Jane held back a smile as she addressed the older lady. “Perhaps we should save this conversation for the drawing room.”
“Perhaps,” Agatha said, eyeing Roderick. “However, I thought you said he had changed. But he is still the stubborn, domineering duke I remember. And what’s this about the king being godfather to George? I do not think I can bear being a godmother with that man! The last time—”
“You, the godmother?” Roderick shouted, interrupting her.
Agatha smiled. “Thank you, Roderick. Perhaps you have changed. Jane did mention it was your idea.”
Roderick stared at Jane as she walked around the bed and pinched his toe.
Roderick gritted his teeth and smiled back at Agatha. “Of course, you can be the godmother.”
Agatha stood with tears in her eyes. “Well, then. I will take my leave. I hear there is trouble at your new school. I believe the captain is making his way to Bath now. He has quite recovered from his mishap. But I was hoping we could decide on a bride while he was still here.”
Roderick’s eyes went wide. “You want to find him a bride without his knowledge?”
Jane frowned. “I had no idea there was trouble at the school.”
Agatha ignored Roderick’s comment and made her way toward the door. “I suppose I can speak with Jane in the drawing room. Yes, Jane, dearest. The more I think about it, the more I realize your husband will be of no help to us at all. Oh, and Roderick?”
He pursed his lips as he looked her way. “Yes?”
“Your siblings are all having babies, did Jane tell you that?”
Roderick blinked. “What?”
Agatha frowned. “Jane, explain it to that duke of yours. Sometimes men can be so dense, it boggles the mind.”
Smiling, Jane turned to Roderick just as Gabby ran into the room.
“Hello Uncle Dukie!” the little girl shrieked with glee. “I brought you Mr. Picklehammer to make you happy!” She hurried to his bedside, holding her cat.
Roderick turned to Jane. “There is a lock on my door, is there not?”
“Oh no!” Gabby said, leaning against the bed. “There is no lock! I broke it before you came home! But that doesn’t matter because I can leave Mr. Picklehammer here to guard you and George. You don’t need a lock!”
Roderick sighed and closed his eyes. “Mr. Picklehammer,” he muttered.
Jane could not contain her laughter. She picked up George and turned to the little girl. “Uh, Gabby, I think we should let Uncle Dukie sleep. He’s a bit tired.”
Roderick looked up. “A bit?”
Jane smiled. “Would you believe Mr. Picklehammer had babies?”
“Oh, yes,” Gabby said, putting her cat near Roderick’s head. “He is not a Mister at all. He’s a Miss! That’s a girl cat, you know!”
Roderick’s chest started to rumble. “I think you mean Mrs. Picklehammer.”
“What’s the difference?” Gabby’s voice sounded troubled. “A girl cat is a girl cat?”
Roderick lifted his gaze to Jane’s. “Will you please ask Jared to explain it to her?”
“Explain what?” Jared said as the rest of the Clearbrook siblings and their spouses paraded into the room.
Roderick rolled his eyes. “Is this a family reunion?”
Jane snorted with laughter. She had to admit, this was a little much, even for her. She tried to gently guide everyone toward the door, including Gabby.
“Oh, thunderation,” Roderick shouted. “If you are all going to have babies like Agatha said, I suggest you look to Mrs. Hobbs for extra care.”
The entire crowd froze. It seemed the ladies had yet to tell their husband’s anything. Since they all had previous trouble carrying a child to term, they wanted to wait a few months before they announced their good news.
However, Jane could only stare at her husband. Had she heard him correctly? Mrs. Hobbs?
“What?” he said, his gray eyes twinkling with mirth.
Still recovering, Jane opened her mouth to speak when everyone started talking at once.
“You are going to have a baby?” Clayton shouted to Briana.
“A baby?” Jared yelped, taking a seat beside the bed as he stared up at Emily.
Stephen twirled Elizabeth around in a circle. “A baby! A baby! This is wonderful news!”
But Marcus plopped in the bed, taking the space beside Roderick. “I say, perhaps Mrs. Hobbs will know how to handle a daughter of Milli’s.”
Milli leaned against the bedpost and giggled with laughter.
Roderick stared at Jane in disbelief.
Jane stood beside the bed, staring back at him. “Your family is wonderful, Your Grace.”
Laughing, Roderick opened his arms wide. “They are your family too, wife! Come here and join the party!”
Jane smiled and walked toward him with George still in her arms. But before she could make it to Roderick’s side, Gabby had jumped on the bed with Mrs. Picklehammer. “Oh, my goodness, Uncle Dukie! You do have the best parties in the whole world! Everyone is soooooooo happy!”
Roderick took Jane’s hand in his and grinned. “Confound it, Jane. I believe Gabby is right. We have the best parties in the whole world.” He placed Jane’s hand on his heart and gazed tenderly into her eyes. “And who would have thought, we have the best love in the whole world too.”
Jane put George in the crook of her husband’s arm and smiled. The baby kicked his feet and waved his hands, seeming to enjoy all the noise in the room.
Gabby shrieked with glee. Marcus moaned. Mrs. Picklehammer meowed. Milli was still laughing. Agatha was swinging her parasol. And the rest of the Clearbrook family was happily chattering away.
Roderick looked about and chuckled. “Confound it. What a family!”
Smiling, Jane scooted on the edge of the bed beside Roderick and baby George. Her heart was bursting with happiness. This was life. This was love. And it was wonderful. She wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her husband’s cheek. “Confound it, Uncle Dukie. What a family, indeed.”
Author Note
Thank you for reading about Roderick and Jane in The Duke’s Bride, which is the fifth book in The Clearbrooks. I loved writing about the couple and their journey. Each sibling in the duke’s family has a book in this series. In fact, I hope to write more stories about this family and their friends. Check for updates!
#1 The Rejected Suitor
#2 The Wagered Bride
#3 The Convenient Bride
#4 The Mischievous Bride
#5 The Duke’s Bride
I’ve also written a contemporary romance series, Colorado Clearbrooks, which includes three handsome brothers who live in the US and are descendants of the duke’s family.
#1 Almost Midnight
#2 Almost Sundown
#3 Almost Daybreak
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Teresa McCarthy
Almost Midnight
Book 1, Colorado Clearbrooks,
(Contemporary series)
Excerpt. Copyright © Teresa McCarthy, 2012
All rights reserved
Chapter One
You’ll find your soulmate, honey. At the stroke of midnight, on a mountain road, when all seems lost, he’ll come like a knight on his white horse.
Twenty-eight-year-old Hannah Elliot dropped her head to the steering wheel of her old two-door coupe as she thought about her mother’s dream. Oka
y, it was almost midnight, and her car had just died on a mountain road. That part was right. But soulmate? Knight on a white horse? Nope, she didn’t think so. Things like that didn’t happen in the twenty-first century in the middle of Colorado.
With a groan, she lifted her gaze and stared straight ahead as a cool June breeze rustled through the nearby pines. Shadows danced in the moonlight, giving the place an almost magical charm. She had to admit, a knight on a white horse who knew something about cars would look pretty good right now.
Her cell phone was dead. She was going to charge it last night, but of course, she had loaned the recharger to a neighbor a few days ago, and it had never been returned. Besides, the cell reception didn’t work to well on these mountain roads anyway.
For a moment, she pictured a white horse dashing out of the dappled darkness and onto the road. She sat back and tried to smile. It was more likely she would see a white-tailed deer jumping in front of her car. Or maybe even a white rabbit.
She looked up and sighed. Stars twinkled in the sky, reminding her of the same sight outside her tiny balcony apartment, a place where she wished she were right now.
The inventory at the library could have waited. But no, she’d insisted on finishing it tonight. She needed the overtime. With her mother’s past medical problems and the lady’s debts, along with her own school loans, there were too many bills left unpaid. Now, with this car, there’d be more.
She didn’t know much about what was under the hood of her car, but knew she should take a look before she made any decisions about what to do. She had her fingers on the door handle when a pair of headlights flashed behind her. She turned in her seat. The vehicle was stopping.
Her heart beat a little faster as she fumbled for the door locks. The driver began to exit while headlights beamed in her direction. She squinted against the light. Was that a stretched limo? A white stretched limo? Well, this was a back road to the airport, wasn’t it? Not many people took the back way, but—
She stiffened. White limo? Knight on white horse? No, it couldn’t be.
An owl hooted eerily in the distance, and she rolled up her window to within an inch of the top. Good Samaritan or not, she couldn’t be too careful these days. And she highly doubted some knight in full chain mail was going to save the day if anything else went wrong.
She watched from her side view mirror, only able to see below the man’s shoulders as he walked toward her. The limo’s headlights lit his way, giving her the impression of one tall, powerfully built man. Though he seemed to be wearing a dark suit, his nicely tailored clothes didn’t ease her apprehension. She would not let down her guard.
I can handle this, she told herself, breathing slowly, trying to relax. Just don’t do something stupid, like get out of the car. And this has nothing to do with Mom’s dream. It’s merely a coincidence. But please God, let me get home tonight, safe and sound.
Yet no matter what she told herself, panic welled in her throat when a set of wide shoulders bent her way. This man, well, goodness, he was—
“Are you all right, Miss?” The compassionate timbre of his voice floated through the car like a swirl of smoke.
“W-what?”
“I said, are you all right?” The man lowered his face.
She blinked, not able to generate a coherent thought as a pair of liquid silver eyes pierced her senses. “I’m having trouble with my car.” Oh, good thing to say to a strange man on a mountain road when she was alone without a charged cell phone. Yeah, good thinking, girl.
His eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Will it turn over?”
“Turn over?”
He smiled. “Will the engine start at all?”
She shook her head. “No, but it clicks a little.”
He nodded toward the front of the car. “Pop the hood. I’ll take a look.”
Hannah did as he said, but still stayed in the car, her mother’s dream not far from her mind.
She anxiously went over the facts. It was midnight on a mountain road. Okay, she would be the first to admit her car wasn’t in the best of shape. She also lived in Colorado where mountains were numerous. As for help, there was a fifty percent chance a man would come to her rescue. This...this person in the white limo was purely coincidence.
“You have a flashlight?” he asked.
She realized she had been staring at him. “I, uh, might have one in the trunk.” There was no way she was getting out of this car, knight in a white limo or not.
He looked at her as if he could read her mind. “Do you have a trunk button you could push? See if it works.”
Hannah almost smiled. Of course she had a trunk button. That was probably the only good thing about this tin can she owned. She pushed the button and the trunk clicked open.
“Thanks.” His mouth curved into an irresistible smile, and the dimple in his chin only added to his charm. Tawny-gold hair gleamed against the moonlight. She blinked as if she were hypnotized. Had she seen this man in town?
Yes, hadn’t she’d seen him at the hospital when she had brought her mother in last week?
Or was her mind playing tricks on her?
She heard him moving a few things in the trunk, acting as if every day he helped a stranded woman on a two lane mountain road. The trunk snapped closed, and after returning to his limo, the man made his way toward her hood, flashlight in hand.
She immediately noticed he had taken off his jacket. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie was missing, and his collar was open at the neck.
He disappeared beneath the hood and after several minutes, he came toward her, wiping his hands on a handkerchief he’d pulled out of his pocket. A handkerchief? Who used a handkerchief these days?
“Okay, Hannah, I think it was a loose connector to your alternator.”
The flashlight shone into the car. Her shocked gaze met his amused one. “Pardon me?”
He chuckled. “Hannah Elliot. I saw the name on a notebook in the back.”
“Oh,” she said, wanting to smack herself. Of course, she had put her name on her notebook.
She had probably left her notes in the trunk from her last class the other day. She had been moving books from the library and must have forgotten about it.
“Does that mean it’s fixed?” she asked.
“No, I’ll have to bring my limo around to jump it. The battery was being drained because your connection to the alternator was loose. You had just enough juice to click your trunk open. I’m betting your lights probably dimmed before your car stopped.”
She frowned. It had to be the battery. It had happened just as he said. Her lights had dimmed to nothing.
He leaned against her car. “Once the alternator is connected, all we have to do is give the battery a little kick to get it going. If you don’t mind, I’m going to link up my battery with yours.” He cleared his throat.
Hannah felt herself blush. “I see.” Right. She really hoped this man knew what he was doing.
It seemed he did. Within minutes, he had jump started her car, and the engine was purring like a kitten. For some reason, she knew that wouldn’t last long. Still, she wanted to repay this man in some way.
It had been kind of him to stop. He seemed harmless, but one never knew. He appeared to be in his early thirties, his good boy looks reminding her of Nick.
Nick.
Reality slapped her hard. She didn’t need any more Nicks in her life.
After putting away his tools and asking her to open the trunk again to return the flashlight, he walked up to her window.
She swallowed. “Um, thank you. I don’t know what to say. Can I pay you?”
“Don’t worry your pretty head about paying me.”
Pretty head?
He shifted his gaze in the direction of the limousine and shook his head. “Good thing I stopped by. I usually take another route to the airport. I don’t think the police comb these areas too much after ten o’clock. You would have been left out here like a lamb in the
woods.”
“A lamb?” she murmured to herself, avoiding the man’s reaction by turning to the side.
Lamb and a wolf maybe.
“I didn’t hear that. You know, we could talk better if you rolled down the window a bit.”
He didn’t seem to think she had needed to roll the window down before.
Keeping her safety of the utmost concern, she eased the opening wider by another inch. He leaned closer, so close in fact that she detected the musky scent of cologne. She wished he would move back a few feet. His nearness was overwhelming, making it hard to think.
“Smart girl, Hannah.” A smile lit his eyes as he inspected the sparse opening. “Doesn’t pay to be too careless.”
Her lips parted in surprise, and she bristled, wondering if he knew the direction of her thoughts. “I don’t think that’s funny, Mr.—”
“Tanner,” he said, his eyes still twinkling with mischief. “Just call me, Tanner. And I didn’t think it was funny at all. I think you’re smart not to get out of the car. But you should have a cell phone. Do you? It’s a stupid thing for a woman not to have a cell phone. If you were—”
“If you don’t mind,” she said interrupting him, not wanting to hear about her stupidity from a stranger. “I’d like to get on my way. Thanks again for helping me.”
His smile widened in what seemed to be a look of respect, and if she didn’t know better, she would have thought he’d made some deal with the moon, making it shine down on them with such pointed brightness she wished she’d put on her lipstick.
“No need to thank me any more than you have. I always enjoy helping a lady in distress.”
Oh, he definitely had one of those knight complexes. Maybe her mother had been right about that, but he was definitely not her soulmate.
“But I will take down your phone number.”
Hannah blinked. “My phone number?”
“Yes, your phone number. Does that surprise you? It’s not like I haven’t seen you in Clearbrook Valley. But you don’t know me, do you?” He studied her intensely, as if letting her know he wouldn’t forget her face.
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