Historical Trio 2012-01

by Carole Mortimer

  His aunt’s mouth sneered at them. ‘You may rest assured I will make a point of doing so in future.’

  ‘A better idea would be for you not to come to either of these bedchambers again whilst Diana and I are staying here,’ Gabriel bit out. ‘Now that you are here, perhaps you might like to tell us what it is you wanted?’

  ‘You had been up here so long I thought it best to come and tell you both that dinner is ready to be served.’

  ‘I had no idea that Faulkner Manor was so depleted of servants that you needed to behave as one yourself,’ he jeered.

  Jennifer gasped in outrage. ‘You are so insulting, Gabriel!’

  ‘I have not even begun to be insulting as yet,’ he drawled.

  There was an angry glitter in the other woman’s eyes as her gaze first raked over Diana’s dishevelled appearance before moving to his obvious state of undress, her dark gaze lingering avidly on the bare expanse of his muscled chest.

  Gabriel’s stomach roiled with distaste as he recognised the avaricious heat in her lingering gaze. ‘You have satisfied your curiosity, now get out,’ he ordered.

  Her dark eyes blazed with fury. ‘You will go too far one day,’ she warned him.

  He eyed her dismissively. ‘Your threats hold no interest for me, madam.’

  ‘Indeed?’ Her dark gaze settled very briefly on the young woman who stood so still and silent in front of Gabriel. ‘Does the same hold true for Lady Diana?’

  Gabriel pulled Diana more firmly against the warmth of his chest. ‘Be warned, madam, that I will view any attempt on your part to hurt Diana—by word or deed—as a personal attack on me. And I will respond accordingly.’

  ‘Whoever would have thought you would become so sickeningly love-struck, Gabriel?’ she openly mocked him now.

  His gaze was positively glacial. ‘I believe just knowing you has soured me to such tender feelings.’

  Diana was now fully recovered from her embarrassment at being discovered in such an intimate situation with Gabriel; in fact, she felt emboldened, by both his responses and the protectiveness he now showed towards her. Or, rather, it was an illusion of protectiveness that would surely be rendered useless if he were to continue in his present vein. ‘Was there something you wished to say to me, Mrs Prescott?’ Her gaze was unwavering as she looked across the bedchamber at the other woman. ‘Something I do not already know, that is,’ she added caustically.

  ‘Nothing that I am sure cannot wait until a more…convenient time, no,’ his aunt said.

  ‘Which this almost certainly is not,’ Gabriel bit out.

  Those brown eyes narrowed on him speculatively. ‘I have no idea why you are in such a lather, Gabriel. After all, it is far from the first time I have seen you unclothed.’ Triumph shone in her face as Diana was unable to repress her startled gasp. ‘Admittedly you are more muscular than you used to be, but no doubt the brown birthmark upon your left thigh remains unchanged?’

  ‘Get. Out.’ Gabriel said through gritted teeth.

  ‘A word of advice, Lady Diana,’ the other woman ignored him to drawl mockingly. ‘I believe you will come to realise that Gabriel has something of a selective memory.’

  ‘When it comes to you it is very selective indeed,’ Gabriel snarled. ‘In fact, it is non-existent.’

  Jennifer smiled tauntingly. ‘Choosing not to remember something does not mean it did not happen.’

  ‘And imagining something does not mean that it did,’ he retorted.

  Her smile remained triumphant. ‘No doubt I will see you both downstairs shortly.’ She turned back into the adjoining bedchamber, the sound of the outer door closing quietly behind her seconds later, evidence that she had gone.

  Diana remained standing stiff and unmoving within the circle of Gabriel’s arms, her earlier confidence shaken in the face of that barrage of scornful comments, her head awhirl. Admittedly the woman had meant to wound—where Diana was concerned, she had undoubtedly succeeded!—but that did not mean there was not some truth in her remarks, did it?

  Jennifer Prescott claimed to have seen Gabriel unclothed in the past and had remarked how he was more muscular than he used to be. Even more damning, she’d revealed that he possessed a birthmark upon his left thigh. How did she know that piece of damning information when Diana herself did not?

  ‘What are you thinking?’

  Diana was very aware of how his body remained pressed so firmly against the length of her spine. But the earlier euphoria she had felt had very definitely faded! Gabriel’s closeness now made her aware of the shallowness of his breathing and of the hardness in his body as he waited for her answer.

  She drew in a ragged breath. ‘Is it true that you have a birthmark upon your left thigh, my lord?’

  ‘Damn it!’ he snarled.

  ‘Do you?’

  ‘Yes!’

  ‘Dear God…’ She pulled out of his arms and moved away from him, uncaring if she upset him, just needing to distance herself from him. To be allowed to think.

  Gabriel gave her no time in which to do that. ‘Diana, this is not what it seems.’

  ‘Then tell me what it is!’ She looked up at him with bewilderment. ‘I trusted you, Gabriel, I put my faith in you…’

  He immediately became aloof and distant. ‘Nothing that has happened here should prevent you from continuing to do so.’

  ‘Then please explain to me why it is that woman knows of a birthmark upon your thigh which you admit does exist?’ A small part of her brain realised she was acting very illogically, but the jealousy that was rushing through her was making her ignore rationality and go straight to heated accusation!

  Gabriel ran a frustrated hand through the heavy darkness of his hair. He was not accustomed to being questioned in this way. In fact, he had sworn long ago that he would never try to explain himself to anyone ever again.

  Except…Jennifer’s taunt had sounded so very damning and he realised that Diana had already accepted so much on his word alone. She had absolutely no reason to trust him so blindly, beyond the belief that Gabriel had no reason to lie to her…

  Damn Jennifer Prescott! Damn her to hell and back!

  His jaw clenched. ‘Did you never escape the confines of the schoolroom when you were a child to swim in the local river in your underclothes with the children from the village?’

  ‘No.’

  Somehow Gabriel had known that would be Diana’s answer; she had been far too occupied, from a very young age, with the care of her father and sisters, to have the time or inclination to behave like a child herself.

  ‘I did,’ he said evenly. ‘Often.’

  ‘And your uncle’s wife was one of the children from the village who also swam there?’

  ‘She was Jennifer Lindsay then, of course, but, yes, she was one of the children who came from the village to swim.’ Gabriel’s tone was challenging rather than apologetic.

  As if he expected Diana to immediately doubt him…

  She was still too shaken by her own wildly see-sawing emotions to know what to think. What to believe.

  Until she came to Faulkner Manor the young woman from Gabriel’s past had been faceless and nameless. To discover that woman was now married to Gabriel’s uncle was disturbing enough. To now learn that Gabriel had shared much of his childhood with the youthful Jennifer Lindsay was even more unnerving.

  He would have been aged only twenty when the scandal occurred. A young buck, no doubt eager for adventure and physical conquest. Jennifer Prescott was an incredibly beautiful and sensual woman now, and there was no reason to suppose she had been any less so eight years ago. How could the younger, virile and more adventurous Gabriel have possibly resisted her?

  Diana had been so certain earlier that his word was to be trusted. That he had no reason to be untruthful. Indeed, that he was not a man who cared enough about anyone or anything enough to ever feel the need to lie or prevaricate.

  But she could not deny that Mrs Prescott’s taunts had shaken her conf
idence somewhat concerning Gabriel’s version of past events. She desperately wanted to believe him. She needed to do so if there was to be any future for the two of them.

  Yet, at the same time, she had to admit to the fact that a few seeds of doubt had been sown in her mind…

  She shook of her head in an attempt to rid herself of unwanted thoughts, her gaze no longer able to meet Gabriel’s. ‘We can talk of this later—’

  ‘We will talk of it now, Diana, or never.’ He appeared a complete stranger to her, even the bare expanse of his chest and arms doing little to lessen the chasm widening between them.

  Diana frowned. ‘There is so much more now for me to consider…’

  ‘Such as?’

  ‘Mrs Prescott’s beauty is undeniable…’

  He scowled darkly. ‘I have no interest in that woman. I never did, nor will I ever have any interest in her. You either accept my word on that or you do not.’

  Diana looked at him closely. His expression was totally uncompromising: his eyes glacial, cheekbones drawn tight, his mouth a hard and unforgiving line above the arrogance of his jutting jaw.

  Yes, totally uncompromising, and if Diana should doubt him, she knew he would be unforgiving.

  She sighed. ‘It is most unfair of you to pressure me in this way when so much has already happened since our arrival here.’

  Was it unfair? Gabriel considered. Diana had learnt so much more about the past since arriving at Faulkner Manor. Was it too much for her to simply take his word this time that something was so, simply because he said that it was?

  Perhaps, he acknowledged grudgingly.

  But Gabriel had not sought, or wanted, anyone’s good opinion of him for the past eight years. Pride dictated that he could not ask for it now, even from the courageous young woman who had agreed to become his wife.

  ‘Will you not consider, Gabriel,’ Diana continued huskily, ‘how you would feel if the roles were reversed? If, perhaps, Malcolm Castle was to reveal to you his knowledge of a mole upon my left breast?’

  ‘I am already acquainted with that mole myself,’ Gabriel pointed out tautly.

  Her cheeks warmed delicately. ‘Yes, you are…’

  His eyes narrowed. ‘And if that gentleman and I were to converse on the subject, would he indeed be able to reveal his own knowledge of such an item?’

  ‘Certainly not!’ Her cheeks were now awash with colour.

  ‘Then I fail to see the significance of such a comparison,’ Gabriel said, hiding his relief at the news he was the first to gaze upon the beauty of Diana’s naked breast.

  He had not cared for hearing that Castle might have beaten him to it. He had not liked in the slightest even the thought of another being so intimately acquainted with the tender curves of her body. His violent feelings on the subject seemed to indicate an engaging of emotions that was completely unacceptable to him.

  He straightened swiftly. ‘I believe it is time you left now and allowed me to wash and change in preparation for dinner.’

  Diana was no longer sure she even wished to go downstairs for dinner. Untrue! She knew that she had absolutely no desire at all to sit through a meal that promised to be uncomfortable at best and unpleasant at worst! But to make her excuses now would not only make her appear weak in the eyes of Jennifer Prescott, but unsupportive of Gabriel too.

  Of course, Diana knew that the other woman had deliberately set out to cause dissention between herself and Gabriel, and she had undoubtedly succeeded; the earlier closeness that had existed between them had been badly shaken by the seeds of doubt that had been deliberately and maliciously put into Diana’s mind. Doubts she dearly wished that she could dismiss as easily as she had everything else Gabriel had told her. But with the unreasoning jealousy still raging through her, she felt unable to do so.

  That her feelings had been warming towards Gabriel she could not deny—how could she when she melted into his arms every time he so much as touched her! Yet it seemed that every tentative step they made towards a closeness, a regard for each other, was immediately nullified by something, or someone, which then resulted in a complete lack of understanding between them.

  She had so enjoyed being given the freedom to touch and kiss him earlier, his masculine beauty so very exciting, his skin beneath her fingertips having the texture of steel encased in velvet—

  ‘Diana!’

  She gave a start as Gabriel’s rebuke cut through her remembered enjoyment of those earlier caresses. ‘As you suggest, I will leave you now.’ She was deliberately dignified as she walked to the adjoining doorway.

  ‘Perhaps you would like to wait for me in your bedchamber and we can go downstairs together?’ he suggested. ‘Unless you would prefer to go down alone and see whether my uncle’s wife does not have some other remembered anecdotes of our idealistic childhood that she wishes to share with you?’ he added caustically.

  Diana barely repressed a shudder at the thought of any private conversation, on any subject, taking place between herself and that woman. ‘I will wait in my bedchamber for you.’

  ‘I thought perhaps you might.’ Gabriel’s soft taunt followed her from the room.

  Her head remained high, her composure only deserting her once she had closed the door behind her and crossed the room to sink gracefully down upon the side of the bed.

  She should not have come to Faulkner Manor!

  Would she have preferred to remain in ignorance, then? To have married Gabriel, only to learn later of Mrs Charles Prescott’s identity as the woman from his past?

  She just didn’t know the answer to that question yet…

  Chapter Eleven

  ‘What on earth are you doing, Gabriel?’ A frowning Jennifer Prescott, attired in a silk gown the same deep brown as her eyes, halted in the doorway of the dining room.

  Gabriel barely glanced at her. ‘What does it look as if I am doing?’

  ‘I am sure that the table was perfectly set as it was!’

  She glared her irritation at him, but he was unconcerned. He had requested Reeve to remove his place setting from the head of the table to the middle, so that he would now sit opposite a pale-faced Diana rather than down the length of the table at his uncle’s wife.

  He had been aware of her scheme as soon as he entered the dining room with a quietly composed Diana upon his arm. The obvious intention had been to make it appear that Jennifer and Gabriel were the host and hostess and Diana a mere guest.

  ‘If I am to look across the table at anyone, then I would prefer it to be my fiancée.’ He pulled Diana’s chair back and saw her comfortably seated before strolling around the table to wait to take his place once the attentive butler had seen to the seating of Mrs Prescott.

  Gabriel was completely aware of Diana’s continued silence and how her cheeks still retained their earlier pallor. He had reluctantly accepted that it was he, even more than the vindictive Jennifer Prescott, who was to blame for her distress. The time it had taken him to wash and change before coming downstairs for dinner had also given him the opportunity to rid himself of his anger and consider things from Diana’s viewpoint. He had behaved badly earlier, when he’d continued his stubborn stance that she could believe him or not about Jennifer Prescott’s knowledge of his birthmark. It was no excuse for his arrogance that he had reacted out of habitual self-defence after eight years of keeping his own counsel.

  He also admitted to feeling disquieted by Diana’s mention of the man from her past. The more he considered Malcolm Castle, the less he liked him. He certainly had not appreciated hearing even the suggestion that he might have such intimate acquaintance with her body! So, much as he might still baulk at any further need to explain himself, he knew that, having realised his errors, he should have apologised to Diana before they came down for dinner. It was an apology that would now have to wait until this interminable dinner was over. He sighed inwardly.

  ‘I realise that you have been…busy with other things this evening, Gabriel,’ Jennifer said
, waiting until after the soup course had been served and the butler had left the room before attempting to engage him in conversation. ‘Too busy, I am sure, to have found the time in which to visit your mother?’ Her smile appeared smugly complacent.

  Gabriel glanced at her with distaste. ‘Then you would be wrong, madam.’

  ‘Oh?’

  He frowned at the unmistakable sharpness in her tone. ‘I was with my mother for some time earlier.’

  ‘And how was Felicity this evening?’

  He had not imagined it; there was now a definite defensive edge to her manner. ‘Sleeping, as you said she might be,’ Gabriel answered slowly, aware of Diana’s frown as she glanced across the table at him. Because she, too, realised there was something strange about his aunt’s behaviour?

  ‘No doubt you found her much changed in appearance?’ Jennifer continued to probe.

  Gabriel’s jaw clenched. ‘No doubt.’ He gave up all pretence of eating as he instead turned in his chair to face his uncle’s wife. ‘What interested me more was why, when my mother is so obviously not well, there was no nurse in attendance in her bedchamber?’

  ‘Charles dismissed both the nurse and doctor some months ago. Felicity is so much better now that they were both deemed an unnecessary expense,’ she explained airily as he glowered.

  His eyes narrowed. ‘Deemed unnecessary by whom?’

  ‘By Charles, of course.’

  ‘I was not aware he was a medical expert?’

  ‘Do not be ridiculous, Gabriel—’

  ‘I do not consider it in the least ridiculous to be concerned as to the lack of care my mother has been receiving these past few months.’

  ‘Exactly what are you implying?’ Angry colour now mottled Jennifer’s cheeks. ‘That Charles and I are somehow responsible for your mother’s retreat from society?’ She gave a disgusted snort. ‘You know as well as I do the reason for Felicity’s malaise is that her only son was forced to leave the country in disgrace, thereby causing her husband to sicken and die only two years later.’

  One of Gabriel’s hands clenched on his thigh beneath the table. He had to fight to stop himself getting up, placing his hands about Jennifer Prescott’s throat and then squeezing the very life out of her! No one had ever before dared to even hint at what she just had openly stated.