Scandalous

by Jenna Petersen

  J ENNA P ETERSEN

  Scandalous

  For Miriam, who reminded me I could.

  For May, who told me I would.

  And for Michael, because he is my hero.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Dominic Mallory had never been one to debauch virgins, but…

  Chapter 2

  “Drink?” Cole asked with a thin smile for Dominic.

  Chapter 3

  Katherine pulled the fur-lined shawl closer to her shoulders before…

  Chapter 4

  “I don’t understand why my presence is even necessary,” Dominic…

  Chapter 5

  Katherine’s gown was the one she chose months before. The…

  Chapter 6

  Even behind the so-called protection of the changing screen, Dominic…

  Chapter 7

  Trying to pretend an uncomfortable silence was an amiable one…

  Chapter 8

  For three long days this had gone on. Three nights…

  Chapter 9

  Dominic Mallory was a large man. Not just in size,…

  Chapter 10

  Katherine took a few steps into the dining room before…

  Chapter 11

  At the time, Katherine would have invited Napoleon’s army into…

  Chapter 12

  Katherine wrung her trembling hands one last time as she…

  Chapter 13

  Katherine was utterly and completely confused. She frowned as she…

  Chapter 14

  When Katherine was forced to marry Dominic, she assumed she…

  Chapter 15

  Katherine stared out her window. She was happy for the…

  Chapter 16

  Katherine covered her eyes. The world spun and a wave…

  Chapter 17

  Katherine set down her spoonful of stew with a sigh.

  Chapter 18

  The truth would set Dominic free. But that didn’t change…

  Chapter 19

  Katherine strummed her fingers along the wooden table with a…

  Chapter 20

  Dominic recoiled. Instead of the calm control that usually resided…

  Epilogue

  Dominic stared out the window overlooking the grounds of Lansing…

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  Chapter 1

  D ominic Mallory had never been one to debauch virgins, but he was beginning to think he should make an exception for this beauty. He took a quick glance around the wide stone terrace before he stepped farther back into the shadows. Good, they were alone. He ground out his cigar as he blew a last circle of smoke into the cold air. If he had it his way, nothing would disturb this moment. Rushing a seduction took all the anticipation out of it.

  Seduction hadn’t been his plan when he arrived at his family’s estate. In fact, he’d come straight to the terrace in order to avoid the celebration inside. Now he knew he’d made the right choice. He could have a much more interesting party alone with this young woman.

  She leaned on the terrace wall, completely oblivious to his presence. He had been more than aware of hers from the moment she slipped from the crowded ballroom into the frosty night. Now she stared up at the stars, giving him the impression that her heart and mind were leagues away. Her jet black hair matched the inky sky. Somehow during the evening, a few long, curly strands had come down from the elaborate pile on her head, leaving a tantalizing trail down the middle of her back. A trail he longed to follow with his lips.

  He sighed softly. But, if she was a guest at his brother’s wedding soiree, she was surely a virginal miss who would only be interested in a marriage proposal. If he revealed himself to offer her a night of pleasure, she’d probably swoon.

  But then again, if she swooned, he could catch her.

  Dominic grinned as he took a few quiet steps out of the shadows. He had the benefit of a thin dusting of snow on the stones, which muffled his approach. Even when he was right at her side, she didn’t glance his way.

  Perfect.

  “Good evening,” he whispered, just a touch too close to her ear to be proper.

  She turned toward him with a blush and he finally had the pleasure of seeing the color of her eyes. Jade green. Magnificent. Even if this woman proved to be an unattainable challenge, he’d certainly chosen well.

  “G-Good evening,” she stammered as she straightened up to smooth the front of the gown that matched those jade eyes perfectly. She pulled a darker emerald shawl tighter around her shoulders as she smiled. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t see you there.”

  He shrugged one shoulder and gave her his most dashing wink. Insincere, but always effective. “You were wishing on the stars. I wondered what you might have wished for.”

  He was being completely and inappropriately forward and he knew it. Judging from the wary surprise in her eyes that accompanied his impertinent question, she recognized it, too. Yet instead of hurrying away or calling for her chaperone, her face slowly relaxed and she said, “I didn’t wish for anything. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  Dominic frowned, all his lustful thoughts pushed aside, at least for the time being. How was that possible? No one ever obtained everything they wanted. There was always something lacking. At least, there always had been in his life.

  “My, how lucky you are,” he drawled, then shut his eyes in exasperation. His voice was brittle and forced. Not the way to talk to a lady he wished to seduce. With effort, he softened his tone. “But perhaps I’m not enough of a romantic to believe in wishes, after all.”

  She laughed and his eyes flew open at the light, melodic sound. Her pale face flushed, but this time it was with mirth, and her eyes shone like precious jewels in the moonlight. He wouldn’t have believed it possible, but she was even lovelier when amused.

  “Well, if you cannot be a romantic at a wedding celebration, perhaps you’re a lost cause, sir,” she teased.

  He had often thought that himself.

  With a shrug, he said, “Yes, well the wedding isn’t for another three days. Maybe I’ll find a little romance in me during that time.”

  He tilted his head to lock gazes with her. Now that he’d talked to her for a few moments, he was sure she was an unmarried, eligible lady. Still, he felt an inordinate amount of heat coming from her. Like there was something a bit wild hidden beneath all the pretty clothes and small talk. Something well worth exploring.

  She broke their stare with a startled flash in her eyes, as if she remembered where they were and that they were alone. Her spine stiffened as she leaned away.

  “I don’t think this is a very appropriate conversation to be having with a stranger on a terrace.” Her voice was breathy.

  He stifled a laugh. There were the maidenly refusals. The wild thing was stuffed back under a layer of propriety. But oh, the challenge of coaxing her out again.

  “So you’re telling me we could continue to talk about things a little more interesting than the weather if we weren’t strangers?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

  Slowly, she allowed her gaze to flit to his face, but gave no answer.

  He laughed. “Very well, my lady. Why don’t you tell me who you are first?”

  She backed away a long step and her eyes darkened. “D-Don’t you know? I thought for sure you must. I’m—”

  Before she could finish, the terrace door opened behind them and she spun around to face the intruder. Dominic stepped into the shadows instinctively. No use causing a scene with some fawning mama. Though the woman who interrupted them looked nothing like the one he’d been speaking with. No, the intruder was wide where this beauty was slender, and instead of ebony hair, this new wom
an’s was mousy brown.

  Not that Dominic had grounds to talk about anyone else’s lack of familial similarity.

  “There you are,” the woman at the door said as she put her hands on her ample hips. “I have been searching for you for a full ten minutes.”

  Dominic’s target looked as guilty as a thief. “I’m sorry, Eustacia. I needed a breath of fresh air. It was stifling inside.”

  The older woman now identified as Eustacia shook her head. “It’s freezing out here. You’ll catch your death. Colden is waiting for you. Come back inside so he can make the toast, Katherine.”

  Dominic’s stomach tightened as he reeled backward, until he flattened against the house’s stone wall. His sister had written to him about a woman with the name Katherine. But no. It wasn’t possible. Except that it was.

  The woman he’d been contemplating taking to his bed was Katherine Fleming, his older brother’s fiancée.

  Katherine turned and seemed surprised that he’d disappeared. Her voice was unsure when she murmured, “There was a man…”

  Eustacia rolled her eyes, then held the door open a fraction wider. Her large, slippered foot tapped aggressively beneath the edge of a hideous red gown. “I’m sure it was nothing. Come along.”

  “Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Katherine said as she moved toward the house. At the door, she paused to take one last glance over her shoulder, then disappeared from view as the door swung shut behind her.

  Dominic let out a low stream of curses that went from colorful to absolutely blasphemous. Once again, it seemed he was playing second to Cole. It was a competition he despised, no matter how accustomed to it he became. Though he had no interest in marrying, it rankled him that his brother possessed the first woman who held his attention in what seemed like months.

  “I never should have come to the family estate,” he muttered under his breath as he finally came out of the protection of the shadows. Now that Katherine Fleming was gone, the place had lost a great deal of its charm. In fact, it was nothing but a pile of memories from his youth. Most of them unpleasant.

  Despite that, Dominic had no choice but to return to his childhood home. Cole had something Dominic wanted. And it wasn’t Katherine Fleming. She had only been a momentary distraction. One he’d do best to forget.

  Katherine forced a smile as she came across the crowded ballroom to her fiancé’s side. Cole was chatting with his mother, Larissa Mallory and Katherine’s guardian, Stephan Walworth. As she drew near, he stopped speaking and gave her a wide, dashing smile.

  “There she is, my lovely future bride.”

  He offered his arm and she slipped her hand inside the crook. As always, she felt a swell of friendship for the man she was to marry. Nothing more.

  Certainly nothing like the odd sensation she experienced outside on the terrace with the stranger who appeared and disappeared so quickly. Who was the man with the dark hair and stormy gray eyes who made her heart do the oddest kind of fluttering?

  And what in the world was she doing remembering such details, like a stranger’s eyes? She was to be married in three days to a man with blond hair and…and…brown eyes.

  She took a sidelong glance at Cole to make sure she was correct. Yes, his eyes were brown. Relief filled her. Not that it made a bit of difference whose eyes were what color.

  No, she had no business focusing on some forward stranger who hadn’t even the courtesy to introduce himself properly. She had Cole, and Cole was exactly what she wanted. He was a good man and a friend to her. He wasn’t anyone she could ever feel a great, overwhelming passion for, which was exactly why she had accepted his suit after years of waiting and refusing other men.

  “Are you quite well, my dear?” Cole whispered.

  She started at his voice and shook her thoughts away. “Of course. Why do you ask?”

  “You seem a bit distant, that’s all.” He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.

  Her smile grew wider as she relaxed back into reality and forgot about her troubling musings. Cole always noticed her every mood. He was so considerate in that regard. Certainly no other man would be so attentive. And definitely not the man on the terrace.

  Now, why was she thinking of him again?

  She gave Cole a shaky smile. “I’m fine, just a bit distracted by all these people and the wedding plans. I’m sure it will pass.”

  “Of course.”

  He looked out over the small crowd of important people from the shire. They’d been invited to share in the joy of the impending marriage. It was a business move as much as a celebration. If the people were happy, Cole’s life would be easier. Katherine understood perfectly well that making her new husband’s life more pleasant would be a large part of her duties in the future.

  “In just a few days, all this will be over,” Larissa said with a cool nod for her future daughter-in-law. “Isn’t it time for your toast, Colden?”

  “Yes, Mother, I do believe you’re right.” Cole motioned to the orchestra and slowly the song they played trailed off. All eyes turned to Cole as he took a flute of champagne for himself and one for Katherine. As he handed her the glass, he announced, “I would like to thank you all for coming.”

  The crowd muttered appreciatively, though Katherine noticed they were shifting in the back, as if someone were elbowing his way through the masses toward the front. With a small shrug, she turned her attention back to Cole.

  “As those of you in this room well know, the last few years have not been easy for me.” He frowned and Katherine’s heart ached for him. Cole’s first wife had died just two years before. “But I’m happy to declare that Katherine has helped me during these trying times.”

  He opened his mouth to say more, but at that moment, the person who had been pushing his way through the crowd burst to the front and came to Cole’s side. He was a nervous-looking wisp of a man, hardly taller than Katherine herself and nearly the same weight. She expected her fiancé to wave him away, but instead Cole paused to lean down and whisper for a moment.

  Katherine knew something terrible had happened by the way her fiancé’s normally calm face twisted, then paled two shades.

  “Are you sure?” he said in low voice.

  The intruder nodded at least ten times in rapid succession. “I spoke to her meself, my lord.”

  “Thank you,” he murmured, then turned back to the crowd. His expression was tight and false. “Thank you again for coming and have a good evening.”

  The group seemed as confused as she was by the sudden shift in their host’s mood and the abrupt end to his toast, but they quickly returned to the free drinks and lively music of the orchestra.

  Cole’s family, however, didn’t accept his change of tone so easily.

  “What is it?” Larissa asked as she took two steps toward her son. Cole’s sister, Julia, made her way through the crowd with a look of concern on her face that mirrored Katherine’s own.

  Her fiancé clenched his teeth. “Come with me to my office.”

  Without even a glance for her, he started out of the ballroom toward the main area of the house. The Mallorys followed closely behind, and though they hadn’t been invited, the Walworths seemed determined to attend as well. Katherine took up the rear with a strange sense of dread filling her every fiber.

  She had never seen Cole look so upset. Not even when he spoke of his late wife during their courtship of the last year. But now he seemed distracted beyond reason. She could only pray nothing tragic had happened. Her intended had already suffered more than enough loss.

  She finally caught up with the main group as they entered her fiancé’s office. She’d only taken half a step into the room when Cole turned to the small crowd around him and said, “I’m sorry to have been so rude, but this is an emergency.”

  Julia stepped forward. “What is it?”

  The look on her face was enough to frighten Katherine. Since she met Julia Mallory nearly a year before, she had always been impressed with the other wom
an’s poise and serene nature. Though she was classified as a spinster at the age of thirty-four, that never seemed to bother her. In fact, this was the first time Katherine had ever seen Julia look remotely worried.

  Cole glanced in Katherine’s direction with a troubled frown. “The man who interrupted my toast is a trusted investigator in my employ. He told me something very shocking. In fact, I can hardly believe it’s true myself.”

  Larissa pursed her lips in annoyance. “Don’t keep us in suspense, Cole. What is it? Is it something about your brother? Just tell us.”

  He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “My late wife is—She’s alive.”

  Katherine’s mouth fell open in disbelief at Cole’s announcement, but she was too shocked to let out a gasp like the other inhabitants of the room. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t be. Sarah Mallory had been lost in a tragic accident at sea! Poor Cole never even had the peace that came from burying his wife, as her body had never been found.

  Her heart pounded as her own thoughts betrayed her. Without a body resting in a peaceful grave, his statement could be true. Sarah could very well be the woman this investigator had seen. Certainly, there had been tales before of sailors believed lost who had turned up long after being declared dead.

  Everything sank inside her. How had this happened? She’d chosen so carefully, made her plans so well. And now, with one sentence, her world was coming down.

  She shook her head. Her reaction was very selfish. Here Cole had just announced his beloved wife was alive and all she could think about was how this destroyed her life. No, she had to focus. Later, she would consider the consequences.

  Julia uncovered her mouth and finally broke the weighty silence. “Sarah? Alive?”