“Give it back,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” he drawled slowly.
“It is none of your business.”
He fingered the necklace. “This belong to Stanhope?”
“He gave it to me.”
“A pretty piece. I wonder what a widower is doing with it,” he mused. “A family heirloom perhaps.” He paused. “If he gave it to you, then you can go downstairs with me and display it.”
“No.”
“If he found it in your possession, you could hang,” he said softly.
“He won’t find it,” she said defiantly.
“So you admit you stole it.”
“I admit to nothing.” Her eyes narrowed. “What were you doing opening the door when he is at supper?”
“Looking for you?” he suggested with a hint of a smile.
But her eyes were looking at a small, almost unnoticeable bulge in his coat. Before he could move, her hand had touched it, then retrieved the earrings he had lifted a few moments earlier.
“They should look charming on you,” she said.
“I thought so.” He permitted himself a small smile before explaining, “It is meant as a gift.”
“Then I look forward to seeing them on Pamela’s ears.” She hesitated. “Why are you not at supper?”
“I could ask the same thing, but now is not the time. As far as our host knows, I am in the maze. Lost.”
“And if someone sees you?”
“I just emerged and was too embarrassed to appear for supper.”
She gazed at him with suspicious admiration.
No pretense now, he noticed. But then there was no reason. They had caught each other.
“Do you know what Stanhope is?” he asked with exasperation.
“I know exactly what he is. I do not know who you are.”
“A thief,” he said. “Just as you are.”
His hand cupped her chin.
She stared defiantly up at him, her eyes flashing.
He knew it. So help him, he knew better.
He leaned down and his lips brushed hers, then he crushed her against him.
He felt the reluctance in her body, then surrender.
Chapter Twenty
His lips pressed into hers, and she responded with a desperation he had not expected.
Nor had he expected his equally frantic need.
Damn, but he wanted her. He wanted her in his arms. He wanted her under him again. But what really astonished him, the need went beyond the physical. His heart wanted her. Blazes but his soul needed her like a ship needed the sea.
He hadn’t realized how much until this afternoon when he’d missed seeing her at the ruins. He hadn’t realized how much until he saw her leaving Stanhope’s room. His heart had dropped.
If anyone else had seen her …
The kiss deepened, her body melting into his in a way he well remembered. He remembered how she’d reacted to his every touch. He remembered the proud tilt of her head, her slow sensuous smile.
He released her lips but kept her hand imprisoned in his.
“You know what it would mean if he caught you with something of his?”
“Yes.”
“You were willing to pay that price?”
“I would have found a way …”
“Not with Stanhope, damn it.”
“Why do you care?” she asked. “You left …”
“I left because I thought you wanted something more than I could give you,” he said. “I did not want to complicate things for you.”
“Or yourself,” she accused.
“Or me,” he agreed softly. “You had no place in my plans.”
“And now?”
“I want you safe.” He avoided her gaze. He had not answered her question.
“But you want something else as well,” she said.
“I want Stanhope in a prison colony,” he said. No more games between them. She obviously had no love for Stanhope, if she was stealing from him. She would not trust him if he did not trust her. “I want his friends Stammel and Daven to keep him company.”
“Why?” she said in a soft voice.
“You have heard some of the rumors about my father,” he said. “He was no traitor. He was merely foolish. He trusted Stanhope.”
“Then you …” Her voice was incredulous.
“I want to prove Stanhope and his friends are guilty of numerous crimes. I want to rub the faces of the ton in it. None of them stepped forward to help my father. Not one, even though I suspect they knew the truth.”
“And Pamela? Is she part of your scheme?”
“I will do nothing to hurt Pamela.” He paused, searching her face. “You care for her?”
She looked at him for a very long moment, then shrugged. “I feel sorry for any daughter of Stanhope’s.”
He considered that. But something in her eyes told him it was not the complete truth. He decided to push her. “Now,” he said, “it is your turn at some explanations.”
She looked at him without guile. “He hurt someone I care about.”
“Who?”
She didn’t reply.
“How were you going to explain the missing money? You were the only person missing from supper.”
“Except for you?”
“But you did not know that.”
“I saw you go into the maze.”
He stared at her. “You were willing to lay the blame on me?”
“I truly thought you would return in time for supper.”
“It seems we have a bit of a problem now. We have both taken belongings that do not belong to us. You know my reasons. I want to know more about yours.”
“It is none of your affair.”
“If I am to be partly blamed for your misdeeds, it is. Stanhope will tear this place apart to find that money, and we are the only two people missing from supper. The jewelry that I took, well, that could have been taken at any time. The money in the safe, no.”
His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, then ran his fingers lightly along her cheekbones. “We will be the first suspects.”
“Not if we both lost valuables, too,” she said.
“That might be a little too convenient.”
“You are protected. The staff believes you are still in the maze.”
“But you are not, and Stanhope’s no fool. The gaming will begin tonight after supper. He will be checking his safe.”
“Perhaps not,” she said with a small smile. “Dani put laudanum in the wine to be served to him tonight. Apparently he saves the best for himself. He will be very sleepy.”
He stared at her, trying to cloak his admiration for her daring. And his fear for her recklessness.
She returned his gaze.
“Who did he hurt?” he asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?”
“You said he hurt someone you cared about. Whoever it was must be very important to take the risks you are taking.”
She shrugged. “What difference does it make? He hurts people. You said he kills people.”
“I did not realize you were listening.”
“I was,” she said.
“How did you get those banknotes? Stanhope said he was putting them into a safe.”
She did not say anything.
“Ah, the estimable Miss Fremont can crack safes.”
“And how did you plan to get into it?”
“I do not think we have time to trade secrets at the moment,” he said. “I was only going to investigate his room, perhaps pay a visit later when Stammel might also be wandering around.”
Her eyes widened. “Stammel?”
“He needs money. Stanhope also lost a bit of money from a safe in his London home recently,” he added. “No one had been inside except Daven and Stammel, and Stammel seems to be more in need of money. In fact, he owes me a sizeable gambling debt, and, oddly enough, I had a slight accident today. A burr underneath the saddle of my horse.”<
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Concern flashed across her face. “Your horse threw you?”
“He tried. I found the burr before much damage was done.”
“Does anyone know?”
“I told our host. I thought he should know. I think Stammel did it on his own. Stanhope still hopes to take a sizeable amount of money from me. He will strike then.”
She studied his face.
“Give me the money,” he said.
“No.”
“I can get it back before he knows it’s gone. You obviously know the combination to the safe now. You can reclaim it after tonight’s gaming.”
“How?”
“Oh, I think I can lure him out by claiming that a diamond pin is missing and accuse him of harboring a thief. I will throw suspicion on Stammel. It will not be difficult after the incident with the horse. I will make such a scene that guests will be pouring out of their rooms. A few other guests will find a few items missing. They will also be found in Stammel’s rooms. He would have had opportunities today to steal them. He would not have had an opportunity to rifle Stanhope’s safe.”
“And?”
“If Stanhope turns on Stammel, Stammel might well turn on him.”
“And I should trust you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” she asked defiantly.
“Because we have the same goals, perhaps even similar reasons. But most of all, you could get caught and that might inconvenience me.”
“Inconvenience you?”
“I would have to rescue you.”
“No one rescues me. I’ve been taking care of myself since—” She stopped suddenly.
“Since when?”
She shrugged. Then seemed to surrender. “I will take it back.”
“No,”
“How can I be sure you …”
“Trust, Monique. A little trust.”
“I am not good at trusting.”
He wasn’t sure he trusted her that much either. “It is late,” he said. “If Stanhope returns earlier than we think, I would rather that I be discovered in his room.” He thrust the jewels he’d stolen into her hands. “You can put these in Stammel’s room. If he comes in, you can say that you were waiting to see him and tell him you’d decided in Daven’s favor.”
She did not argue. Instead, she took one long look at him, gave him the combination to the safe, then left the room.
He watched as she walked down the hall. Before long, servants would be streaming back to prepare for the needs of their lords and ladies. He and Monique did not have much time.
Gabriel made it into Stanhope’s room and quickly found the safe. In seconds he had it open and placed the banknotes inside. Then he closed it.
As he rose from where he’d knelt, he heard a noise outside the room, the turn of a knob, the creak of a door opening. Then he heard a familiar feminine voice.
“My lord. “Monique’s voice came drifting through the crack in the door. “I am feeling so much better. I understand you have musicians downstairs. I would so … like to hear them with you.”
“My dear, a delightful offer, but I am holding some funds, and I seem to be … more tired than … I thought.”
“Just for a few moments,” she pleaded. “I do not think the other ladies like me and I do not want to sit alone. A few moments only.”
“I must get money from my safe first,” he said. “My guests … are waiting.”
Gabriel glanced around. His gaze caught the huge bed that dominated the room. He hurried around and sank to the floor, praying he was out of sight of the door.
He flattened himself even farther as it opened.
“May I come inside, too,” Monique said in a flirtatious voice.
“Of course,” Stanhope said. “I will be only a moment.”
Gabriel heard the rustle of skirts as she moved between Stanhope and the bed. In seconds that seemed like minutes and minutes that seemed like hours, he heard Stanhope’s voice. It was slurred. He wondered exactly how much laudanum Dani had applied.
“Your manor is exquisite,” Monique said.
“You could stay here with me,” Stanhope said, his voice even more slurred than before.
Then he heard a sudden gasp and a grunt. He knew without seeing that Stanhope was embracing Monique. His skin crawled. He wanted to stand and throw Stanhope across the floor. He almost did.
He heard nothing else for several moments. Then the sound of a body falling on the bed. A soft snoring. He looked up to see Monique approach him, a finger of one hand to her mouth. He watched as she moved to the door and looked out, then summoned him with the other hand. He rose silently, glanced at the sleeping Stanhope.
He longed to kill him with his bare hands. Not only for his father but for touching Monique.
Then he turned to the door and went out. She was standing outside.
“The jewels?” he asked.
“In Stammel’s trunk.”
He nodded. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen. Her hair was mussed. “The bastard,” he said as he tucked a curl behind her ear.
“I will fetch his valet,” she said. “Did you replace the notes?”
“Aye.”
She looked in his face. “And now?”
“I will go down and play a game of whist or two. I will be most embarrassed about being lost in the maze. And then I will retire for the night, only to find my most prized cravat pin missing.”
Sheepishly, she looked up at him. “I still have the necklace.”
He grinned at her. “I still have the earrings.”
“Give them to me,” she said. “Dani has found a place in the Stanhope’s coach to hide them.”
He looked at her for a very long moment. She was so bloody damned beautiful. He handed her the earrings, then touched her cheek with tenderness. “You are a very intriguing woman, Monique Fremont.”
He leaned over and kissed her. Before he completely lost his senses, he turned and hurried down the stairs, where he heard loud voices of guests moving around.
He missed Monique already.
Once in her room Monique leaned against the closed door and drew a long breath.
Dani was there, looking anxious. “You went without me?”
Monique handed over the pieces of purloined jewelry to her. “Hide them for us,” she said. “I believe there will be some kind of outcry before dawn.”
Dani looked at her curiously.
“Lord Manchester found me leaving Stanhope’s room.”
Dani was silent. Waiting.
“He was about a bit of thievery himself. I had taken banknotes from Stanhope’s safe. He pointed out, rightly enough, that only a few guests or servants would have had access during supper. Those guests were Manchester and myself, and we did not want the servants blamed.”
“On the other hand, jewelry could have been taken at any time.” She swallowed hard. She really disliked the idea that Manchester had been right. “He suggested that I plant them in Stammel’s room. He returned the banknotes.”
Dani smiled. “Sydney said his master is smarter than most people believe.”
Now it was Monique’s turn to look questioning.
“Sydney is Manchester’s valet. I told you …”
“Yes you did. I did not know his name was Sydney.”
Dani shrugged as if it were a matter of indifference. But Monique knew it was much more. Had Dani finally found someone who could make her forget a childhood that still haunted her?
“Take the jewels,” she said. “Hide them. There could well be a search any moment.”
Dani nodded and left the room.
Monique went over to the window. She couldn’t see Dani from there, but she was restless. Manchester was taking risks. So was she. And she knew that after tonight, she could no longer play this game. The feel of her father’s hands on her was worse than she had even imagined. She could not have tolerated even that much of a touch had it not been for Gabriel Manning, the Marquess of Manchester, who lay so
silently on the other side of the bed.
She knew now she was not alone in this once-seemingly hopeless quest against such a powerful man.
Manchester had been right. She should have waited to take the banknotes. Despite the laudanum, Stanhope had been awake as he had fumbled with the combination and opened the safe. If the notes had not been there, he would have ordered a search. She did not know whether she could have gotten them to Dani in time, and whether Dani would have had time to secret them in the coach.
She had been foolish not to wait on Dani, but she had not wanted to involve her friend more than she already had.
Her encounter with Manchester outside Stanhope’s room had stunned her. So had the fact that they apparently had the same goal, that he was every bit the thief she had learned to be.
She would laugh if the situation were not so fraught with emotional complications.
She’d learned a little more about him, that he felt deeply the disaster that had befallen his father. Still, that one piece did not complete the puzzle. She still did not know who and what he was. He wanted Stanhope convicted, but she did not have a better sense of what kind of man he was.
Monique told herself it did not matter. She did not need Manchester. She did not want him. She wanted nothing to do with him. Yet her heart had crumbled as she and Pamela had waited earlier in the ruins, expecting him to appear even as they had pretended not to wait.
And then she had run into him after committing a crime that could mean a death sentence. Instead of fear, she’d felt excitement.
What was wrong with her?
She went in search of a footman and told him that Lord Stanhope had collapsed in weariness on his bed and might need his valet. Then she returned to her room.
When she returned, Dani was there, a satisfied look on her face. “It is done,” she said.
“Then I think it is time for both of us to go to bed. Stay here with me tonight. We will be leaving early in the morning, I believe.”
Dani nodded. She helped Monique off with her gown and corset and into a nightdress. Then she brushed her hair and braided it.
When she finished, Monique took the brush. She wouldn’t sleep this night, and she needed to do something. “I will brush yours,” she said.
They changed places and Monique brushed Dani’s red hair. It was curlier than her own and Dani usually pulled it straight back in the most unflattering style.
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