A Regency Christmas Pact Collection

by Ava Stone

  Lord Calbourne had kissed her once, a few Seasons ago. He’d been the most devilish flirt with her for weeks on end. She’d been more than just a little enamored with him until he drew her into his wispy arms and pecked at her lips like a hen. That had been more than enough to remove any silly notions she might have once had about falling head over ears in love with the man.

  The thought of Lord Preston’s arms circling around her, however… He’d picked her up and set her on her feet without even the smallest sense of effort. It was as though she hardly weighed a thing, which, considering her height, she knew to be far from the truth.

  Freddie had no doubt that if he were ever to hold her as Calbourne had done, her body would be engulfed in an entirely different set of sensations. She sincerely doubted he would peck at her lips like a hen, though she didn’t know what a kiss from a man such as Preston would feel like.

  But now…now she wanted to know, which was a dangerous thought, indeed.

  “Why are you looking at Lord Preston like that?”

  Edie’s voice had dropped low, and she was leaning very close to Freddie so no one else could overhear. Nevertheless, her question still startled Freddie so much that she nearly jumped off the settee.

  “Like what?” she whispered back, although she didn’t really need her sister to answer the question. As soon as Freddie thought about it, she realized she’d been staring across the room at his rich, auburn hair and his strong jaw line while she thought about having his arms around her. Snapping her mouth closed, lest she take to drooling or something else equally mortifying due to the direction her thoughts had taken, she turned all her focus to her youngest sister.

  Edie lifted a dubious brow and turned down the corners of her lips into a lovely pout. “You’re not fooling anyone with your feigned innocence.”

  “I’m not feigning—”

  “Don’t lie to me. I may be the youngest of us all, but I’m not stupid.” Edie’s grin turned devious. “I’d be looking at him like that too if I thought I had any hope of him looking at me in any way other than as a nuisance. He’s very handsome.”

  Handsome, yes—but he had also discovered her last night where she oughtn’t to have been. He surely had questions about her which she wasn’t all that inclined to have answered. Besides, Freddie couldn’t allow herself to get caught up in thinking about a gentleman who plainly wanted nothing to do with marriage. He’d be a fool not to be suspicious of her now, and she couldn’t delude herself into thinking that wouldn’t factor into any opinions the marquess might have about her.

  “I wouldn’t think too much about it, Edie,” she finally said, hoping to turn the conversation to another topic entirely. “I don’t believe Lord Preston is in the market for a bride.”

  “Either was Monty, not long before he and Georgie stood before the altar. And from what Mattie says, Thomas Goddard had every intention of telling her he couldn’t marry her when they first met even though the Duke of Danby and Percy had come to an agreement.”

  Freddie could only roll her eyes. Edie had the truth of it, but she couldn’t see how either situation would apply to Lord Preston and her.

  “You roll your eyes now,” Edie said with all the sarcasm Freddie would have expected from her sixteen-year-old sister, “but it won’t surprise me in the least if we have another wedding to attend before the next Season. Then I’ll be all alone while you, Mattie, and Georgie are all happily married and providing your husbands with heirs.”

  Edie stopped abruptly, her eyes wide. The real fear behind her statement seemed to shock her more than she’d anticipated. She fought back tears and dashed to the window.

  “Edie!”

  Freddie stood and started to follow her, but Lady Upton Grey and Lady Ellingham came up to her, one on each side, and guided her back to her seat. They sat beside her, and Lady Ellingham took Freddie’s hand in her own.

  Good heavens!

  “Your sister’s observations are astute for one so young,” Lady Upton Grey said, not unkindly. Her smile was warm and encouraging, but Freddie’s gut clenched as though a fist were gathered around it, squeezing. “We couldn’t help but notice how you’ve been watching Preston, just as she’s noticed.”

  “Oh, but—”

  “We’re delighted you’ve taken an interest,” Lady Ellingham interrupted. “I believe Preston has taken an interest as well, based on our conversations today.”

  The only interest Freddie could imagine Lord Preston might have taken in her was a curiosity about her adventure into the abandoned corridor. The man certainly had no desire to marry, based on her observations. Nevertheless, Freddie managed to refrain from snorting derisively. She doubted such an unladylike display would be well-received.

  “He could hardly speak of anyone or anything but you all afternoon.” With a meaningful look in her eye, Lady Upton Grey indicated her brother across the room. “He tried to put it off as a casual interest, of course, but neither of us believe him—and we know him best. It’s one of the reasons we invited you to Padmore Glen, you know: the hope that you and Preston might suit. Mary and I have been hoping to find a nice young lady for him to marry for quite some time.”

  “But I… But he’s…”

  Anything Freddie had intended to say fled from her tongue when Lord Preston pushed back from the card table, crossed the room, and took a seat in a wingback chair near them. In one hand, he held a glass of whiskey. As she expected, he glanced over his shoulder to the fireplace briefly, as he was wont to do, then returned his attention to the three of them on the settee.

  “Did you need me, Rachel?” He directed his question to Lady Upton Grey, but his gaze had settled upon Freddie.

  There was no good reason for the simple sound of his voice to cause her belly to flip, yet that was precisely what it did. She hadn’t really noticed yesterday how his deep timbre almost rumbled as it washed over her or how, when he stared so intensely at her, the hazel of his eyes looked almost golden.

  Those were not the sort of thoughts she ought to be having about him—not ever—but she felt powerless to stop them.

  “Actually, yes, I did.” Lady Upton Grey stood and gave her sister a look which could mean nothing good. “It seems Lady Edwina is in need of some companionship, and we couldn’t leave Lady Frederica here by herself. Preston, would you be a dear and entertain her for a little while? It won’t be long, I’m sure.”

  He turned an equally unsettling look upon his sisters. The left side of his upper lip jerked upwards slightly, but he said, “Whatever you require of me.”

  Lady Ellingham released her grip on Freddie’s hand and stood.

  “Oh…” Before she had wrapped her head around what they were doing, both of Lord Preston’s sisters had left her side and were making their way to Edie, leaving Freddie alone with him.

  The heat of his stare was threatening to melt her like a spring thaw. Freddie turned her attention to her two hands now folded demurely in her lap.

  “My sisters seem to think you and I would make a good match,” he said after what felt an eternity.

  Why was she breathing so heavily? She’d been seated for quite some time, so she couldn’t have exerted herself in the slightest, yet she felt as though she’d just run all the way from London to Padmore Glen.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Lord Preston lift his glass to his lips and take a long swallow.

  “I am not so certain I agree with them.”

  Her eyes shot up to meet his. “You don’t want to marry at all.”

  A single brow arched perfectly in response. “Just because I don’t want to marry you…”

  “That’s not a very gentlemanly thing to say.”

  “Skulking around in unoccupied parts of your host’s home and examining items which don’t belong to you and which you shouldn’t know exist isn’t a very ladylike thing to do.”

  He had a point, but that didn’t mean Freddie had to like it.

  She crossed her arms over her chest, the
n instantly regretted it. It had to make her look defensive. Which, of course, she was, but she didn’t want him to know that. “I didn’t get the impression that how ladylike a lady may or may not be would hold much sway in terms of whether you wished to marry her.”

  “I didn’t get the impression that you wanted me to breathe in the same space as you, when we were in the study last night.”

  “You mean when you were crushing me beneath your body?”

  Lifting a single finger to his lips in a shushing motion, Lord Preston jerked his eyes to the side.

  Bother and blast, he was rousing her temper and making her forget that they were surrounded by any number of people who absolutely could not learn about what she’d been doing.

  Swallowing a deep breath, Freddie took a surreptitious glance around her to see if anyone seemed overly interested in their conversation. Lady Ellingham was still talking with Edie by the window, and Mama had joined them. Lady Upton Grey was now in the chair which Preston had abandoned at the card table with the Dowager Countess and Lords Upton Grey and Ellingham.

  Not a single soul had turned in their direction, but that was certain to change if she wasn’t more careful.

  Once she felt calmer about the situation, she met his gaze again.

  He grinned, silken and charming and entirely too handsome.

  The cur.

  “Do you have a great interest in relics, my lady?” Preston asked, trying to keep his laughter in check. He took another sip of whiskey, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat.

  Lady Frederica sat up more fully and squared her shoulders, making herself the very image of the prim and proper governess he’d imagined in the dark last night. That only brought to the surface once more the unbidden lust he’d felt in the study last night. God’s teeth, even with the paid he’d felt from the fall, the sensation of having her long, lush body beneath his had brought out his baser instincts. It seemed anything and everything she did was capable of rousing his lust, making it impossible to stay away from her like he’d intended. Highly bothersome, that.

  “My father did,” she said evasively. “I’m keen to learn more about his interests now that he’s passed on.”

  “It’s a noble pursuit, to gird oneself with the knowledge one’s forebears acquired.”

  She arched a single, delicate eyebrow. “And dare I ask what knowledge of your forebears you’ve girded yourself with?”

  She wants to use her tongue to spar with me, does she? That thought immediately led to another, far more damning thought of other ways to spar with tongues. Preston bit down hard on his to aid in redirecting his thoughts.

  This would not do.

  “I don’t remember my parents. My sisters and Upton Grey are the only forebears I know. It is their interests I hold dear, such as...” As soon as the words left him, he wished he could take them back. He’d nearly told her all about Rachel’s past without a thought of what revealing such a thing might do. He had no intention of revealing anything of himself to her, and yet he very nearly had told her of the most intimate parts of himself, his sister.

  “Such as what?”

  He had expected curiosity, of course, but he hadn’t expected her to soften before his very eyes. Her shoulders relaxed and she sat back against the cushions a bit. It was her eyes, though, which threatened to cause him to tell her everything.

  Preston looked away.

  Damn, if he didn’t look right at the fire poker beside the hearth.

  He turned his gaze back to her, certain that a haunted expression must have made itself at home upon his countenance.

  “Such as a lady knowing how impolite and unladylike it is to ask impertinent questions of a gentleman,” he bit off.

  Lady Frederica blanched.

  What an arse he was being. She didn’t deserve such treatment, even if she had been sneaking around like a thief in the night.

  “I owe you an apology,” he finally said when she remained silent. “That wasn’t very well done of me.”

  She gently shook her head. “Not at all.”

  Preston wasn’t entirely certain what meaning she intended behind those words. Before he had an opportunity to worry that she was simply agreeing that it was poorly done, Mark joined them and took the chair alongside him.

  “Mama is bound and determined she can’t allow a gentleman to win a hand,” he said, his voice laced with a teasing tone. “I’ve had about all I can handle from her tonight. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.”

  “That you can’t bear to lose to her, or that she’s a better card player than you’ve ever dreamed of being?”

  He barked with laughter at that. “Touché. Lady Frederica, do you have much experience playing cards?”

  She inclined her head slightly. “Enough that I’m certain I wouldn’t lose to Lord Preston. I daresay the dowager might best us all, though.”

  He didn’t miss the jab at his own abilities, even though she had quickly attempted to turn their conversation in a different direction.

  “We’ll have to see about that sometime,” the earl said.

  Preston merely nodded in her direction as he took another sip of his whiskey. He had never been one to back away from a challenge, even if it was issued by a lady. It all went back to his days at Harrow with the other boys.

  Mark caught Preston’s eye and raised a brow in question before speaking. “Goddard tells me the servants have uncovered a great many other interesting items upstairs today. Old maps, framed portraits, a marble bust that’s in excellent condition, some jewelry… We should go up to look at what they’ve found. I’m sure I can spare at least some, if not all, of it for Darlingshire House.”

  Lady Frederica shifted in her seat, which drew Preston’s gaze. She could hide neither how keen her eyes had suddenly become nor her interest in the direction the conversation had gone.

  “Did your father’s interest in relics extend to maps and busts, my lady?” he drawled.

  If she’d been drinking anything, he had no doubt she would have choked upon it.

  After sparing Preston a queer look, Mark turned his attention to the lady. “Your father enjoyed relics?” he enquired.

  She blinked rapidly. “Yes—well, anything old—antique. I mean…”

  Upton Grey took pity on her—something Preston would not have done, given the circumstances. She might be far more beautiful than was good for his future, but there was also something very questionable about her.

  “And you’ve developed a similar interest?” Upton Grey smiled at her. “You should come up with us. I’m sure there are any number of unique and interesting items to examine.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose—”

  “Come. Please.” Mark stood and held out an arm for her. “It would make me happy as your host to show you something you might enjoy.”

  She reached for his arm shyly…but she still took it and stood. If Lady Frederica was going upstairs to look at Mark’s discoveries, then there was no chance Preston would be staying behind.

  He wanted to see what her interest really was.

  And he wanted to see more of her, damn it all.

  Freddie’s fingers trailed over the ruby-encrusted brooch while she marveled at how the gemstones could glimmer and glint so much, even after years of dust and grime accumulating upon them. This was a true treasure.

  One of the two men grunted, and the squeak of a table shifting across the hardwood flooring broke into her thoughts.

  “That’s even more exquisite than how Goddard described it to me.”

  “Once the dust is off it, imagine how beautiful it will be.”

  They were looking at marble busts and enormous, gilt-framed portraits on the opposite side of this abandoned library, leaving Freddie to marvel over the precious jewels near the window.

  They had brought in a few candles with them, and the moon was particularly bright tonight. The play of the lighting against the red, blue, green stones—every color of the
rainbow—made them appear to almost dance like a flickering fire.

  She couldn’t look away if she tried.

  Which, of course, she didn’t.

  In her mind, she was attempting to calculate the value of all of these stones. They each had to be worth a few hundred pounds, maybe more. And this was just what Mr. Goddard and the servants had discovered in this unused library today. Deep within its cavernous confines, there were stacks of abandoned furnishings, rugs, draperies…endless places in which more treasures might be stored.

  Heavens, but there could be thousands of pounds worth of diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and Lord only knew what else.

  Freddie felt almost faint at the thought of such a grand amount of money.

  “If you sell all of this at auction, you’ll easily have enough to see to the needs of Darlingshire House for five years or more,” Lord Upton Grey said, breaking through her fog of money-lust. “You could possibly even think about starting another house in another county, so you could help even more women in need.”

  “I couldn’t take it all, though.”

  Like the jewels?

  As soon as she’d thought it, Freddie mentally berated herself. Even if Lord Preston didn’t auction the jewels for this Darlingshire House, whatever that may be, the stones wouldn’t belong to her. She had no business even looking at them, let alone thinking about what they could do for her mother and Edie.

  “Of course you can. I didn’t even know I had it, so I couldn’t possibly need it or miss it. I’d rather it all be used for something where it can help.”

  The two men came back over to where Freddie stood, still gawking at the glittering array on the table. Her hand hovered over them, almost touching but not quite.

  “Emeralds are the best for you.”

  Freddie jerked her hand back at Lord Upton Grey’s pronouncement. “I wasn’t—”

  “You were thinking about what they would look like on you, I would imagine. I’ve never known a lady who didn’t like wearing jewels such as these.” He picked up the ear bobs she’d just been admiring and held them up to her ears. “The emeralds. They’re the perfect gem for you. Don’t you agree, Preston?”