Swept Away

by Phoebe Conn

  Raven nodded, then began to search his mind for a way to begin. Because he had already decided to tell Eden the truth, he thought for once he ought to use it. After all, he could certainly use the practice.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  April 1864

  Rebecca admired Eden greatly and had eagerly accepted her invitation to talk with her each evening before she went to bed. Perched on the edge of the blonde’s four-poster, she found it easy to converse about subjects she dared not broach with her brother.

  “You and Raven seem to be very happy together,” she began shyly.

  “We have had our problems, as I’m sure all couples do.” Eden had not had such an opportunity in their previous discussions, but seized it now. “Have you ever considered marrying again?”

  Rebecca’s cheeks filled with a bright blush. “Oh no, one marriage was more than enough for me.”

  “You weren’t happy?”

  “Raymond was a wonderful man, but, well, there were certain aspects of marriage to which I just didn’t seem suited.”

  “You didn’t enjoy keeping house?” Eden teased.

  “No, it wasn’t that,” Rebecca admitted, but she knew Eden had not been serious. Certain her confidence would be respected, she asked the question that troubled her most. “Raven is such a handsome man, but despite that, don’t you find marital relationships rather distasteful?”

  Eden did not think she dared admit just how greatly she enjoyed making love. “In what way?” she asked instead.

  “Well, I know all men enjoy it, but how can a woman feel anything but humiliated to be used in that way?”

  “Raymond did not hold you, kiss you, make you feel as though you were being loved rather than used?”

  Rebecca shook her head. “I think he sensed I didn’t like his attentions, and just got them over with as quickly as possible.”

  For a moment, Eden considered what that must have been like, then reached out to touch Rebecca’s hand with a fond caress. “It’s unfortunate that Raymond didn’t know how to please you, but I think you ought to give another man the opportunity to try. All of our patients like you. Is there one of them you consider special?”

  Rebecca tried to hide her smile, but failed. “They are all sweet boys, but Dr. Endecott is the only man I’ve met since Raymond’s death who, well, who seems to share my interests.”

  “He’s very nice, isn’t he?” Eden paused to cover a wide yawn. “I’m sorry. Let’s talk about him again tomorrow night, shall we?”

  “I didn’t mean to tire you.” Rebecca rose to her feet, then turned as she heard the door open.

  Yadira entered the room carrying a cup of warm milk for Eden. “You know Dr. Ryan wants you to be asleep long before this, my lady.”

  The housekeeper had been wonderfully considerate of late, but Eden still felt uncomfortable around her. Each night Yadira brought warm milk, and knowing it would be good for the baby, Eden always drank it without argument. “We had just said good night,” she explained as she took the cup.

  “Good. I left some warm milk in your room too, Mrs. Yardley,” Yadira explained as she walked Rebecca to the door. “You’ll feel far more rested in the morning if you drink it.”

  “Why thank you, Yadira. That’s very sweet of you.”

  “It is my pleasure.”

  Eden bid them good night as they left her room, then began to drink her milk. After several sips, she noticed it had a peculiar taste, but thinking Yadira had added an herb or spice flavoring, she took several more mouthfuls before deciding she did not want any more. She set the half-empty cup aside and settled down among her pillows. It was not all that easy to get comfortable, but curled up on her side, she usually did not have too much difficulty falling asleep. When Yadira came into her room half an hour later, she stirred lazily before opening her eyes.

  “You didn’t drink all your milk,” the housekeeper scolded gently. “You must finish it now.”

  “No thank you. Did you put something in it tonight? It didn’t taste as good as it usually does.”

  “No one else mentioned it.”

  “You fix warm milk for everyone? That’s really so thoughtful. I didn’t realize you did that.” Eden yawned sleepily. “I really don’t need the milk to get to sleep. Good night.”

  For the last two weeks, Eden had drunk every last drop of the milk Yadira had brought her and the housekeeper had expected that night to be no exception. The injured men had been trained to expect warm milk too, and with the sleeping powders with which it had been laced that night, none would stir before morning. Rebecca’s milk had been drugged as well and she would not awaken either.

  After Yadira had taken care to see that she would be the only one in the house to be awake and alert that night, she would not allow Eden to foil her plans. She had waited as long as she could for the babe’s sake, but fearing it might soon choose to be born during the day when Julian was there, she dared delay no longer.

  “As you wish,” she agreed softly as she stepped away from the bed, but in a few minutes she returned with the bottle of chloroform, and a towel. She had a razor-sharp knife in her apron pocket, but she would not use it until Eden was unconscious. When Eden opened her eyes and regarded her with a sleepy stare, Yadira could not resist taunting her with what was to come.

  “I know Alex fathered your babe. He refused to give me a child, but I intend to raise yours.”

  Frightened by Yadira’s malicious tone, Eden tried to sit up but her body was slow to respond. Her limbs felt too weak to support her weight and her mind was not at all clear. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, Yadira. It’s too late tonight.”

  Yadira’s laugh was as husky as her speaking voice. “You’ll not see tomorrow, but I trust you will die happy knowing that Alex’s baby will.”

  While most of what Yadira said was blurred by the sleeping powder that had sapped Eden’s strength, she heard the word die distinctly. Yadira had opened the bottle of chloroform, but with a strength born of terror, Eden knocked it out of her hands, spilling it all around them. The sickening scent of the anesthetic filled the room instantly and both Eden and Yadira began to gag.

  Eden tried to get away from the housekeeper, to leave her bed by the opposite side, but Yadira reached out to grab her arm and yanked her back. Incensed that her plan had not gone smoothly, the housekeeper grabbed a pillow and forced it down over Eden’s face. She had meant to render her unconscious with chloroform, slit open her belly to deliver the child, then let Eden bleed to death.

  If she had to suffocate her instead, it would make no difference. Her story would still be the same: that Eden had gone into labor during the night, died of heart failure, and that she had had to act quickly to save the child.

  Eden did not need to know the details of Yadira’s grisly plan to realize she was in grave danger and that spurred her to fight as hard as she could. She clawed at Yadira’s arms, but she was too weak to cause her any pain. On the edge of blacking out, she slid her hands down the housekeeper’s apron, and she felt the knife in her pocket. Eden struggled with her last ounce of strength to get a hold of it and did, but deprived of oxygen, her grasp was too feeble to make good use of the weapon.

  When Alex appeared in Eden’s mind, she knew she was dying and that he had come for her. He was dressed as he was in his portrait downstairs and he looked young and strong. She reached out to him, still holding the knife. He whispered that he loved her as his hand closed around hers. His image faded away as she lost consciousness, but when the pillow slid from her face, she was still wearing a peaceful smile.

  Raven had been even more anxious than Sarah to reach his plantation, and when darkness fell before they could enter the Rio Bueno, he dropped anchor off shore and took her and Dr. Endecott upriver with him in a life boat. While it was late, the trio was certain the occupants of the house would not mind being awakened, and they hurried up the steps.

  Raven lit the lamp on the table just inside the front door, then carried i
t to light their way up the stairs. “Let me check to make certain Nathan is still using this room.” He peeked inside, and finding his father-in-law asleep in Alex’s bed, he motioned for Sarah to enter. Certain Nathan would be thrilled to see his wife, Raven waited as she sat down on the bed and shook his shoulder. When the sleeping man did not immediately awaken, both Raven and Clifton Endecott followed her into the room.

  Raven set the lamp aside and spoke to Nathan himself. When the man still did not respond, he turned to the doctor. “Could Julian have given him something to help him sleep?”

  Cliff examined the cup on the nightstand and nodded. “That’s what this smells like. I’m sorry, Sarah, Nathan probably won’t be awake until morning.”

  While obliviously disappointed, Sarah leaned down and kissed her husband’s brow before turning away from the bed. “I’d like to see my daughter.”

  “Let’s go through here.” Raven took them into Eleanora’s room, knowing the doctor wanted to see the men who had been convalescing there. A lamp was burning low in the corner, but even in the dim light he realized as soon as his companions that the men were all sleeping far too soundly. “What the hell is going on here?”

  “Where’s Eden?” Sarah asked with growing alarm.

  “Come on.” Raven dashed from Eleanora’s room and sprinted down the hall. The instant he came through Eden’s door the last traces of the spilled chloroform assailed him but it did not slow his step. Eden lay sprawled across her bed in an unnatural heap, but it was not until he rounded the end of the bed that he saw Yadira’s lifeless body on the floor.

  The doctor had been following close behind and turned back to block Sarah’s way when he caught sight of the dead housekeeper. “Wait, you don’t want to see this.”

  Unwilling to be shoved aside, Sarah lurched past him, but then she, too, came to an abrupt halt. “Who is that?” she whispered hoarsely.

  “Yadira Morales, the housekeeper,” Raven answered. Yadira lay on her back. The knife that had slit her open from navel to chest was still embedded in her flesh and there was no need to feel for a pulse to know she was dead. Taking care not to step on her blood-splattered skirt, Raven sat down on the bed and pulled Eden into his arms.

  “She’s been drugged too,” he announced when his first efforts to wake her proved fruitless.

  Cliff Endecott took Eden’s wrist to take her pulse, and once satisfied it was strong, he turned both her hands over and studied them carefully. “While it certainly looks as though Eden stabbed Yadira, there’s no blood on her hands or nightgown. The men are all asleep in their beds, but Yadira certainly didn’t commit suicide. Who could have killed her?”

  “There must be someone else in the house,” Sarah whispered as she cast an apprehensive glance toward the door.

  Eden moaned softly then, and Raven shifted her position slightly and tried once again to wake her. In a moment, her lashes fluttered slightly, then she opened her eyes. When she recognized Raven, she broke into a delighted smile. “I never said that I love you, but I do. I love you very much.”

  “I love you too,” Raven responded without hesitation. “But we can talk about that later. Can you tell us what happened here tonight?”

  Eden looked puzzled, and when she saw her mother standing at the end of the bed with Cliff Endecott, she was all the more confused. “Mother? Is that really you?”

  “Of course it is, sweetheart, but we have to know what’s happened here.”

  Eden sighed softly, and frowned with concentration. “Yadira tried to kill me. She said she wanted to raise Alex’s baby.”

  “Who is Alex?” Cliff asked.

  “Later,” Raven ordered. “I should have sent Yadira away as you asked me to when we first got home. I’m sorry. This is all my fault, not yours. Julian must have told her the babe was Alex’s without realizing the consequences.

  “Did you catch her?” Eden asked fretfully. “I’m afraid she’ll try to kill me again.”

  “She’s dead, Eden. Don’t you know how it happened?” Raven prompted gently.

  Eden remembered how she had seen Alex then, but surely Alex could not have killed her. “It must have been me. She was trying to smother me, but I got a hold of her knife just before I blacked out.”

  Cliff Endecott did not need to take another look at Yadira’s body to know whoever had stabbed her had done so with brutal force. He doubted Eden would have had the strength to do it. Taking care not to step on the body, he walked around to the nightstand and picked up the cup of milk. A single taste assured him it contained a strong sleeping potion. There was also the unmistakable odor of chloroform in the room. No, a pregnant woman who had been given a drug to sleep, splashed with chloroform, and then smothered with a pillow could not possibly have stabbed Yadira.

  “Your father’s been drugged, and so have the six other men I left here. Is there anyone else in the house?” Cliff asked.

  “Rebecca’s room is across from my father’s,” Eden replied.

  “I’ll go and check on her,” Cliff volunteered immediately, but he soon returned with the news she was also sleeping too soundly to wake. “Is there another room where you can take Eden? I’ll clean up in here.”

  “I’ll take her next door.” Raven got up and walked around to the other side of the bed, but as he started to lift Eden, she cried out. “Are you hurt?”

  Eden bit her lip as the pain of a contraction increased. “I think it’s the baby.”

  “Then I am definitely taking you into my room,” Raven exclaimed. “You’ll be needed, Cliff, just leave Yadira. She’s not going anywhere.”

  “I’ve never delivered a baby,” Cliff admitted with a helpless shrug.

  “Then it’s time you learned how to go about it.” Sarah looped her arm through his and they followed Raven into his room. “After what my daughter has been through tonight, having a child should be easy.”

  And with three such devoted attendants, it was.

  Nathan slept until nearly noon, and when he awakened to find his wife sharing his bed, he reached out to touch her to make certain she was really there. She opened her eyes as his caress brushed her cheek, and gave him such a pretty smile he knew she had to be real.

  “Hello, Grandpa,” she greeted him.

  “Christ, Sarah, I’m not that old.”

  “Oh yes you are. Eden had a baby girl at two this morning. I love our son-in-law already, don’t you?”

  Nathan was silent a moment too long, then admitted grudgingly, “I think he’s too much like me.”

  “Yes, he is. That’s why I find him so easy to love. Now don’t you think we ought to celebrate becoming grandparents?”

  Nathan had had six weeks in which to recuperate, and while Julian still did not let him out of bed for more than a couple of hours at a time, he thought he would do all right as long as he stayed in it. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”

  “Yes, I certainly do.” Their loving exchange was muffled by kisses, and more than an hour went by before Nathan had the presence of mind to inquire how Sarah had come to be in his bed.

  By the time Julian arrived that day, the Southern Knight had tied up at Raven’s dock. Rebecca was seated on the veranda with Cliff Endecott, and knowing all the wounded were now well enough to return to duty at least on a limited basis, Julian asked the Confederate officer what Captain Sinclair’s plans were.

  “We’ll sail at dawn tomorrow. We all appreciate what you did for our men, and if you’ll give me your bill, I’ll pay it before we leave.”

  “Thank you. I’ll make one out just as soon as I’ve seen how Lady Clairbourne is today.”

  “I can tell you that. She’s in excellent health, as is her daughter.”

  Julian was disappointed that he had not been there to attend her, but grateful to hear things had gone well. He noticed the fond glance with which Rebecca regarded Cliff, and thought perhaps it was time she found love again.

  “I’ll want to tell the men goodbye. Are they still
here?”

  “Yes, they’re staying for dinner.”

  Rebecca shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked up at her brother. “Eden’s mother has come for an extended stay. I’m sure she’ll be a big help since Yadira left yesterday.”

  “Yadira’s gone?” Julian asked much too quickly.

  “Yes. She said she couldn’t abide babies and found another position.”

  Julian shrugged as though the matter didn’t concern him and went on in the house. He knew he would never meet another woman with such a hearty sexual appetite, but after a brief moment of sorrow that she left without saying goodbye, he was overwhelmed with relief that she was gone.

  The birth had been an easy one, but that exertion combined with the lingering effects of the sleeping powder kept Eden asleep until early afternoon. She awakened to find Raven seated beside the bed, gently rocking the cradle in which her infant daughter lay sleeping.

  “I meant what I said, I do love you,” she told him. “I wish I’d said it before you went away, but I didn’t realize it until you were gone.”

  “‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder’?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Then I should have left sooner,” Raven teased. “There’s something I wish I’d told you too, and last summer.”

  He suddenly looked so serious, Eden grew worried. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

  Raven flashed a rakish grin. “Maybe. Just listen and then you can say.” Wanting to get the ordeal over with quickly, he plunged ahead. “I told you that I’d lived with Alex since I was a child, and that’s true, but there’s one important point I never explained.”

  Eden plumped up her pillow to get more comfortable. “Well, why don’t you do it now?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to do. Just hush. The first time I saw Alex, I was down at the docks in Kingston. There was a magnificent black horse tied up near the wagons being used to load provisions on his ship. I was standing there petting him when Alex walked up and asked me if I’d like to go for a ride. He was wearing the finest suit of clothes I’d ever seen, and I knew he had to be very rich. I told him I’d never ridden a horse but that I’d like to and he picked me up and put me into the saddle. Alex was twenty then, and I think I was eight.