The Langley Sisters Trilogy Boxed Set (57 page)

“I hope so,” Phoebe said, trying to sound excited.” Where’s Will?”
 

“Here, and just in time to ask you to dance, little sister,” he said, holding out one hand to her. “Don’t miss me too much, my love.”

“I shall try and bear up under the strain, husband.”

“Such a smart mouth my wife has,” Will added as they reached the dance floor. “A waltz; now I will be the envy of every man.” Turning her in his arms, they began to move down the room.

They danced for a while keeping their steps small as there were many guests on the floor and Phoebe took the moments to get herself under control.
 

“I saw you come back in through the same doors Finn has just walked through, and I have to say you both have identical expressions on your faces, Phoebe. Care to tell me why?”

      “I was looking for Hannah, Will. Now, while I have you to myself I was wondering if you could tell me when your next shipment of fabric will arrive.”

      He swung them around a couple of dancers and towards a free space before talking.

“Phoebe, I know that you and Finn haven’t always got on, but he is a good man, I assure you, and saved my life a time or two in India”

She wanted to ask how Finn had saved him, was eager to hear more of the man she loved, yet she did not. Her love was a foolish thing and something she needed to keep locked away, deep inside her. She, Phoebe Langley, was now the victim of unrequited love, the one kind she had always vowed never to have.

“Will it arrive within the month, perhaps, Will? It is just that Hannah wished for me to ask you as we will need more fabrics soon, especially after the interest shown in our dresses this evening.” Phoebe kept her expression carefully composed as she smiled up at her brother-in-law.

      “Alright. I will not speak of Finn if you do not wish me to, and the next shipment should arrive in three weeks.”      

Her chin was lifted by a firm hand and Will studied her intently. “However, I will add that I have known you long enough to know when something is bothering you, Phoebe. Therefore, I will just say that should you need me I will be there.”

“I know that,” Phoebe sniffed and then looked away from his knowing eyes.

“Would you like to go home now?” His words were gentle.

Phoebe nodded but said nothing further. Her throat felt thick with unshed tears as they made their way back to where Livvy stood. She hated that her emotions were in turmoil, and it was all that horrid man’s fault.
 

She watched Will whisper something to Livvy, and then much to Phoebe’s relief, they were soon saying their good-byes.
 

“Well, I think we can say that the first official outing of Madame Alexander’s’ gowns is a success,” Livvy said with a loud yawn as she leaned into her husband while the carriage carried them through the streets of London.

Phoebe nodded and then looked out the windows. She was happy for Hannah and Alex, yet could not find it in herself to smile. Tonight she had realized that she loved Viscount Levermarch and that was not something she would ever rejoice in. Tomorrow she would wake and throw herself into her new venture, but tonight she would weep into her pillows, and it would be the only time she would allow herself to do so.
 

Finn left the ball when he realized that both Phoebe and Alex had gone. During the slow carriage ride home he thought about her, how smooth her skin had felt to touch, the taste and feel of her. His body was hard with need that only she could ease. She made him feel things, so many emotions; some elated him others confused him. But one thing was for certain, Finn realized as he entered his house. He now believed her claims that she and Alex were not intimately involved. Phoebe was flirtatious yet not dishonest. He knew that just as he knew now she would never give herself to a man she cared nothing for. For Alex’s part, Finn believed he felt something for Phoebe, but he was not sure what. The sight of them together in that gallery kept niggling at him. Why were they there alone? It made no sense for them to be there unless they had a specific purpose. What purpose?
 

He sat in his study with a bottle of brandy at his elbow as he prepared to wait for his brothers. He would marry her because he could not live without her. She had lit a fire inside him that only she could extinguish. He dreamt about her, woke with her in his head and thought about her all day. Was this love? Christ, if it was he was doomed to a life of verbal assaults and constant challenges.
 

      “And I want that,” Finn whispered realizing it was true. He wanted her spirit to keep him alive, to awaken him from his controlled existence. Nights spent with her in his arms filled his future. She’d been so passionate tonight, eager for his touch. Shifting in his seat, he dragged his mind away from what had taken place in the Hathaway gallery and tried to work out how best to approach her about their future. She was a strong-willed woman, his strong-willed woman. Finn felt himself smile at the thought.
 

      He sat there until he had everything settled in his head and still his brothers had not returned, so he climbed the stairs and into bed. Tomorrow he would visit her, take her for a drive and explain how their future would be. Smiling into the darkness, Finn fell asleep feeling better than he had in weeks.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I hope your have a good reason for hauling me out of bed, Finn, when I only entered it a few hours ago?”

      Finn replaced his cup in the saucer and folded his newspaper as Alex entered the breakfast parlor. He was, as usual, immaculately dressed; however, Finn could see the signs of a night of revelry in his bloodshot eyes.
 

      “Sit, before you fall,” he said, waving him into a seat. He then poured Alex tea, which he inhaled deeply before downing half a cup.

      “God, that is good.”

      “Why were you alone in the gallery with Phoebe last night, Alex?”

      The cup was replaced loudly in the saucer, and Finn marveled it did not break, such was the force.
 

      “She is a beautiful woman, Alex, I understand how she must look to you. She is outspoken unlike many other debutantes and gathers men around her with just a look.”

      He didn’t think it was possible, but the rest of Alex’s color drained from his face.

      “You think I was…that Phoebe and I were… No! By God, Finn, no we were not!”

      Alex jumped to his feet, fists clenched, as he glared at him, and if Finn was being honest, the reaction was genuine and the relief that flooded through him nearly made him light-headed.

      “I have never thought of her that way. We are friends, nothing more.”

      “I saw you holding each other, Alex,” Finn said softly, although just saying the words made him want to breathe fire. No one would touch her again, but him.

      “Friends, Finn, we are friends and it is insulting to her and to me to suggest otherwise.”

      “Don’t raise your voice to me, Alexander,” Finn said.

      “I’ll bloody well raise my voice if you speak of her that way again. It’s bad enough that you constantly believe the worst of me, but I won’t have you doing so with Phoebe. You’ve always judged her and found her wanting. I’ve heard you saying she’s outspoken and has no manners, yet she is the kindest, most genuine woman I know.”

      “Sit down, Alex. You’re getting upset and I simply want to talk to you. Furthermore, I do not always believe the worst in you.”

      “No, I won’t sit just so you can lecture me again. ‘Invest in this, Alex,’” he mimicked Finn’s voice. ‘Don’t do this or that.’ I’m twenty bloody two, stop mothering me!”

      Finn rose slowly and braced his hand on the table.

      “Very well, tell me where you have been going every day if it is not to some gambling hell. Tell me who you have invested in? If you want to be treated like an adult, start behaving like one.”

      Alex sneered at him, which did not sit well with Finn.

      “Remove that expression, Alexander.”

      “You’ve been investigating me haven’t you, Finn? Trying to see who or what I have invested in.”

      He didn’t deny it as it was the truth; however his search had come up with nothing.

      “You tell me.”

      “I won’t, nor will I stand here another minute and let you insult Phoebe. What surprises me is that you haven’t yet had me followed, as surely that would be your next logical step.”

“I have never had you followed!” Finn thundered, feeling the leash he kept on his temper release.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What? How dare you suggest I’m lying.”

Alex’s smile held no humor. “Not a nice feeing is it.”

No it wasn’t.

“You need to open your eyes, Finn, to the fact that she is better than any one of those women you are determined to marry. She’s honest and true and it’s my belief she could save you from the man you are fast becoming.”

      He didn’t want to ask, didn’t need to know, but he heard himself say, “And what man am I becoming?”

      “Emotionless and controlling.”

      Alex slammed out of the room after these ominous words. It took Finn seconds to make his decision to follow him. His concern was that in anger, Alex may deliberately go to some gambling hell, just to get back at him.
 

      He let Alex get ahead of him and followed at a safe distance until his brother hailed a hackney. Doing the same, he gave the driver instructions to follow and then settled into the uncomfortable seats.
 

      
Emotionless and controlling.

      
He replayed Alex’s conversation in his head. There was nothing between Phoebe and his brother, he was sure of this. Alex’s reaction had only confirmed what he already knew, but where had Alex been going every day?
 

      When the cab stopped, Finn realized they were not far from Bond Street and thought perhaps Alex was going to visit a shop. Climbing down, he then paid the driver. To his knowledge, he knew of no gambling establishments around here.

      “The gentleman in that hackney went up Plimley Lane, my lord.”

      “Thank you.” Finn tipped his hat and headed in the direction the driver had indicated.

      There were a large number of carriages in the streets and Finn had to dodge around horses and drivers to make his way into the lane.
 

      “Lord Levermarch, what brings you here? Surely you are not set on visiting Madame Alexander’s also?”

      Finn bowed to the elegant lady who now stood before him.
 

“I do not believe I have heard of Madame Alexander’s, Lady Grayson.” Finn looked up the lane but could see no sign of Alex.
 

      Lord Grayson was an acquaintance of Finn’s; therefore, he had dined at his house and conversed regularly with his wife. She was one of the leading ladies in society; many tried to emulate her sense of style, which of course Finn had never understood. Just thinking of ladies’ fashions made him shudder.

      “La, I declare she makes the most wonderful gowns. She’s just arrived in London, you understand. Miss Langley, Lady Ryder and Miss Wooller all wear her creations. I simply must have one for myself.”

      Finn felt a shiver of unease traverse his spine as he looked at the face of the woman before him. Alex had walked down this lane and he, too, knew those women. And hadn’t he just vehemently defended Phoebe’s honor?
 

      
What the hell was going on?

      “And all theses carriages are here to go to Madame Alexander’s Boutique?”

      “Yes, and I simply cannot tarry any longer. Good day to you, Lord Levermarch.”

      “Good day.”

       Finn walked slowly up the lane, looking in each shop until he reached the one that had a handful of ladies mingling about outside. Tipping his hat, he smiled as some went in while others came out.

      “Such style, and the fabrics. La, I declare I have never seen such quality.”

      He listened as they chattered while he looked at the shop. There was small, blue canopy with gold stripes over the window upon which was displayed in elegant letters Madame Alexander’s. Looking at that name, he felt another shiver of unease. Finn couldn’t go in but he wanted to. His intuition was howling at him to enter but he did not. He would be mobbed by women demanding to know why he was there and then if word got out, he would be laughed out of his club. Retreating a few steps, he saw a narrow alley between the boutique and the next shop. Making sure he was unobserved, he headed down it, stopping at the end as he neared an open door and heard voices.
 

      “The Duchess of Hathaway was the first to enter so Genevieve told me and then the others followed. We have orders for gowns and day dresses, and we will need to hire several more seamstresses to fill them all!”

      “It’s started so much better than we ever believed it would be.”