by Phoebe Conn
“It’s locked. Where’s the key?”
Raven could not help but laugh at that question. “I had no idea you were so eager for my company. I’ll see you’re given a key immediately.”
Eden had not realized how her question must have sounded until she heard his deep chuckles. “On the contrary,” she countered. “I knew you’d be eager for mine for a few more months at least and I didn’t want you to have to break down the door to get to me.”
When she turned away rather than toward him, Raven knew that, despite her feisty response, she was badly embarrassed. He waited until he could control the impulse to laugh again, and then followed her to the windows. “I have always regarded pregnant women as especially attractive rather than repulsive. Don’t think my interest in you will wane when your condition begins to show. It won’t.”
“Will that be safe?”
A shadow of apprehension filled her golden gaze now, and Raven hastened to reassure her. “I’ll ask Julian Ryan about it. He was Alex’s physician. He’s sure to know.”
“Don’t you think he would be shocked by such a question?”
“No, I’m certain I won’t be the first husband to ask it.” Raven thought Eden’s concern charming and pulled her into his arms. When she hesitated only a moment before relaxing against him, he tilted her chin and provided what he hoped would be a reassuring kiss. “I’d not risk either the babe’s health, or yours, for my own pleasure. Don’t you know that?”
Eden nodded, then rose up on her tiptoes to return his kiss. The idea of a child was still too new for her to want to plan how long they would be able to make love. That they could do so now was all that mattered to her. When his affectionate hug became a far more fervent embrace, she tightened her hold on his waist. Raven had always been able to sweep all reasonable thought from her mind, and she was aware only of the sweetness of his taste until she heard a light rap at the door. Badly startled, she backed away from his arms as though she had no right to be there.
Yadira Morales stood at the door. Apparently completely recovered from the shock of Alex’s death, her expression was one of cool detachment rather than the deep distress Eden had seen earlier that afternoon.
“Forgive me, my lord, I did not mean to intrude. Is this where you wish your men to bring Lady Clairbourne’s trunks?” the housekeeper asked, when Raven glanced her way.
“Yes, please.” Raven quickly introduced the two women. He then explained the Southern Knight moored at their docks was captained by his wife’s father. Yadira nodded slightly as if that information were of interest, but she did not come forward to bid Eden welcome.
“I thought Alex meant for you to have an English bride,” she remarked coolly.
Yadira’s voice was husky, and so soft it barely carried across the room. While her tone was not critical, her comment certainly was and Raven took exception to it. “Let me assure you that Eden was Alex’s choice, as well as mine. Now if my men are here, please send them up with my wife’s belongings.”
“As you wish, my lord.” Yadira turned away without saying more than her initial greeting to Eden, and left them as silently as she had come.
Eden sighed unhappily. “I think winning that woman’s friendship is going to be far more difficult than I had thought.”
“She was devoted to Alex, and I expected her to take the news of his death badly. I’m sure she didn’t realize how hostile she sounded.”
“I just don’t want her to think us unfeeling.”
Raven kissed his worried bride again before he replied. “She’s here to make our home comfortable, not to add to our worries. You needn’t be so concerned about her.”
Again distracted by his affection, Eden decided to give Yadira the benefit of the doubt and tend to her unpacking rather than worry that the housekeeper might continue to be aloof.
After an early supper Yadira had managed to produce even without the assistance of the rest of the staff, Raven and Eden walked down to the docks to visit Nathan. As eager for exercise as they, the captain joined them in a stroll along the riverbank. The evening was warm, and still light enough to make a walk enjoyable.
“I’ve not had the time to sit down and write up that agreement we talked about,” Raven admitted as the three started toward the beach. He had ordered the munitions unloaded, but he would not allow them to be transferred to the Southern Knight until he had his father-in-law’s promise of payment in writing.
“We were able to repair most of the rigging on the way here. I doubt we’ll need to stay the week Michael mentioned. I think we can be ready to sail again in about four days. I’d appreciate it if we weren’t delayed waiting for you to draw up that document.”
Eden was walking between the two men, and pressed her father’s hand in hopes he would become less argumentative. “That’s a simple matter. I’m sure you can do it tomorrow, can’t you, Raven?” she asked pointedly.
“I’ll attend to it first thing,” he promised.
“You realize, of course,” Nathan cautioned, “that if I’m killed before I can provide your gold from the Confederate treasury, you’ll have to recover the amount due you from my estate. Or to put it more bluntly, you may find you have to ask Eden for the money. I hope that won’t prove bothersome.”
“Daddy, please!” Eden yanked on his hand hard enough to stop him this time.
“Well it’s the truth, sweetheart. Your husband is very clever and I’m sure he knows he can’t collect debts from a dead man.”
“Stop it!” Eden demanded tearfully. “I’ll not listen to you talk like that.”
Raven put his arm around Eden’s shoulders and drew her near. “Your father’s merely trying to be realistic, Eden. But I’m sure that I’ll be paid for the arms so there’s no need to agonize over how that might come about.”
“I want to go back to the house,” Eden replied without glancing up at either man. She knew Alex and her father would have gotten along beautifully, but it was apparent that, other than their interest in sailing, Nathan and Raven had no grounds for mutual respect. The antagonism that flowed between them made her too uncomfortable to want to remain with them. “I expected too much from you both,” she announced suddenly, and pulling away from her husband, she started back up the path on her own.
Raven turned to follow her, but Nathan reached out to stop him. “Let her go. She can’t possibly get lost and we may never have another chance to talk privately.”
While Raven didn’t like the idea of leaving Eden alone when clearly she was badly upset, he decided his father-in-law deserved at least a few minutes of his time. “That you obviously don’t like me is unfortunate, but I think you ought to make an effort to at least be civil for Eden’s sake.”
“To hell with being civil!” Nathan replied with a disgusted sneer. “I think you’re a lying opportunist, and I’m sorry Eden ever met you, let alone married you. For some reason she’s determined to defend your actions so I have no choice but to leave the matter in her hands for the time being. At the War’s end, however, you’ll have to answer to me for her happiness.”
Raven was not the type of man who would calmly listen to threats. “The last man who made the mistake of calling me a liar didn’t live five minutes. What makes you think you can do any better?”
Nathan eagerly accepted that challenge. “If you’d rather settle this now, that’s fine with me.” Although born into a wealthy family, he had gone to sea at sixteen and considered himself as tough as Raven any day. He ripped off his jacket and tossed it aside, then waited while his son-in-law shrugged off his. The path by the river was wide enough for a fistfight, but just barely. Nathan took the precaution of placing his back toward the palms and then swung at Raven with a blow that would have torn off his head had it connected.
Raven dodged that blow, but wasn’t as fortunate on the next. For a man in his forties, Nathan was surprisingly agile and strong, but Raven doubted he would have much endurance and responded to the Southerner’s savage blows w
ith sharp jabs that kept the older man constantly moving. The strategy was a good one, and while Raven took as much punishment as he meted out, he was counting on gaining the upper hand when Nathan began to tire. Unfortunately, Nathan was too angry to feel fatigued for a good, long while.
The men slipped in the mud of the riverbank, and careened into the trees as they recovered. Soon both were so battered and muddy it was impossible to tell which man wore gray pants and which black while neither’s shirt would ever be worn again. When finally the furious pace of Nathan’s attack began to slow, Raven went for him with a renewed burst of determination. He struck him a brutal blow to the chin, then seeing he had Nathan dazed, he shoved him into the river.
The water’s chill quickly revived Nathan, and he crawled up the muddy bank still intent upon giving his daughter’s husband a well-deserved beating. Slyly, he staggered as though beaten as he rose to his feet, but in the next instant he tackled Raven with a flying leap and, hanging on to him tightly, rolled back into the water, where he hoped the arrogant English lord would quickly drown.
While Raven had been in numerous fights as vigorous as this one, he had to admire his father-in-law’s spirit as well as his unexpected stamina. He still thought he would eventually get the best of Nathan, but now it looked like that might not happen before midnight. A strong swimmer, he broke free of Nathan’s grasp before the man could hold his head under for more than a few seconds. As they scrambled out of the river, both men slipped so often their fight swiftly deteriorated into a wrestling match in which neither could get a secure enough hold on the other to gain an advantage.
When he had to spit out a mouthful of mud for the third time, continuing the fight suddenly struck Raven as being so totally senseless he began to laugh. He cuffed his father-in-law playfully. “I’m willing to call this fight a draw if you are.”
Suspecting a trick, Nathan hesitated to agree, but when Raven made no further move to hurt him, he struggled to his feet and leaned back against the palm tree he had slammed into several times that night. He ached all over, but he wasn’t ready to concede defeat. “It may have been a draw this time. It won’t be the next.”
Raven was on his feet too now. “Are you always so stubborn?” he asked before scooping up a handful of water to rinse out his mouth.
“Oh hell yes,” Nathan swore.
“Well, so am I.” Raven regarded his father-in-law with renewed respect as they both caught their breath. “You would have liked Alex. He would have challenged you to a game of chess rather than settle an argument with his fists.”
“I would have had no quarrel with your uncle,” Nathan reminded him. “Eden loved him.”
That was something Raven didn’t need to be told, but hearing her father say it in his soft Southern drawl hurt worse than any of the man’s smartly landed punches. “Come on,” he said. “You can’t go back to your ship looking like that. You can bathe at my house.”
The young man’s attitude had changed so abruptly, Nathan knew he had scored some sort of victory, but he failed to understand just how. “Wait a minute. Eden explained Alex’s heart condition was hereditary. Is there any chance at all that she’ll have a healthy child?”
“What do you mean?”
That he had befuddled Raven completely was too obvious to merit comment so Nathan rephrased his question. “If the Suttons have had weak hearts for several generations, isn’t it likely Eden’s babe will be sickly? Perhaps too weak to survive infancy?”
It was Raven who reached out for a conveniently placed palm tree now. “Please don’t voice those questions to Eden. I’ve never stopped to consider them myself and I certainly don’t want her to. I doubt she and Alex ever discussed this, but he was the eldest of five children. None of the others lived longer than a few months.”
“If he had no brothers or sisters who reached adulthood, then how could Alex have been your uncle?”
Instantly Raven recalled his conversation with Alex before he had agreed to go to England to look for a wife. He had been certain someone would surely ask him that question, but Nathan was the first. “The Sutton family tree is too complex for me to trace it here.” That was the truth, and so was Raven’s next statement. “Everyone knew I was his heir, without having to do it either. Now come on, it’s getting late and I’m worried about Eden.”
Nathan reached down for his coat, and tossed Raven’s to him. “You’re a lot tougher than I thought,” he offered grudgingly. There was still something suspicious about Raven Blade but he decided perhaps he ought to give the young man more time to prove himself because Eden spoke so highly of him. “I’m worried about Eden too. She seems to have survived Alex’s death well, but I wouldn’t want her to lose his child. Have you a good physician to attend her?”
“Yes, Julian Ryan is very conscientious. He looked after Alex for several years so I’m sure he’ll know what to do for his child. I’ll ask him to join us for dinner tomorrow night if you’d like to meet him.”
“I’d appreciate that, thank you. I promise I’ll be on better behavior then too.”
“Well, I’d certainly appreciate that,” Raven replied in a drawl that mimicked his father-in-law’s so perfectly the older man began to laugh.
Eden was seated on the veranda, and when she saw two mud-covered men approaching the house, she did not at first recognize the pair. When she did, she was horrified to see they had obviously been fighting, and confused that they seemed to be talking quite amicably now.
“Hasn’t either of you a lick of sense?” she called out, but they just laughed and waved as they went on by her and headed for the rear of the house. Certain they were on their way to the separate structure that contained the privy and bathing facilities, Eden ran after them.
“If you want to be helpful,” Raven teased, “go and get us some clean clothes. We’re close enough to the same size to both wear mine.”
Astonished the two men could have gotten themselves so dirty, and yet now smile as though they were the best of friends, Eden left them to run that errand. She entered the house through the rear door, and nearly ran into Yadira before she saw her standing in the dimly lit hall.
“Is there something you require?” the soft-spoken housekeeper asked.
“No, just a couple of changes of clothes and I can get those.”
Yadira turned away, and seemed to vanish into the shadows before Eden remembered her room was nearby. “Thank you all the same,” she called after her, but there was no reply. Still thinking the housekeeper a bit odd, Eden hurried up the back stairs to her husband’s room. He had not bothered to unpack his clothing, but she found all he and her father would need without too great a delay. When she climbed the stairs of the stone structure to reach the room containing the large copper tub, she found Raven waiting at the door.
“I let your father bathe first. I’ll take him the clothes. While I’d appreciate your helping me with my bath, I doubt he would enjoy your company.”
Eden regarded her husband, with a murderous stare. “I know he was being obnoxious, but couldn’t you have at least tried to get along with him?”
Knowing that remark was uncalled for, Raven shrugged impatiently. “He was the one who wanted to prove something, not me.”
“From the looks of him, the fight was scarcely one-sided.”
“Would you have preferred I not defend myself? I would have sworn you told me you didn’t want to be widowed twice.”
“My father tried to kill you?” Eden scoffed in disbelief.
Raven reached for the doorknob, “Do you want to ask him about it?”
Certain he had been correct that her father would prefer privacy to her company, Eden turned away and started back down the stairs. “There’s no point in bothering him,” she replied flippantly. “Had he wanted you dead, you would be.”
Raven thought she was probably right. Nathan had not wanted him dead, though, merely aware of the fact he would defend his daughter aggressively should she ever need it, which
Raven was certain she would not. That he had asked Eden to help him bathe had apparently escaped her notice, and that annoyed him. First she had been concerned about Alex, and now her father. Wasn’t she ever going to have time for him?
By the time Raven was ready for bed, Eden was sound asleep. She had lowered the mosquito netting to form a cozy cocoon around the bed and her expression was one of sweet contentment rather than the anger he had expected. That she had chosen to sleep in her own room rather than his only added to the blackness of his mood, however.
Where his mind had been he didn’t know, but he had not once considered the possibility that his beautiful bride might not have a healthy child. He had expected her to have a fine son, a bright-eyed boy who would follow him around as he had once tagged along after Alex.
What if the little fellow were pale and weak instead? Eden would be devoted to the child. He knew that without question. She would pamper the baby, and blame herself if he did not survive. She would feel that she had failed Alex too. That was something else Raven knew for certain and he did not know how he could spare her the anguish of that unwarranted guilt.
God help him, he had wanted Eden for his wife and had taken her, but he had never imagined she would already be pregnant. Nor had he dreamed that her expected babe would be other than the picture of health. If only Eden loved him. He was certain that while it would be terrible indeed, they could overcome the sorrow of losing their first child and have others if Eden loved him. The problem was, she did not.
Eden awakened to find Raven looking down at her. Even through the fine mesh of the mosquito netting she could make out his expression. That he appeared to be on the verge of tears alarmed her badly. Sitting up, she parted the netting and reached out to take his hand.
“Oh Raven, I never stopped to think you might be hurt. If Daddy hurt you, I’ll—”
When she paused to think of a suitably horrible punishment, Raven began to smile. “I’m not hurt, just disgusted you’re in the wrong bed.”