“We know very little of this Mr. Eastgate,” she pointed out in tight tones. “What if he decides to prove his skill with the ribbons and overturns them?”
Anthony’s arms tightened about her. “I spoke quite sternly to the young gentleman before they left. I assure you that he was properly terrified.”
“I trust you also warned him that Julia is a proper lady?”
“Of course, my dearest. Just as you commanded.”
There was no mistaking the amusement laced through his obedient words. With a frown Rachel turned in his arms to regard him in a dangerous manner.
“May I ask what is so amusing?”
His lips twitched as he studied her darkened eyes. “For a woman who feared that she was too unpredictable to be a good wife and mother you have proven to be remarkably predictable in your concern for Julia.”
She grimaced in a rueful manner. It was true that she had become deeply protective of Julia. She simply could not bear to think of the girl being hurt, or even disappointed.
“She is very young,” she murmured.
“She is old enough to enjoy a few light flirtations. I will see that it goes no further. At least not until she has tumbled madly in love with the proper gentleman.”
Knowing that he was once again right and that she was overreacting to a simple ride in the park, Rachel flashed him a provocative smile.
“By then we shall no doubt have another child to fret over.”
The dark eyes flared with a smoldering passion that had not dissipated over the past year.
“I certainly intend to give my full attention to making such an event a reality.”
His hands cupped her hips to pull her close and she gave a breathy laugh.
“Mr. Clarke, you are shameless.”
“Only with my beautiful wife.”
Rachel shivered in anticipation. “I suppose you wish to convince me that you have some project that desperately needs our attention in the workroom?”
Over the past year the small workroom had become their sanctuary. It was an unspoken rule that whenever Mr. and Mrs. Clarke disappeared to work on a project that they were not to be disturbed for any reason. Not even a raging fire or the arrival of Napoleon on their doorstep would induce the servants to consider tapping on the door.
“Well, the thought did cross my mind,” he breathed, his head lowering to brush his lips over hers in a tantalizing promise.
Rachel’s arms lifted to encircle his neck, but even as his lips stroked the line of her jaw there was the distant sound of the front-door knocker echoing through the house. Rachel pulled back with an expression of surprise.
“Who ever could that be?”
Anthony grimaced as he reluctantly straightened his cravat. “Someone with a most extraordinaryly poor sense of timing.”
Within moments a sour-faced butler stepped into the room, his stiff formality in direct contrast to the eccentric household.
“Lady Chance and Lady Hartshore to see Mrs. Clarke.”
A flare of pleasure shot through Rachel. She knew both her sisters would soon be traveling to their country seats so they could await the arrival of their babies. She cherished every opportunity to be with them while they remained in London.
“Show them in, Fisher.”
“At once.”
“And ask Mrs. Center to prepare tea.”
“Very good.”
With stiff movements the butler backed from the room.
Anthony heaved a rueful sigh. “I see I shall have to visit the workroom on my own.”
Rachel sent him a teasing smile. “You could stay for tea.”
“As much as I adore your sisters, three Cresswells at one time is a bit much for even my steady nerves.”
“Coward.”
“Sensible,” he argued, dropping a light kiss on her nose. “I shall no doubt be closeted away for the remainder of the afternoon. You are welcome to join me when your guests have taken their leave.”
She tilted her head to one side, as if pondering his offer. “I shall consider it. I am quite busy, of course. There was a particular bonnet I wished to purchase today, and I have yet to discuss the menu for our soiree with Cook.”
“Indeed.” He lowered his head to give her a brief, searing kiss. “Just something to help in your considerations.”
With a glance that promised all sorts of wicked delights, Anthony turned to stroll through a narrow door at the far end of the room, disappearing into the workroom that Rachel shared on a regular basis.
She smiled at the knowledge that he would be patiently awaiting her. It was a knowledge she carried deep in her heart at all times.
The sound of approaching footsteps had her turning back to the main doorway and she watched in pleasure as her sisters swept into the room.
Much had changed in the past year. Both women were already showing the fact that they would soon present their ecstatic husbands with heirs, but the change went deeper than that.
Sarah had softened and mellowed under the influence of Lord Chance, while Emma sparkled with an unmistaken happiness that could be directly attributed to Lord Hartshore.
“Sarah. Emma.” Rachel moved to give each a swift hug. “How wonderful to see you.”
“Rachel, you look as beautiful as ever,” Emma said, glancing about the empty room. “Where is Julia?”
Not surprisingly, both Sarah and Emma had become as fiercely attached to Julia as Rachel.
“Anthony allowed her to go for a drive with Mr. Eastgate,” Rachel admitted in disapproving tones. “I am not at all convinced that he did not make a grievous error in judgment.”
Sarah reached out to pat her hand, as always utterly sensible.
“I am certain she will be well. From all accounts Mr. Eastgate is a somber, wholly sensible young gentleman.”
“He had best be,” Rachel muttered.
“I do wish you would allow her to come and stay with me,” Emma said, attempting to distract her from her obvious concern. “She would no doubt enjoy Hartshore Park. And certainly she would be given a bit more freedom to enjoy herself there.”
Rachel planted her hands on her hips as she met her sister’s teasing gaze.
“You may tell me how to be a mother once your child is born.”
Emma held up a hand as she smiled gently at her fiery sibling.
“Actually I was thinking of you, Rachel. You have yet to have any time alone with your husband.”
Rachel’s expression immediately softened at the mention of Anthony It was always the same. Just the thought of him filled her with joy.
“Anthony makes sure that we have ample opportunity to be alone.”
Sarah regarded her faint hint of color with indulgent satisfaction.
“I must say that marriage agrees with you, Rachel. I have never seen you look more content.”
“I have never been happier. Anthony is quite remarkable.”
“I believe that we have all been quite fortunate in our choices,” Emma agreed.
Rachel gave a sudden laugh, remembering back to the years they had traveled from hotel to hotel, always in fear of being captured and never quite feeling as if they belonged anywhere.
They had come a considerable distance from their Gypsy ways.
“Who would have thought the daughters of the Devilish Dandy would capture the most eligible bachelors in all of England?”
“Certainly not I,” Emma admitted with a charming grimace. “I was quite content to live out my life as a paid companion. It was only Lord Hartshore’s persistence that forced me to alter my opinion.”
“Ah yes,” Sarah said in dry tones. “I do believe we can safely say that all three gentlemen are remarkably persistent.”
“You mean obnoxiously stubborn,” Rachel corrected.
“In the most charming fashion,” Emma chimed in.
The three burst into laughter as the door was pushed open and the housekeeper bustled in with a large silver tray.
“Tea, M
rs. Clarke.”
“Thank you.”
Moving to where the servant set the tray on a sofa table, Rachel settled her sisters on comfortable chairs before busying herself with filling them both with generous servings of delicate sandwiches and apple tarts. Once assured they were well fed and adequately revived with the strong China tea, Rachel sat back and regarded them with a hint of curiosity.
“Now, tell me what brings you here today.”
“Actually, I haven’t the faintest notion,” Emma retorted, her own gaze shifting toward her older sister. “Sarah arrived at my doorstep insisting we must visit you this afternoon.”
Rachel’s curiosity deepened. “Well, Sarah?”
Sarah offered them a dimpled smile as she calmly sipped her tea.
“I wished to have us together today because I received a letter from Father this morning.”
“Good heavens, where is he?” Rachel demanded, more than a little peeved he had not once visited her in the past year. Although he was always erratic and prone to coming and going without warning, he had never been gone for such a length of time.
“Italy,” Sarah retorted.
Emma gave a loud choke of surprise. “Whatever is he doing there?”
“It appears that he purchased a villa near Florence some years ago. He is now living there with his new wife.”
Emma dropped her cup onto the low table with a loud clatter. “Wife?”
Rachel, however, was far less surprised than her sister. She had suspected long ago that Violet would never run off with her father without being properly wed. And, of course, despite his scandalous habits, the Devilish Dandy would never compromise a young maiden of good breeding.
“Violet Carlfield,” she murmured with a knowing smile.
Sarah gave a slow nod of her head. “Yes.”
“Who the devil is Violet Carlfield?” Emma demanded in confusion.
“Actually, she is a friend of mine,” Rachel admitted.
Emma’s astonished emerald eyes widened in shock. “He wed a woman young enough to be his daughter?”
Rachel briefly recalled her father’s expression as he spoke of Violet. She did not doubt for a moment that he was sincerely devoted to the sweet-tempered maiden.
“Violet is young, but I believe she is well suited to make Father a good wife,” she said.
“As do I,” Sarah agreed with a distinct twinkle in her eyes. “He writes that he will be a new father by the end of August.”
There was a stunned silence at the unexpected announcement, then Emma sank back in her chair.
“Oh my.”
Rachel gave a shake of her head, then suddenly laughed in delight.
“Good heavens, I hope it is a girl. Can you imagine unloosening another Devilish Dandy upon the world?”
Sarah joined in her laughter. “Heaven forbid.”
Emma gave a disbelieving shake of her head. “I do not believe there will ever be another Devilish Dandy. He is one of a kind.”
The three sisters nodded their heads in silent agreement. Solomon Cresswell was indeed an original. The world would never see his like again.
“At least he is not alone,” Sarah said in practical tones. “With the three of us wed, he would have no doubt have been at loose odds without his role of matchmaker.”
“And we all know the dangers of having Father at loose ends,” Rachel pointed out.
“It has been quite a year,” Emma said in soft tones.
“A wonderful year,” Sarah concurred.
With a satisfied motion Emma touched the growing curve of her stomach.
“And it is bound to become even more wonderful.”
Rachel surged to her feet, feeling as if a celebration was deserved for their boundless good fortune.
“Although it is only tea, I propose a toast to the daughters of the Devilish Dandy.”
Her sisters readily rose to their feet and held out their cups so that they could tap them together.
“Here, here,” Emma echoed.
“And to the future little Cresswell in Italy,” Rachel added with a smile at the thought of her father’s, no doubt, amazement.
Taking a sip of her tea, Emma set aside her cup and wrinkled her nose in a rueful manner.
“I do hate to bring an end to our afternoon, but I promised Lord Hartshore that I would return home in ample time to rest before dinner. He has become quite overbearing when it comes to my health.”
Sarah heaved a sympathetic smile. “Yes, gentlemen seem to lose what few wits they possess when a woman is carrying their potential heir.”
Rachel briefly allowed herself to ponder her own growing suspicion she was in the same family way as her sisters. She had said nothing, not wishing to raise Anthony or Julia’s hopes. And of course she knew that Anthony would be utterly irrational once he discovered her delicate condition. He would no doubt worry himself into a nervous wreck, refusing to allow her to do anything more than sit in her bed. For the time being she intended to hug her secret to herself.
Moving forward, Rachel gave Sarah a hug. “When you write to Father you will send my love?”
“Of course,” she agreed, squeezing Rachel tightly before stepping back.
Rachel turned to give Emma a hug as well. “Take care, my dear.”
“You will remember to give some thought to Julia coming with me to Hartshore Park?” Emma demanded. “Lady Hartshore would be delighted to have a young person about, and of course she would keep me company when Lord Hartshore is seeing to the estate. I do promise to take the best of care of her.”
“I will think upon it,” Rachel replied in evasive tones, unable to contemplate her home without Julia’s bright presence.
With a minimum of fuss the two women swept from the room. At the same moment Rachel heard the unmistakable sound of Julia’s excited voice echoing through the foyer.
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. She wouldn’t have to call in the Runners after all. Mr. Eastgate was a very fortunate gentleman.
Knowing that Julia would want to go to her room and rest after her outing, Rachel smoothed the skirts of her brilliant emerald gown.
She dearly loved her sisters and Julia, but she had neglected her poor husband long enough. She intended to rectify her oversight with all possible speed.
Moving across the room, Rachel quietly opened the door and closed it behind her.
For a moment she simply watched Anthony as he connected a series of gears that were to go into his latest invention. As always he had removed his cravat and coat and his dark hair was rumpled. A tide of love washed through her. Gads, how had she ever been so fortunate as to discover this man? Heaven certainly had smiled upon her.
Reaching behind her, Rachel turned the lock on the door, smiling as Anthony’s head instantly lifted to regard her with anticipation.
Dropping his gears with satisfying swiftness, Anthony moved to stand before her.
“Have your sisters taken their leave?”
“Just now,” she assured him.
“Ah.” He slowly reached out to stroke the sensitive line of her neck. “Was there a special reason for their unexpected visit?”
“Yes, indeed. It appears I will soon have another brother or sister.”
His brows lifted in surprise. “Egads.”
“Quite shocking, is it not?”
He considered the matter for a moment before giving a wry smile.
“Considering we are speaking of the Devilish Dandy it is not so shocking as I might have feared.”
She sent him a chiding frown then, was suddenly struck by inspiration.
“You know, Anthony, we shall have to make plans to travel to Italy. Violet will want to have someone she knows at hand when the baby is born. It will also be a wonderful opportunity for Julia to see something of the world.”
Although Anthony gave a nod of his head, it was obvious his mind was not on her father, or even traveling to Italy. Instead his hands moved to begin plucking the pins from her curls un
til they tumbled about her shoulders in a riot of gold.
“Speaking of Julia, has she returned?”
“She arrived as my sisters were leaving,” she murmured as her own thoughts became increasingly distracted.
“Good.” Bending his head, he planted a series of tender kisses down the line of her jaw.
Rachel shivered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Sir, what are you doing?” she teased in uneven tones.
His hands moved to busy themselves with the ribbons that held her gown together.
“Now that you are no longer fretting over your missing chick, you are free to dwell upon your desperately lonely husband.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as his warm hands found the skin of her back.
“I thought you were busy with your project?”
“Oh, I am,” he promised in husky tones. “Indeed, I have r—reached a most delicate stage. I am in great need of your expertise.”
“As you know, I am always willing to share my expertise,” she assured him as she arched closer.
He gave a husky chuckle as he easily swept her off her feet and carried her toward the distant sofa.
“Ah, my minx, I do love you.”
“And I love you,” she said, gazing deep into the dark eyes. “Forever and ever.”
He slowly smiled, his gaze sweeping down to her parted lips.
“Now, about that project . . .”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ALEXANDRA IVY graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than on the stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage son. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com.
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