The Countess Intrigue
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She could feel his searching gaze and tried to keep her face innocent. She burst into a fit of giggles when his serious face broke into a grin. “You had me almost believing your words for a moment,” he chuckled.
Glancing at him from beneath her lashes, Elizabeth smiled. “I had no wish to be on informal terms when I could not be certain if I could trust you. But I would be happy to call you Justice. And now, Justice, I am quite ready to get on with living. I am very happy to have a future to look forward to with you.”
Justice stood up and pulled her into the circle of his arms, flush against his body. They both seemed to revel in the moment, savouring life. His search of her gaze was brief but thorough. He must have been satisfied to see that she welcomed his embrace. He kept one hand at the small of her back, holding her close, while his other hand tunnelled into her hair.
Elizabeth could hear pins fall but couldn’t be bothered by it. Of their own volition, her hands imitated his. One hand held onto his shoulder while her other furrowed into his thick hair. Her tummy tumbled at the sensations coursing through her and his lips hadn’t even touched hers yet. He hovered for a moment; their breath mingled. Elizabeth could almost taste the brandy he had been sipping. She felt drunk on the spirits she had not imbibed.
Finally his lips touched hers. A delicious shiver slithered down her spine and into her legs. If not for his arms around her she doubted they would have kept her standing. She wanted to analyze the moment but all further thought flew from her head as he firmed his lips and deepened the kiss. Time stood still.
Moments later he pulled back as though he realized they were still in a rather public area of the house. It seemed as though he were thinking of escorting her to his room. Her expressive face could rarely hide her intentions. “What are you plotting now, my dear?” he asked.
“No plots, my lord, but I am happy to have satisfied my curiosity on one more score.”
“And that is?” he prompted.
“The first night I met you I had to struggle against the most inconvenient impulse to touch your hair. I am happy to note that it really is as soft as it appears.”
Justice joined her in laughing with delight as he guided her from the room.
Happily ever after had been arranged.
Epilogue
One year later...
Elizabeth strolled along the path in the now barren orchard, relieved that the fair weather was holding.
“I am so glad you were able to come for a visit despite the fact that winter is approaching.”
Her dear friend Rosamund, now the Duchess of Wrentham, laughed. “Well, I assured His Grace that I would be unbearable if he did not bring me. He wouldn’t allow it while I was increasing, and then when the baby was so new. He still didn’t love the idea, but I refused to wait until spring, so here we are. Now tell me, are you truly as happy as you appear?”
Elizabeth grinned at her friend who sounded as though she was still as managing as ever. “I am, actually. Perhaps even happier than I appear.” Her hand dropped briefly to caress her growing belly. “I can fully imagine the duke refusing to bring you before. Sinclair will barely let me out of his sight now that I’m in an interesting condition.”
Rose trilled another laugh. “Who would have thought you would find such joy with the Earl of Heath? But of course, now that you know he didn’t kill his first wife, I guess all there is to focus on is all that handsomeness.”
Elizabeth’s smile was private. “Well, there are a great many things to focus on,” she said while blushing. Turning the subject quickly she said, “Speaking of uncomfortable topics, you really must tell me everything before our husbands rejoin us. What really happened the night you were abducted? I never wanted to address it fully in a letter, but you really must tell me. Do you realize that was the fateful night that I became embroiled with Sinclair?”
“Well I am delighted that so much good came out of such a sticky situation. If not for Broderick, neither of us would be where we are today.”
They had come to a bench and Elizabeth gratefully sank down onto it. It was good that they had dressed warmly. Despite the unusually fair weather, there was still a nip in the air. She nodded in acknowledgement of Rose’s words.
“I know. I cannot find it in my heart to hate the man despite his schemes and machinations. Of course, I never truly had dealings with him. Even the night that he came here demanding the countess’ jewels, he only pointed his gun at Sinclair, not me. Of course, I was terrified at the time, but after everything I cannot say that I think he is evil, merely diabolically misdirected.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “You always were one to see the good in everything. But with the passage of time, I have been able to let go of most of my ill will toward the man. I still bear a small scar on my wrist from where it was rubbed raw by the ropes he tied me up with, so I cannot say I will ever be able to forget about him. But I got away within hours of the abduction.” She lowered her voice and glanced around, ensuring that there was no one within earshot. “I have to tell you, the look on Wrentham’s face when I came running out of that dreadful building was priceless. I dare say he was disappointed that I had managed to save myself. Of course, I will admit, I have no idea how I would have gotten myself safely out of that part of Town, so it was good that he showed up when he did.”
“I am so glad that nothing worse happened to you. It’s too bad that you bear scars. It would be better if you could forget it. But as you say, it brought the two of you together, so the memories can’t all be bitter.”
Rose returned her smile. “Not at all bitter, my friend.”
“But you must tell me, how did Broderick come to be free after that? I would have thought Wrentham would have torn him limb from limb.”
“I rather thought he was going to as well, but the man has self control of steel.” She shook her head, but Elizabeth could see the warm twinkle of appreciation in her friend’s eye when she thought of her husband. “Of course, when Wrentham found Broderick the second time, I cannot say he was gentle with him, but since your husband was so quick to tie him up, Wrentham couldn’t, as a gentleman, pummel him as he wished.”
The two were quiet for a moment before Elizabeth asked with a tentative tone to her voice, “Is the matter truly closed now that Broderick has been eliminated?”
Rose sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately there will always be plots against the government and our king. But with Broderick gone this particular threat has been eliminated.” Rose shook off her serious mien and grinned. “It is such a shame the man was a traitor. With his brilliant mind Broderick would have been very useful to the Home Office.”
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Even after all that he has done you still think he’s brilliant?”
“Using women to manipulate their husbands into doing as he wished with the government?” Rose asked. “It could have worked rather well if he had chosen different subjects. And we cannot be completely certain that he wasn’t successful with many others. Broderick refused to divulge anything. He took his secrets with him to his grave. If Wrentham and Sinclair had not testified against him he actually might have gotten away with it. The methods he used kept him quite safe from blame. It could be argued that he never forced anyone to do anything.” There was a brief pause while Elizabeth gazed at her friend with rapt attention. Rose continued. “Really, if not for his abducting me and then threatening your husband, it would have been impossible to tie him to any plots.”
“Why do you suppose he took such a risk as to abduct you? If he was as brilliant as you think, surely he must have realized it would lead to no good.”
Rose shrugged. “He had either gotten too complacent or too desperate.” Her serious face broke into a wide grin as she glanced down the path toward the house and saw their husbands walking toward them. Wrentham had a small bundle in his arms. “Now, never mind about all this. Is that not the most beautiful baby you have ever seen?”
Elizabeth too dismissed the worrisom
e topic and returned her friend’s smile as she once again placed a gentle hand on her rounded belly. “He is quite lovely. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he will soon be replaced as most beautiful in my eyes.”
Rose nodded. “You are wise, my friend, to realize that. I never knew I would feel like this about a baby.” She reached over and clasped Elizabeth’s hand. “I do hope you are having a boy. It would be brilliant if they could grow up together as the best of friends.”
Elizabeth nodded, her eyes welling with tears as she squeezed her friend’s hand. “Or if it’s a girl we could always play matchmaker.”
By then the gentlemen had arrived and heard Elizabeth’s last words. They exchanged wry glances. Justice was the first to speak. “Trust the women to already be planning the babies’ lives.” He turned and shook his head at his wife. “Surely you don’t want to turn into your mother.” He teased, although she could hear the loving laughter in his voice.
Despite the fact that he was jesting, Elizabeth was much struck by his words and could not contain her laughter. “Perish the thought. You are correct as usual, my lord. Whoever this child turns out to be, I shall love him or her and do my utmost to allow him to make of his life as he wishes.” She paused for a moment but then had to add, “Of course, I may have to provide a gentle nudge here or there.”
The four friends shared in uproarious laughter before returning to the house to continue their visit.
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