by Jan Jones
She grinned. ‘Very much, but if I do, my hair will disgrace me. Mrs Penfold’s maid has a most ruthless way with pins. I have endured them all evening so as to appear just a little more poised than normal, but I have to admit to pulling several of the more stabbing ones out before cramming on my bonnet to come home.’
Happiness was stealing up on Alex with every unconventional word Caroline uttered. He could feel it happening and was in no way moved to prevent it. ‘I promise I shall not tell a soul,’ he said. ‘And once we are out of the town gate, there will be no flares to light the interior so I shall not see any thing amiss.’
‘My lord, there is a full moon in the sky.’ But she untied her bonnet strings and laid it on the seat next to his. Then she grimaced and pulled out another hairpin, putting it carefully in her reticule. A lock of hair promptly fell down.
He touched it, unable to stop himself. ‘Do you need any help?’ he said, a laugh in his voice.
It was a moment priceless beyond all others. She looked up at him, her face open and shy. ‘Are you very experienced in these things, Alexander?’
Alex’s heart turned over. ‘Not very,’ he said gently. ‘But some.’
‘Well … well that is good. For it is as well that one of us knows what we are doing, don’t you think?’
There would never be any beating about the bush with Caroline Fortune. No simpering smiles or coy misunderstandings. Alex felt around her silky hair for the rest of the pins. Strands slithered over his fingers, straight and fine. ‘I am not sure I do know what I am doing,’ he said. ‘That’s the lot, I think. Do you?’
‘Thank you.’ She stowed the pins safely. ‘And no, I don’t know either, but …’ She moistened her lips again. ‘That is … if you are minded to, which I begin to believe you are, I do think I should like you to kiss me when you are awake.’
He felt his scalp creep, destroying the moment of intimacy. Ice puddled in his gut. ‘When I am awake? Have I kissed you asleep then?’
They were out of the town now, but the moonlight was strong enough to see she was blushing. ‘It is all right. You thought I was someone else.’
‘It is not all right.’ God’s tears, he was not safe to be out! What else might he have done to her in his delirium? He was appalled!
In an instant, he felt her shrink into herself, away from his disgusted anger at his lack of control over his nightmares. ‘No … Caroline … I did not mean….’ But he had hurt her badly – again – so he did the only thing possible to make amends. Quite instinctively he wrapped one arm around her soft, slim body and tipped her chin up with the other hand. It was what he had wanted to do for some time.
Alexander was kissing her. Finally he was kissing her for herself and it was just as wonderful as Caroline had hoped it might be. One of his hands was in her hair. She felt it rubbing against the back of her head. It felt so nice that she reached up to tangle her fingers in his dark locks too. She smiled against his lips. How strange that something so simple could add such a dimension of delight. His hair against her palm, his lips nibbling at hers, and then his tongue creating delicate sensations of pleasure as he explored her mouth. Emboldened, awash with wonder, she copied him and felt him hold her more tightly still.
The fifteen-mile journey had never seemed so short. After the kiss came to a natural end, Caroline nestled against Alexander watching the familiar flat landscape slide slowly past the windows under the silver moon. ‘That was lovely,’ she said.
He squeezed her shoulders. ‘It was.’
There was contentment in his voice, but fatigue too. She smiled, twisting to look up at him. ‘I shall not be offended if you wish to sleep.’
A yawn shook him. ‘You are a woman to be prized above rubies,’ he said, ‘for churlish as it seems and wondrous though that was, I do not think I can stay awake.’ He eased himself into the corner squabs and tucked her into his side. ‘I am content, Caroline,’ he murmured.
‘And I, Alexander,’ she whispered. It was true. They lived in different worlds and nothing could possibly come of this, but just for a moment Alexander had loved her and Caroline felt herself to be the happiest person in England.
I am content. The words echoed bitterly around Alex’s scull as his valet readied him for bed. He would have been content – more than content. Caroline was open and trusting and intelligent, and loyal and fierce and uncompromising, and she stirred a quite astonishing desire in him. But he couldn’t forget that he had not apparently confined himself just to raving about Lizzy’s flight and his boyhood escapades when he was ill. And if he had done so once, he could easily do so again.
I should like you to kiss me when you are awake. Dear God, his blood ran cold just to think about what he might have done! That he had stopped at kissing her was not far short of a miracle, the way his loins stirred now whenever he looked at her – whenever he thought of her even. How could he live with himself if she trusted him and he hurt her? The bleak truth was that he was not fit to spend time with any woman until the demons that took possession of his sleeping brain were vanquished. It was a good thing indeed that he was leaving Penfold Lodge.
He dozed fitfully, forcing himself awake when he would have slept deeper. He heard the household return, heard Caroline’s voice asking Mrs Penfold how she had enjoyed herself, heard her accompanying her upstairs and listening to the older woman’s gentle monologue. He heard Harry Fortune’s calls of goodnight. He heard the soft footfalls of the servants making the house safe, shutting it down for the night.
He was so, so tired. But every time he shut his eyes, ghastly images of what he might do in his sleep blazed across his brain. Eventually he let out a wild groan and staggered out of bed, lighting a candle to banish the visions. He crossed to the window, pulling aside the curtain to lean against the glass.
He had been there five, maybe ten, minutes – trapped in the dark circle of his blackest thoughts – when the door behind him opened softly.
‘What is it, Alexander?’
He turned, unbalanced, his joints stiff with having been standing by the cold panes. She was across the room in an instant, helping him back to the bed where he sat with his head in his hands. ‘Go away,’ he said in a low voice. ‘You should not be here. Go away.’
She stooped and put another log on the banked fire. ‘I will when you tell me why you have been standing unmoving in your window instead of recruiting your strength in sleep.’
‘Dammit, Caroline, you can manage many things, but you cannot manage this.’
She pulled her shawl more closely about her and sat beside him. ‘If you are regretting kissing me, you need not. I am not expecting anything, my lord. I know full well I would not fit in your world. So do not think you have compromised me or anything nonsensical like that.’
‘I am not regretting kissing you,’ said Alex through gritted teeth.
‘Good, for I enjoyed it tremendously.’
She had enjoyed it. For a moment he wanted her so much he could barely trust himself to move. ‘Caroline, it is so improper for you to be here that I am lost for words. Will you please return to your room.’
‘Why do you not get back into bed? Then we shall be nurse and patient again and you may tell me what is bothering you.’
‘If I get back into bed, I cannot put my arm around you.’ Dear heaven, where had those words come from?
He felt a tremor run through her. ‘Would you like to?’
His longing for her peaked. He was so tired that all there was left in his head was the truth. ‘Yes,’ he said, his voice breaking, ‘but I can’t because I am afraid of what I might do when I fall asleep.’
She chuckled and slipped off the bed. ‘Well if that is all, you shall get inside the covers and I will lie down on the outside and then you will do nothing at all because you will be held securely in place.’
Why had she not run away? Was she mad? Didn’t she know what men were capable of when their reason was clouded by lust?
‘I make the wo
rld’s most shameful declaration and you laugh at me. What sort of girl are you?’
‘A practical one. There, your bedding is straight again. That will be more comfortable.’
‘Caroline, please tell me everything I have raved about and everything I have done. Everything.’
‘I will once you are in bed. You are chilled to the bone and I would have you get better, not worse.’
Alex couldn’t quite believe he was doing as she directed but, oh, it did feel good to be lying down again with his head on the pillow, warmth tucked around him and a firm, soft voice taking charge. ‘You will be cold too,’ he said.
‘Then I will wrap myself in your dressing-gown. See, it is so big that it covers me from head to foot.’ Alex felt the edge of the bed dip as she settled herself next to him. ‘Now then – when you were ill, you relived chasing after your sister; you relived the time a bridge broke when you were crossing it; you talked about falling from a tree, tipping over your curricle….’
Those he had expected. ‘And what of when I kissed you?’
He felt her chuckle. ‘You thought I was Rosetta. It was very brief, Alexander, and it was only a kiss. You do not need to worry.’
Alex screwed his eyes tight closed in shame and clenched his fists under the covers. ‘Rosetta is in the past,’ he ground out.
He felt her lean towards him and kiss his forehead. ‘I know. You threatened to pepper poor Thomas with lead shot. Fortunately he didn’t hear you, or you might not have found your meat served with such alacrity the next day.’
Alex opened his eyes. ‘Caroline, this is why I am dangerous.’
She smiled at him in the candlelight. ‘Silly. I said you threatened – you didn’t actually do anything. In all your terrors and all your nightmares the only person you were ever endangering was yourself, tossing from side to side until you were like to fall out of bed. Once I had talked to you and soothed you, you went back to sleep.’
He relaxed, assimilating this as he worked one arm free of the sheets. She must be telling the truth. She would not be so unafraid if he had given her even the slightest indication that his raving self would overstep the mark. ‘But I kissed you,’ he whispered.
‘Only because I was there.’
They were silent for a moment while he traced her cheek. ‘You are here now.’
‘So I am,’ she said contentedly.
She was just as soft, just as unafraid, just as giving as she had been in the coach. Alex tumbled headlong into the honesty of Caroline Fortune’s kiss and knew, at last, that it was safe to sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CAROLINE SLID VERY gently from under the weight of Alexander’s arm and wriggled out of his enveloping dressing-gown. She had slept as soundly as he, the candle had long guttered out, and soon the world would be waking.
Alexander would be all right now, she thought, as she sped on silent feet up to her own room, and though there was an ache in her chest that he would soon be out of her life, at least he knew he had nothing to fear.
As for her, she would carry the memory of his kisses within her forever.
At the stable, getting the horses ready for the day, she distracted herself by regaling the men with details of the alderman’s dinner. There had always been this exchange of information between them: she described the goings-on in her world, they filled her in on the gossip in theirs. Frequently the two accounts tallied.
‘… and Harry might at last be making progress with Louisa’s father.’ She paused with her foot in Flood’s cupped hands, ready to be thrown up to Solange’s back. ‘I own I am concerned about Mr d’Arblay. Not that Louisa is likely to have anything to do with him for all he looks the gentleman and behaves so prettily around her, but he seemed out of all proportion annoyed last night.’
Flood gave her the boost to the saddle and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. ‘Him again. Well now … He never has a feather to fly with and lives mostly on his lordship’s credit, but we knew that. What else? Takes care always to be seen with the right people and never with the wrong ones. Leastwise, not when the gentry are looking.’
‘The wrong ones?’ said Caroline, arrested by his tone. ‘What sort of wrong ones?’
Flood met her eyes. ‘Maybe the ones Jem Jessop is seen with. The ones with generous hearts who help out coves what are getting behind with the rent. The ones not always fussed about the best horse necessarily winning.’
Solange moved, wanting to be off. Caroline patted her absently. ‘You think he is deeper in debt than normal?’
‘Could be.’
‘Was Jessop on the hiring roster at the livery office?’
‘Now there’s a thought,’ said Flood softly. ‘A job in a lord’s stable would be a nice bone to throw a hungry pack, wouldn’t it? I’ll make enquiries. You’d best go, Miss Caro. I’ll send one of the lads down to the road if milord turns up again.’
‘I don’t believe he will. He was worn to threads last night. I daresay he’ll sleep in half the morning.’ She took a quick breath. ‘And then he will be off to Cheveley.’
There was a tiny silence. ‘Probably for the best, lass.’
Caroline nudged Solange forward. ‘I know, Flood. I know.’
Alexander flatly refused to go in the carriage to Cheveley, directing his horse to be brought to Penfold Lodge for the three-mile journey instead. ‘Will you accompany me?’ he asked Caroline. ‘You and your brother? I shall miss our rides together.’
Caroline’s heart fluttered. ‘Gladly,’ she said. ‘But will your hosts not think it strange? We hardly move in the same social circles, you know.’
‘I shall put it down to your being an incorrigibly conscientious nurse.’
Did he mean because she had lain alongside him that he might sleep in peace? He hadn’t mentioned those kisses this morning. He hadn’t looked at her in any particular way. She told herself she was being ridiculous. ‘My brother, I know, will be more than happy to ride escort. Your mama has found herself a devoted slave in him.’
Alexander grunted. ‘She has a retinue of devoted slaves all over England.’
‘It is easy to see why. I like her very much.’
‘Everybody always does. She scatters her affection as broadly and thickly as a farmer sows his grain, and reaps a like result.’
There was just the tiniest touch of irony in his voice. Caroline considered him thoughtfully. ‘Her grace has a happy manner,’ she said, ‘but I do not believe she loves indiscriminately. She would not be as insistent on, say, Mr d’Arblay recuperating at Cheveley after a blow to the head as she is being with you.’
His shoulders twitched impatiently. ‘There’s nothing in that. Mama is enjoying one of her maternal phases.’
‘And you do not like being fussed. Permit me to say, my lord, that you would like it less if she knew of your indisposition and merely sent you a few lines to say that she hoped you would be better soon.’
Alexander glared at her. ‘I should thank heaven that she had at last learnt to act with moderation.’
Caroline rose. ‘And you would then dash off a note to your father, asking if your mama was quite well. You may bamboozle yourself, if you must, but you do not fool me. I have some errands to run for Mrs Penfold. I will see you in the stable yard in an hour.’ By which time she would have controlled this absurd impulse to cry. She was going to miss sparring with him.
As he had prophesied, Alex’s mama was indeed in full-blown rapture on his arrival at the Duke of Rutland’s estate at Cheveley. He lifted his eyebrows in a What did I tell you? fashion at Caroline. But Mama was also immensely civil to both Caroline and Harry, introducing them to various of Rutland’s house guests and including them in the conversation. Watching, Alex realized it hadn’t occurred to him that they would do other than acquit themselves sensibly, and so it proved. It seemed no time at all before the customary half-hour was up and they said they must go. The words hit Alex like a jabbing uppercut to his midriff.
Conscious of
an audience, he took Caroline’s hand in a formal hold and told her he would always be grateful for the care he had received at Penfold Lodge.
‘Indeed, you were most welcome, my lord.’ Her words were as conventional as his own.
Alex lifted her fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. Was it his imagination or did her hand tremble slightly? He held her eyes a tiny moment longer, then let her go.
Mama was talking already about plans for this week and what day they would leave for Abervale. Alex let the flow trickle past him, watching until Caroline and her brother left the room. When the door shut, he felt as if a small piece of the day had gone with them. He nodded to the company and was shown to his allotted bedchamber where he found his valet expressing satisfaction at being back in a proper nobleman’s residence.
‘… rising at a civilized hour, no more eating in the kitchen as if you were a commoner, a proper upper servants’ room….’
Alex stared out of his window at spacious, wooded grounds without a horse or an honest working man in sight. He was doing this for Caroline, he repeated. He needed to give himself time. He was in no doubt about his own feelings, but he needed to be quite, quite sure that he was safe both in and out of company before he took the next step. A few days, that’s all it would take. And meanwhile he could deal with this unexpected sense of loss. He would make the right adjustment in his head and pick up his old life again. In the background his valet was still blathering. That settled the matter. Alex would start by going downstairs in search of a glass of Madeira and informed male conversation.
Caroline discussed training schedules with Harry ready for next week’s racing, retired at a decent hour, took Solange out for an early gallop – trusting that the Lord would overlook it being Sunday in view of the seriousness of next week’s race – and then accompanied Mrs Penfold to church.