by Lori Wick
her she could do. Not all of Tanner's staff was as friendly as
Stacy would have liked, and there were times when she preferred
to be out-of-doors and away from their watchful eyes.
Even though Joffrey was head of housekeeping, things
seemed to be a little more finely tuned when Price was in
attendance. Stacy couldn't help but wonder if Joffrey was
rather remiss in his duties. It didn't seem possible, since even
when in good humor Tanner was a demanding lord. But as Stacy thought about her weeks at Winslow, she realized the
staff was not lax when he was present but only with her.
The thought caused her to frown, and she sat back on her
heels. She didn't know what to do about the situation. Stacy
knew that if it came to an out-and-out battle, she would wash
her own clothes and get her own meals before she would
confront anyone. Just the thought of confrontation made her
stomach ache.
Stacy went back to her weeding, but her stomachache did
not go away. It was then that she realized the sun had dropped
low in the sky. It was dinnertime, and she was famished
Pushing herself off the ground, she moved toward the house.
Rayna was there to meet her, and Stacy, hungry as she was,
enjoyed a leisurely bath. She knew the evening was going to
drag with Tanner away, and a long soak in a tub filled with
scented salts was just what she needed
Supper was delicious, but by the time Stacy finished, she
missed Tanner so much she didn't know how she would pass
the evening. She opted for a book from the library and was
headed that way when he came in the front door. Not caring in
the least if the servants were watching, Stacy flew into his
arms.
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"I missed you," she told him as he bent so she could put
her arms around his neck, pressing her soft cheek to his. It
took Stacy a moment to realize she was not being hugged in
return. He dropped a kiss on her nose before she moved back
in order to stare up at him. She stood back and looked at her
husband, whose arms were behind his back.
"I miSsed you too," Tanner told her as he straightened, but
Stacy's mind was now on his arms.
"You're hiding something."
"Indeed I am."
Stacy tried to move around him, but Tanner simply moved
with her and kept his secret concealed. Stacy finally stood s till
again and faced him.
"Is it for me?" she asked with a smile.
"Quite possibly," Tanner answered and Stacy saw how
much he was enjoying this. She put her own hands behind her
back and simply stared at him.
"Did you stay busy today?" Tanner asked.
"Yes," Stacy said simply, but couldn't stand the .suspense
any longer. "Do I get to see what it is?"
"Are your hands clean?" Tanner asked, sounding much
like a parent. He ruined the effect, however, when his eyes lit
with suppressed laughter.
Stacy, like an obedient child, brought her hands forward
for his inspection.
"You've been digging in the dirt, haven't you?"
"Guilty as charged," she told him and joined his inspection
of her chipped nails.
Tanner gave a deep, mock sigh and brought a large box out
from behind his back
"I'm not sure this is fitting for an urchin like yourself, but
here it is."
Stacy's eyes widened in a way that Tanner loved, and he
held the bottom of the parcel while she removed the lid and
drew forth an exquisite gown.
"Oh, Tanner," Stacy breathed. "It's lovely."
"This is to replace the one you don't like."
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Stacy held the dress out in front of her and stared The
ss was a very pale pink silk with snow-white lace. The skirt
multiple gathers at the waist before falling straight to the
)r without ruffle or layer. The bodice and sleeves were
jjboth of bertha styling, and Stacy did not have another dress
j Jlke it in her wardrobe. It was the most wonderful gown she'd
i ever seen.
Gently hugging it to her, she spoke. "I'm going to save this I for something very special."
"Anything you wish," Tanner told her, feeling inordinately
pleased at her response. He really had thought about her way
too much, but she was obviously worth every reflection.
The evening turned out to be a wonderful surprise for
Stacy since Tanner was home early and wanted to eat in the
privacy of his sitting room. Stacy sat with him through the
meal, and they talked of their day apart. When Tanner finished
his meal, he dismissed the servants early and they were
left alone until morning.
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: trip the next morning. In fact, we'll take the day off. We'll
fsleep late and be very lazy all day and do anything you want."
Tanner kissed her cheek and moved toward the door,
I telling her over his shoulder that he had some work to do in
his study. Stacy lifted her coffee cup very slowly to her lips. She
simply didn't know how to tell her husband that his business
trip was going to keep him away for her birthday, October 3.
september was drawing to a close when Tanner told Stacy
he was going to have to be away for a few days. Stacy listened
in silent dismay as he told her casually that he would have to
leave on the second of October and would not return until late
on the third
"Edmond insists that we go and see some breeding stock. I
don't know why he doesn't want to part with his own brass for
such nonsense, but he assures me this is an investment I can't
pass up."
"Did you want me to come with you?" Stacy offered,
hoping her voice sounded normal.
"Thank you for offering, my sweet, but I can assure you
this trip will be dry-as-dust--strictly business. It's also going
to be rather rushed because I want to be back home as soon as
I can."
"I'll ask cook to prepare something special," Stacy said, a
sudden idea springing to mind, "and we'll dine together when
you return."
Tanner stood from his place at the breakfast table and
came toward her.
"I love the idea, sweetheart," he told her as he stood by her
place, "but I'll be very late that night. Hopefully I can slip into
bed without disturbing you, and then I can tell you all about
"He's planning a surprise party," Stacy spoke out loud,
causing Rayna to come back into the dressing room.
"Did you call me, my lady?"
"No, Rayna," Stacy told her with a smile. "I was just talking
to myself."
Rayna nodded and Stacy settled back in the tub, a huge
smile of contentment covering her face.
Two slow days had passed since Tanner had announced
his plans to be gone. He had been busy and didn't notice
anything out of the usual in his wife, but Stacy had agonized
over whether or not to tell him.
Now there was no need. It was all a ploy to throw her off
guard. Tanner was simply pretending not to be aware of her
birthday so he could come home early a
nd surprise her. Stacy
lay back in the tub until her water grew cold. All she could
think about was the wonderful man she had married
"If I didn't know better, I would think you're glad to see
me go," Tanner commented the morning he was scheduled to
leave.
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Stacy chuckled softly. "Don't be silly," she told him, straightening
his cravat. "I even offered to go with you, remember?"
Tanner studied her soft, mischievous eyes and felt fear
spiral through him. Leslie had never been sorry to see him
leave. It took years before he learned that it was because she
had never been without other men. The last one was his
brother.
"Tanner, is something wrong?"
Tanner shook his head to dispel the images that had leapt
into his mind.
"No," he forced the word as he turned toward the door.
"I'd best be on my way."
"All right," Stacy's voice was uncertain now. He hadn't
even kissed her goodbye. She followed him all the way downstairs
and out the door, finally coming to a standstill on the
porch to watch him stride away. When Tanner stopped just
short of boarding the coach and turned back to her, Stacy
spoke, her voice not able to mask her confusion.
"Take care of yourself, Tanner. Tell Edmond I said hello."
Tanner said something too softly to be heard and was back
in front of her in six strides. He pulled her almost fiercely into
his arms, Stacy was breathless when he released her, but she
managed a few more words.
"I love you, Tanner."
He didn't speak, but his gaze softened and the back of his
hand came up to stroke her cheek before he turned, strode to
the carriage, and was driven away.
Stacy didn't stand on the steps for very long. She was too
excited about her coming birthday. With her own long-legged
steps she mounted the stairs to make certain her dress was
perfectly pressed for the following night.
It was close to midnight before Tanner made his way up
the stairs on the night of the third. Price, who had not traveled
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with him this time, was in attendance, and without a word
Tanner undressed and moved soft-footedly into the bedroom
and toward the bed He was nearly on top of it before he
realized that the covers had been turned down but the bed
was empty.
With a feeling of dread, one that had hung with him since
he'd left, he walked toward Stacy's dressing room. Finding it
empty, he moved to the sitting room.
Stacy, dressed in her new gown, was seated by the fire, and
sitting very upright in a chair. As he approached, Tanner saw
that she was awake and staring at him. Upon seeing the new
dress, anger rose within him so swiftly he thought he would
explode. She had known he would not be home until late. For whom had she dressed?
"Why are you up and dressed like that?" Tanner was
amazed that in his anger his voice sounded so normal.
When Stacy answered she did not sound guilty, only
unhappy. "I thought you were giving me a surprise party."
A stunned silence followed this announcement as the
anger drained out of Tanner.
"I am giving you a surprise party," he admitted after
several heartbeats. "On your birthday, the thirtieth,"
Tanner heard her sigh.
"Whom did you ask about the date of my birthday?"
"Lucinda," Tanner answered, feeling more confused than
ever.
Stacy actually managed a small laugh. "Lucinda has never
been able to get dates straight. My grandfather's birthday is
the thirtieth, not mine."
The room was silent for a full 30 seconds.
"Anastasia," Tanner finally said, his voice deep and intense,
"are you trying to tell me that today is your birthday?"
The question was no more out of his mouth than the clock
on the mantel chimed 12 times. When it ended, Stacy answered
him.
"It was yesterday, actually. I thought you knew, Tanner, and
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that your trip was a cover for a surprise party. That's why I didn't tell you."
Tanner's relief over the fact that she'd not been with
another man was short-lived. He'd missed his wife's birthday.
In just a few strides he was before Stacy's chair, taking her
hands and pulling her into his embrace. Tanner's heart pounded
with dread as he held her tightly against him.
"You're crushing my new dress," Stacy told him, but her
concern was halfhearted.
"I'll buy you a new one--I'll buy a closet full of new.
dresses." The words came from above her as Tanner rested his
chin on her head and continued to hold her close.
"I'm all right, Tanner," Stacy told him. "I wasn't all right
before you came home, but I am now."
Tanner's eyes slid shut with pain. He hated the thought
that she must have urged Rayna to do her best, and then sat in
her room, looking beautiful and waiting for a party that never
materialized
"I'll make this up to you." Tanner now held her by the arms
and tried to study her face in the small glow of the fire.
"There is no need," Stacy assured him. "I understand, and
it wasn't your fault."
He ignored her words. "Would you like your present
now?"
"You have my present?" Stacy was indescribably pleased.
She told herself that it wasn't the day itself that mattered, but
the celebration. At the moment it suited her fine that her
birthday "party" was going to be just her and Tanner, sitting
together while she opened her gift.
"Wait here," Tanner urged, and Stacy stood still for the
minutes he was gone. It took a little time, but when he returned
he was carrying a jeweler's box and a lighted lantern.
He lit the other two on the mantel before presenting the box
to Stacy.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Stacy opened the top and gasped. Inside lay a necklace.
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There didn't seem to be any more to it than gold and diamonds,
seemingly hundreds of them.
"Oh, Tanner. It's simply breathtaking."
"I take it you like it?"
"I love it, but--"
"But what?" Tanner prompted her when she stopped and
looked at him in horror.
"What if I lose it?"
Tanner made a low sound in his throat, one of complete
disregard.
"I'll buy you another." This said he lifted the priceless
object from its bed of satin and hooked it around his wife's
neck. Stacy was trembling as she looked in the mirror that
hung over the mantel.
"Oh, Tanner." Stacy didn't seem capable of other words.
Without warning she turned and threw her arms around his
neck. She tried to thank him then, but was interrupted by a
huge yawn that she simply couldn't suppress.
"We'd better get to bed." Tanner's voice was amused
Stacy yawned again. "Would you mind if I didn't come
right now, Tanner?"
The change in him was instantaneous. "No." His voice was
cold, belyin
g the word. "What is it you need to do?"
"It's nothing," Stacy assured him quickly, startled by the
change in him and the note of intolerance in his tone. "If you'll
unbutton me, I'll get ready for bed"
It was as if a bucket of ice had been thrown on their
celebration. Tanner knew he'd caused it with the tone of his
voice, but her reluctance to join him in bed disturbed him no
end
In silence he unbuttoned Stacy. She reached for the back
of her neck and unhooked the necklace. Standing still, necklace
grasped in her hand, she watched her husband stalk from
the sitting room. By the time she gained the bedroom, Tanner
was in bed. For the first time there seemed to be a wall
between them. Tanner told her goodnight but did not touch
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"Thank you for the necklace," Stacy said from her side of
the bed.
"You're welcome," Tanner answered briefly, leaving Stacy
in the dark as to what she had done or how she was supposed
to fix it.
An hour later Stacy lay listening to Tanner's even breathing
and knew she was going to have to get up. It had all been so
innocent. If only she had told him right away that she needed
something to eat, he might not have grown angry. Stacy silently
sighed at her own lack of courage, her own inability to
stand up for herself.
With very subtle and quiet movements, she slipped from
the covers. She didn't light a lantern until she'd reached her
sitting room and then carried it out into the hall. If Tanner had
been hungry, he'd have rung for a meal, but Stacy couldn't
bring herself to wake someone just to wait on her.
She had just entered the kitchen and set the lantern down
when her husband's voice sounded behind her. He was coldly
furious.
"What are you doing down here?"
"Oh, Tanner," Stacy's hand flew to her throat. "You startled
me.
"Answer my question." He ignored her fear. "What are you
doing down here?"
"I'm sorry I woke you. I tried to go to sleep, I really did, but
I'm hungry and I thought if I ate something, I could sleep. I'll
come back up now so you won't be disturbed."
Stacy picked up the lantern, but Tanner didn't move. Stacy,
afraid of angering him more, simply held her place.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tanner was calming.
"I wanted to, but you seemed so upset. I thought I could
wait until morning,"
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"Why didn't you ring for something?"
Stacy shrugged, feeling miserably inadequate to be a
