Bexley-Smythe Quintet 01 - Flight of Fancy (7 page)

Finally, he faced her again, with a queer expression on his face. Was that concern? Good heavens, it was bad enough that Monty was always following her about and trying to protect her from life. She didn’t need Pippa’s brothers to join in that.

“
You should know,” he finally said with a frown creasing his brow, “that your brother has had dealings with Haworth.”

Her breath hitched. Finding her voice proved difficult. “Dealings he hasn’t settled, I assume?”

Harry shook his head.

“
And what does that mean for me?”

“
Possibly nothing. Haworth isn’t really a bad sort, generally speaking.”

He looked back towards the carriage, and Georgie followed his gaze. The door was still closed.

“
But there are those who believe Haworth might seek retribution through you.”

“
Do you?” she asked tentatively.

“
If I believed that, I would never have agreed to your request.”

Georgie nodded, but that was all she could do before Berkswell and Pippa joined them.

Was she preparing to make the grandest mistake of her brief life? A twinge in her stomach told her she might very well be, but a series of flutters followed, and she could think of nothing else but following through with her plan.

The tingles hadn’t ceased, or even slowed. If anything, they’d increased in pace. Georgie walked alongside Pippa, with Harry accompanying them, towards their supper box. The whole time, she remained in utter amazement that the entire world wasn’t feeling the same sense of awe and trepidation she was experiencing right then.

But then Pippa stopped, bring Georgie back to the here and now.

“
What is it?” Harry asked.

Pippa pinched her eyebrows together and shook her head. “I just want to explore a bit. I don’t want to find our seats quite yet.”

“
We’re already late.” Harry glowered at his sister. “I am meeting…someone, and I just want to see you settled before I go.” He caught Georgie’s eye for a brief moment, and she bit her lip. Then he looked away.

“
Very well,” Pippa agreed in a far too conciliatory tone.

Did she believe he was off to an illicit tryst, as he’d planned? Why was she giving in to him so easily? Georgie looked over at her friend, who merely shrugged in response. This was all coming together far too easily. She could only hope that escaping from Pippa would be as easy as avoiding Monty had been. He had no idea at all that she was at Vauxhall. In fact, he thought that she and her entire family had stayed home for the night.

Harry led them to the supper boxes. Lord and Lady Heathfield looked over at them from their own box as they entered, and Pippa blushed to a furious shade of red…no doubt thinking of the scene she’d been involved in during their ball.

“
Here we are.” Harry waved his arm for Pippa and Georgie to enter one of the boxes. “Sit down. I’ll be back…soon.” With that, he rushed off through the throng. He glanced back once and made eye contact with Georgie, likely making certain she’d noted the direction he’d gone.

“
Where do you suppose he’s headed?” Georgie asked for lack of any better conversational topics. She knew, but she wanted to be certain that Pippa did not.

“
To some clandestine meeting, I’d guess. Berks informed me tonight that Harry is a wolf. I had no idea.”

Georgie had to force herself not to blink in a daze at the wolf comment, as she’d recently had a discussion with none other than Harry about wolves. How very odd. She mentally shook the thought from her head. “And you thought if you went along with his plan of sitting in the box, that we’d do what we liked after he departed?” Please, God, let that be Pippa’s plan. Then everything would go smoothly tonight.

A wide grin stole over Pippa’s face. “You really do know me very well.”

Georgie pursed her lips and nodded. Of course she did. She knew almost
everything
very well, whether she wanted to or not. “So what do you want to see? The Indian temples? The spring gardens?” She made a point of
not
mentioning the Chinese pavilion.

“
Let’s just head back the way we came.”

And so they did. After they exited the box and started making their way through the crowd towards the entrance, a poorly garbed man bumped into Pippa and muttered, “Sorry, mum,” and then disappeared back into the throng.

“
One could get lost here and never find their way out,” Georgie said beneath her breath.

She never would have expected Pippa’s response—to squeeze tight onto Georgie’s arm and say, “Isn’t it grand?”

Gracious! Did she
want
to get lost tonight? That would be utterly perfect if she did, because that would make it all the more easy for Georgie to sneak off and meet Harry! She laughed, but didn’t trust herself to say anything more, lest she give away her glee over the ideas racing through her mind.

They drew near the grove, but then someone reached out and grabbed Pippa. Georgie fought to avoid screaming and somehow managed it.

“
My lord,” Pippa said a moment later, in that breathy, dreamy voice she’d used earlier when speaking of her Lord Colebrooke, and the same faraway look came into her eyes. That left little for Georgie to discern.

It was good to finally see the man, however. He was quite a handsome devil. She could see what all of Pippa’s fuss was about, now.

“
My dear Lady Philippa,” he responded, with an equal amount of ardor in his tone.

Good heavens, she felt like she was in the middle of the illicit tryst Harry was supposedly off to have. She cleared her throat to remind them of her presence.

“
Oh!” Pippa cried as she looked over at Georgie, her expression sheepish. “Lady Georgianna Bexley-Smythe, this is Viscount Colebrooke.”

“
My lady,” Colebrook said smoothly, inclining his head. “You are Stalbridge’s sister?”

Georgie scowled, but nodded. “Do you know my brother?”

Colebrooke started to respond, but then stopped himself and frowned. “Only by reputation.”

The whole
ton
and all of England, and quite possibly half the Continent knew of Percy by reputation, so that was hardly a surprise. Still, Georgie was unable to stop the wince. She pushed the uncomfortable thoughts of her brother and his exploits aside. Colebrooke was providing her with the perfect excuse to escape Pippa and meet Harry at the Chinese pavilion. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to take advantage of the opportunity provided to her.

“
Even through all these people, I do see someone I know. Will you excuse me?” She didn’t wait for their response, but simply left, disappearing into the crush as quickly as she could.

“
Georgie!” Pippa called out after her. She sounded sincerely concerned, but Georgie didn’t stop.

She didn’t want to keep Harry waiting, after all. He might increase his yet-to-be-determined fee, if she did.

“
I always thought you were the level-headed one of the bunch,” Cedric grumbled as he half-dragged Patience Findley back to the supper boxes.

“
I always have been.”

Her tone indicated she had no intention of remaining that way any longer. What in God’s name had gotten into these girls? No, ladies. They weren’t girls any longer, and that was the truly terrifying part of it.

He’d arrived at Vauxhall in search of Georgie, who was supposed to be with Pippa Casemore and her brothers. Yet when Cedric went to their supper box, neither Georgie nor Pippa was present. Lord Harrison Casemore, likewise, was missing, and Berkswell was at a loss as to the location of any of the three of them.

So Cedric had set off to look for Georgie, leaving Berkswell pacing in agitation in front of his box.
Pacing,
of all things! What good would that do? Did the blasted marquess not realize the danger his sister and Georgie could each be in? One would think, after the scandal of both young ladies’ names being written in the book at White’s, that one would recognize how close to ruin they each were…and therefore one might be a bit more careful with the shreds of dignity remaining of their reputations.

Yet Berkswell simply paced.

Even now, as Cedric hauled yet another of Georgie’s friends from Broadmoor Academy (one whom, he might note, also had her name in the book at White’s, as did their fourth friend, Lady Moira Kirkwood, for Christ’s sake) back to her cousin’s supper box after finding her alone on one of the dark walks with Lord Swaffham in a rather compromising position, all Berkswell could do was pace.

It was downright infuriating.

Cedric barreled up the steps to Rowan Findley’s box and planted his young cousin before him. “Findley,” he clipped off. “You’ll want to have her father arrange for the banns to be called starting tomorrow.”

Patience flushed, which only stood out all the more because of her long, black hair and pale skin. For some confounding reason, she smiled a bit sheepishly at her cousin.

Cedric didn’t realize how terse his tone was until Findley looked back and forth between him and young Patience with a question in his gaze. Not outrage, just curiosity. Good God.

“
Lord Swaffham
will be over to speak with him and arrange matters as soon as possible, I’m sure,” he rushed on, so there would be no doubts that
he
was not the future bridegroom. A shudder ran through his body at the idea. He couldn’t imagine marrying Patience, or really any of Georgie’s friends. He couldn’t imagine marrying anyone but Georgie.

At that, he nearly fell over from shock. Marry Georgie? Where had that idea come from? He couldn’t fathom it, and he couldn’t stand there any longer while he tried to sort it out…not when he still hadn’t found his quarry, and Haworth might well be out there, as well.

“
Right. Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. See you handle matters with her father, Findley.”

“
And a good evening to you, Montague.”

A good evening? Hardly. At the moment, he was praying it wouldn’t be a catastrophic evening.

Georgie was more than just a bit winded by the time Harry slowed his pace on the dark walks. Breathless with anticipation might be a more apt description.

He turned another corner, paused and looked around, and then nodded and pressed on in that direction. “Almost there. You’re certain you haven’t changed your mind?”

If she didn’t go through with this, she would spend an eternity wondering what might have happened if she had. “I haven’t changed my mind.” And she hadn’t, despite the growing flutters of eager expectancy twittering through every limb of her body.

They kept going, wending their way through the myriad twists and turns the path led them on.

When they passed beneath one of the few lanterns scattered about, he stopped again so suddenly that Georgie almost ran straight into him from behind. Without turning, Harry dropped his voice low and said, “This is your last opportunity to have second thoughts. Haworth is just around the bend.”

She really wished he would stop giving her the chance to retreat. “I’m starting to wonder if perhaps
you
aren’t the one having doubts about this.”

He turned then and flashed a roguish grin. “I never have doubts.”

Georgie straightened her spine and lifted her chin in as haughty a manner as she could muster. “Neither do I. Shall we?”

“
As you wish,” he replied with a wink, sweeping his arm towards a clearing.

Looking out over the expanse, she caught a glimpse of him. Haworth was leaning against the trunk of an oak, smoking a cheroot, its glowing end a stark contrast to the near-black night.

Georgie tried to take a step towards him, but her feet seemed to suddenly be stuck, as though weighted down by marble.

Harry chuckled beside her. “I thought you never had doubts.”

She took the time to grant him one brief scowl, and then forcefully lifted a foot, beginning her trek across the way with Harry by her side.

When they drew close enough to hear one another without shouting, Harry lifted a hand in greeting. “A good evening to you, Haworth.”

The viscount tossed his cheroot to the ground and stubbed it with the toe of his boot. “You said you were bringing someone who had business dealings with me tonight, Casemore.” His voice was gruff, and more than just slightly perturbed.