Romancing The Rogue (The Rogue Chronicles Book 1)

by Lana Williams

  “Humph. That sounds suspiciously like what you said after being discovered with the earl in the garden,” Margaret said.

  “It wasn’t like that.” But Caroline’s protest sounded weak even to her.

  “I believe you said that as well.” Margaret’s comment made Caroline wonder if her sister had taken notes on the conversation.

  “What was it like?” Annabelle asked. “I can’t imagine sitting on a man’s lap. Does that mean you’ve kissed him?”

  “Annabelle, what sort of questions are those?” Caroline shook her head, annoyed at how many times her cheeks had heated because of this incident.

  “I’m curious. Who else would I ask?” Annabelle shrugged. “Certainly not Mother. And such things are not in any of the books I’ve read.”

  “You’ll have to discover it when the time comes.” Caroline wanted to steer her ship back on course, at least as much as she could, given the current state of affairs. “Now then, how are your projects progressing?” She lifted her chin, daring her sisters to protest her changing the subject.

  Annabelle sighed, clearly not pleased with the lack of answers from Caroline. “The editor of the news sheet has advised that interest in my weekly installments has increased significantly.” Pink rose in her cheeks, making Caroline wonder at the cause. “A publisher has approached him and suggested the chapters should be gathered into a book and offered for sale.”

  Caroline gasped as she rose to hug her sister. “Why did you not say something sooner? That is fantastic news.”

  Annabelle grinned. “I’m very pleased, though I would be happier if he’d offered more money, but I’ll continue to receive money from the news sheet as well.”

  “Even more amazing is that people are at last recognizing your talent.” Caroline continued to be astounded at her sister’s imagination. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “We’ve been telling you for a long time how brilliant you are,” Margaret said as she hugged her as well. “I’m pleased even more people will have the chance to see your work.”

  “Thank you both for sharing my excitement. I told Mother earlier. Her enthusiasm wasn’t at quite the same level as yours.”

  “But you know she’s proud of you,” Caroline insisted. She had no doubt of it.

  “Yes, but she didn’t seem inclined to jump up and down with me like you both are.”

  Margaret giggled. “What else are sisters for?”

  Caroline resumed her seat as Annabelle shared more details. Though the advance she’d been offered was small, it would ease the next month or two. At this point, every shilling mattered.

  “Will you review the contract with me?” Annabelle asked.

  “Of course. I’d be honored.” Caroline couldn’t help the twinge of regret for having sold the sheep painting that had graced her father’s library. He’d been fond of it, but they were running out of things to sell. She’d had Barkley replace it with another, hoping her father wouldn’t notice.

  “I have news as well,” Margaret said, her gaze riveted to the tablecloth where her finger traced a pattern only she could see.

  “Do share.”

  “I’ve been requested to design three gowns for Lady Cavendish.”

  “Truly?” Caroline waited, uncertain whether to be pleased. As a marchioness, the lady was quite influential and well known for her fashion sense.

  Caroline hoped her sister had managed to keep her identity a secret despite this opportunity. While she was proud of Margaret’s abilities, most would frown upon the idea of a lady serving as a seamstress.

  “All because she is impressed with our gowns and wanted to know who designed them. Her maid spoke to another servant who knows our maid, Lizzie. So truly, the thanks go to her. She managed to arrange it all without revealing my identity. Can you imagine?”

  “How clever of her.” Lizzie, like Barkley, had been helpful in more ways than she’d ever expected. Caroline wished she could repay their kindness with something more than gratitude.

  “I’m to sketch several designs and once Lady Cavendish approves them, payment will be provided. I won’t be sewing the gowns so I have no need to meet the lady. Again, it’s not much, but—”

  “Everything helps.” Caroline didn’t want to belittle her efforts.

  Once the money was received, she’d be able to pay on their account with the doctor. While it would be a good gesture, she held doubt the doctor would pay a visit until she paid more. He had a family to feed and clothe as well.

  “You’re both so talented, and I couldn’t be more proud. Well done, dears,” Caroline said.

  As her sisters continued speaking, her emotions slowly sank. While thrilled for their success, she felt even worse for her lack of a contribution. In fact, rather than helping, her efforts might’ve caused more damage.

  Creating problems had been the furthest thing from her mind last evening when she’d slid onto Richard’s lap. She’d been trying to help but look where her effort had gotten her.

  From this moment forward, she had to put her family first and stop this attraction she felt for Richard.

  But how?

  ~*~

  Richard returned home from his surveillance outside the Cock and Bull Tavern near Old Bailey, a foul mood threatening. He wore an old jacket, trousers, and a top hat pulled low over his brow in an attempt to keep his identity a secret.

  The fog had yet to lift though midday had passed. The depressing weather matched his mood.

  Waiting was part of his duties, but it wasn’t easy. Impatience often burned inside him on days like this, when he felt his time wasted. Taking action was easier than waiting and watching.

  He waited and watched anyway. The only thing that saved the day was recounting the events of the previous evening. While frustrated at not being able to examine the contents of that locked drawer in Stafford’s library, the rest of the evening had been...interesting.

  While initially annoyed at Caroline’s arrival, he couldn’t believe how she’d shoved him into the chair then climbed onto his lap. He hadn’t been able to think and had no desire to move. Then had come that heated kiss.

  His worry over Stafford’s arrival had fallen away when her lips pressed against his. Perhaps it had been her fear in the moment, but the power in her kiss had sent him reeling. She’d tipped him sideways in that moment, and he didn’t think he’d be the same again.

  When he’d woke this morning, her kiss had been the first thing he’d thought of, leaving his body throbbing.

  Her behavior confused him, one moment fearful, the next bold. But with each day that passed, he became less convinced she was a spy.

  Though he needed proof before he could determine the truth, he was no longer certain he could view that proof with objectivity. Caroline intrigued him on so many levels he couldn’t explain.

  Involved in his thoughts, he gave a distracted nod to his butler who opened the door as Richard reached the top step.

  “Your brother is waiting to see you, my lord.”

  “Oh?” Richard frowned. Daniel rarely visited him, certainly not twice in one week unless something was amiss.

  Richard pulled off his gloves and tossed them along with his hat on the table in the foyer before heading directly to the library.

  “Actually, my lord, he’s awaiting you in the drawing room.”

  That aroused Richard’s suspicions all the more. He entered the room to find Daniel enjoying a cup of coffee.

  “Ah, there you are.” Daniel set aside his cup and stood, his smile reassuring Richard nothing serious had occurred.

  “Daniel. What’s happened?”

  “I came to ask that of you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Why are you dressed like that?” Daniel’s head tilted to the side as he studied Richard’s appearance from head to toe. “I’d be happy to lend you some money if you’re in such dire need.”

  “Why are you here?” Richard asked, deliberately ignoring Dan
iel’s offer. Some days the ruse of being poor was annoying.

  “I heard the oddest rumor last night as I was leaving the Stafford ball.”

  Richard nearly groaned. Had Stafford shared how he’d found he and Caroline in his library?

  “Something about you and Miss Gold being in Staffords’ library in a compromising situation?” His brother’s grin told of his amusement.

  Richard didn’t find it entertaining in the least. Damn and blast Stafford for not keeping his mouth shut. “I don’t know to what you’re referring.”

  “I’m sure. I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else. Plus it gave me an excuse to enjoy more of your coffee. Perhaps if you and Miss Gold set a date for the wedding, it will calm the gossip floating about.”

  Richard should’ve known better than to assume Stafford would honor his word. Now he and Caroline had been “caught” in a compromising situation not once but twice. No wonder people were talking.

  Society was annoying. With everything happening in the world, surely people could find another topic of conversation rather than he and his betrothed sharing a kiss. Why couldn’t they worry about Bonaparte’s activities or the weather?

  “I thought her sister, Miss Annabelle, was delightful. Does she have another? I’d love to meet her.”

  Richard only shook his head when his brother grinned.

  “I like her, by the way.” Daniel’s comment pleased him more than it should’ve.

  “I’m glad.” He turned to study his brother more closely, interested in hearing more of his impression of her. “Any specific reason?”

  Daniel appeared surprised at his question. “The list of her attributes would be a long one. She’s beautiful, intelligent, possesses a fine sense of humor. But more importantly, she has eyes only for you, despite the circumstances that forced your betrothal.”

  Richard could only stare at his brother. Of the qualities he’d expected his brother to mention, that last observation had not been among them. “What do you mean?”

  “Even after I took my leave of you, I watched the two of you together. There’s an attraction between you that cannot be denied.”

  Richard glanced out the window as that very attraction filled him once again, but it wasn’t merely physical.

  “And after you stepped away, she visited with the other ladies around her but continued to watch you, as though she couldn’t help herself.”

  Ha. That very curiosity had gotten them both in trouble last night.

  “What especially drew my notice was her expression as her gaze followed you,” Daniel continued. “Not as if she were watching jealously in case you spoke with someone of whom she wouldn’t approve. But more of a longing.” Daniel shrugged. “No doubt I’m wrong, as she couldn’t possibly be longing for you when she already has you, so to speak.”

  Was it true? Did she long for something more than he’d given her thus far? Then again, he’d given her nothing. A few kisses along with his word. But with the knowledge that if there were any way to call off the betrothal he would. The plan had been for her benefit. Or so he’d told himself.

  Odd how little the idea appealed to him now compared to a few days ago. Where did that leave him?

  Chapter Nine

  Richard delayed the visit until late afternoon, giving himself time to consider every angle. He wanted to make certain emotions weren’t ruling his actions. The last time he’d allowed that to occur, Maria had betrayed him, Dumont had been killed, and Richard injured. He couldn’t permit such a thing to happen again.

  Yet even thoughts of that terrible night hadn’t changed his mind about his current intention.

  After Daniel’s visit yesterday, he’d realized the time had come to make wedding plans. The gossip might be quieted if they set a date at the very least.

  The idea of Caroline being harmed in any way because she’d attempted to protect him was inconceivable. He’d already hurt her by practically accosting her on the terrace at the Southby ball. Another blow to her reputation was unacceptable.

  The situation might not be completely his fault, but he intended to make it right. Merely proposing hadn’t been enough. The new gossip required additional action.

  This was definitely the right thing to do. He just hadn’t expected to be this anxious about it. Setting a date and making a few plans seemed a monumental step, taking the idea of a wedding to reality.

  Surely his visit wouldn’t come as a surprise to Caroline. Not only was he looking forward to seeing her again, he welcomed the chance to see her family as well, especially her father. Richard had requested additional details about Sir Reginald from an associate at Whitehall who had excellent connections in the shipyards. Hopefully a report would be forthcoming to give him further insight into the family’s situation.

  He couldn’t help but smile as he climbed the steps of their home. Some of Daniel’s comments regarding Caroline might have been questionable—especially her longing for him—but her beauty and intelligence couldn’t be denied. That much Daniel had gotten right.

  Richard waited in the drawing room while Barkley checked to see if Caroline was receiving. This room matched the foyer and the library with its slightly faded décor, only two paintings displayed on the walls, and just a few knick-knacks.

  Several minutes passed before the butler returned. “Sir Reginald would like a few minutes of your time in the library, my lord.”

  Richard entered the room to find Caroline’s father behind his desk. The older man started to rise, but Richard waved him back. “Good afternoon, Sir Reginald. Please do not rise on my account.”

  “Aberland. Good to see you again.” The man smiled. “I was wondering when you were going to do the honorable thing to save my Caroline’s reputation.”

  Richard hesitated, uncertain to what he referred. “Sir, I’ve come today to speak with Caroline about setting a date for the wedding. You might remember I proposed on my last visit.”

  He frowned. “Oh? It must’ve slipped my mind.” He shook his head. “So many things do these days.”

  “The busier we are, the more things slide through our grasp.” Richard could tell the man searched his memory. What a terrible feeling to both forget things and be aware of it happening. “We have yet to decide when to hold the ceremony. I would appreciate hearing your opinion on a date.”

  “A date? Yes, that would be good.” He tapped a finger on the desk as though considering the question carefully. “A date. Yes.”

  Richard had to wonder if he knew what the date was, but Richard couldn’t think of a way to mention it without insulting him. “Perhaps in four weeks? Would that be acceptable?”

  Sir Reginald’s gaze shifted to the wall just over Richard’s shoulder. Richard couldn’t help but turn to see what he looked at. A seascape painting hung there.

  It looked out of place, but he couldn’t think why. At last, he remembered that a fine painting of sheep grazing in a meadow had been there on his last visit.

  “I believe I prefer the sheep,” Richard offered since the man continued to stare at it.

  “As do I. Why did someone change it?” He stood to ring the bell, his upset obvious—a mix of anger and concern.

  When the butler arrived, Sir Reginald was still standing, his gaze riveted on the painting.

  “Barkley, where is the sheep painting? That was painted on my country estate. Those were my sheep. They provided wool for our soldiers’ uniforms, you know.”

  “I believe Miss Gold might have that information. Allow me to fetch her, sir.”

  “Now then,” the older man said as he took his seat. “Are you going to make things right with my Caroline?”

  Richard realized just how difficult the family’s situation was. Sir Reginald was obviously declining mentally.

  ~*~

  Caroline hadn’t been expecting Richard. When Barclay advised her of his arrival, she’d taken a few minutes to change her gown. Now she realized she shouldn’t have delayed.

  “He
asked about the sheep painting?” Barclay nodded. “Oh, dear.”

  Richard and her father visiting was alarming enough. Knowing her father was distraught about the painting made things so much worse. When upset, his behavior became especially volatile.

  “I’m terribly sorry.” Barclay might appear calm, but she could see the concern in his eyes. “I thought perhaps he’d take the explanation of the painting better from you than me.”

  “It’s not your fault, Barclay,” Caroline reassured him as they hurried down the stairs toward the library. “Mother spoke to him about it already. Obviously, he’s forgotten.”

  Richard probably knew the truth by now—that her father’s mental fortitude had failed significantly. Somehow, she knew she could count on Richard to hold his silence. He was a man of honor—so different than Stafford. She would never forgive the viscount for revealing their secret.

  Though she’d vowed to put her family first, that didn’t mean she could set aside her commitment to Richard. They were tied together even more tightly than before after her reckless behavior.

  Drawing a deep breath to prepare herself, she opened the door of the library.

  Richard rose as she entered, acknowledging her curtsy with a bow. Then he reached to take her hand and tuck it in the crook of his arm. The gesture surprised her as there was no crowd here to fool. What was he about? Did he offer her comfort? Sympathy? Support? His expression didn’t provide an answer, but she appreciated it all the same.

  “Caroline, what happened to my painting?” Her father’s booming voice interrupted her thoughts. “That was my favorite. Those were my sheep on my country estate.”

  Caroline glanced at Richard, not wanting to state its whereabouts in front of him. She didn’t want to embarrass her father or do anything to upset him. Nor did she care for Richard to know the direness of their situation by admitting they’d sold it.

  “Perhaps we can discuss that after Aberland’s visit,” she suggested.

  “I would know now.”

  A closer look at him revealed the confused look in his eyes, never a good sign. When he sensed a loss of control over his world, his first reaction was anger. Unfortunately, he often directed that anger at the nearest target.