“A treat almost as sweet as you are.” Henry held out a pineapple ice startling her from her introspection.
Perhaps it would be best not to spoil this day. “Thank you.” She accepted the treat as he moved to lean against the square’s railing. He stretched his long legs out and propped one elbow up, smiling at her. Yes, she would savor this day for the rest of her life. Tomorrow, she would put an end to their courtship.
SCANDALOUS REDEMPTION
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tomorrow had come and gone, but Claudia remained mum on the topic of marriage. Every day for the last fortnight, Henry had called on her. He took her for rides in his curricle, strolls through Hyde Park, and for ices at Gunter’s. In the evenings, he sought her out at balls and soirees, always dancing two sets with her, and though they were nonconsecutive, she understood his intent.
“Claudia, dear, did you hear me?” Vivian tapped her fan on the arm of her chair. “I said I have it on the best of authority that Lord Shillington is going to offer for you.”
Her head spun, causing the room to tilt around her. He planned to propose to her. The news should not come as a shock. She had let the courtship go on far too long. If it killed her and it well might, she would beg him off today. Preferably, before he had a chance to embarrass them both by proposing. Claudia lifted her teacup. “I will not marry him.”
“Surely, you jest.” Vivian pinned Claudia beneath her stare. “Your courtship has gone splendidly.”
“I most certainly do not jest. I told you long ago that I would not marry again.” Her heart broke at the words, but she did not allow her pain to show. Instead, she notched her chin in a stubborn show.
“He makes you happy. I see it in the way you look at him. Your face lights up at the mention of his name.” Vivian pointed her fan at Claudia. “You are in love. Do not deny it.”
Claudia could not refute her love for him if she tried, but nor did she have to admit her foolishness. She flicked open her fan and waved it in front of her burning cheeks. She would rather beg him off and remember their time together with happiness, then marry him and grow to be miserable. Her heart would heal, as would his.
Vivian looked at Duchess Abernathy. “Do say something.”
The duchess lowered her teacup to the table. “Love is a complicated emotion. Perhaps it would be best if we let them work this out on their own.”
Claudia angled her head toward the duchess. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, dear.” The duchess smiled. “Nonetheless, I must also warn you not to be too hasty. As I told you before, marriage is a wonderful thing when two people truly love one another. Be mindful, you may not get a third chance with him.” She retrieved her teacup. “I will say no more on the matter.”
Claudia desperately wished she could believe the duchess’s words. She saw the proof of them in Vivian’s marriage. Still, the risk was too great. How could one know for sure that marriage to a certain person would turn out to be a happy union? They could not, and she for one would not gamble with her lifelong happiness.
“Vivian, where did you glean your information?” Claudia should not have asked, but curiosity pushed her to it. Mayhap her cousin was mistaken after all.
“Lady Jane told me. She helped Lord Shillington choose a ring. There is no mistake about it. He will offer for you.” Vivian pushed a wayward curl from her cheek.
Claudia sighed. “If only he would agree--”
“Surely, you are not still considering that scandalous idea?” Vivian smacked her fan on the chair again.
“Now this is interesting. Do tell?” The duchess leaned forward, her attention riveted on Claudia.
Vivian rushed to answer, “Nothing.” Her cheeks flamed. “Simply a foolish idea I am quite certain Claudia cast away long ago. Truly, it does not bear repeating.”
The duchess glanced between them before settling her gaze on Claudia. “Do not keep me in suspense.”
“Vivian is right. I should not have ventured there. It is a foolish musing.” Claudia absently smoothed her skirts.
“Goodness me.” The duchess placed her hand on her breasts. “You were about to suggest Lord Shillington become your lover.”
The color on Vivian’s cheeks deepened. “Oh, Claudia, would never do such a thing! The very idea is preposterous.”
Claudia stared at the duchess. Now that the words were out, she intended to discover Duchess Abernathy’s opinion on the matter. “However did you guess?”
“You love him but refuse to marry. Taking him as a lover would give you what you want. It is a logical conclusion.” The duchess grinned.
Claudia set her fan aside. “That is the very thing I thought. We could be happy together without me becoming his prisoner.”
“Marriage does not make you a prisoner, Claudia. I for one am quite happy to be wed.” Vivian set her teacup down a bit harder than necessary, splashing its contents on the table. A servant rushed forward to mop up the spill.
The duchess continued to focus her attention on Claudia. “Such an arraignment would be a short term solution. Eventually, he would have to marry. It is, after all, his duty to the family title.”
“I have pondered that. By the time he must wed, the affair may well have run its course. If not… That is, if I choose to…”
Vivian stood abruptly. “I am shocked we are engaging in such scandalous talk. That is quite enough.”
Claudia met her cousin’s wide eyes. “Truly Vivian, we are all friends here. We can speak freely amongst ourselves. Furthermore, none of us retains a claim to our innocence. Even you know the marriage bed.”
“Claudia is quite right. Discreet affairs happen all the time amongst the aristocracy.” The duchess patted the wingback chair beside her. “Do sit down.”
Vivian sighed but did as the duchess bid her. “Claudia, I beg of you, do not suggest such an arrangement to Lord Shillington.”
“On the contrary, I see no reason not to.” Duchess Abernathy winked at her before turning back to Vivian. “I assure you, there is nothing wrong with a discreet affair between a widow and a gentleman.”
“I could not agree more.” Claudia smiled at the duchess, grateful for her reassuring words.
“Oh, very well. Do let us speak of something else.” Vivian waved her fan frantically in front of her crimson cheeks. “My nerves cannot take much more of this.”
Claudia’s butler stepped into the doorway. “Lord Shillington to see you, my lady.” He stepped aside and Henry strolled into the room.
Claudia bit her lip. She desperately wished she could sink into the floorboards. Pray, do not let him propose in front of my company. She had no desire to embarrass him publicly, and most certainly could not suggest he become her lover in front of the others. Even if they did know her intentions, it would not be fair to Henry. Poor Vivian would likely faint on the spot.
He sketched a deep bow. “Good afternoon, Your Grace, ladies.”
“Please, join us.” Claudia motioned toward an empty chair.
No sooner had Henry sat down, the duchess had him standing back up as she rose to her feet. Claudia and Vivian followed suit.
Duchess Abernathy glanced at Vivian then turned to Claudia. “We really must be taking our leave. Thank you for a delightful afternoon tea.”
“My pleasure, Your Grace.” Claudia curtsied, then watched with her stomach in knots as Vivian and the duchess strolled from the room.
Henry moved to stand in front of her, his eyes dancing as he took her hands in his. “Claudia, we have been courting for quite some time now. I must admit, I have been enamored with you since the very first time I set eyes on you.”
No, no, no. She pulled her hands from his and stepped back. “You must know how deeply I care for you, Henry--”
“Indeed, I believe I do.” He reached into his pocket.
She stepped back again, her heart fluttering. “I beg of you. Do not propose. I have misled you.”
His eyes dulled. “Misled me how?”
His normally warm, brown eyes reflected pain and worry as he stared at her.
Tears threatened but she pushed them back. “At the least, I should have told you when you came calling that first time.”
He came close, taking her hands in his. “Whatever you have to say will not change a thing. I love you, Claudia.”
She bit the inside of her cheek and glanced away. “It will change everything.”
“Nonsense. Now go ahead, say what you must, and you will see it is not so bad after all.”
“I cannot marry you. I will not marry anyone. Not ever.” A rogue tear slid from her eye and he wiped it away with his hand before she continued. “I I-love you too, but marriage is not an option. I will not succumb to chains again.”
“My word.” He dropped her hands and turned away from her. “What did that brute, Akford, do to you?”
“I would rather not say.” She came up behind him and brazenly wrapped her arms around his waist. “Henry, I want you to be my lover.”
“Your lover?” His voice cracked.
“A discreet affair. At least until you must wed another.” She stepped around him to look into his eyes. “Even after, if you still desire me.”
He stared at her but said nothing. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. A sweet kiss. “I will be faithful to you even though you cannot grant me the same promise.”
* * * *
Henry’s heart tightened as he stared at Claudia, desperately trying to make sense of her words. She could not be serious. It was absurd. Him, her, lovers? Her, his mistress? Completely absurd.
Yet, she spoke the words with conviction. He could see sincerity, passion, and fear reflecting in her emerald eyes. His stomach churned. She meant every word. Preposterous.
Boyhood came back to him in a series of painful flashes. Mama crying because father had abandoned her again. The whispers all around him about Father’s mistress and the love he bore only for her. Mama raging each time she discovered Father had sired another bastard. The events and holidays Father spent with his mistress rather than his wife and children. Laying awake listening to Mother cry herself to sleep night after bloody night.
“I am not a toy, Claudia,” he said through clenched teeth. No. He would never keep a mistress. His wife and children would not experience such pain. He untangled Claudia’s arms from around his shoulders. “I will never keep a mistress. I am an honorable gentleman. It is marriage or nothing at all.”
“Good-bye, Henry,” she whispered the words as another tear trickled down her cheek.
This time, he fought the urge to whip the moisture from her rose-hued skin, turned, and walked away. His heart shattered, but he held his head high as he continued to his horse. Bloody hell, why had he not brought the carriage today?
Once mounted, he set the horse into a gallop and let his own tears fall. He rode like a hellion until he reached the safety of his townhouse, mind blank and his heart destroyed.
SCANDALOUS REDEMPTION
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Claudia sat curled up in a gold brocade chair in her parlor with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her heart demanded she go after Henry, but her mind screamed not to. She allowed her tears to flow freely as she rested her head on her knees. She ought never to have dallied with him in the first place. He could never be the type of man to be happy with an affair.
Twice previously, he told her that he was not a toy. Vivian warned her, too. Why had she not listened? Henry could never be anything but completely honorable. She should have let him go and never looked back. Why had she made it her mission to gain his affection?
Because, he showed her tenderness and cared for her. When they were together, she believed she was special. He made her stomach flutter and ignited her passion. Now, she had a broken heart and no one but herself to blame for it.
“You may not be granted a third chance.” The duchesses’ words echoed back to her and she sobbed harder. A million chances would change nothing. He would still demand marriage and she simply could not offer more than a liaison. In the end, they would both be broken and alone as they were now.
She reached for a pillow and threw it across the room. “Damn you, Akford.”
He probably laughed at her from the grave. “You are not fit for society.” “You will never be good enough for anything.” “You ruin everything you touch.” His words taunted her.
“Damn you to hell.” Even dead, he held power over her.
“Oh, Claudia.”
Vivian’s voice pulled her attention away from the musings. She looked up as her cousin rushed to her side.
“I had to come back and check on you.”
Claudia wiped at the moisture clinging to her cheeks. “I am fine, really.”
Crying would do nothing for her. It would not change Henry’s mind, nor hers. She had to focus on the future. She would prove Akford wrong, and eventually, she would regain her happiness. No man would ever have control of her again.
Vivian patted her back. “You most certainly are not.”
“I will be.” Claudia sniffled.
Vivian pressed a handkerchief into her hand. “Would you like to talk about it? I promise not to swoon.”
The corner of Claudia’s mouth pulled up at Vivian’s jest. “I asked and he declined. There is nothing more to say.”
“Will you not reconsider marriage? You are clearly in love with him. It could be your chance at true happiness, Claudia.”
“Could is too great a risk. One I cannot take.” Never again would she allow a gentleman to get close. Any relationship she engaged in would end the same way. With a proposal and broken hearts. She would not put herself or another gentleman through the pain.
Vivian left her side to pull a chair close, then sat. “You would rather be heartsick? Alone?”
“This will pass. Marriage is forever, a lifelong commitment. I will not gamble with my safety, my happiness.”
“Your safety?”
Claudia glanced away. She had never confided in Vivian about the abuse. Not that she had any reason to withhold the information. She simply did not wish to speak of it with anyone. When Akford died, she made it her personal mission to leave all of that horror in her past. She supposed she would have to confide in Vivian now. “Akford was abusive. He ruled me with an iron fist and physically punished me for anything he perceived as an offense.”
Vivian’s eyes went round. “He hurt you?”
Claudia fought against the resurgence of tears threatening to come forth. She gave a nod, hoping Vivian would not press for more.
Vivian stared at her, compassion and curiosity filled her eyes. “What did he do to you?”
“I would rather not relive the past.” Claudia wiped at her nose with the silk handkerchief. “It will change nothing.”
Vivian squeezed her hands gently. “It could help you move past the pain and fear. Often talking about such things is the first step to healing.”
“How is sharing the awful details of my past supposed to help me?” She peered at Vivian. “I still have nightmares, you know. Sometimes he forced himself on me, other times he beat me. Would you like to hear more about that, or shall I tell you only of the mental abuse I suffered?” Claudia bit her lip to stem the flow. What happened to her at Akford’s hands was not Vivian’s fault. She should not have spoken so harshly.
“Oh, darling, no wonder you are fearful of marriage. Akford was a monster.” Vivian took her hands. “I promise. No, I swear to you. Marriage is a wonderful thing when you have a loving husband. One to care for and protect you.”
Claudia dabbed at the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief. “I am quite sure, and I am pleased to see Lord Wexil makes you happy.”
“I cannot.” Claudia closed her eyes, drawing in a shallow breath. The risk was far too great.
* * * *
Three days had passed and all Henry could think of was Claudia. He dreamed about her at night and fumed over her suggestion by day. How could she propose such an arrangement? Surely, she realized the pain it would cause. Not only for her, but also for his future wife and children. Would she truly trade what she saw as one insufferable situation for another?
Henry leaned against his desk, holding a miniature of his mother. She was kind, loving, and compassionate. A true lady, who gave everything she had to the people she loved. Father owned her heart, but he never bothered to acknowledge her love, and he sure as hell did not return it. He was much too busy with his mistress.
Henry often came upon Mother in tears or listened as she cried herself to sleep. As a boy he did not understand why she was so distraught all the time, as a young man he discovered the truth. It was then he vowed never to keep a mistress. He put the miniature back in its place on his desk and moved to lounge on the settee, his snifter of brandy in hand.
What had Akford done to scar Claudia so deeply? Henry would never have the answer. Even if he understood, it would change nothing. She would still refuse to marry him. There was nothing left for the two of them. He rubbed his hand across his jaw. Perhaps they never had anything to begin with.
She claimed to love him, but if that were true, why could she not trust him as well? It had always been his belief one could not exist without the other. He stood and walked to his brandy decanter, then poured another glass. Surely, if she loved him, she would long for a life together. Marriage, children, and grandchildren. All of the things that came with matrimony. She sure as hell would not wish to share him with another woman.
He drank the contents of his glass in one long sip. The liquor warmed a trail through him, but did nothing to ease his pain. He was a bloody fool for ignoring his own warning in regards to Claudia. Refilling his glass, he determined to drink her off his mind.
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