dozen horses.” When she remained silent, and whatever vice had held tight to his chest a moment before began to lessen, allowing him to breathe, he continued. “My paternal uncle and his wife came to the Abbey and saw to my upbringing.”

  Not a hint of pity or judgment shadowed her face. “Your scars...” With each word she spoke, Adeline kept her eyes on his. “They are from the fire.”

  No question, meaning no denial was needed on his part. “Yes.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Twelve.” Jasper swallowed to keep the sob within him, not daring to say another word, lest his voice tremble as much as his body did.

  He’d spoken enough, shared more than he planned, but he would comment no more on the subject.

  Jasper would not confess that it was all his fault: the fire, the deaths, and the continuing distrust of the villagers. If he hadn’t had a habit of staying up late, reading by candlelight in the rafters, his parents would never have come looking for him in the stables. Yet, that night it hadn’t been his candle to set the blaze, nor had he been in the stables when the fire commences. Though, from the reaction of the servants, Jasper might as well have been completely to blame.

  “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She took the final step toward him and reached out to take his hand. Her skin was soft, and warm, despite her still damp clothing. She must have removed her gloves when they returned. Jasper hadn’t noticed. What he did know was that her delicate caress was not meant for him. In no realm of possibility had Jasper done enough to deserve the innocent, pure touch of an unblemished lady. “I cannot imagine—“

  He cleared his throat, shrugging away her hold on his hand. “Let us not imagine it at all.”

  He turned toward the hearth, his forehead only inches from the mantel, but the warmth was welcome. The look of injury certain to overtake her at his refusal to speak further on the subject was not something Jasper wanted to see, let alone attempt to withstand.

  Something about Adeline had Jasper silently vowing to not let her down. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he had no choice but to turn away from her. It was for her own good, even if she didn’t understand.

  “Your aunt and uncle are kind people?”

  “Were,” he corrected. “And yes, they were the kindest, most caring relatives an orphaned child could ever hope for. They made certain I wasn’t alone and saw to my education.”

  “What University did you attend?”

  That she’d latched on to the change in topic both surprised and unsettled him, bringing him around to face her. “My educational needs were attended to here at the Abbey.”

  Adeline retreated as a spark of unease filled her eyes at his harsh tone. A measure of guilt coiled around his chest. It was not her fault that the mere thought of his past filled him with an overpowering need to escape, to flee, to…hide.

  “They passed away years ago—my aunt when I was seventeen, and my uncle when I was twenty-two.” He pushed through the pain, needing to repair the damage he’d done a moment before. “They prepared me well for my responsibilities as the lord and master of Faversham Abbey. I have everything I need, and seek to provide well for those who depend on the Ailesbury Earldom.”

  It was Adeline who turned away next, pacing to the lounge. She seemed to debate something in her head before deciding there was no harm and lowering herself to sit. She crossed her ankles and slid them under her as she folded her hands in her lap. It was all a dramatic show, the stilted conversation grounding to a halt as she arranged her skirts and refolded her hands.

  Too late, Jasper realized the woman was making herself comfortable as if she expected the candid conversation to continue, and her time at Faversham was little more than an afternoon social call. Adeline seemed to forget that she still wore her borrowed wet habit and that her hair hung loosely down her back and over her shoulders.

  “What of your responsibilities in parliament?” she asked.

  It was difficult for a man to assume such duties when all his time was spoken for in Kent. “I have yet to accept my seat as there are many things that keep me otherwise engaged here in the country.” She seemed to allow his words to sink in. “I have always meant to one day travel to London. However, the—“

  “You’ve never been to London?” she asked.

  The truth of the matter was far more shocking than she knew. “Since my parents’ deaths, I have not traveled more than an hour’s ride from Faversham Abbey.”

  Her mouth fell open, and her shoulders tensed. “What of holiday trips?” He shook his head. “Meetings with advisors, vendors, and clients for Home Works?” Again, he gave his head a firm shake.

  “My father’s solicitor, Barclay, visits Faversham twice a year. He handles outside investors and the export of gunpowder from the plant.”

  “Have you never been to a proper London ball? The opera or playhouse?”

  “No, I fear I am a mere country squire who has no knowledge of town life.”

  “May I ask why?” She stared up at him from her seat on the lounge, but her eyes held no pity, only interest.

  “At first, it was to keep me from the prying eyes of those who would gossip and speak disparagingly about me until my burns healed. However, with time came the scars, the villagers’ gossip, and my aunt’s never-ending need to protect the boy she loved as a son.”

  “And so you rarely left Faversham.”

  “And so, I never left Faversham Abbey or Ailesbury land until after my aunt’s death.”

  “Not so far as even the
village?”

  He shook his head. “No, though I tried once. I’d heard from Mrs. Hutchins that the merchant in town was hosting a grand Christmastide gathering at his home. I hid in the stables until my Aunt Alice and Uncle Bartholomew had retired and took to their room. I slipped from my hiding spot and ran toward the village, or at least the direction I assumed the village lay in, but I was met by nothing but never-ending fields, rolling meadows, and eventually, a creek. I was cold, exhausted, and hungry by the time I finally found my bed at daybreak.”

  Jasper snapped his mouth shut before admitting he’d cried himself to sleep—and then lied to his aunt about how he’d caught the cold that plagued him for an entire fortnight.

  “I know now that even on that wild, reckless night, I never left Ailesbury land.”

  “I am certain they only sought to protect you,” she murmured.

  “Of that, I have no doubt.” Especially after learning the villagers had taken to calling him the Beast of Faversham.

  A light knock sounded at the door.

  “Come in,” Jasper commanded.

  “Watson, my lord,” Abbington announced, stepping aside to allow the Faversham stable master into the room before departing.

  “Watson.” Jasper clasped his hands behind his back, relishing the warmth on his bare palms. “I hope Grovedale arrived home safely.”

  “Yes, m’lord,” Watson said, glancing at Adeline and quickly back to Jasper, uncertain if he should acknowledge the woman’s presence—alone—in the library with his master. “And the physician quickly after. The man be mostly unscathed, just sore.”

  “Very good.” It was the best news Jasper had heard all day.

  “But I be here about Miss Adeline’s coach.” He risked another glance to where Adeline remained seated and quiet. “Good eve, Miss Adeline.”

  Adeline smiled, and Watson blushed.

  “Good evening to you, too, Watson.” Jasper marveled at her decorum as she nodded a greeting to his servant. If there had been tea, she would have poured the bloody man a steaming cup. “Many thanks for seeing the man home. I hope Emily arrived at her husband’s side, as well.”

  “Of course,” Watson stammered.

  “You were saying, Watson?” Jasper asked, aiming to recapture the man’s attention. But when Watson looked back at his master, Jasper was certain Watson had forgotten what he’d come to tell him. “The coach?”

  It was the only prodding needed as Watson nodded vigorously and refocused on Jasper. “Yes, me apologies. Miss Adeline’s coach canna be repaired—“ At Jasper’s scowl, Watson collected himself and rearranged his thoughts. “What I mean ta say, is it be much longer ta fix it, and even then, it be likely the coach would break down again afore reach’n London.”

  “Oh, no,” Adeline protested, jumping to her feet. “I must return, or my brother will think something awful has happened to me.”

  For the first time since her arrival, the thought struck Jasper that the proper thing to do would have been to send a servant to London, even with the storm, with word of Adeline’s safety and the repairs needed for the carriage. Instead, he’d thought only of making certain she found refuge at the Abbey, without thought of her family’s concern.

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  * * *

  ADELINE WELCOMED THE servant’s intrusion, yet she did not relish the news he’d brought. Her carriage was beyond repair, or at least it could not be mended at Faversham Abbey. Watson’s news should have filled her with a sense of helplessness. Instead, she only thought of more time with Lord Ailesbury—Jasper. Eventually, it would be necessary for her to find her way back to London and her family, but a few more days’ respite was certainly not all bad.

  After the storm had passed and the roads dried, she would buy passage on the mail coach, much like she’d done to come to Canterbury that first time. Certainly, Alistair could not object to her making the journey alone with only her drive and maid, though she hoped Jasper would allow her to borrow the funds for the fare.

  To think he’d lost both his parents at the same age Adeline had been cast from her family’s home and sent to a school where she hadn’t known a soul. At least her family had been alive and whole. The same was not true for Jasper.

  “She and her maid will take my traveling coach,” the earl announced, brushing his hands together as if all had been resolved and the remedy was best for everyone.

  Yet, his proclamation meant she’d likely be packed up and shoved off toward home at first light. God, Adeline glanced about the room until her gaze settled on a small clock on the table by the windows. Seven o’clock…in the evening.

  A meal would likely be served shortly, and then she’d be sent to her chambers for the night, that is if Jasper didn’t demand she dine there alone as she was still outfitted in the damp, borrowed riding habit. She’d paused briefly before sitting on the lounge, worried the water from her skirts would damage the fabric of the furniture, but ultimately, she’d decided her skirting was not saturated enough to cause lasting injury.

  “Wonderful, m’lord,” Watson replied with a curt bow to Ailesbury and then Adeline, where she still stood.

  “Wait,” Adeline said, stepping away from the lounge. “If you have not traveled beyond the village, how can you be certain your carriage will not suffer the same fate as mine?”

  Watson chuckled, and Jasper frowned as she looked between the two men.

  The servant spoke first, “Because, m’lord maintains his carriages hisself. He not be overlook’n anythin’, I can say that for certain.”

  “He does?” Adeline asked, turning back to Jasper. “That is very interesting. I was aware you owned the plant but—“

  “Oh, he be do’n far more than that, miss,” Watson said in a conspiratorial tone, leaning in close to Adeline. “My master looks after the livestock, the crops, and all the repairs—both here and in the village.”

  Yet, Adeline had witnessed the villagers turning away from him after he’d risked his own safety to save Grovedale.

  “Watson.” The warning in Jasper’s tone was similar to when he’d caught her at the plant. “As I was saying, ready the carriage for Miss Adeline and her maid. Maxwell can ride up top with George to London. They will leave at first light and arrive with the noonday sun.”

  The smile fell from Adeline’s face, and her spirits dipped. She would see no further reprieve, gain no more time with Jasper.

  “And, as Miss Adeline has voiced concern, I think it best I accompany them to town and the safety of her brother’s townhouse.” The man did not so much as smile at his news, his mouth drawing into a straight, serious line.

  “You do not have to do that,” Adeline countered. “I am certain we shall make the journey without incident.”

  She would never insist he make the trip to London with her; never expect him to leave his home, his duties, his people to make certain she arrived safely. The prospect of hours nestled in the closed carriage, no one but Jasper and Poppy for company, should excite her after thinking she’d be departing Faversham and would never see the man again. Yet, the idea of Jasper in London terrified her.

  He’d lived a sheltered existence at the Abbey. Something he was accustomed to.

  Things were not the same in London. People gossiped in parlors, in ballrooms, at the opera, at the playhouse, in the parks, in the gardens…and most never even bothered to lift their fan to hide it.

  “It would assuage my gentleman’s honor to know you made the journey safely,” Jasper said as he moved to the sideboard and poured a clear liquid into another polished, glass tumbler. “We shall leave at daybreak, and I shall return not long after nightfall.”

  The words were spoken low, as if he were reassuring himself that the decision to accompany her was not the grand mistake Adeline feared it would be.

  Lord Ailesbury punctuated the decision by throwing his head back and swallowing the liquid he’d poured from the sideboard.

  His resolve instilled a measure of confidence in Adeline a
t Jasper’s plan.

  Abbington stepped into the room once more as Watson bowed and made his departure.

  “Dinner, my lord,” the man announced.

  “I will take my meal in my room, Abbington.” Jasper set his glass back on the table. “Please see that Miss Adeline eats her fill. I am certain she is ravenous after our long, eventful day.”

  He stepped before her, made to take her hand, but paused when he seemed to remember her fingers were bare. Instead, he issued a quick bow and turned to leave the room.

  “Until the morrow, Miss Adeline,” he called as he crossed the threshold.

  She gave Abbington a weak smile as he gestured for her to proceed him from the room, following in Lord Ailesbury’s wake.

  Adeline was most certainly, positively, undoubtedly starving—but not for any food to be had at Faversham Abbey. Her cheeks heated at the thought, and she ducked her head as she passed the butler to hide her flaming face.

  Chapter 13

  ADELINE STRETCHED HER arms above her head and arched her back with a low groan, careful not to knock into Poppy, who slumbered on the seat next to her. The maid had been like a hawk the entire journey to London, completely at odds with her less than attentive demeanor while at Faversham Abbey.

  And what a comfortable jaunt it had been. Jasper’s traveling coach was as he’d proclaimed, well-maintained and lavish, with an even, smooth ride to match—so far superior to her own family’s carriage she might as well have been riding in a market cart before. Now, she had the sense she traveled like a queen—or at least a princess. As they’d rolled through the small towns on their way from Kent to London, people had stopped to gawk and wave as they passed. Young children dropped whatever they held and ran alongside, shouting their hellos.

  If Alistair were in possession of such a fine conveyance, Adeline would endeavor to spend more time traveling…to Somerset, Essex, Bath, Dover, and, oh, certainly a trip to Kent. She would visit her sisters at Miss Emmeline’s School each and every month, without fail.

 

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