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by Julie Garwood


  “You broke it,” Matthew countered. “You fix it.”

  Nathan shook his head. “I doubt she’ll believe anything I say. God, I can’t blame her.”

  Matthew shook his head. “Do you still have so little faith in our Sara?”

  That question gained a glare. “What are you saying?” Nathan asked.

  “She’s loved you for a heap of years, Nathan. I don’t believe she can stop so suddenly, no matter what dastardly thing you’ve done to her. You’ve only got to let her know you have faith in her. If you stomp on a flower, you kill it. Our Sara’s heart is like that flower, boy. You’ve hurt her, and that’s a fact. Best find a way to show her you’re caring. If you don’t, you’ll lose her for good. She asked me if she could accompany me back to Nora’s island.”

  “She isn’t leaving me.”

  “You don’t need to shout, boy. I hear you fine.” Matthew had to struggle to hide his smile. “She mentioned that you’d mind if she left.”

  “Then she realizes that I have begun to”—Nathan suddenly felt like an awkward schoolboy—“care.”

  Matthew snorted. “No, she hasn’t recognized that,” he said. “She’s thinking you want the land and the treasure. She called herself the extra baggage that went along with the king’s gift.”

  In the beginning that was all he’d been interested in, but it hadn’t taken him long to realize that Sara was far more important to him.

  And he was losing her. He had broken her heart, but God help him, he didn’t know how to fix it.

  He needed advice from an expert.

  After ordering Matthew to take charge of the Seahawk for the day he finished dressing and went into London proper. He knew Sara would be safe with Jimbo and Colin looking after her, and so he went directly to his sister’s house. He didn’t want to see Sara until he knew exactly what he would say to her.

  Jade answered the front door. “How did you find out so soon?” she asked her brother when he rushed past her.

  “I’ve got to talk to Caine,” Nathan announced. He looked inside the drawing room, saw that it was empty, and then turned back to his sister. “Where is he? Damn, he didn’t go out, did he?”

  “No, he’s in the study,” Jade answered. “Nathan, I’ve never seen you in such a state,” she added. “Are you worried about Sara? She’s all right. I just settled her in the guest chamber.”

  Nathan was halfway down the hallway before Jade had finished her explanation. He turned around then. “She’s here? How did—”

  “Colin dragged her back to us,” Jade explained. “Nathan, please lower your voice. Olivia has just gone down for her afternoon rest, and I believe that if you wake her this time, Sterns will come after you with a hatchet.”

  That statement got a quick grin from Nathan. “Sorry,” he whispered.

  He started back toward Caine’s study. Jade called out, “I’ve apologized to Sara because I shamelessly jumped to the wrong conclusion. Have you, Nathan?”

  “Jumped to the wrong conclusion?” he asked.

  She ran after him. “No,” she snapped. “I want to know if you’ve apologized for finding her guilty of betrayal, brother. I know she couldn’t have done it. She loves you, Nathan. She’s set on leaving you, too.”

  “I’m not letting her go anywhere,” Nathan bellowed.

  Caine heard his brother-in-law’s booming voice. He sat down behind his desk and pretended to be absorbed in reading the dailies.

  Nathan didn’t knock. He barged inside, then shut the door with a slam from the back of his boot. A baby’s shrill cry followed that noise.

  “I’ve got to talk to you.”

  Caine took his time folding his paper. He was trying to give Nathan a few moments to calm down. He motioned for him to sit. “Would you like some brandy?” he asked. “You look like you could use some.”

  Nathan declined the offer. He didn’t sit down either. Caine leaned back in his chair and watched his brother-in-law pace until his patience ran out. “You said you wanted to talk to me?” he prodded.

  “Yes.”

  Another good five minutes went by before Caine tried again. “Spit it out, Nathan.”

  “It’s . . . difficult.”

  “I’ve already gathered that much,” Caine returned.

  Nathan nodded, then resumed his pacing.

  “Damn it, will you sit down? I’m getting dizzy watching you.”

  Nathan suddenly stopped. He stood in front of Caine’s desk. His stance was rigid. Caine thought he looked ready to do battle.

  “I need your help.”

  Caine wouldn’t have been surprised if Nathan had lost his supper then and there. His brother-in-law’s face had turned gray, and he looked like he was in acute pain.

  “All right, Nathan,” Caine said. “I’ll help you any way I can. Tell me what you want.”

  Nathan looked incredulous. “You don’t even know what I need, yet you immediately promise to help me. Why?”

  Caine let out a long sigh. “You’ve never had to ask anyone for anything, have you, Nathan?”

  “No.”

  “It’s damned difficult for you, isn’t it?”

  Nathan shrugged. “I’ve learned not to depend on others, but I can’t seem to think straight now.”

  “You’ve also learned never to trust anyone either, haven’t you?”

  “Meaning?”

  “Sara says you expected her to betray you. Is she right?” Nathan shrugged again.

  “Look,” Caine said. “When I married your sister, you became my brother. Of course I’ll help you. It’s what family’s all about.”

  Nathan walked over to the window and stared outside. His hands were clasped behind his back. “I believe Sara might have lost some of her faith in me.”

  Caine thought that had to be the understatement of the year. “Then help her find it again,” he suggested.

  “How?”

  “Do you love her, Nathan?”

  “I care for her,” he answered. “I’ve come to realize that she isn’t my enemy. She’s my partner,” he added in a brisk tone of voice. “She has my best interests at heart, just as I have her best interests at heart.”

  Caine rolled his eyes heavenward. “Colin’s your partner, Nathan. Sara’s your wife.”

  When Nathan didn’t comment, Caine continued prodding him. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with Sara? Or is she just a nuisance you have to put up with in order to receive the king’s gift?”

  “I cannot imagine living without her,” Nathan said in a low, fervent voice.

  “Sara’s a little more than just a partner, then, isn’t she?”

  “Of course she is,” Nathan muttered. “She’s my wife, for God’s sake. Colin’s my partner.”

  The two men were silent for a moment.

  “I had no idea this . . . caring thing could be so irritating. I’ve ruined everything, Caine. I’ve destroyed Sara’s faith in me.”

  “Does she love you?”

  “Of course she loves me,” Nathan immediately answered. “Or at least she used to love me. She would tell me almost every day.” He let out a sigh, then said, “Matthew was right. All this time Sara’s given me her love without reservation. It’s like a flower, and I’ve stomped on it.”

  Caine tried not to smile. “Like a flower, Nathan? God, you have taken a fall. You’ve become . . . eloquent.”

  Nathan wasn’t paying him any attention. “She thinks of herself as extra baggage I have to put up with in order to get the land and the coins. That was true at first, but everything’s changed now.”

  “Nathan, simply tell her how you feel.”

  “Sara’s so delicate,” Nathan announced. “She deserves better than me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone else touch her. I’ve got to fix this. I’ve stomped on her . . .”

  Caine cut him off. “I know. I know. You’ve stomped on her flower.”

  “Her heart, damn it,” Nathan muttered. “Get it right, for God’s sake.”
r />   Since Nathan wasn’t looking at him, Caine felt it was safe to smile. “So what are you going to do?” he asked.

  Another five minutes passed in silence. Then Nathan straightened his shoulders. He turned around to look at Caine. “I’m going to restore her faith in me.”

  Caine didn’t think it would do him any good to remind Nathan that he’d suggested that very action not ten minutes earlier.

  “That’s a sound idea,” he said instead. “Now tell me how you plan to achieve this—”

  “I’m going to show her,” Nathan interrupted. “Hell, why didn’t I think of this before?”

  “Since I don’t know what you’re thinking, I can’t answer you.”

  “It’s so simple, an imbecile could figure it out. I’ll need your help to pull it off.”

  “I already said I’d help you.”

  “Now I need some advice, Caine. You are the expert on women,” he added in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

  That announcement was news to Caine, and he was about to ask Nathan how he had come to that conclusion, but his brother-in-law answered him before the question was asked. “Jade never would have settled. If anything, my sister is discriminating.”

  Caine started to grin, then frowned instead when Nathan casually added, “I still can’t figure it. You must have something only she can . . . appreciate.”

  Caine wasn’t given a chance to respond to that barb. “I need your help with Luther Grant,” Nathan announced.

  “For God’s sake, Nathan, will you quit jumping back and forth between issues? You just asked for advice concerning women, and now you’re—”

  “Grant’s got to talk to us,” Nathan insisted.

  Caine leaned back in his chair. “I was going after the bastard anyway, Nathan. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

  “He might be on the run,” Nathan said.

  “Don’t borrow trouble,” Caine said. “We’ll find out soon enough.”

  “He has to admit his part in this scheme before Farnmount’s ball. If Grant has taken off, that only gives us two days to find him.”

  “We’ll have his signed confession before then,” Caine promised. “But why is Farnmount’s ball your deadline, Nathan?”

  “Everyone comes back to London to attend, that’s why.”

  “You never attend.”

  “I will this year.”

  Caine nodded. “You know, Nathan, I always enjoy the affair. It’s the only ball your friendly St. James relatives attend.”

  “It’s the only ball they’re ever invited to attend,” Nathan drawled. He leaned against the window ledge and smiled at his brother-in-law.

  Caine still didn’t understand what Nathan was planning. He knew prodding wouldn’t do him any good. Nathan would tell him when he was ready. “Everyone’s afraid to go to the ball for worry that he will be your Uncle Dunnford’s next victim,” Caine remarked. He smiled when he added, “But they’re also afraid to miss the fiasco. Dunnford does provide some refreshing entertainment. He reminds me of Attila the Hun dressed in formal attire. Now that I think about it, so do you, Nathan.”

  His brother-in-law barely heard what Caine was rambling on about. His mind was centered on his plans. Another minute or two passed before he said, “The prince regent always attends the party, too.”

  A sudden gleam came into Caine’s eyes. He leaned forward in his chair. “Yes,” he agreed. “And so do all the Winchesters, now that I think about it.”

  “I’m only interested in one Winchester,” Nathan said. “Winston.”

  “Do you think that’s when he plans to spring his scandal about your father? Hell, yes, it is,” Caine continued. “What better opportunity?”

  “Can you set up a meeting with Sir Richards? I want to fill him in on the facts as soon as possible.”

  “The director of our War Section already knows about Grant. I spoke with him just this morning. He should be visiting with the bastard right about now.”

  “Unless he’s gone into hiding,” Nathan muttered.

  “He doesn’t have any reason to think we know about him. Quit worrying about Grant and tell me what you plan to do.”

  Nathan nodded. He then proceeded to explain what he wanted to do. When he finished Caine was smiling. “If luck is on our side, we should be able to set the meeting as early as tomorrow afternoon, Nathan.”

  “Yes,” his brother-in-law answered. He straightened away from the window. “Now, about Sara. Someone has to keep a close watch on her until this has been resolved. I don’t want the Winchesters to get hold of her while I’m seeing to the details. If anything happened to her, Caine, I don’t know what . . .” He didn’t go on.

  “Jimbo’s in the kitchen, eating the shelves dry. He already made it clear he’s protecting Sara. He won’t let her leave here. Jade and I will also keep a close watch. You don’t think you’ll make it back here before tonight?”

  “I’ll try,” Nathan said. “Right now I’ve got to talk to Colin. It’s only fair that my partner agree to my plan before I proceed.”

  “At the risk of sounding completely ignorant, why does Colin need to give his agreement about Grant?”

  “I’m not talking about Grant now,” Nathan explained. “I’m talking about Sara. God, Caine, pay attention.”

  Caine let out a long sigh. “I’m trying.”

  “I have one more favor to ask you.”

  “Yes?”

  “You’re always calling Jade by those ridiculous endearments.”

  “Jade likes hearing those ridiculous endearments,” he muttered.

  “Exactly my point,” Nathan said with a quick nod. “Sara will like them, too.”

  Caine looked incredulous. “You want me to call Sara by the same endearments I call my wife?”

  “Of course not,” Nathan snapped. “I want you to write them down on a piece of paper for me.”

  “Why?”

  “So I’ll know what the hell they are,” Nathan bellowed. “Damn, you’re making this difficult. Just write them down, all right? Leave the paper on the desk for me.”

  Caine didn’t dare laugh. He did smile, though. The picture of Nathan referring to notes while he tried to woo Sara was quite amusing. “Yes, I’ll leave it on the desk for you,” he said when Nathan glared at him.

  Nathan started to leave. “Are you even going to look in on Sara before you go?” Caine asked.

  Nathan shook his head. “I have to get everything ready first.”

  The worry in his voice wasn’t lost on Caine. “The love words aren’t necessary, Nathan, if you just tell her what’s in your heart.”

  His brother-in-law didn’t respond to that suggestion. Caine finally understood. “You’re afraid to confront her, aren’t you?”

  “The hell I am,” Nathan roared. “I just want it to be right.”

  Jade was just passing by the library door when she heard her husband’s laughter. She paused to listen, but the only snatch of conversation she caught didn’t make any sense to her.

  Nathan had just announced that come hell or high water, he was going to fix his flower. He just needed time to find out how.

  Now what in heaven’s name did that mean, Jade wondered.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sara spent the afternoon in the guest bedroom. She sat in a chair near the window and tried to read one of the leather-bound books Jade had brought up for her. She couldn’t concentrate on the story, though, and ended up staring down at the small flower garden behind the townhouse. All Sara could think about was Nathan and what an ignorant country mouse she’d been to love him.

  Why couldn’t he love her?

  She asked herself that painful question every ten minutes or so but never did come up with a proper answer. The future terrified her. She’d already made up her mind to break the contract so that her family couldn’t have the king’s gift; but once the scandal was made known about Nathan’s father, wouldn’t the prince regent be placed in the position of having to withhold the royal
gift from Nathan as well?

  Sara couldn’t allow that. Her father had used trickery and deceit to gain the advantage over Nathan. Sara was determined to find a way to even the odds. She didn’t want to live with a man who didn’t love her, so she decided to strike a bargain with Nathan. In return for her signature giving up all rights to the gift Nathan would let Matthew take her with him when he returned to Nora’s island.

  Lord, there was so much to consider. The unfairness of what her father had done shamed her. She decided then that her only hope was to gain the prince regent’s support. The thought of having to plead her case to him sent a shiver down her spine.

  George, the future king of England once his father died or was, as the rumors were whispering, officially declared insane, was a handsome, well-educated man. Those were, unfortunately, his only good points. Sara disliked him immensely. He was a spoiled, pleasure-seeking fop who rarely placed his country’s concerns above his own. His worst flaw, to Sara’s way of thinking, was his trait of changing his mind on any matter. Sara knew she wasn’t the only one who disliked the prince. He was extremely unpopular with the masses, and just a few months past she’d heard that the windows of his carriage had been broken by angry subjects. George was in the conveyance at the time, said to be on his way to Parliament.

  Still, she didn’t have anyone else to turn to, and so she penned a note to the prince requesting an audience the following afternoon. She sealed the envelope and was just about to go into the corridor to ask Sterns to send a messenger over to Carlton House when Caine intercepted her.

  He’d come to fetch her for dinner. Sara was most polite when she refused his invitation, insisting that she really wasn’t hungry. Caine was just as polite when he insisted that she eat something. The man wouldn’t take no for an answer. He told her so as he coaxed her along the hallway.

  Jimbo was waiting in the foyer. Sara handed him the envelope and asked him to deliver the letter for her. Caine reached over Sara’s head and plucked the letter out of the seaman’s hands before he could agree to undertake the errand.

  “I’ll have one of the servants take it over,” Caine explained. “Jimbo, escort Lady Sara into the dining room. I won’t be a minute.”

 

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