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Miss Smyth kept smiling. “Ah. Well, I suppose it
is
a bit complicated, what with this and that. And the other.”

“Madam.” Lord Standen bit off each word. “Do not concern yourself. I am not staying.” He almost shouted at Grace. “Get your things now.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“But—” David choked down panic. He was not going to let Grace go without a fight—he
could
not let her go. Yes, she’d rejected his suit yesterday, but he’d sensed regret and sorrow in her answer. She cared for him, he knew it. He just needed to overcome her scruples, whatever they might be. He’d counted on having a few more days to persuade her. She couldn’t leave now.

Standen was white with rage. David didn’t care; he wasn’t afraid of the earl. It was Grace’s look that stopped him. Her eyes held pain and entreaty. She did not want him to say more, so, much as it went against the grain, he held his peace. Grace gave him a fleeting smile and hurried upstairs.

With her departure, the gawkers dispersed. David kept a close eye on the Addison twins. It looked as if they might approach him, but thankfully, they changed their minds and headed off toward the music room. With Grace gone, he would have to be extra cautious around those two.

Hell, if Grace left, he wouldn’t stay either. He’d head back to London as quick as may be.

“Why don’t you come into my study, Standen?” Motton said. “You may as well be comfortable while you wait.”

“I’ll be comfortable standing right here.”

“Nevertheless…” Motton stepped aside to usher Standen into the study. The earl went reluctantly. As soon as the door closed behind the man, David took the stairs two at a time. He hurried down the hall and rapped on Grace’s door. He wouldn’t be so bold normally, but desperate straits called for desperate measures—and fortunately everyone was either still asleep or already downstairs. There were no gossips in evidence.

“My lord.” Marie opened the door. “Please come in and see if ye can talk some sense into my lady.”

Grace whirled around. “Lord Dawson! What are you doing here?”

David stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He had no time for roundaboutation. “Grace, don’t leave.”

Grace’s eyes dropped from his. She stared at her portmanteau as she stuffed a handful of clothes inside it. “I have to leave. Papa is here.”

“No, you don’t. You are of age. Your father cannot order your obedience.”

She glanced up. “It is not a matter of obedience. I love my father. I do not wish to hurt him.”

“But what about me?” Desperation trumped pride. “Do you not care that you hurt me?”

She straightened, pushing her hair back off her face. “Of course I care, but you will get over it.”

Good God! Her words turned like a knife in his gut. “How can you say that? How can you dismiss what I feel out of hand?”

Grace’s eyes were strained, but dry. “How long have you known me, Lord Dawson? A few weeks?”

“Yes, but—”

“What can a person really feel—really know—about someone in such a short time? Attraction, yes. You are attracted to me. If circumstances were different, that might be enough. But circumstances are not different. There is too much history between our families for us to overcome. And Mr. Parker-Roth expects me to meet him at the altar.” She closed her portmanteau. “You will find some other girl who will suit you as well or better than I. You will get over me.”

“I won’t.” He swallowed. He finally understood how his father must have felt, faced with the threat of losing his love to another man. Society and reputations be damned. David would grab Grace right now and flee for Gretna if she were willing.

If
she were willing. But she wasn’t willing. She obviously didn’t feel for him what he felt for her.

So now he also knew how Standen had felt when Lady Harriet chose his father over him—and that pain had stayed with the man through a marriage and Grace’s childhood, year after year, even till today.

“Your father didn’t get over losing Lady Harriet.”

Grace stared at him, her mouth slightly open, as if his statement had caught her unawares. Was she going to change her mind?

No. She shook her head, a wooden, determined expression on her face.

“The situations aren’t the same,” she said. “If anyone is in my father’s position, it is John Parker-Roth. If I were mad enough to run off with you, he would be left standing alone at the front of the church, jilted as my father was.”

David had little sympathy for a man who had so failed to woo Grace he hadn’t even kissed her. “But does Parker-Roth love you, Grace? He may like you; he may find you a comfortable—a safe—option for marriage, but does he love you? Does he ache for you and dream of you? Does his heart leap when he sees you? Is he always listening for your voice, waiting for your smile?”

David clenched his teeth. He had to stop blathering on so—he was making a fool of himself. He couldn’t force Grace to love him. Love was a gift that must be given freely.

Grace bit her lip and stared at him. He thought he saw uncertainty in her eyes again. He started to open his arms to welcome her back, but she shook her head and turned away.

“My father is waiting for me, Lord Dawson, and as I’m sure you discerned, he is not a patient man. I must go.”

“Very well.” The searing pain of her rejection made it hard to breathe, but he would not fall apart—he would keep a stiff upper lip. He extended his hand. “I wish you the best, Lady Grace.”

She put her smaller hand in his. “As I wish the same for you, my lord.”

Did he feel a trembling in her fingers, see moisture in her eyes? Before he could be certain, she’d left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Marie stood, hands on hips, and looked him up and down. She made a guttural sound that spoke volumes.

“Och, my lord, and here I was thinking ye actually had something in that brain box of yers.”

Chapter 19

“David, we wanted you to be the first to hear our good news.”

David looked up from the desiccated earthworm he’d been studying. The sun was out, the flowers were in bloom, but the only thing that seemed real to him at the moment was this poor dead creature that had been stupid enough to venture out of the safe, dark earth.

Alex was grinning. Hell, Alex and Lady Oxbury were positively glowing. He’d never seen Alex so happy. If he could feel anything, he would feel delighted for them. “So I see you’ve ironed out your differences?”

“Yes. I’m getting a special license and we’ll be married as soon as possible.”

David forced himself to grip Alex’s hand. “Congratulations.” He looked at Grace’s aunt. “And best wishes, Lady Oxbury.” He tried for a touch of levity. “Or should I say good luck? You are taking on a formidable chore, ma’am. Everyone thought my uncle a confirmed bachelor.”

“Oh, I’m not worried.” She looked adoringly up at Alex, then glanced around the garden. “But where is Grace? We thought she’d be out here with you.”

Just hearing Grace’s name caused a stabbing sensation in his gut. “Didn’t you hear? Lady Grace left.”

Lady Oxbury’s eyes widened. “Grace left? When? How? Why wasn’t I told?”

David clasped his hands behind his back. “Lord Standen arrived about an hour ago. Apparently the current Lord Oxbury alerted him to the fact Lady Grace was attending a house party that included members of the nefarious Wilton family.” He meant to sound self-mocking, but he feared he merely sounded bitter. “I regret to say I believe the earl is not very pleased with you, Lady Oxbury. He seems to feel you should have prevented the situation.”

“I can’t believe it.” She looked at Alex. “Could my brother be that stupid?”

“Apparently he could.” Alex frowned at David. “And you let her go?”

“Of course I did. What did you expect me to do? I have no influence with Lady Grace.”

“No? I would have thought otherwise.” Lady Oxbury worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “My brother must have forced her.”

“No, Lady Oxbury, he did not. Your niece went willingly, I assure you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Grace wouldn’t have returned home without complaint.”

“Well, she did.” He took a calming breath. There was no point in snapping at Lady Oxbury. “She is betrothed to a neighbor.”

“Mr. Parker-Roth. Yes, I knew there was an understanding of some sort, but I also know she doesn’t love him.” Lady Oxbury shook her head. “She couldn’t be repeating my mistake, could she?”

“It sounds as if she is.” Alex turned to David. “And so you must not repeat
my
mistake.”

“What are you talking about?” David was not in the mood for riddles.

“Twenty-three years ago,” Lady Oxbury said, “I did what my brother wanted me to do. I left London and married Lord Oxbury. I let family loyalty separate me from your uncle.”

“And I should have come after you.” Alex kissed Lady Oxbury’s fingers. “Or I should have persuaded you that night in Alvord’s garden to flee to Gretna with me immediately. I should have anticipated how Standen would react.”

“Nonsense. Who could have guessed my brother would bundle me off to the country? More to the point, who could have imagined he would marry me off so quickly? One does not expect such behavior in this day and age—even the day and age of twenty-three years ago. It is positively barbaric.”

“I’m afraid your brother
is
barbaric, at least where my family is concerned, Kate.”

Lady Oxbury sighed and shook her head. “I don’t understand it. I can’t think his heart was broken when Harriet ran off with Luke—he did marry Margaret a few years afterward and they seemed to have had a comfortable enough arrangement.”

“Whatever the reason,” Alex said, “we know he is capable of rushing Lady Grace up the aisle. You can’t delay, David.”

Lady Oxbury nodded. “At least Grace has attained her majority. You don’t need her father’s consent to wed.”

David wanted to laugh, though he’d never felt so humorless. “But I do need Grace’s consent. Your niece has no interest in wedding me, Lady Oxbury. She’s content with this neighbor.”

Lady Oxbury snorted. “I don’t believe that for an instant and neither should you. Did Grace say she didn’t love you?”

“Not in so many words, perhaps.”

Lady Oxbury frowned at him. “Don’t assume you know Grace’s mind, Lord Dawson. I have observed her closely—I had to; I was her chaperone. I would say she is very much in love with you. I spent many a sleepless night worrying about it, since I knew my brother would not be pleased with the connection.”

“You need to go after her, David,” Alex said. “You can’t let one short conversation determine your life. You may not be as lucky as I.” He wrapped his arm around Lady Oxbury’s shoulders. “You might not get a second chance.”

“And a second chance is not the same as the first chance, Lord Dawson. You need an heir; you should marry Grace now, while she is most capable of giving you several children.” Lady Oxbury blushed.

Alex grinned. “We have some other good news. Kate is…well, we are anticipating an interesting event in a few months’ time.”

So he had not misunderstood—Lady Oxbury
was
breeding. It was odd to see a couple of such advanced years beaming over such a thing, but they were obviously delighted. David shook Alex’s hand again and gave Lady Oxbury a kiss on the cheek.

“Splendid! I will not only have a new aunt, but a new cousin as well.”

Alex gave him a pointed look. “Go after Lady Grace, David. Give our baby a cousin more his—or her—age.”

Lust and regret flooded him at the thought. He would love to give Grace a baby, but that would never happen. Alex and Lady Oxbury were blinded by their own love. They hadn’t seen Grace take her leave of him.

Grace was on her way to Devon to wed her neighbor and he—he was going back to London tomorrow to start the search for a wife all over again.

Zeus, what a depressing thought.

Grace stared out the carriage window at the trees and grass and shrubs. Every moment put more distance between her and—

She would not think of him.

“Thank God Oxbury wrote to tell me you’d gone off with Dawson. I never thought I’d be beholden to that horse’s arse, but there you have it.” Papa shook his head. “I should have warned you to give the Wiltons a wide berth, but it didn’t occur to me. They don’t frequent London, as a rule. I swear this must be the first time they’ve come to Town in years.”

“Yes, I think you are right.” Why did they have to come this Season? If only…

No, she was glad she’d met David. He’d made her feel so many new things. And she was certainly glad Aunt Kate had met Mr. Wilton again. Had they worked out their differences? She wished she could have stayed to find out, but surely Aunt Kate would write. Well, she’d come to the wedding…

Grace bit her lip hard. The next time she saw Aunt Kate, she’d be preparing to walk down the aisle at the village church to marry John.

She felt like a noose had dropped over her head.

“Even though you didn’t know about the Wiltons,” Papa was saying, “Katherine certainly did. I’m shocked she didn’t tell you to avoid them. It was to save her from Dawson’s uncle that I married her off to Oxbury, you know. The woman must be dicked in the nob if she thought I’d countenance any sort of contact between you and a Wilton.”

“But, Papa, I don’t understand.” Grace studied her father. He looked smaller than she remembered. Older. Had he changed so much in the short time she’d been gone—or had she changed? “Why do you dislike the Wiltons so intensely? Surely it is not merely because Lady Harriet preferred Lord Dawson’s father to you? That happened so long ago.”

Papa scowled at her. “I do not choose to speak of it. It is enough for you to know that I do dislike them.”

Grace should have felt anger, but she had no room for any emotion besides the deep, leaden sadness of leaving David. Still she was not going to let her father hide in silence.

“No, Papa, it is not enough. Your hatred of the Wiltons ruled Aunt Kate’s life and now it is ruling mine. You owe us—you owe me—an explanation.”

Papa frowned and dropped his gaze to study his hands. He said nothing for so long Grace gave up hope he would respond. She swallowed her annoyance and turned her attention back to the scenery.