To Win his Wayward Wife AZ w cover

by Rose Gordon

  And so began the game of cat and mouse or rather puppeteer and puppet.

  Over the course of their courtship, they’d had their share of disagreements about why they’d never formally announced their engagement. Or why he kept company with other women. He’d always use some excuse about being too young or getting to enjoy his bachelor freedom a while longer, but not to worry, he’d marry her.

  No one in her family championed for their match and it didn’t take her very long to realize Brooke was definitely right about one thing: the man had the intelligence of a goose. He was always adding incorrectly, or using the wrong word in conversations, dripping things on himself while he ate, he couldn’t tell time on his pocket watch correctly, and he even hurt himself quite frequently because he hadn’t used enough brain power to consider the repercussions of his actions. She typically just brushed his actions off as something she could contend with. Just as long as their children inherited her intelligence, that is. If not, she might go mad.

  A few times over the years, she’d told him she was going to allow others to court her. His response was typically to remind her of her folly the last time she’d done that and remind her that any man but him would only want her for her body.

  After four and a half years she decided she was desperate enough to marry him she’d do just about anything. Including dropping subtle hints about her wanting to deepen their relationship. It didn’t take him long to catch on and soon she found herself exactly where she didn’t want to be: unwed and in his bed. She knew she’d been playing with fire when she’d dropped the hints. She’d just hoped he’d take them differently. But, he was a man, therefore, he did his thinking with the head that didn’t possess a brain and interpreted her eagerness and curiosity as willingness to share his bed with or without a wedding ring.

  In her own naivety she hadn’t anticipated this. She thought he’d take the hints to mean it was time to get married. But he hadn’t and when she tried to back out, he wouldn’t let her. He’d called her a tease and insisted she was correct, it was time to deepen their relationship and he even guilted her about her feelings for him not being strong enough if she wasn’t willing to go to bed with him. Wanting to prove him wrong, she’d joined him in bed. And not just once. No, she’d slept with him more than a dozen times before she realized the painful truth: he’d never marry her, nor did she ever actually want him to.

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  The sound of the front door slamming woke her from her time travels and she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Perhaps Benjamin was right in one respect, she thought, tightening the pins in her coiffure. Apparently those who appear to be the dumbest people are truly the most harmful to others. Not that she could fault Robbie entirely on that score. She’d been the one stupid enough to believe his cock and bull stories for five years.

  How ironic that she’d wasted five years of her life and her virtue on a man who was the exact bounder he’d accused his cousin to be. Not that she didn’t still believe Leo to be a bounder, she did. She just knew now it was a trait that was bred, and they both seemed to possess it.

  Chapter 19

  Rockhurst

  Later that day

  “Brooke,” Carolina Banks chirped when she saw her oldest daughter. “I’m so happy to see you!”

  “It’s good to see you, too,” Brooke said, wrapping Mama in a big hug. “We weren’t expecting you so soon.”

  “The wind was in our favor,” John, her papa, said simply, embracing her so tightly she thought she might pop. “Now where is that rapscallion son-in-law of mine?”

  “Which one,” Brooke asked, stalling for time. She hadn’t seen Madison or Benjamin all day today. She’d gone to Madison’s room last night to talk and when nobody answered the door, she let herself in. Nothing appeared to be out of place at first, but upon closer inspection, Brooke noticed Madison’s brush and personal mirror were missing. She tried not to smile with excitement when she realized her sister had snuck out to spend the night with her husband.

  “Good point,” John said smoothly. “Both of them.”

  “They’re not in at the moment,” she said, still stalling. Andrew was on his way to the gamekeeper’s cabin to discuss the possibility that they were ready to leave and go to Glenbrook. “Would you like to see Nathan?”

  “Of course,” Mama exclaimed, walking to the little basket by the window where Nathan was taking a nap. She picked him up and cooed in his ear while she swayed with him by the window.

  Papa went over and saw the baby. He idly ran his finger on Nathan’s soft cheek. “Brooke, can I ask you something? Do you think there’s something familiar about Gateway?”

  Brooke almost choked. The night before she’d met Andrew she’d been kissing Benjamin in the shrubs at a ball. “Ugh…not really, no. I mean, I’ve only seen him as much as everyone else here, I’d wager,” she said evasively. She knew her parents probably knew she’d kissed men before her husband, but she didn’t want to start listing names and places for them.

  “Hmmm,” Papa said. “I just get the feeling I’ve seen him somewhere else.”

  “Perhaps you knew his father,” Mama put in helpfully. “You did grow up in England. Maybe you went to school with him.”

  Papa shook his head. “No, I think his father is at least a decade, maybe more, older than me.”

  “What of a brother? Did his father have a younger brother?” Brooke asked, even though she knew the old duke wasn’t really Benjamin’s father and if he did have a younger brother, he’d have no resemblance to Benjamin.

  Papa shook his head again. “I think I’ve met the man before. I just cannot place where.”

  “Nonsense,” Mama said dismissively. “Before we came to England last spring you’d been living in America for twenty five years. If you’d met him before you left he’d have been what four or five and you’d have been nineteen. I hardly think you’d recognize him now.”

  “You’re right,” Papa acknowledged. “It would have been in America and I don’t remember meeting any dukes over there.” He took a seat on the settee and watched his wife as she swayed their grandson. “On a different note, I went and saw Theodore Swift after I received Andrew’s missive.”

  Brooke nodded. She’d be willing to bet that wasn’t a happy visit.

  “He couldn’t get rid of me fast enough,” Papa continued with a laugh. “I told him he better retrieve his son and keep him on a tight leash because Madison’s husband wasn’t likely to let him live if he showed up here again. The man actually had the nerve to laugh at me until I told him who Madison’s husband was. Apparently Gateway’s reputation is known all the way to Brooklyn.” He chuckled and closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall. “Hmm, funny I never heard of him though,” he mused with a frown. “I’d have thought if Theo knew of him, I’d have heard of him, too.”

  Brooke took a seat and watched as Mama played with Nathan and Papa took a nap. That was odd that Mr. Swift knew of Benjamin’s dangerous reputation all the way to Brooklyn. Who in America would care? None of the girls she’d grown up with knew or cared about the reputations of titled Englishmen. But then again, the Swifts had connections over here, she remembered. They’d had their handsome English cousin stay with them for a while.

  Oh, if only Madison would have ended up with him. She still didn’t believe the things Robbie said about him. Robbie was jealous and grasping at straws to get Madison to return to his side like a lost puppy. Unfortunately it worked.

  She’d even admit to herself Gateway was a better choice than Robbie. But still, nobody could compare to the handsome man who sat on the edge of the ballroom with his heart in his eyes as he confessed to being a bounder of the worst sort but promised he was savable.

  She smiled. Then froze. She’d heard Benjamin say something similar to that just not too long ago. She frowned. Why had he said that? It was the night he’d come to apologize for his stupidity involving her ruination last spring. Was it just a coincidence he’d used the same words a
s Leo? It had to be. Leo was a lowly commoner and Benjamin was a duke. They were worlds apart.

  She closed her eyes and tried to drag up an image of Leo. His uneven beard had covered half his face, but she remembered his vivid blue eyes and light blond hair precisely. He’d worn a face-splitting grin every time he caught sight of Madison, much the same way that Benjamin did. She nearly choked on her gasp. Benjamin was Leo. Leo was Benjamin. For whatever reason, he’d come to America dressed as a beggar and given his heart to Madison.

  “Are you all right, dear?” Mama asked, breaking Brooke from her trance.

  She nodded. “I know where we’ve seen him before.”

  Papa’s eyes snapped open. “Where?”

  “He’s Leo,” she croaked.

  Mama stopped mid-sway. “You mean—”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Brooke nodded. “Madison probably isn’t going to like this revelation,” she said numbly.

  “Perhaps not, but Liberty will. She’ll appreciate the irony,” Papa said with a smirk.

  Just then Andrew came into the room mumbling and muttering words that are better left unmentioned. “They’re gone,” he nearly shouted. “That no-good filthy bounder abducted her. All his things are gone and there is nary a trace of her anywhere. When I get my hands on him—”

  “No!” Mama and Brooke exclaimed in unison, waking poor Nathan up and making him cry.

  “Why not?” Andrew demanded, crossing his arms.

  “He’s not going to hurt her,” Brooke said, walking up to him and placing her hands on his shoulders.

  “You bet he won’t,” he spat. “I’ll kill him when I find him. I should have known I couldn’t trust him. This is my fault. I should have tried harder to convince him to drop the engagement. But don’t worry, Brooke. I’ll bring her back—”

  Brooke brought her finger up to stop her husband’s lips from spouting more male ego nonsense. “Stop,” she said in a small voice. “I’ve already told you he’s not going to hurt her.”

  Andrew looked at her dubiously. “And what make you so certain of that?”

  Brooke smiled. “He loves her the same as you love me.”

  Chapter 20

  The middle of nowhere near the coast of England

  Later that day

  Benjamin walked into the drawing room and stood quietly inside the door while Madison rested on the settee with her eyes shut. He couldn’t tell if she was sleeping or just resting. Either way he didn’t wish to disturb her.

  The footmen had finished unloading the carriage. He’d had her painting supplies put into an empty room and everything else went to the one they’d share, including that bloody wooden chest that was driving him to distraction. Twice already this afternoon he’d had to remind himself he couldn’t open it without her permission and had to remove his hands from the latch.

  Maybe tonight he’d just ask her about it. She was already mad at him, how much worse could it get if he asked about the box?

  He walked down the hall and into the kitchen to see if Cook had some biscuits he could snag. Taking a tray of fresh biscuits and hot tea with him, he walked back to the drawing room. Madison was sitting up now, but she didn’t look overly happy.

  “Can I interest you in something to eat?” he asked, placing the tray down on the squat table positioned in front of the settee.

  She shrugged and took a biscuit.

  “How about some tea?” he asked, waiting for her to take the hint and pour. When she didn’t, he asked, “Aren’t you going to serve?”

  “No,” she said flatly, grabbing another biscuit.

  He stared at the teapot. It was so small and delicate he’d probably break it with his grasp if he tried to pour. “Would you like to pour me a cup?”

  “Not particularly,” she answered smugly, chewing her biscuit.

  He snatched the teapot and started dumping tea into a cup, sloshing the liquid all over everything. When the cup was filled with as much tea as a thimble would hold, he brought it to his lips and drank it all in one exaggerated swallow. “Tea’s delicious,” he said with a smile.

  “I’m sure the table thinks so, too,” she said dryly, staring at the huge puddle he’d made.

  Putting the cup down, he leaned forward. “Are you going to be mad at me forever?”

  “No. Not forever. Just until you return me,” she said pertly. “I knew one day I’d have to live in your house, but I didn’t think you’d be so highhanded as to accomplish it this way.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not being highhanded. I’m trying to protect you.”

  “As I said, I don’t need protecting. The man is an imbecile. He can’t even tie his own cravat, for goodness’ sake,” she burst out.

  “I understand that. However, he may lack common sense and enjoy acting like a simpleton, but he still poses a threat,” he said sharply.

  She waved her hand in the air. “No, he doesn’t. I once though he wasn’t as dumb as everyone thought, but then I spent five years in his close company. Believe me when I say a rabbit uses his brain for more decisions than Robbie.”

  Benjamin pinned her with his eyes. “I don’t care. The man isn’t what he seems. A person doesn’t have to have common sense to figure out how to manipulate someone.”

  “I believe your theory,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve met a person just like that before. You.”

  “Me?” he asked defensively. He crossed his arms and felt his body stiffen as he waited for her answer.

  She nodded. “Yes, you. See, I’ve seen you manipulate people like a chess master moving his pieces. However, you lack common sense.”

  “How so?”

  “You forgot my clothes, didn’t you,” she said, shrugging.

  He leaned forward. “That was not a lack of common sense. That was using common sense. I’ve already explained why I didn’t grab your clothes. So please, find another example.”

  “You wear drawers that are too tight because you think wearing them will make me magically interested in what they conceal,” she said smartly. “When, quite frankly, I could care less either way.”

  “I only did that so I wouldn’t scare you,” he countered.

  “Yes, because it’s so large,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

  “Stop,” he snapped. “Stop the sarcasm right now. I left them on because I knew you weren’t a virgin and I didn’t want you to think I was trying to force myself on you. I wanted to give you the space and respect you deserved.”

  She just stared at him unblinking. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to insult you…”

  “Yes, you did,” he retorted. “But that’s all right. Just don’t discount what I do for you, Madison. Everything I’ve ever told you has been the truth. I haven’t lied to you about anything. Ever.” The last word was added more for his benefit than hers. He’d never lied to her in New York, not that she’d ever know that. He honestly doubted she even remembered him. He’d been nothing more to her than a passing flirtation.

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

  “No need to be,” he said dismissively. “Now pour us some tea.”

  With a weak smile, she poured their tea and they had a strained conversation.

  In his quick, unplanned escape last night he hadn’t considered just how mad she’d be at him. However, thinking about it from her side, he could understand. He’d stolen her away without letting her say goodbye or gather her things or even know what was going on. How astonishing to discover he really was a scoundrel.

  Conversation at dinner had been nonexistent. She just glowered at him and shoveled her food into her mouth at an astonishing rate, presumably to be out of his presence as quickly as possible. After he finished eating he went up to their room and found the door locked. He had the key in his pocket, all he had to do was slip it in and open the door. But she didn’t want him in there tonight and he respected her wishes enough not to push it. For tonight any
way, he’d just try again tomorrow.

  But tomorrow wasn’t any different. And neither was the next day. Nor the next. It turned out to be nearly a week before she so much as let him cross the threshold. And once he crossed it, he knew it wasn’t for a reenactment of the night of passion they’d had the week before. No, she was full of rage. And her rage surprised him. She’d been very quiet and withdrawn all week as she tried to avoid him. To actually see her in a temper was rather off-putting.

  “You requested me,” he said, shutting the door.

  Skipping any hint of pleasantry, she pointed to the wooden box Paul had brought for her. “What’s the meaning of this,” she shouted hysterically.

  He looked at the offending box. “I don’t know,” he said as if he were a lad being questioned for a prank at Eton.

  “Why is it here?” she demanded hotly.

  “I don’t know,” he repeated. What did she expect him to say?

  “Yes, you do,” she snapped. “Now get it out of my sight.”

  “Why?” he demanded.

  Her eyes flashed fire like he’d never seen. “Because I don’t want to see it again, that’s why.”

  He walked up to the chest and put his hand on the latch. “Why not? What’s in here that made your face go white and caused you to look like you were about to faint?”

  “Nothing,” she said, putting her hands on his to stop him from opening the lid. “Get your hands off of it.”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to open it.”

  “No,” she yelled. “You have no right to. It’s mine.”

  He smiled. “Didn’t you know that in England when a woman marries, all her possessions then belong to her husband?”

  “This is different,” she argued. “There is no monetary value in this chunk of wood.”