Make Me Love You

by Johanna Lindsey

  Instead she had to whisper because her mother was only two feet away. “But she slapped you, too.”

  “That was so—” He had started to whisper back but shook his head and led her out onto the dance floor instead so he wouldn’t have to. “That was so her husband wouldn’t get suspicious.”

  Brooke’s eyes flared wide. “D’you like dueling so much? Shame on you.”

  “Really? When this was your idea?” he shot back.

  “Not with married women it wasn’t.”

  “You didn’t specify.”

  “Now I am. No dalliances that come with husbands who will want to kill you.”

  “Then the pickings are slim here. I see only one widow and I’ve already burned that bridge.”

  She saw whom he’d just nodded at, Priscilla Highley, looking exceptionally beautiful tonight in her emerald ball gown. So he hadn’t dallied with Priscilla that day she’d come to visit? Brooke wished she’d known that before she let her anger get her lost and drenched that day. Then again, if she’d known, she wouldn’t have found Storm. . . .

  “I miss our animals,” she said suddenly.

  “Do you?”

  “And I worry that Storm is going to think I abandoned her and return to the wilds.”

  “Then we’ll find her again.”

  What a nice thing for him to say! It didn’t quite end her bristling, but almost.

  “Are we going to stay in London after your mother is fully recovered?”

  “No.”

  Brooke decided to be a little fanciful. “D’you think we would have met here, this very night, if none of this had happened and I’d come for my promised Season?”

  “Probably not.”

  “But if we did both attend, would you have sought me out?”

  “A virginal debutante? My name isn’t Robert.”

  She tsked. “Just imagine it for a moment and tell me you wouldn’t have at least asked me for one dance.”

  “The line would have been too long.”

  She laughed. “Then I guess destiny has nothing to do with us after all, and if that’s so, something will probably prevent us from marrying on Sunday.”

  “Maybe one dance.”

  Her eyes flared. That was quite a concession, allowing that it was destiny that had brought them together—one way or another, that they were “meant to be.”

  But he spoiled the thought by adding, “But destiny isn’t always good. In our case, it could be we are destined to hate each other to the grave.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Such a pessimist you are.”

  “How can I not be when you are dooming this marriage from the start?”

  “How can you say that when I have been nothing but accommodating?”

  “Of course you are, even pointing out which bed I should sleep in. Shall I invite my mistress to the ceremony?”

  That got a blush out of her and stirred the bristles again. “If you do, I’ll invite my mother and we can all glare at each other.”

  He smiled. “Then perhaps you want to be both?”

  She almost asked both what. But she knew. “Wife and mistress? I think you’re missing the point.”

  “No. Maybe if you act like a mistress instead of a stiff dutiful wife, I will be able to tolerate you.”

  “You already tolerate me,” she gritted.

  “Do I? What makes you think so?”

  She formed a tight smile. “You haven’t wrung my neck yet.”

  He chuckled. “Give me time.” She was about to kick him for that rejoinder when he added huskily, “You might want to try it out on the way home tonight, being both wife and lover.”

  Brooke was shocked by what he was suggesting, but the thought of kissing him again and maybe doing more in the coach was incredibly exciting. But she blushed just thinking about it.

  A tall man tapped on Dominic’s shoulder to stop them. “I’m glad to see your humor is back, so this is a perfect time for me to insist on one dance with your lady. Give over, old boy. I promise not to abduct her tonight.”

  “Go away, pest,” Dominic replied.

  “Not this time.” The pest grinned. “Or do you really want all the cupids in town rejoicing and spreading the word about the greatest love of the century, et cetera, et cetera. It really will be a scandal tomorrow if you continue to monopolize her the entire night. And I’m not going away, so you might as well be gracious about it and let me save you from scandal this time.”

  Dominic tsked and led Brooke and the pest to the edge of the dance floor, telling Brooke, “Archer is a friend, though tonight I’m beginning to wonder,” and asking Archer, “Why isn’t Benton keeping you occupied tonight—elsewhere?”

  “Because he’s already hied himself back to the duke’s daughter. The poor sod must truly be in love!”

  “You’re lucky this dance is almost over, and don’t even think of not returning her to me the moment it is,” Dominic warned.

  Archer grinned again. “Absolutely!” He twirled Brooke back out onto the dance floor.

  “Was any of that true, about a scandal?” she asked her new partner.

  “Course not. You are affianced, after all, so not required to dance with anyone but him. Now if he had refused to hand you over just now when I obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer, that on-dit might have made the rounds.” Then with a nod of his head to simulate a bow, he added, “Archer Hamilton, third son, not that it matters since I got stuck with a title anyway.”

  He was grinning again. Quite an unusual fellow. Taller than Dominic, maybe even as handsome. Golden hair in the current flyaway fashion, deep emerald eyes, an outdoorsman to go by the tan that was nearly darker than his hair. She would have had a wonderful crop of young lords to choose from this year—if she’d got her Season.

  “I assume you know Dominic well to have pulled the stunt you just did?”

  “Too well. I daresay I’m his closest friend . . . well, at least he’s my closest. I am delighted to meet you, Lady Brooke. As for the rest of my credentials; boringly rich, wonderful family, delightful mistress. All I lack is—you.”

  “I beg your pardon? I could have sworn you just said you were his friend.”

  “But friendship can’t stand in the way of fate. Elope with me. I promise to love you for eternity. And Prinny can’t very well drop the ax if a third party absconds with you.”

  “So you know about the Regent’s ultimatum?”

  “Certainly. Dom is my best friend, after all.”

  She snorted. “Or you’re his worst enemy to even suggest it. But the Prince must love you. Quite a strategy that will let him steal from the coffers of both families instead of just one.”

  “You don’t think it would work?”

  “I think the Regent put you up to this.” She noticed the laughing eyes too late and rolled hers. “You’re being facetious, aren’t you? I’m not amused.”

  He sighed. “I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. Very well, what can I do to help you prod the beast? I daresay he only needs a little nudge.”

  “You’re on his side. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

  “Exactly!” Archer exclaimed. “D’you think I don’t want him to be happy?”

  “There’s no such thing in his household.”

  “But you’re going to change that, aren’t you?”

  It was a good thing the rest of that dance had been short. Music ended, she made her way back to Dominic’s side without Lord Hamilton’s assistance. She didn’t have an answer for Dominic’s friend, any more than she did for his mother.

  Dominic hadn’t rejoined her mother, was waiting alone on the sidelines for her. When she reached him, he asked, “Did Archer behave himself?”

  “He was . . . let’s say obnoxiously whimsical. Is he always like that?”

  “Only when the mood strikes him. Have you had enough dancing for one night?”

  “Indeed.”

  “Then say good-bye to your mother and we’ll go.”

  “S
he wouldn’t give me the same courtesy, so we can skip that. I doubt she would have approached me at all tonight if you didn’t force me on her. And Lady Hewitt is near the entrance. We need to at least have a word with her or your mother will surely hear about it.”

  “Worried about such a minor faux pas?”

  “Not me, but your mother might not think it so minor.”

  He glanced down at her as he led her to Lady Hewitt. “Are you really concerned for her?”

  “Don’t sound so surprised. Disturbances of any kind might slow her recovery.”

  “You didn’t exactly take that into account when I was recovering.”

  She laughed. “And where was there a choice in that?”

  That somewhat normal conversation didn’t continue after they thanked the hostess and walked to their coach a little way up the street. She was still in a much better mood and was fully aware it was because he hadn’t found a mistress tonight. But anticipation was building, too. She tried to tamp it down with the thought that he might have been teasing about kissing her on the way home. But she wanted it to happen. Dare she instigate it? No, she only had a couple more days to wait until she could be that bold.

  “Did you enjoy your first ball?” Dominic asked as soon as he sat down next to her in the coach.

  “Yes.” She sighed wistfully. “Except I thought it might be a little more romantic with a few stolen kisses.”

  He raised a brow at her. “We kissed on the dance floor.”

  “That was hardly stolen, and besides, that was just to assure the Regent and other people that we were complying with the marriage ‘suggestion.’ ”

  “Ah, I understand. You were expecting something more like this . . . ?”

  He leaned toward her until their lips met, softly, teasingly. She was still thrilled and would have said yes, except he stopped too soon. She was about to pull him back to her when she was drawn instead onto his lap.

  “Or more like this?” he said huskily.

  Yes! He was kissing her deeply now, and the passion flared so fast it was already out of control. She slipped her arm around his neck and moaned deeply in her throat when the top of her gown scraped electrifyingly over her sensitive nipples as he lowered the material. And again as his warm hand fondled her exposed breast. She wanted to feel his bare skin, too, but he wasn’t accommodating her. Because it wasn’t a long ride? That stirred up a bit of desperation in her. She didn’t want this to end! But then his hand slipped beneath her gown and slid up her leg until it reached that most sensitive of places and . . .

  “I’ll buy you as many horses as you want. You don’t need to push me to sleep with other women to get them.”

  It took a moment for her to grasp what he’d just said, but then she smiled. “So you can tolerate me now?”

  “You’re going to be my wife.”

  Such a wonderful statement. Her smile widened. But he was straightening her clothes, making her realize they were home. He helped her out of the coach and walked her to the door, but then he turned to leave!

  “Where are you going?” she asked with a frown.

  He paused. “Not where you think. Sweet dreams, Babble.”

  Her dreams were likely to be more than sweet now. They were likely to be a conclusion of what they’d been doing in that coach! She was still smiling to herself as she entered the house. Just two more days . . .

  Chapter Fifty

  BROOKE OVERSLEPT THE NEXT morning. She wasn’t even surprised after all that dancing and even drinking champagne for the first time with her mother. But she felt wonderful, as if a weight had been lifted from her. That silly bargain was over, Dominic hadn’t slept with other women, and he’d finally assured her that they would be married.

  Alfreda’s bringing in a tray of food had awakened Brooke, and when the maid saw the smile on her lips, she said, “So you enjoyed yourself last night, did you?”

  “It was a magical night.” At least the ending was! “I think Dominic and I are going to be more’n just friends now.”

  Alfreda chuckled. “See? You worried over nothing. At least I don’t need to look for that herb now.”

  Brooke laughed at the jest. “No, I definitely don’t want him rendered—incapable!”

  At the knock at the door Alfreda turned. “That will be your bathwater arriving, so come and eat. I was told to dress you for your wedding today and there’s barely two hours to spare now.”

  Brooke’s eyes flared. “You could have said that sooner! Did I sleep through one whole day?”

  “No. And, no, I don’t know why you’re getting married sooner than you thought. You’ll have to ask your wolf.”

  Brooke smiled to herself, remembering what had happened last night on the way home from the ball. That pretty much explained to her why she was getting married today. Dominic must not want to wait any longer for their wedding night either!

  The next two hours were hectic, but Brooke couldn’t have been more thrilled. She even had a wedding gown to wear, one her mother had insisted on having made for her at the same time as the rest of her new wardrobe. An elaborate white muslin with a slight train and a tucker dotted with seed pearls. The attached long cloak was bordered in puffy silk flowers.

  Harriet had expected her to be married soon after her Season, or at least engaged to be, which is why she had the gown for this wedding. Such high hopes her mother had had. She probably should have invited Harriet despite the animosity she would receive in this house. As happy as Brooke was now, she might have, if the wedding were still set for Sunday. Ah, well. Even if the Wolfes had proven gracious about it, Brooke might not have been, so it was as well that it was too late now.

  Dominic came to fetch her, looking every inch a lord of the realm despite the feral gleam in his eyes. Anticipation on his part? Imagining their wedding night—or day? The gleam was so bright he might take her straight to bed after the ceremony! But it was time to leave, or so she thought. He led her down the corridor instead to his mother’s room. But Brooke knew Anna wasn’t well enough yet to go to a church.

  Brooke slowed down, causing him to pause. “You’re finally getting cold feet? You should have said so before I sent for the priest.”

  “You sent for one? Then we’re not going to be married in a church?”

  “My mother wants to bear witness. I saw no reason not to oblige her.”

  Married at a bedside? After seeing how grand St. George’s church was on her brief tour of London, she was a bit disappointed that she wouldn’t be married there. But she hid it and merely said lightly, “If I’d known we were wedding at home, I would have worn something less fancy.”

  “Nonsense. It’s still your wedding. And you look exceptionally lovely.”

  She smiled. She was marrying this man today. Did it really matter where? And maybe he would tell her how much he wanted her if she mentioned the apparent rush?

  “Why is this happening today instead of Sunday?”

  “Because the Regent was in attendance last night and is aware that I’m no longer suffering from my wound. It’s possible he might visit today or send his man to claim we have forfeited by not marrying as soon as I was recovered. But whether he does or not, I see no reason to wait any longer. Do you?”

  She certainly didn’t, but that certainly wasn’t what she’d just hoped to hear. She shook her head, giving him another smile as he led her the rest of the way to Anna’s room. But when he opened the door and waited for her to precede him, she didn’t move another step.

  “What’s she doing here?” she whispered.

  “I sent a note this morning.”

  “Without asking me?”

  “I thought you would be pleased.”

  “I thought you wouldn’t want her in your house.”

  Sitting at bedside and even laughing at something Anna had just said was Brooke’s mother. It appeared Dominic had done exactly what she’d thought of doing herself this morning, sending off a belated note. And Anna was smiling. So Brooke had
been wrong that there would be animosity with more Whitworths present at the wedding. Both Wolfes were going to be more than gracious about it.

  Dominic leaned close to whisper, “Last chance, Babble.”

  Was he really going to keep calling her that? And he could say that with her mother there? She glanced at him and saw the amusement on his face. He’d just teased her about the worst possible subject. If he could do that, it must mean he was no longer opposed to their joining. But then an old doubt resurfaced: they were down to the last few minutes, so he had no choice.

  Thank God her father wasn’t there, too, to bear witness. Robert would have gotten thrashed at the door. Too bad he didn’t try to get in. She would have liked to see that. A splendid wedding gift for her . . . even her thoughts were babbling.

  Harriet came forward to take her hand. “I’m not going to say you look beautiful because that wouldn’t do you justice, precious. You do look magnificent in that gown, though.”

  Harriet was grinning. Teasing from both camps today? Brooke was feeling outnumbered.

  “Father wasn’t invited?” she asked as soon as Dominic continued forward to greet his mother.

  “Oh, he was,” Harriet replied. “I think he actually wanted to come, at least to meet the groom. But this trip to London undid him. He hasn’t left his bed since we got here. But speaking of bedridden, Anna told me she’s made a remarkable recovery from her illness, thanks to you.”

  Brooke raised a brow. “You were already acquainted with Anna?”

  “How could I not be when we both socialize in this town? I admit, though, that I was expecting the animosity you mentioned. I hadn’t seen her since the duels. Does she know why her son wanted to kill mine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then she’s being duplicitous, treating me as if nothing has happened?”

  “I don’t think so. She’s tasked me with making her son happy. I believe that’s more important to her now than any grudge.”

  “A wise choice, making the best of it. But is that what you want?”

  For him to be happy? Brooke had thought of it as a goal, that it would bring about peace between them. But she realized now she did want him to be happy. Oh, good grief, she was in love, wasn’t she? Caught in her own snare!