The Gentleman's Bride Search (The Glass Slipper Chronicles Book 4)

by Deborah Hale

  “Was that when you decided you would never marry?” He turned to stare at her, hoping he had discovered the key to overcoming Evangeline’s resistance. “Was that why? Because you were afraid to care for someone so much that losing him would threaten your very existence?”

  It made a kind of sense. Evangeline was not a person to do anything by halves. Any task she set herself, she committed her whole heart and soul, whether it was raising his children, leading her school friends or finding him a wife. If she allowed herself to care for him, Jasper sensed she would hold nothing back. Such all-consuming commitment could be a powerful force... perhaps even dangerous.

  It did not occur to him that he should have kept his thoughts to himself until Evangeline stiffened and inhaled a sharp little gasp. When she twisted about to face him, her roses-and-cream complexion was pale as snow, with small livid spots flaming high on each cheek.

  Her large brown eyes flashed with sparks of amber lightning that Jasper could make out even in the gathering darkness. “Sir, this conversation is becoming far too personal. I will thank you not to speculate on my motives. They are no business of yours.”

  The magnitude of his mistake descended on Jasper like an avalanche. “Forgive me, Evangeline! I did not mean to offend you.”

  Sensing his apology required more than words, he reached for her hand, but she snatched it away. “Let us speak no more of such things! What is the point of becoming closer acquainted when I will soon be leaving your employ. You would do better to deepen your acquaintance with Miss Webster.”

  There could be no question she was vexed with him, but Jasper glimpsed something else behind her indignant glare. Sadness, perhaps, and... longing? Or did he only imagine a reflection of his own feelings that he wanted to believe she might share?

  “It is not Miss Webster I wish to know better!” His vehement declaration violated all the lessons Evangeline had tried to teach him about proper courtship. But at that moment, with her so near and darkness falling around them, Jasper had no further patience for lessons and rules. “It is not Miss Webster I want with me now, nor to dance this evening away.”

  Before he could reach his obvious conclusion, Evangeline swept an alarmed glance around them and cried, “Here we are at the assembly! It seemed like a very short drive.”

  She scrambled out of the gig and dashed away to join the rest of the party. As he watched her flee with the swift grace of a hind eluding a hunter, Jasper cursed himself under his breath.

  But now that he had committed himself this far, he was determined to continue until Evangeline yielded to his suit or persuaded him beyond any doubt that she could never care for him.

  She was running away from a man she cared for in a way she had never thought possible—a man who might have been about to declare his feelings for her if only she’d stayed to listen. Did that prove he was right and she was a coward when it came to matters of the heart?

  As Evangeline approached the other two carriages, she slowed her steps and forced her racing breath to a less frantic pace. Then she fixed on a smile and tried to put Jasper’s challenging questions from her mind.

  Mr. Brookes was helping the ladies out of their carriage while Mr. Webster did the same for his fellow passengers. Evangeline found herself intensely aware of the tender glance that passed between the vicar and Verity when he escorted her into the hall. It filled her with a wistful ache that was not envy, only a longing to experience that deep, unspoken connection which was surely one of humanity’s greatest blessings.

  This was no time to come over all dreamy and distracted! Evangeline chided herself as sternly as her teachers used to. She had promised to introduce Jasper’s guests to his neighbors and put them at ease.

  “Come along, ladies.” She beckoned Miss Leveson, Miss Webster and Miss Brookes. “Let us not keep the gentlemen waiting.”

  Her prediction that their arrival would create a sensation proved correct. In no time at all, the ladies were surrounded by admirers and had promised the first several dances. Even Evangeline received an invitation and took to the floor with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Having avoided dancing for a good many years, she had to exercise all her powers of concentration to keep from making a fool of herself.

  Before long, however, she got caught up in the movement and energy of the other dancers. Her false smile blossomed into a genuine one. By the time she had finished a reel and a country dance, she had pushed her unsettling conversation with Jasper Chase to the back of her mind, where she hoped it would stay.

  But when he approached her with a cup of punch, the things he’d said came flooding back again and she could not dismiss them out of hand.

  Jasper must have detected signs of alarm in her expression, for he asked, “Have I spoiled any chance that you will speak to me again, let alone do me the honor of a dance?”

  “Not entirely.” Evangeline reached for the cup of punch he held out to her. “This goes some way to redeem you.”

  She drank it down with grateful relish.

  Jasper grinned, an expression that was as difficult to resist as the punch, for it contained an equally refreshing mixture of sweetness and tang. “If you ever give anyone else lessons in courting, you should add one on the value of providing a beverage at the proper time. I congratulate myself on coming up with it all on my own.”

  Evangeline tried to keep from smiling back at Jasper in case he took it as encouragement to continue in the vein he had begun earlier. She did not want that.

  Or did she?

  Duty and caution warned her that she should not. But could her caution be born of fear as Jasper had suggested? She had always prided herself on her stubborn refusal to be ruled by fear. Yet her employer’s sudden attention caused her at least as much alarm as elation. It had made her turn tail and run as she never had before the harshest teacher or nastiest bullies at school.

  “Thoughtful actions are always a good way to win the regard of others.” Inwardly Evangeline winced at her prim, pedantic tone. Clearly she could use lessons in the subtle art of innocent flirtation.

  Jasper chuckled as if he believed she meant to banter with him. He nodded toward the dance floor. “I am pleased to see Miss Webster’s company is in such demand.”

  “No wonder.” Evangeline watched the lady move with spirited grace through the steps of a longways country dance. “She is beautiful, an excellent dancer and very agreeable company. What more could a partner wish for?”

  “I suppose that depends on the partner.” Jasper lowered his voice. “She may be many men’s idea of an ideal lady. I was inclined to think so, not long ago. But now I know what I truly want. I am pleased you made Miss Webster enough introductions that she will not miss my name from her dance card. That leaves me free to concentrate my attentions... elsewhere.”

  As his voice fell, he leaned closer to Evangeline, until his murmured words seemed to caress her ear.

  The back of her neck prickled with gooseflesh.

  “That is not why I introduced Miss Webster around!” she insisted.

  “I know,” Jasper assured her. “But if you had, I would not be displeased. Now, if I have not spoiled my chance of securing a dance with you, I would like to request the honor. Will you prove your courage by obliging me?”

  Prove her courage? Clearly Jasper knew the perfect means to persuade her to do what he wanted. It was no use pretending she wished to dance with him any less than he with her. But the manner of his request saved her pride a little.

  “How can I resist such a challenge?” she asked with an intrepid tilt of her chin.

  They left their empty punch cups on a nearby table. Then she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor, where a new set was beginning to form.

  The warmth of his smile rewarded Evangeline for accepting his invitation, if she had needed any further boon than the pleasure of dancing with him. It kindled a sparkling glow that made her forget where her wayward feelings could lead if she was not careful. All th
at mattered was this moment and her joy in his company.

  They joined two long lines of men and women facing each other across the floor. Evangeline glimpsed several of Jasper’s guests among the other dancers. A swift pang of shame gripped her when she encountered Mr. Webster’s reproachful gaze. But his daughter did not appear to notice that her suitor was paying considerable attention to another lady. Or was Miss Webster too proud to betray any sign of injured feelings?

  The opening chords of the music banished those doubts from Evangeline’s mind. Concentrating on the sequence of steps and following the more experienced dancers around her left no room for thoughts of Miss Webster. Her heart was too full of pleasure in Jasper’s company to hold a single drop of guilt.

  Some of the other dancers took the opportunity to converse as they bowed, crossed and turned, but Evangeline and Jasper did not. Perhaps he sensed that she could not tolerate any distraction or perhaps he also needed to concentrate on the steps he had not performed in a long while. But whenever their eyes met, he smiled at her and his gaze glowed with enjoyment. Whenever he clasped her hand to bow over it or perform a turn, he gave her fingers a subtle squeeze that suggested a special connection between them. As the dance rollicked to its conclusion, Evangeline felt as if her feet scarcely touched the floor.

  When the dance concluded, Jasper applauded and gave a breathless chuckle. “I hope I did not disgrace myself or you too much with my performance.”

  She shook her head. “No more than I. Are you sorry now that you insisted on taking a turn with me?”

  He answered with a look of mock derision tempered with fondness. “If you believe that, you are a good deal less clever than I reckoned.”

  “I must admit, you did not look sorry.” His unexpected attentiveness made her feel light-headed, as if he had spun her around too quickly during the dance. “Indeed, you gave every indication of enjoying yourself.”

  “That’s better.” Jasper’s eyes focused on her with such intensity, he hardly seemed aware of anyone else in the room. “Your powers of observation do not appear to have suffered, after all. Of course, if you wish to prove that you enjoyed our dance as much as I did, you will consent to join me for another.”

  “Must everything be a challenge with you?” she teased with a hint of asperity.

  Jasper pulled a wry face. “Knowing my competitive nature, does that surprise you?”

  Evangeline could not contain the laughter that bubbled out of her. It threatened to carry her away.

  “I would say you and I are well matched in that regard. Come to think of it, we are well matched in a great many ways...” He looked as if he wanted to say more but managed to restrain himself. “Including on the dance floor. What do you say? Shall we try again and see if we can improve?”

  The power of his personality and her own inclination urged Evangeline to agree at once. But her prudence and discretion were determined to mount some resistance. “I will dance with you again if you wish, but not right away. It would be certain to cause comment and make Mr. Webster even more vexed with me. You really should not neglect his daughter so shamefully, regardless of what... strange compulsion has come over you this evening.”

  As the musicians tuned up for the next dance and new lines began to form, Jasper drew her away from the floor. “This strange compulsion, as you call it, is much more than that, Evangeline. And it did not come over me just this evening. It has been growing for some time without my being aware of it. I only wish I had recognized it sooner.”

  His words made her heart bound, for they described her feelings toward him with perfect accuracy. How could she doubt his sincerity when she had experienced the same emotions as he claimed to?

  Though Jasper spoke softly and the people around them appeared too intent on their own business to take any notice, Evangeline pressed her finger to her lips. “This is not the place to speak of such things.”

  Jasper looked around as if becoming aware of the rest of the company for the first time. “You are right, of course. But I do mean to speak of them at my earliest opportunity. In the meantime, if you will not dance with me again so soon, at least let me fetch you another cup of punch?”

  “I would be most obliged to you. I had forgotten what thirsty work dancing can be.”

  Perhaps a cool draft of punch would dampen the dangerous sparks of ardor his attentions ignited in her. If they blazed out of control they could threaten the life’s work to which she had dedicated herself.

  Jasper seemed to take her acceptance as further encouragement. “I shall return in a moment.”

  He had gone no distance when Squire Brunskill appeared before Evangeline and requested the honor of the next dance. The squire was a jovial little widower who often spoke kindly to her and the children after church. She accepted his invitation with a degree of eagerness that might have appeared rather forward.

  While they waited to take their turn on the dance floor, Jasper returned bearing the promised punch.

  The squire mistakenly accepted both cups for Evangeline and himself. “Why, thank you, Mr. Chase. It is very good to see Miss Fairfax enjoying a little local society. She is quite devoted to your dear children, but surely the lady deserves a little life of her own.”

  The poor man seemed oblivious to the baleful glare he received from Jasper. For a moment Evangeline feared her employer might seize his neighbor by the collar and give him a sound shaking.

  Before he had a chance, the squire bolted his punch and shoved the empty cup back into Jasper’s extended hand. “Drink up, Miss Fairfax. The next set is about to form. If you will excuse us, Mr. Chase, I mean to take advantage of her unexpected presence this evening.”

  Evangeline did as the squire bid her, torn between alarm, relief and a wild urge to laugh. Finding herself suddenly the object of masculine rivalry was simply too ridiculous!

  Did the squire have any idea how ridiculous he looked fawning over a lady nearly half his age?

  Until that evening, Jasper had liked the plainspoken North Countryman who took a benevolent role in the activities of the village. Squire Brunskill had accepted him as a member of the community in spite of his being city bred and having bettered his fortunes by marriage. With no family of his own, the squire clearly doted on Jasper’s children, losing no opportunity to praise their looks, cleverness and behavior.

  But as Jasper watched his neighbor dance with Evangeline that evening and ply her with rustic gallantries, he found himself detesting the man. It was clear he had fancied the lady for some time but never found an opportunity to pursue her. The churchyard was hardly the proper place to conduct a courtship. Tonight, as the squire had proclaimed, he was eager to take advantage of her presence.

  Worse than that, Evangeline seemed to be encouraging the squire in a deliberate effort to avoid Jasper! Could that be because she had no romantic interest in him and found his attentions distasteful? Or were her feelings quite the opposite—so strong that they alarmed her? After the silent communication that had passed between them during their dance, Jasper was inclined to believe the latter.

  He must make Evangeline understand she had nothing to fear from him. But how could he persuade her of that if the squire insisted on monopolizing her company?

  In a fever of anxiety, Jasper sought out Norton Brookes and drew him aside for a brief word. “Can I prevail upon you to claim the next dance with Miss Fairfax? A neighbor of mine is making a nuisance of himself.”

  His friend glanced toward the dance floor. “I shall always be happy to assist Miss Fairfax, though she does not strike me as a helpless damsel in need of rescue.”

  “Of course she’s not helpless!” Jasper bridled at the suggestion. Even as a young girl, in that repressive school, Evangeline had found ways to stand up for herself and her friends. “But I fear he may take advantage of her good nature to impose upon her.”

  Still, his friend did not seem to appreciate the gravity of the situation. “If you are so concerned, why not have a word
with the fellow? Or ask Miss Fairfax to dance yourself? That would be no hardship, surely?”

  Of course it would not be a hardship! Jasper fought the urge to rage at Norton. His emotions felt raw, too easily inflamed. That was not a pleasant sensation, yet he felt more fully alive, somehow, than he had in a very long time. Perhaps this was part of what Evangeline feared about allowing herself to care too deeply for someone.

  “If you will not oblige me, I suppose I shall have to ask her,” he muttered darkly.

  The worst she could do was refuse. Jasper told himself that would be a minor setback, though his heart regarded it otherwise. Perhaps a breath of fresh air would help him put the matter in proper perspective.

  He turned away from his friend and stalked to the door, making a determined effort to avert his eyes from the dance floor. If he happened to see Evangeline enjoying the squire’s company more than his, he feared he might do something he would regret.

  A moment later, he emerged from the assembly hall into the cool air and relative quiet of the village square. A few coachmen had congregated within sight of the door, enjoying a little conversation and refreshment while they waited for their passengers. Jasper turned in the opposite direction and took several long slow breaths in an effort to clear his head.

  Before he had managed that properly, Piers Webster appeared. Jasper doubted their meeting was a coincidence.

  Mr. Webster wasted no time confirming his suspicion. “Have you and Margaret had a quarrel then?”

  “Nothing of the kind,” Jasper insisted.

  It was perfectly true. He liked Margaret Webster as well as ever. They’d never had the slightest disagreement, in contrast to his frequent clashes with Evangeline. He’d believed that was what he wanted from marriage—unbroken tranquility. Now he sensed it would only lull his heart back to sleep. While that might be a comfortable state, how much would he miss as a consequence?

  Piers Webster gave a doubtful sniff. “Then why are you skulking out here while my daughter is inside dancing with every bumpkin beau in the parish?”