The look his mother sent him told him he was not to say a word about the dress. He decided he would just have to look forward to peeling the gown from her body…
“Sebastian.”
He started at Daniel’s loud interruption. He looked at his friend and frowned at his knowing smile.
“What the bloody hell are you shouting for?”
“I said your name three times and you didn’t respond. You were mooning over your wife.”
Sebastian didn’t miss the mocking tone in his friend’s voice.
“I was not mooning over my wife. I was keeping track of her. There is a difference.”
“So you were watching who she was talking to, making sure there wasn’t a hint of impropriety?”
Sebastian nodded, pleased that he had diverted Daniel’s attentions. Unease shifted through him, although he knew there was no sign of it on his face. He couldn’t fight the urge to watch her, to think about her. It was driving him mad. Even when he had been young and still believed in love, Sebastian had never felt the ever-driving need to confirm the current object of his affections was near. It was almost an obsession.
“So you have no problem with the Duke of Ethingham sniffing around her skirts.”
He whipped his head around and sure enough, there was Ethingham, moving in on the circle of people who surrounded Colleen. He was a known rake, garnering a reputation even worse than Sebastian’s, and he had his sights set on Colleen.
Without another word, Sebastian strode in the direction of his wife and her admirers. He never took his gaze off Colleen as he passed acquaintances who tried to gain his attention. His mother introduced Cicely, Anna and Colleen to Ethingham. Just what was his mother thinking introducing all three young women to a known rake like Ethingham? He paused briefly to kiss over Cicely and Anna’s hands and then dismissed them without another glance. Anger roiled through Sebastian when he witnessed the way Ethingham focused on Colleen, pausing to say something to which she responded with a laugh.
As he neared her side, Sebastian caught Ethingham’s glance toward Colleen’s cleavage and decided that he would have a talk with her when they returned. First subject on the list would be the necklines of her gowns.
The fine hairs on the back of Colleen’s neck bristled the moment Sebastian stepped beside her. He touched the small of her back, just a whisper of contact, but she shivered nonetheless. It was getting worse. Just having him in the same room with her sent her senses on alert, but having him close, feeling his heat, inhaling his scent was enough to make a woman lose track of conversation and look like a fool. It didn’t help that she could remember implicitly the delicious thrill that stole through her the moment he had seen her dressed for the evening.
She snuck a look from beneath her lashes at him. If she expected his attention, she would have been wrong. Instead he was looking—no glaring—in the direction of the Duke of Ethingham. Oh, this was not good. Sebastian’s usually warm blue eyes turned colder as he studied the other man. Was this the man his wife had betrayed Sebastian with? He definitely was a rake in the first order. The way he had eyed her neckline had told her enough, surely. Sebastian could not imagine the duke would be interested in her, could he? She could barely keep up with Sebastian.
When she glanced at the duke to see how he was taking it, she was surprised to see the smile curving his lips.
“Ware…or I should say Penwyth. I was just talking to your lovely bride.” The duke’s voice no longer held any warmth.
“I noticed.” Cold disdain dripped from the two words. No outright challenge, but there was enough of a threat in his tone to catch the attention of the people surrounding them.
She had to do something to diffuse the situation. “My lord, His Grace was just telling me about your days at Eton together.”
For a moment, she feared Sebastian would ignore her or say something worse. Relief surged when he responded. “Yes, Ethingham and I attended Eton together. Although, he is a bit…younger than I.”
Before the duke could respond, their hostess asked for their attention and proceeded to tell them the musicale was about to start.
“Ahh, I see we are to be seated. My lady.” Sebastian nodded to a few acquaintances as he guided them to their seats in the last row.
Once seated, she leaned close to his ear. “Sebastian, I will not have you acting that way in public again.”
Without turning his head, he said, “I apologize, Colleen, but know that Ethingham is not to be trusted. He has a deplorable reputation.”
She swallowed the laughter that bubbled in her throat. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Colleen was unable to stop a giggle from escaping. He looked down at her, his eyes narrowing.
“I am sorry, my lord, but you telling me another man has a horrible reputation is funny. I mean, I guess you would know.”
His frown deepened. “Just remember, men in the ton are after the notoriety of whom they can seduce.”
Her heart melted a bit at his warning. He was so attractive when he was serious. Misguided though he was, he was only trying to protect her. She patted his arm.
“No worries, my lord. I doubt he was interested in me that way. I have a feeling that the duke is more interested in beauty than brains.”
He shifted in his chair and returned his attention to the stage, mumbling something under his breath.
“What?”
He leaned over, not looking at her again and said, “You are damned beautiful, and you know it.”
Her breath caught, her blood pounding in her ears. The backs of her eyes burned. No one had ever told her she was beautiful, other than her parents. But Sebastian had said it as if it was an accepted fact. She knew she felt pretty tonight. The clothes, the jewels, the hairstyle… She felt transformed. But, in her heart she hadn’t believed she truly looked much different.
From the instant they had arrived, Sebastian had focused on her. Despite the flirtation of more than one widow, he had attended her and avoided any other women. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so special before. She studied his profile as he watched the musicians settle in their seats. Handsome, arrogant, difficult, seductive. And he thought her beautiful.
At that precise moment, Colleen stopped running and slipped headfirst into love.
* * *
Douglas, Duke of Ethingham, continued to watch Penwyth and his new bride. He stood at the back of the room, not wanting to seat himself and get stuck at the end of the show. There was a certain widow he was planning on visiting later that evening. Matchmaking mamas were probably already planning how to corner him.
When he first approached the group, he’d thought to gain an introduction, do the pretty and then slip out the door. It was expected of him. As he neared the gathering, Lady Anna’s voice had risen in excitement about some frippery she’d seen. He glanced at the mousy cousin, noting she avoided any type of eye contact with him. The moment his attention turned to Lady Colleen, something had nudged at his memory. There was something instantly familiar about her, although he knew they had never met.
“You are setting your standards too high, my friend.”
He glanced to his left and saw that Bridgerton had joined him. Deceptively affable, the earl was Penwyth’s constant companion, at least during the season.
As the musicians began a piece from Bach, he turned his attention back to the earl and his countess.
“Why would you say that?”
“I have a feeling that this is a love match.”
Douglas had to agree. If it wasn’t, from the smile the countess was bestowing upon Penwyth, the marriage was well on its way. He’d approached out of curiosity, knowing—as much of London did—that Sebastian claimed he would never marry again. After the man’s first marriage, Douglas could see why. When he’d seen the spectacles, he’d been amused, but when he’d drawn closer, he’d been more than interested. He’d been charmed.
But when he looked down at her laughing up at him, he
was struck by something familiar, something that slid down his spine, chilling him to the bone. He couldn’t figure out what, but he would.
Bridgerton shifted next to him, and Douglas glanced at him. “Don’t worry, old man. I have no designs on the countess.”
The older man studied him for a moment, then nodded and casually walked away. Douglas returned his attention to the couple. Where had he seen her before, and why did he get the strange sensation that he knew her?
Chapter Fourteen
Colleen grimaced when she saw Prudence sitting on the chair in front of the fire in the parlor room. She’d avoided the woman for two weeks, since her debut into the ton. Although they shared a carriage to the events, Prudence showed her and everyone else that she wanted nothing to do with the new Lady Penwyth. Colleen was relieved Prudence had kept her distance. Not only did she think the woman a snob, but she was mean to her daughter. Constantly snapping at the young woman, Prudence was good at tearing down Cicely’s self-confidence. Years of being criticized by her mother probably left Cicely with none. Each time she harped on the way Cicely dressed or the way she was always reading novels or attending history lectures, Colleen could see Cicely flinch. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there, and it made Colleen’s heart ache.
Before she could turn around and sneak away, Prudence noticed her. Knowing there was no graceful way out of it, she entered, smiling at the frowning woman.
“I see that you are keeping yourself busy while your husband dallies all over town.” The note of pity in the woman’s voice angered Colleen. Since they had arrived, they had seen James exactly three times. Anna had whispered that James had a horrible reputation and kept a mistress.
“He is at Tattersall’s today, looking for a new mare for me.”
The woman pursed her lips, appearing as if she had sucked on a lemon. She stood, and not for the first time Colleen noticed how tiny the woman was. Her age did not show on her face, but the ugliness of her personality did.
Prudence approached her with small, mincing steps. When she finally stood in front of Colleen, she tilted her head up and somehow still found a way to look down her nose at Colleen. Cold and piercing, her eyes sent a wave of uneasiness shifting through Colleen.
“They have stories for their wives.”
With that comment, she swept out of the room and hopefully out of Colleen’s company for some time to come.
* * *
A cool breeze whipped through the trees lining Curzon Street as Sebastian walked to his club. He could have taken his phaeton or gotten the coach out, but there were moments when a man needed time to think. For the past six weeks, his home had been overrun with matrons, all begging attendance with his wife. He scowled, ignoring the startled look from a couple of maids he passed. The dandies hadn’t wasted any time either. They claimed to be there for his sister and Cicely, but they paid more attention to his wife.
His frown deepened as he stopped at the corner and allowed a few carriages to go by.
“Married less than two months and you already wear the face of a man run from his home.”
Sebastian looked back over his shoulder at his friend. “If you had been there, you would have agreed.”
Daniel smiled. “I just stopped by and was told you were heading this way on foot.”
Sebastian studied a passing hack. “You saw what I was running from. You wouldn’t have been able to take it, either. It would be so much better to just retire to the country.”
Daniel chuckled. “I am sure you think so, and your wife might have thought so at one time, but that was before she took the ton by storm. Hell, even Lady Jersey likes her.”
Silently, Sebastian agreed. While he hadn’t wanted her to fail, he hadn’t wanted her to be quite so…successful. Within days of their first appearance they’d been descended upon, and her appointment book had filled with meetings and outings. The only time he had her undivided attention was at night. Memories of the night before and this morning had him shifting his feet to ease the tightness in his trousers. And that unnerved him as nothing else did. He seemed to have lost all control of his reaction to her. Found himself wanting to spend more time with her, talking to her, just…being with her. He desired her, there was no doubt, but he also just wanted her attention.
He noticed the traffic had cleared and started across the street, Daniel by his side.
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought I would save you this afternoon. But I guess you saved yourself.” Daniel paused then said, “Have you heard anything else from that runner?”
“Yes, we talked yesterday, but every lead has resulted in a dead end. James has airtight alibis for all three incidents. And maybe, just maybe, it was all a coincidence.”
A flash of movement to his right caught his eye, and Sebastian realized that a carriage was heading toward them at breakneck speed. At first, every muscle, every thought froze. He pulled himself out of that state and pushed Daniel, who went flying forward to the ground, Sebastian jumping after him. He missed landing on Daniel by a few inches.
“Jesus, Sebastian. What the bloody hell was that?” Daniel said, struggling to sit up.
Sebastian’s heart was lodged somewhere between his chest and throat. He swallowed and sat up slowly, knowing the fall would leave some heavy bruising. Looking down the street, he watched the departing carriage clatter around the corner. The buzz of conversation from onlookers swelled. “I think the theory that the incidents were a coincidence was just proven incorrect.”
He glanced at Daniel and noticed the flush of anger on his cheeks. “Do you mean—?”
“I think we should summon Jenkins.” Sebastian stood and offered his hand to help Daniel up.
As they surveyed their injuries, they discovered other than a few bruises here and there, they’d both escaped serious damage. The excitement over, the crowd began to thin.
“Thank goodness it is just a block back to your home.”
Sebastian knew that showing up in this condition and then having a runner arrive at the house would tip off whoever was after him. Colleen would also know something was going on. The woman would decipher the root of the problem in no time. Soon she would ask questions he did not yet have answers to. She was too clever.
It chilled him to the bone to think of Colleen discovering what was going on. She might be somewhat helpful with that keen mind of hers, but knowing her, she would do something foolish. She might put herself in the path of trouble. Or…she might leave him. She hadn’t wanted to marry him in the first place. With a killer on the loose, she might just abandon him. His chest tightened.
“We need to go to your home.”
Daniel’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Why? Yours is closer.”
“But it would raise suspicion, would it not?”
“If you are referring to the person who is attempting to kill all the Earls of Penwyth, I would say they will soon know you aren’t dead,” Daniel said dryly.
“Yes, but they would know I suspected something if a runner shows up at the house. We need to be discreet about this.”
Comprehension lit Daniel’s eyes and he nodded. “Right you are. Off to Bridgerton house then.”
He turned to walk, and Sebastian stayed him with a hand to the forearm. “I don’t know about you, old man, but I think we should hire a hack. My bones still ache from the fall, and a jaunt to your house probably won’t help.”
Sebastian didn’t want to admit the other reason. At this point, he wanted off the streets. He didn’t know where the next attack would come from, and his brains were too scrambled to pay attention.
* * *
Colleen sighed as she looked out the window onto Curzon Street. It was midafternoon, and the ton were just beginning their house appointments, sharing tea, flirting. But today, the dreary grey skies, coupled with the north wind blowing through, had kept the crowds on the streets thin.
She knew she should be downstairs, awaiting the bevy of admirers and
matrons, but she didn’t have the strength at the moment. She’d awakened with a sour stomach and in an empty bed. Sebastian, she was told, decided to head out early this morning. Frowning, she left the window and walked to her vanity. A knock sounded at the door. “Come in.”
Sally walked in and curtsied. Colleen fought the urge to look behind her and see what peer was in the room. She was still not accustomed to her new position.
“Begging your pardon, my lady, but Lady Victoria would like to know if you will be joining them in the drawing room soon.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to yell “No!” and then run in the other direction. Knowing that would look a bit odd to the young woman standing in front of her, Colleen decided maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
“Tell Lady Victoria that I will be down in a few moments.”
Sally nodded and scurried out the door, closing it behind her. After checking her image in the mirror, Colleen shook off her melancholy and resolved to do her duty as the countess.
As she walked down the hall, she tried to push away the sense of unease that had held her in a stranglehold the last few days. At times, she felt as if someone was watching her, following her every movement. It could be all of the events she was required to attend. Sometimes, every now and then, she fought the urge to run away and hide. From everything. The people, the balls, the theater, it was almost too much. And then there was Sebastian. She hadn’t been quite right for the last few weeks, knowing she was in love with a man who would probably never return her affection.
A flush of heat warmed her face as she remembered the night before. Sebastian had been very…demanding since their marriage, so she thought he might hold some kind of affection for her. But that affection stopped short of being love. It shamed her that she would take that, accept physical pleasure to be close to him.
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