Ethan: Lord of Scandals (24 page)

“How can I face them, Ethan?” Nick plucked at the grass idly. “I am a disgrace. In their eyes, I will be a disgrace, and I can only imagine what Leah will think of this.”

Ethan found a long blade of grass and split it with his thumbnail. “Firstly, children do not uniformly approve of their parents, nor we of them. This is not in the contract, so to speak. We love each other, and that suffices. Secondly, Leah knew you were a tomcat and will not hold this against you. Thirdly, you need to know these children. They will fall to your care should anything happen to me.”

“That’s right. You did that even before Papa died, didn’t you?” Nick pounced on this realization with palpable relish as he pushed to his feet.

“I did it the day I knew Barbara had conceived,” Ethan said, accepting a hand up. “Joshua’s situation only makes it all the more imperative you make his acquaintance.”

“But, Ethan, do we have to tell him?” Nick sounded so uncertain, it nearly broke Ethan’s heart.

“Not now, Nick,” Ethan said gently as they moved off toward the house. “Soon, so it doesn’t strike them as a big, dirty secret rife with sexual connotations an adolescent blows out of all proportion. You and I are half brothers. Joshua and Jeremiah can adjust to being possible half brothers too.”

“You’re so matter-of-fact about this,” Nick said as they gained the back hallway.

“I’ve had seven years to adjust to it, and you’ve had less than a few hours.”

“True, and in all this commotion, I’ve not told you Hazlit’s latest information.”

“Which would be?” Ethan led them in through the kitchen, then to the back stairs.

“You are not a bastard,” Nick said, humor lacing his voice. “He’s confirmed your mother was still married to Colonel Markham when you were born, but the story is almost sweet.”

Ethan paused on the narrow stairs to peer down at Nick on the step behind him. “
Almost
sweet?”

“They were lifelong friends,” Nick said, “and he wanted his commission. She wanted to leave her parents’ house and was good friends with his sisters. They married, and he used her dowry to buy his commission. She went to live with his sisters, and she kept up a lively correspondence with him, though they were never intimate. Your mother was faithful to my father once she met him, though they weren’t fated to have much time together. She was married at the time of your birth, though, so technically, you are not a bastard.”

“And she couldn’t marry the earl, lest bigamy rear its head.
Almost
sweet.”

“The earl paid a great deal of money to the solicitors to keep her adultery quiet,” Nick went on as they gained the stairs. “Damned silly of him, if you ask me, but he was protective of her memory.”

Ethan shrugged. “I wish he’d protected me more and her memory less.” It felt odd to say such a thing out loud, except Nick was the one person to whom he could make such a disclosure.

“You and me both.” Nick huffed out his disgust. “We’re not sending our sons anywhere but Eton, are we?”

“And maybe not even there,” Ethan said. He tapped once on the door to the nursery and opened it, finding both boys wreathed in smiles, sitting side by side on Joshua’s bed.

***

“You need to rest.” Felicity, Marchioness of Heathgate, frowned at Alice with maternal concern. “You are pale, you have shadows under your eyes, and you aren’t using your right hand to lift even a teacup.”

Alice reminded herself that this soft-spoken, pretty redhead held the keys to the marquis’s kingdom, and to his heart as well. Formidable was a polite term for the lady’s determination when a guest’s welfare was at stake.

“I will rest.” Alice sipped her tea, an excellent hearty black that should have been fortifying. “It’s difficult when every time you move, the pain jars you awake.”

Her ladyship’s eyes filled with sympathy. “I am so thoughtless. Of course your shoulder hurts. You’re sure you don’t want some laudanum? You don’t want me to fetch Fairly?”

As if a physician or the poppy would cure what truly ailed Alice.

She set her teacup down. “I think I’ll go upstairs now, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll walk you to your room. Once Heathgate and Fairly start talking commerce, you’d think there were no other acceptable topics. Lord and Lady Greymoor will come for dinner, because it’s been an age since we’ve seen Fairly.”

“He’s a very kind man,” Alice said as they made their way up the steps.

“Too kind, sometimes,” Felicity said with a sister’s asperity, for the physician was brother to her and Lady Greymoor. “He and Letty are perfect for each other. I suspect she inveigled him into traveling with Nick, knowing that would earn us a visit with him as well.”

“You are fortunate in your family.” Even coming up with clichés was an effort.

“As are you. I’ve met your brother Benjamin, you know. Heathgate respects him, and his lordship’s respect is not easily given.”

“Benjamin would be complimented, my lady.” They neared the door to Alice’s guest room, her sanctuary, her prison. Lady Heathgate was a dear, but Alice could not stand the weight of the woman’s gaze boring into her soul with more insight than Alice’s sore heart could tolerate.

“You’ll want a tray for dinner, won’t you?” Lady Heathgate followed Alice into the bedroom. “Your shoulder is injured, but that’s not the worst of it, is it?”

Alice sat on the bed, dignity deserting her. She nodded dumbly at her hostess as the marchioness pulled draperies over the windows.

Her ladyship sat on the bed beside her guest. “Heathgate said Baron Collins was a bully and a parasite. He put Thatcher up to kidnapping Master Jeremiah because his own funds were gone, and he had unnatural relationships with any number of men, not all of them willing.”

Alice nodded, feeling tears threaten. Collins was a bully and a rapist. Had been for years.

“I would hug you, but I’d hurt your shoulder. Is there anything I can do?”

Alice shook her head, wondering if there were any way to erase the morning from her life. Except that would mean Collins still roamed the earth, free to visit his violence on any unsuspecting victim.

“I’ll leave you in peace, then.” Lady Heathgate rose and brushed a kiss across Alice’s cheek. “Whatever it is, when you’re rested and feeling better, it won’t be so bad. And if we can help, you must not hesitate to let us know. Benjamin would insist, and so do I.”

Alice nodded, staring at her lap.

There was nothing anybody could do, and the ache in her shoulder was a twinge compared to the ache in her heart. Ethan had heard of her disgrace, heard how she’d been unable to help her sister, heard she’d not brought Collins to justice when she’d had the chance.

Ethan was a brave man, the bravest she’d ever met. He’d waded into Collins’s pistol sights, orchestrated a rescue, and seen justice done. There was no way on earth a man like Ethan Grey deserved a woman in his life who’d failed miserably to keep her sister safe from the menace that had been Hart Collins.

“She asked about you,” Heathgate said, apropos of nothing. His mare walked along the bridle path beside Ethan’s golden gelding, the leaves crunching underfoot in a sound characteristic of the woods in autumn.

“And what did you tell her?” Ethan had no dignity where Alice was concerned, hadn’t had any for weeks.

“I told her a pack of lies,” Heathgate said. “You’re hiring trollops from London, becoming a drunken sot, carrying on with the tweenie.”

“That is not humorous.

“The two of you aren’t humorous.” Heathgate brought his horse to a halt. “Talk to the woman. She mopes around Willowdale like a ghost, smiling only at the children. Lady Heathgate is concerned she’s going into a decline, and she catches your Alice crying at odd moments. She doesn’t eat much, save her desserts, and she spends a prodigious amount of time in bed.”

“She’s had a blow,” Ethan said. “Seeing Collins, much less being taken by him at gunpoint, will put her off her feed.” Finding out that the man she’d taken to her bed had been intimate with Hart Collins was more than a blow.

“She isn’t a damned broodmare. At least call upon her, wish her well before she departs for London.”

Ethan sustained a blow, another blow, at that pronouncement. “She’s going to London? To live with her brother?”

“She does not confide in me, but she did speak of traveling to London tomorrow, and thanked me for my hospitality.”

Ethan nudged his horse back to a walk. “Give her my… best.”

***

Gareth Alexander, Marquis of Heathgate, held his tongue when he wanted to shout that Alice Portman was likely already carrying the consequences of being given Ethan Grey’s
best
. But then he caught sight of Grey’s sons, regarding him solemnly from the backs of their ponies.

“Did you say Miss Alice was leaving tomorrow?” Joshua spoke up, his tone oddly adult.

“I did,” Heathgate replied, feeling strangely on trial.

Jeremiah scowled, looking very like his father. “And Papa didn’t say
anything
?”

“Nothing of consequence.”

“That’s stupid.” Joshua glanced over at his brother, who nodded. “Really stupid.”

Heathgate glared down at them. “If it’s so stupid, why don’t you prodigies do something about it? God knows I’ve tried and gotten no damned where at all.”

He twirled his horse in a walk pirouette and trotted off, only a little chagrined that he’d spoken thusly to mere children.

***

“You have callers.” The marchioness’s gaze traveled over the possessions Alice had spread out on her bed, then went to the two portmanteaus already waiting beside the door.

Alice paused while folding up a green-and-blue cashmere shawl. “Callers?” The vicar and his wife, maybe? Lord and Lady Greymoor?

“They’re waiting in the family parlor, and I’ve ordered tea.”

“Thank you.” Alice ceased her packing—she still hated to pack but doubted it would ever inspire her to panic again—and took in her ladyship’s guarded expression. The marchioness wasn’t offering to chaperone in the parlor, so it couldn’t be Ethan and Nick waiting for her, and besides, Nick was in Kent with his wife where he belonged. Would Reese and Matthew have come to fetch her? Might Nick have sent for them?

Mind whirling, Alice took herself to the family parlor, glancing around for her visitors.

Joshua grinned at her bashfully. “Hullo, Miss Alice.”

“Oh, Joshua.” Alice went to her knees and held out her arms. “Jeremiah, my favorite gentlemen, it is so good to see you.” They burrowed against her, all elbows and chins and cold, fresh air. Tears sprang to Alice’s eyes as she hugged them to her, and only by force of will did she let them go. “You both look so very well.” She rose to her feet and waved a hand at the sofa. “Won’t you join me for tea, gentlemen?”

“Told you she’d cry,” Joshua muttered at his brother. “There are chocolates too. Lady Heathgate said to tell you. She’s nice.”

“She is.” Alice swiped at her eyes with her knuckles. “You boys are nice too, to come calling like this. I hope you brought a groom.”

“We told Davey where we were going, because he likes to visit his brother,” Jeremiah said, “but after we have some tea and chocolates, we’re not calling on you.”

“You’re not?” Alice set down the teapot, her governess instincts picking up on little-boy mischief in the making. “What are you about?”

“We’re kidnapping you,” Jeremiah said. “We thought about kidnapping Papa, but he’s bigger than you, and he’s already home. You’re not home.”

“I don’t have a home.” This was one of the more painful realizations she’d come to in recent days.

“Yes, you do,” Jeremiah insisted as he helped himself to three chocolates then obligingly held the box for his brother to plunder similarly. “Tydings is your home. We talked about it.”

“Who is this ‘we’?” Alice asked, thinking in some corner of her mind her charges needed to learn proper tea etiquette. Her former charges.

“Both of us,” Joshua chimed in, helping himself to more chocolate. “We love you, so you have to come home with us.”

“Davey isn’t with you, is he?” She did love them—them too.

“We told him we were going to kidnap you,” Jeremiah replied. “He probably followed us.”

“You’re going to get in such trouble,” Alice warned them. “Your father will be beside himself.”

Jeremiah paused between chocolates to spear her with a look. “He doesn’t know we’re gone. He rides with us, and he comes to the table, but he’s in his stupid library all day, and when we tickle him, he only pretends to laugh. It’s stupid.”

“Really stupid.” Joshua sighed dramatically and took yet another chocolate.

“That’s enough, Josh. Miss Alice is getting peevish.”

“Peevish.” Alice rose and wanted to be peevish, but mostly, she was touched and uncertain and worried—worried about Ethan, who needed very much to laugh when he was tickled, and worried she ought to at least say her good-byes to him in person.

She owed him that much.

“Well, then.” Alice held out her hands. “I give up. Kidnap me, gentlemen, or you’ll make that poor box of chocolates walk the plank, right?”

“Right into Davy Jones’s locker!” Joshua crowed, thumping his tummy. He eyed the chocolates, met Alice’s frown, and took one of her outstretched hands. Jeremiah took the other, and when they passed Lord Heathgate on the front stairs, his lordship arched a fine dark eyebrow.

“Going somewhere with my guest, gentlemen?”

“Nope,” Joshua said. “We’re kidnapping her.”

Heathgate nodded his approval. “That’s all right, then. Have a pleasant crime, Miss Portman.”

She managed a weak smile and let the boys tow her right out the door. Waltzer stood solid and handsome at the lady’s mounting block. Alice climbed aboard, arranging her skirts in a semblance of modesty.

“This kidnapping will take place at a dignified walk,” Alice warned her escorts.

“Alice!” The marchioness hurried down the steps to the front terrace. “Take your shawl, my dear. When the clouds cover the sun, it isn’t the least warm today.”

“You are abetting a pair of felons, you know,” Alice said, taking the shawl and wrapping it around her shoulders.

“And such handsome felons, too.” Lady Heathgate beamed a smile at each of the boys where they sat on their ponies. “Come again soon, gentlemen, and perhaps I can talk you into kidnapping Joyce.”

“No, thank you, Lady Heathgate,” Jeremiah managed. “Joshua?”

“I’m ready.” His brother waved to the marchioness. “Thanks for the chocolates!”

Her ladyship waved them cheerily on their way, while Alice felt as if she were riding to the gallows. She wanted to see Ethan again, wanted it desperately, but she did not want to see cool tolerance in his blue eyes, or worse—pity.

Still, she needed to thank him. If nothing else, she needed to thank him for bringing about the death of the man who’d destroyed her sister’s life and a fair portion of Alice’s own health and happiness. Ethan would not want her gratitude; he’d probably not want anything from her ever again.

Inevitably the little cavalcade of two ponies and the captive on her gelding made its way to Tydings. Alice caught a glimpse of Davey following at a discreet distance, and he too waved at her with great good cheer.

They were daft, the cheerful, waving lot of them.

“We’re here!” Joshua announced to the stables at large. Miller appeared and took Waltzer’s reins.

“If it isn’t Miss Alice, come back to us after all the commotion last week. Well done, lads. Down you go, Miss, and I’ll see to his nibs here.”

“You have to come,” Joshua reminded her. “You’re kidnapped now.” He grabbed her hand again, while Jeremiah was content to skip along beside them.

“Your brig can be the library,” Jeremiah decided. “It has lots of books, and you like books, right?”

“I do like books,” Alice said, feeling doom settle around her heart. She was going to see Ethan, after days of not seeing him, but it would be for the last time. Her heart was going to break, and then she honestly did not know how she’d go on, much less why she’d try to.

In no time, she was marched to the library and thrust inside by a pair of self-satisfied, giggling little boys. They banged the door shut behind her and ran off, squealing with laughter.

“I did not ring for tea.” Ethan was at his desk, shirtsleeves rolled up, one finger running down a list of figures, the other hand holding a pen. He did not look up, which gave Alice a moment to study him.

He was gaunt. The bones of his handsome face were more prominent, the lines at the corners of his eyes deeper, and there was a tension in his big frame Alice hadn’t seen since she’d first met him—fatigue, she guessed. A succession of bad nights.

“Ethan?”

He glanced up sharply and was on his feet in an instant.

“Alice?” He came around the desk, gaze fixed on her as if he were afraid she’d disappear. A large, elegant hand reached out toward her, then dropped. “May I take your shawl?”

She said nothing, merely stood there, drinking in the dear, handsome, hopelessly unavailable sight of him. Gently, he eased her shawl from her shoulders, folded it neatly, and offered it back to her.

He’d done this once before, after one of their walks, a small intimate consideration so characteristic of him it had melted her heart. She burst into tears and stood there like a complete fool, clutching her shawl to her middle.

“Don’t cry.” Ethan stepped closer. “Alice, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Alice?”

He did not want to touch her, Alice concluded miserably. He was such a gentleman, but he could not stand to touch her now, knowing what he did about her.

“Come sit.” He steered her by the shoulders to the sofa. “I’ll ring for tea, and you can tell me what has you so upset.”

“No tea,” Alice choked out. “I don’t want another blessed cup of blessed tea.”

Gingerly, Ethan sat beside her, taking one of her hands in his. “No tea then.” All it took was the touch of his hand on hers, and Alice lost any pretense of composure. She went from an inconvenient case of the sniffles to full out sobbing, clutching his hand to her with desperate strength.

“I miss you,” she managed. “Ethan, I’m sorry, but I miss you so. I ache with it. I don’t want to go.”

“Go?” Ethan edged closer. “You just got here.” Her nails were digging into his hand, gripping him for dear life. “No one will make you go anywhere.” He tucked a lock of her hair back around her ear, and it was all the invitation she needed to pitch herself hard against his chest.

“I just won’t go.” She clamped her arms around him. “It wasn’t my fault, what I saw. I tried to get help, Ethan. That’s how I got hurt, and it was too late, anyway, and he had a knife, and I was too scared to think.”

Slowly, Ethan’s arms closed around her. Alice inhaled his evergreen scent, and she felt a wave of calm envelop her. Whether he was merely being gentlemanly or not, she was in his arms again, and it felt right.

Absolutely
right
.

“Tell me,” Ethan murmured, his lips close to her ear. “Tell me what you want me to know, Alice.”

“I don’t want to tell you.” Alice gulped and accepted his handkerchief. “It’s awful.”

“It might be awful”—Ethan kissed her cheek—“but you are not awful. Tell me.”

Alice closed her eyes, tears leaking from the corners, while she tried to find words for something she hadn’t mentioned to anybody in twelve years.

“Hart Collins was engaged to my sister.” She tucked her face to Ethan’s neck and would have climbed inside him if she’d been able. “He put on the pretty for her. Then we began to hear rumors. I barely understood them, but Avis is a little older than me, and she was much more worldly, not buried in books. Hart was always getting sent down and into trouble. His papa was a baron, though, so the trouble was kept quiet. Still, Avis had second thoughts and decided to break the engagement. There was another fellow who caught her eye—a worthy fellow. The day before our papa was to call on the baron to explain Avis’s change of heart, Collins and his friends snatched her from her horse and made off with her. I was so foolish…”

“You were fourteen,” Ethan said gently. “Fourteen is still a child.”

“I should have gotten help right then,” Alice said miserably. “We were on our own property, and Papa never made us take a groom if we were riding on Blessings land. I trailed after them and rode right into a trap, with Hart’s cronies pulling me off my horse as easily as Hart had taken Avis. They’d been drinking, and when Hart dragged Avie, screaming, into a gamekeeper’s cottage, they cheered and tossed me in after.”

“Go on.”

“He cut her clothes right off her, laughing all the while,” Alice went on, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “When Avie screamed at me to get out, he noticed I was there and held the knife to her throat.”

“I’m listening.” Ethan’s hand went to her hair. “I’m right here.”

“She stopped struggling,” Alice said, voice catching. “She motioned me to leave, and I knew she was trading her virtue for mine. When he started rutting on her, I bolted. I jumped on the first horse at the hitching rail and took off at a gallop.”