Lord Grayson's Bride

by Tarah Scott

  Would you like a game of cards, Lady Josephine?” Nicholas asked.

  “I never cared for cards,” she said.

  “Really? I thought you lost ten pounds to Everley playing cards last night. Didn’t he forgive the debt for a kiss?”

  “A kiss to my hand,” she snapped under her breath, then regretted the outburst. She should have said it was a kiss on the lips, but realized he knew the truth and was purposely egging her on. “Do not expect me to change after we are married, Nicholas,” she whispered out of the side of her mouth.

  “This silliness will change,” he replied, “for you won’t have the energy to entertain other male attention.”

  “Arrogant fool,” she muttered, then caught sight of their hostess, Lady Allaway. She groaned when the woman’s gaze landed on them with interest. She rose off the couch where she sat alongside several other ladies and started toward forward with the obvious intention of intercepting them. “Now look what you’ve done,” Josephine complained. “She is sure to bore us with another half-hour of praise for her gardener’s skills at cutting her shrubberies. If I am forced to listen to another long-winded—” She broke off as Lady Allaway neared them, and a corner of Nicholas’ mouth twitched in amusement.

  He released Jo’s hand. “You’re looking lovely this evening, Lady Allaway.” He bent over her fingers and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

  “You are a rogue, Lord Grayson. You must keep your eye on him, Lady Josephine.”

  “Indeed,” Josephine said.

  Lady Allaway turned to her. “Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?”

  “I am. You are without a doubt, the best hostess in all of Inverness.”

  She glowed. “I do try, and Lord Allaway is kind enough to indulge my fancy for parties.”

  Josephine caught the amused glance Nick sent her way and knew he was thinking the same thing she was: Lord Allaway was rich enough to indulge her fancy. This party alone boasted thirty people for the whole of two weeks.

  “You are a fortunate woman,” Josephine said.

  “I am.”

  She glanced at her husband, who stood with a group of men watching a card game in the left corner of the room. An affectionate sparkle appeared in her eyes, and Josephine wondered that a woman who had been married for thirty years could still look at her husband with such unabashed warmth.

  Lady Allaway returned her attention to them. “Your wedding is only two months away. Are you ready?”

  The abrupt question caught Josephine off guard, but Nicholas laughed and said, “When is any man ready for marriage?”

  “Never,” she replied without hesitation. “But we adore you one and all for trying.”

  He laughed again. “Otherwise you would murder us in our sleep?”

  “Exactly!” she exclaimed, then looked at Jo, “And you, Lady Josephine, are you ready for marriage?”

  Jo detected an underlying curiosity that went beyond the question. The lady had clearly noticed the fact that Josephine had been flirting shamelessly with other men at the party last night. But then, no one could have missed the fact that she danced with the same man three times last night—a man who wasn’t Nicholas.

  “I am coping,” she said. “You know how weddings are, a thousand details and not nearly enough time to prepare.”

  “So true, and the details will drive a person to distraction. I imagine your mother has things well in hand, though?”

  “I wouldn’t survive without her,” Josephine said, and her heart gave a twist. Spending time with her mother was taking an added toll on her.

  “I haven’t seen your mother this afternoon,” Lady Allaway said.

  “She is likely resting in her room. She takes a short nap in the afternoons on the days we’re home.”

  Lady Allaway gave a knowing nod. “I have found a nap in the afternoon makes me a new woman.”

  “My mother says much the same.” Jo flicked a glance at the doorway as Henry Maxwell entered. His gaze alighted on Nicholas, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.

  “If you will excuse me, Lady Allaway, I see Henry just arrived,” Nicholas said. “There is a matter I wish to discuss with him.”

  “Of course,” she replied. “You run along. I’ll see to Lady Josephine.”

  “I wouldn’t mind saying hello to Henry,” Josephine said.

  Nick flashed a dazzling smile. “And he you, no doubt. But we will bore you with our business.”

  “On the contrary,” she replied. “You know how interested I am in business.”

  “Yes, I do, but not this time.” He smiled, but she caught the hint of steel in his eyes.

  “Lady Josephine and I will amuse ourselves,” Lady Allaway said.

  “You’re too kind,” Nick bent over the older woman’s hand again, then took Jo’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. “I will see you at dinner, Lady Josephine.”

  She wanted to snatch her hand back, but that would do no good.

  Nicholas left, and Lady Allaway said, “You are a very lucky young woman, my dear.”

  “Yes,” Josephine answered, her bad luck coming to mind as it too often did.

  Why had Nicholas returned home? From the corner of her eye, she saw that he and Henry had been waylaid by two of her father’s cronies. They were probably congratulating him on his upcoming marriage.

  Eric Fleming entered from the open French doors leading to the balcony and his eyes fell on her. He cast a glance at Nicholas, whose back was to him, then crossed the room to Josephine and Lady Allaway.

  “Lady Allaway.” He nodded, then said to Jo, “You look in the peak of health, Lady Josephine. You’re almost glowing.”

  “I noticed that as well,” Lady Allaway said. “But she was in the company of Lord Grayson, so it’s to be expected.”

  Eric’s gaze sharpened on her. “Is that so?”

  Panic raced to the surface. Lady Allaway’s comment was that of a romantic, but Eric’s expression was too knowing. He couldn’t know that Nick had done to her. Josephine forced back the erotic picture, suddenly afraid the truth would show on her face.

  She gave Eric a coy smile and slid a hand into the crook of his arm. “Surely you aren’t jealous, my lord? Only last night I saw you dancing with Lady Clayworth, and it was obvious that she hung on your every word.”

  He laid a hand on his heart. “If only that were true. I fear the lady isn’t interested in me.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” Josephine said. She looked at Lady Allaway. “Wouldn’t you agree, Lady Allaway?”

  “But of course. What eligible woman could possibly resist you?”

  Josephine wondered if she didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but if Eric thought so, he gave no indication.

  He laughed. “Alas, the two loveliest ladies are spoken for.”

  Lady Allaway giggled. “Shame on you, Lord Eric.”

  He swept her a bow, forcing Josephine to release him. “I am an unmarried gentleman, untamed and undisciplined.”

  “Some lady shall put you to rights one of these days,” she said.

  “Just as Lady Josephine has put Lord Grayson to rights?” Eric’s gaze shifted onto her. “Or is it Lord Grayson who put you to rights, my lady?”

  Josephine was reminded of Nicholas saying he had to save her from herself sometimes, and ire flared. “I do not need anyone to put me to rights. I can take care of myself.”

  “Of that I have no doubt,” he replied. “Just as you did the time Grayson pulled you from that stallion—what was his name, ah, yes, Devil, I believe. You wore trousers and a shirt.” His eyes gleamed.

  “I was fourteen,” she said with a lift of her chin. “And I had Devil under control until Nicholas appeared and shouted. He spooked the horse and the beast naturally bolted. If I didn’t know better, I would say Nicholas did it on purpose to teach me a lesson.”

  “Did he?” Percy asked.

  “Did he what?”

  “Teach you a lesson?”

  “He taug
ht me not to ride his horse when he was home from university on holiday.”

  Percy laughed and even Lady Allaway joined in. “A right and proper lesson,” he said.

  And not the only one he’s taught you, she could almost hear Lord Eric say.

  Jo’s younger sister Annabel entered the room with their mother. Nicholas nodded to them, and Annabel’s eyes shifted to Josephine. Five years Jo’s junior, Annabel was still an innocent. Jo had no fear that her younger sister could deduce what Nick had done to her a few minutes ago. Annabel said something to their mother, who looked in Jo’s direction. Lady Montagu, however, was another story. She knew all too well about illicit encounters.

  Jo cut off the thought. Her anger toward her mother was becoming increasingly difficult to hide, and she couldn’t afford for her family to guess her true feelings. Lady Montagu said something to Annabel, who smiled and left her side to cross the room to them.

  “Miss Knightly, how lovely to see you this afternoon,” Lady Allaway said when she neared.

  Annabel stopped beside Jo. “Thank you, my lady. You are looking lovely, as always.”

  “We were just noticing how well you sister is looking these days,” Lord Eric said to Annabel.

  Annabel looked at her. “Really? She’s been so busy with wedding preparations this last month that she seems hardly to have smiled.”

  “That is to be expected,” Jo said with a warning narrowing of her eyes.

  “That spell is broken,” Lord Eric continued doggedly, and Josephine wanted to throttle him. “And Lady Allaway is certain Lord Grayson is responsible.”

  Josephine opened her mouth to reply, but Lady Allaway said, “As is proper, Lord Eric. Now no more teasing poor Lady Josephine. She is a young lady in love, and ladies in love are allowed to glow. My dears,” she addressed Josephine and Annabel, “tell me about the wedding preparations.”

  “I shall take my leave,” Lord Eric said on a laugh, and Lady Allaway gave him permission to go, then led them to the settee where she’d been sitting earlier. As she chatted, Jo’s mind wandered back to minutes ago when she’d been in Nicholas’ arms, and she wanted to cry, for her plans didn’t include another such erotic interlude.

  Nicholas shifted and his eyes settled on her as if reading her mind. Josephine yanked her gaze from his and focused on Lady Allaway. She hated it when he seemed to know just what she was thinking. And, damn him, he did it all too often.

  Chapter Four

  “The dog already fled?” Nicholas asked Henry, when they finally broke away from the last guests offering their congratulations on his and Josephine’s wedding.

  “Lord Beaumond was seen getting into his carriage, his bags atop the vehicle,” Henry said.

  Nicholas snorted. “He’s an even bigger coward than I thought—not to mention a fool, if he thinks I will let this pass.”

  “Is forcing the issue worth the possibility of leaving Lady Josephine without a husband-to-be?” Henry asked.

  “Yes, but I have no fear of that happening. Beaumond is a terrible shot.” Nick saw the question in Henry’s eyes what about Josephine’s part in the matter? But didn’t answer. He glanced at her to see she was still well engaged with Lady Allaway and her sister. That would keep her out of trouble long enough for him to speak with her father. “Henry, I have some business to discuss with Montagu. Would you escort Jo to her room if I do not return?”

  “Of course,” Henry, said, and Nicholas went in search of the marquess.

  Fifteen minutes later, Nicholas found Jo’s father reading in a corner chair of the library and took a seat beside him.

  Montagu’s gaze met his and he closed his book. “What has she done now?”

  “She is a foolish girl,” Nicholas said more to himself than the marquess.

  “Foolish enough to have finally convinced you to call off the wedding?”

  “Nay,” he replied, and wondered what she could do that could force him to end the contract. Even seeing her sitting astride Beaumond half-naked, the possibility of ending things hadn’t crossed his mind—despite knowing that was exactly what she was trying to goad him into.

  “Are ye certain you want to go through with the marriage?” Montagu asked. “I would not blame you one bit if you didn’t, and would not hold you to a single pound of the recompense.”

  Marrying Jo had been all he’d been able to think about when he discovered she hadn’t married. He refused to consider life without her. Accepting that fate the first time had left a gaping hole in his heart that couldn’t be filled by any other woman.

  Nicholas shook his head. “Nay. I stand by my word.”

  “Come what may?” Montagu asked softly.

  “Come what may.”

  “She isn’t the girl you left behind, Grayson.”

  Nick laughed mentally. And here, only minutes ago, he’d told Josephine she was the same girl. He remembered the look in her eyes when she’d first seen him after his return. A child’s wonder had given way to a woman’s hurt—then scorn. From that scorn was born a passion that he’d only glimpsed in the girl six years past. Tonight, he’d finally tasted of that hunger and knew it was but a hint of what she was capable of...of what she felt for him.

  “She is grown,” Nicholas said.

  Montagu gave a slow nod. “Grayson, I have never said it, but I deeply regret being against your marrying Josephine when you were young. Her betrothal to Helmsley was only a handshake between his father and me when they were young. Helmsley was older than you, more...settled. When I think of all the pain that would have been avoided...” His voice dropped off.

  “I cannot blame you. I wasn’t the sort of man I would have wanted my daughter marrying either.” Nick couldn’t help a sad smile. “My father warned me my whoring ways wouldn’t serve me well. It seems he was right.”

  “Our youthful ways seldom do any of us credit,” Montagu said. “But you are a man who will protect Josephine.” He regarded Nicholas with intense eyes. “You meant it then when you told me you loved her all those years ago.”

  Nick slipped back to the moment he realized he loved Josephine. Their two families were gathered at her father’s home for her sixteenth birthday. Montagu presented her with the same pearls she wore tonight and something happened when he clasped them around her neck. Seeing the pearls against her alabaster skin started a tightening in Nick’s groin that turned ferocious when the smile she had given her father shifted onto him.

  Her face beamed when she ran her fingertips over the pearls and Nicholas couldn’t halt the vision of those fingers skimming across his body. Then he realized with shock that the attraction was more than lust, more than passion. It was a need beyond any he had felt for a woman, any he had conceived of. He left that night frightened of his feelings, aware that her family intended her to wed another man. Aware he couldn’t allow that to happen.

  “I did,” he replied.

  A corner of Montagu’s mouth ticked upward. “I suppose if any man is going to suffer at her hand it should be you.”

  Nicholas laughed. “Only a man who knows her should suffer?”

  “Only a man who loves her might save her. Now, tell me, what has she done?”

  “Beaumond has her in his sites.” Anger lashing through him—not at Jo, but at Beaumond, who knew better than to dally with her. “She allowed him to be alone with her in a small sitting room a little while ago.”

  Montagu swore under his breath. “I assume no one else knows, or I would have heard the gossip by now.”

  “Henry was with me when I discovered them, but he can be trusted. Speak with her Montagu.”

  He sighed. “I will, though what more I can say I do not know.”

  “Tell her that a man in love will not—cannot—release the woman he loves.” Nicholas shifted and looked in his eyes. “Tell her, if I am to live in Hell, it will be with her by my side.”

  * * *

  Josephine sat at her desk staring at the letter she’d been trying to write for the last hour w
hen there came a commanding knock on the door. She thought of Nicholas and a frisson of sensual awareness sent gooseflesh prickling along her arm before good sense told her that Nick would never be so improper as to come to her bedchamber. Even if he did, that was the last thing she wanted. No, it was the very thing she wanted, but it would only give him the reason he needed to insist they marry immediately.

  “Come in,” she called. The door opened and her father entered. Josephine rose. “Papa, is everything all right?”

  “Of course. Can’t a father visit his daughter without something being wrong?”

  “Yes.” She laughed. “But I expect that isn’t the case.”

  He crossed to her and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  He glanced at her desk. “Writing Cecile, I see.”

  “Yes. I have been remiss.”

  “I am sure she understands, and she is busy with her first son.”

  Josephine motioned to the settee near the window and they sat down. “I haven’t seen her since she married. That has been two years. When might we visit them?”

  “I imagine after you and Nicholas are married you will go. He tells me he plans to spend most of his time at Whitehaven. That is but a day’s ride from Cecile at Enrilth Castle. The two of you can see a great deal of one another.”

  Josephine’s heart fell. Asking to visit Cecile had been an impulse, but the notion carried with it a great deal of hope. “That is some ways off,” she said. “Why not go ourselves?”

  He gave her a gentle smile. “Not so far off that the trip north would be worthwhile.”

  “Two months is ample time,” she said. Though not nearly ample enough.

  “You and your mother have much planning yet to do for the wedding.” He paused, and she knew the reason for his visit was at hand. “Lass, I could not help noticing you’re still angry with Nicholas.”

  “I am not angry with him,” she blurted.