The Season (23 page)

He lowered his voice and spoke succinctly. "You care very much for my nephew, do you not?"

She nodded
carefully
and he continued, "
Excellent.
As do I. You seem an
intelligent
girl. You would do best to stop skulking about where you do not belong. You wouldn't want Blackmoor to get hurt because of you, would you? Or those lovely friends of yours who seem never to leave your side?"

"I
—
I don't know what you mean," Alex said, her voice wavering.

"Then this conversation was unnecessary," he said with an empty smile. "A
l
l the better." He moved past her, into the study, speaking as he went, "Have a lovely time on Bond Street."

She was terrified and furious and frustrated
all
at once. Terrified that he would
follow
them and somehow hurt them, furious that he would think to threaten those she held most dear, and frustrated because she felt so helpless and unheard. She turned to leave the room, her breath coming fast and hard.

"Oh, and one more thing, my lady?"

"Yes, my lord?" She
willed
the tremor from her voice, turning back to find him thumbing through a stack of correspondence.

"I so enjoyed myself at your parents'
ball
last evening. Do let them know,
will
you?"

"Indeed, my lord."

"And be sure to
tell
them that I was particularly enamored of the orangery."

Alex fled the room with a singular focus
—
to get
Ella
and Vivi as far from Lucian Sew
ell a
s possible. And quickly.

Alex awoke with a start as the carriage turned off the main thoroughfare and onto the mile-long drive that led up to Stafford Manor. Night had
fallen
and they had been driving for the entire day. They had left Worthington House at dawn and were arriving w
ell a
fter dark. For the first part of the trip,
Ella
and Vivi had kept her company, chattering about the odd things they witnessed on the long drive to the eastern edge of Britain. After the first break, when they had stopped for tea and a change of horses, the two had curled up on the seat across from Alex and the duchess and had
fallen
asleep, leaving Alex, unable to sleep herself, to talk quietly with her mother, who had been busy preparing activities for the house party that would begin late tomorrow with the arrival of the first wave of guests.

Within a few hours, even the duchess had succumbed to the lure of laziness that comes with long hours of travel in a warm, darkened coach, and Alex had found herself alone with her thoughts
—
thoughts that haunted her as she ran the events of the past two days over and over in her mind.

Of course, at the front of her mind was the confrontation she'd had the day before with Lucian
Sewell
; she could not pretend she was not thoroughly shaken by his words. He had
all
but admitted that he was not above hurting his nephew or anyone else who stood in his way
—
even
Ella
and Vivi. Alex had not missed his threats. He meant to hurt them if she told anyone her suspicions. She wrapped the travel blanket more tightly around herself to stave off the
chill
of the memory.
Was it possible that Gavin had recounted their conversation and her eavesdropping?
She couldn't imagine his doing such a thing, but she had to consider it an option.

She had risked
Ella
and Vivi's lives by bringing them to Blackmoor House. Before, Gavin's uncle hadn't given the three of them a second thought. Now, they were squarely in his sights. That was no one's fault but her own. Alex knew that she had only one task
—
to ensure her friends' safety without revealing to them any more of her suspicions, should there be any more. The less they knew of Lucian
Sewell
's part in whatever terrifying play this was, the better for them.

Their second stop had interrupted her somber thoughts, and while the grooms and coachmen changed the team of horses again, the four women had a chance to eat a warm,
filling
dinner in preparation for the longest leg of the trip. The food, combined with the already long day, had put Alex right to sleep when she returned to the carriage and cuddled under the traveling blanket until these, the last few minutes of the journey.

Alex inhaled deeply, breathing in the crisp air. To think, just a day earlier she'd been begging her mother not to force her to travel to Essex. Now she couldn't wait to be at the country house.

She would be lying to herself if she claimed that her eagerness to arrive was merely about protecting her friends. As she looked out the window into the blackness, she was keenly aware of the fact that she was staring blindly in the direction of
Sewell hall
, the familial seat of the Blackmoor line. She knew that if Blackmoor wasn't in the
billiard
room at Stafford Manor with her brothers, unaware of her approach, he was at the
hall
, just a quarter of a mile away.

As time had passed since their confrontation in his study, she had grown less and less angry with Blackmoor. Instead, she found herself
filled
with sorrow at what their relationship
—
always comfortable and friendly
—
had lost. There had been a time when their tempers would not have flared, when hurtful words would never have been spoken, when he wouldn't have dreamed of asking her to leave his presence. That time had clearly passed, and she was devastated by that fact.

Perhaps Blackmoor had been right; perhaps the kiss had been a mistake. It had most assuredly made her life harder, because now she couldn't imagine her world without him. He'd been her fourth brother from the start, but now he was a great deal more. Yes, he was a friend, but she couldn't deny how thoroughly she was attracted to him
—
how much she ached for his approval, his affection, his love.

Love?

She started in the silence, surprised by the notion. It had always been such a laughable, ephemeral word
—
a concept she'd never understood and in which she'd never
really
been interested. It had been partner to The One ... perhaps right for Vivi but never for Alex. But now, as she considered her feelings for Blackmoor
—
feelings that could only be defined as love
—
she could almost see herself embracing both of these notions.

There was only one thing to do. She had to find him, as soon as possible, and show him that everything they had, everything they'd said, was worth their taking the significant risks that faced them. She had to convince him that what she knew about his uncle and his father was true ... that he was wrong not to believe her ... that she would never hurt him without cause. She knew it was a risk, one that almost certainly would take her down a path that led to one of two things: either the happiness of sharing her life with the boy she was coming to realize she'd been destined for since the beginning; or the misery of living without him. It was a risk she had no choice but to take.

As she shored up her courage,
telling
herself she could manage this encounter and that she could overcome her disappointment if he were to dismiss her, the carriage entered the last, long curve on the manor drive. She could see the enormous stone house rising up in the darkness, and she was comforted by the fact that it had been the seat of the Stafford
line for generations. If she were going to do such a nerve-wracking thing as confront the man she loved, there was no place in the world she'd rather do it than here.

She shook her mother awake, then reached across the seat and poked both
Ella
and Vivi, rousing them from their slumber. The three woke with the frustration of those who find sleep despite discomfort as she said, "We're here!" with a cheerfulness she didn't entirely feel.

The carriage
rolled
to a stop as Vivi yawned broadly and muttered, "Oh,
excellent
bed! How quickly can I find you?"

"I
shall
race you to it,"
Ella
grumbled, drawing a smile from the duchess.

The door to the carriage opened and Alex clambered down with the help of a footman. As Vivi and
Ella
piled out behind her, she looked up at the manor house, smiling to herself at the welcoming light that was flickering in the windows of the rooms that had been prepared for their arrival this evening.

The
yellow
light
spilled
into the night in a way that she had loved since she was a child,
filling
the darkness that was so much a part of country evenings.

Alex took a deep breath, taking in the "crisp Stafford air"
—
as her father would
call
it
—
remembering her mother's comment the day before. She did love the country. There was something about the way the stars shone ever so much more brightly here, about the way time slowed down, about the way it
smelled
on a cool May night. Everything seemed simpler here. Better.

The large oak door to the house opened, and Alex looked up to see her father, silhouetted by the bright lights of the entryway. He looked nothing like a duke
—
without an overcoat or a waistcoat, without a cravat. His shirt was tucked into his buckskin breeches, but his sleeves were
rolled
up on his bronzed arms, and Alex chuckled to think of what London's aristocracy would think to see him, one of the most powerful men in England, wandering about dressed like a "savage."

A flash of white appeared as he grinned down at the group on the drive. He
called
back into the house, "My word! It appears someone's left a group of orphans at the door!"

The four women laughed at his
silly
jest as he came bounding down the steps, taking Alex into his arms for a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead, and welcoming Vivi and
Ella
in turn. He then turned to help the duchess down from the carriage. When her feet touched the ground, she looked up at her husband and said, "Rather too old to be an orphan, I think."

Wrapping his arms around her, the duke replied lovingly, "Nonsense. You grow younger with each day," and kissed her soundly on the mouth.

Vivi and
Ella
turned away, blushing and leaving Alex shaking her head and teasing, "Your behavior
really
is too uncivilized. Shouldn't you be setting a better example for the next generation?"

"It looks like an
excellent
example to me."

The words sent a tingle up Alex's spine as she recognized the warm, friendly voice. She turned to find Blackmoor, clad as casual
l
y as her father, coming down the steps to greet them. In the darkness, she couldn't be sure, but he seemed to be looking straight at her. Her stomach turned over as she watched him approach, and she blushed deeply to think that he was discussing her parents' actions so openly.

"You could have this yourself, Gavin, if you would only take a wife!" her mother pointed out, kissing him on both cheeks in welcome.

Vivi's,
Ella
's, and Alex's jaws dropped in unison as they heard the duchess's cheeky response. There was most definitely something about the country.

They were soon inside, taking a brief late-evening meal with the entire Stafford family. The boys recounted their day hunting in traditional exaggerated fashion, and the girls played the part of remarkable audience, making appropriately appreciative noises.

"I caught a fish that weighed three stone if it weighed a pound!" Nick bragged, looking to Kit for approval.

"Indeed." Kit nodded in assent, supportively. "But mine was the real coup
—
I took down a rabbit with feet as large as my own!"

"Mmmm,"
will
agreed, taking a drink of wine. "Neither compares with the quail I bested ... it was the size of a golden eagle! Wasn't it, Blackmoor?"

Blackmoor smiled broadly, leaning back and looking from one brother to the next. "I'm not certain I want to be involved in this particular conversation," he said with a laugh.

"Oh?" Alex asked with a twinkle in her eye, knowing exactly why he wouldn't participate. "Could that be because this generation of Staffords has been having this very conversation for years, since they were old enough to go hunting?"

Blackmoor smiled at her and replied, "It could be ..."

"And perhaps because, for years, it is only after the Stafford boys have relayed their incredible feats of manhood that their father ruins their fun by
telling
the truth
—
that none of the three of them could catch a fish, a rabbit, or a bird if his very life depended on it?" the duke noted, drawing a laugh from everyone around the table.

"Alas, it seems the wildlife of this particular estate have nothing to fear from their masters," Vivi said.

"It's a good thing you're
all fairly intell
igent,"
Ella
remarked.

"And don't forget attractive," added Nick, good-humoredly.

"Oh, of co
urse!" Alex replied sarcasticall
y. "How could we forget?"

The duchess stood on a laugh and spoke to the table. "I am afraid, my dears, that I must take to my chamber. It has been a long day, and tomorrow
shall
be another. May I suggest you
all
retire early?"

And, with that, the meal was ended, the duke and duchess taking their leave,
followed
closely by Vivi and
Ella
, who were looking more tired by the minute and were eager to find
their beds. Alex silently
willed
her brothers to retire and give Blackmoor and her a moment alone together so she could say
all
the things she had decided to say during the carriage ride, but they appeared unmoved by her thoughts and did not accommodate her request. Realizing she would not have a private conversation with Blackmoor on this particular evening, she stood and announced her own intentions to find her bed. Leaving the room, she lit a candle in the
hallway
beyond and climbed the wide center stairway of the manor to the upper chambers.