Celeste Bradley - [Heiress Brides 02]
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Stole? Calder? Highwayman?
Deirdre gazed at Meggie in amazement. Meggie’s grin faltered.
“Oh, blast,” she muttered. “I wasn’t supposed to talk about that.” She started to inch back under the bed, but Deirdre sank to her knees on the floor and gently captured one long black braid in her fist.
“Meggie, tell me everything or your belly will never wrap itself about another piece of my toffee for the rest of your sticky little life.”
Chapter Fifty-three
“By God, I have had enough! Enough, do you hear me?”
Shocked, Calder jerked his head up from his miserable contemplation of some facts and figures he couldn’t have cared less about. In an instant he was out of his chair and across the study. “You little fool!”
Deirdre was braced in the study doorway, white-faced and shaking. He swept her off her unsteady feet and carried her to the parlor where there was a fire and a sofa. “Fortescue!”
The butler appeared instantly, already armed with a blanket and the news that Miss Blake was on her way to fetch the physician.
Deirdre lay limply in his arms but her eyes blazed. “Your physician can jolly well keep his hands to himself until I’ve finished what I have to say!”
Calder made a noise of objection, but Fortescue merely bowed. “As you wish, my lady.” Then he left, shutting the door on his way out.
Calder knelt by the sofa to deposit Deirdre very carefully on the cushions, but she refused to loosen her grasp on his lapels.
“You have to rest,” he protested. “What in the hell were you thinking, taking those stairs? You could have fainted and broken your neck and then I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing I’d killed you!”
Deirdre tried to shake him, but her arms were too weak and he was too solid. “Shut up, darling. I have something to say before I faint in your arms.”
Darling?
Calder shut up. Easing himself down to sit with her in his lap, he kept her supported in his arms while he clumsily draped the blanket over her. Stupid, mad, stubborn, beautiful creature!
She weakly slapped the blanket away. “Calder, stop fidgeting and listen. I have had enough—no, more than enough—of your inability to speak your mind. We have been at odds with each other from the beginning because we are both too bloody tight-lipped!”
She curled her body carefully so that she faced him, then released his coat in order to cup his jaw in her soft hands. He was relieved to find them normal, not chilled and not fevered. Then he released his watchfulness, for to be touched by her sent his pulse racing!
She gazed into his eyes. “You started hiding before we were even wed. Let me tell you, my love, my stupid, stubborn darling—hiding will do you no good now. I am going to tell you the complete and entire truth, every minute of every day. You’ll hear so much truth you’ll run the other way when you see me coming.”
Never. Having her in his arms again—feeling the curve of her backside against his lap, the weight of her breast against his bicep—
“Calder! Pay attention.”
He blinked. “So sorry. You were saying?”
She frowned at him. “I’m saying I love you. I want to live with you. I want to be your wife, your lover, the mother of your child.” She hesitated, a shimmer of doubt in her eyes for the first time. “But only if you love me as well.”
His heart rose mute in his inarticulate throat. He choked on the poetic and beautiful words of love he wished he could cast into her lap like a thousand gold coins. He swallowed, but where to start? His feelings were too intense, too overpowering—he didn’t know the words for such a longing!
She seemed to see some of his struggle in his face, for her eyes warmed with humor. “Say, ‘I love you, Deirdre’,” she prompted.
He cleared his passion-clogged throat. “I love you, Deirdre.”
That was easier than he’d thought it would be. He tried again. “I love you very much.” Still, the words were too simple, too tiny to encompass the depth of what he wanted to tell her.
He tried. “I—you were so ill—I thought—I found you on the heath—and then you wanted to leave—”
“Shh.” She pressed tender fingers over his lips. “Don’t rush yourself. There will be time to practice.” She twinkled at him, her spirit undiminished in her shadowed eyes. “Years, possibly.”
Years. At that stunning realization, something eased in Calder. They had the rest of their lives together. There was plenty of time to get it right.
Then, suddenly, he knew precisely what he most needed to tell her. “I did kill Melinda. I ignored and neglected her, yet when she left me I pursued her. The carriage turned over because I was gaining on it, drunkenly whipping my horse to a reckless speed. That regret was the most devastating thing I’d ever known … until I met you.” He slid her from his lap, then knelt on the floor before her. “I am wreckage before you. You have broken me, my love. All the walls of my life have come tumbling down and I stand in the rubble.”
She smiled proudly. “You stand freed in the rubble.” She wrapped his hands in hers. “You were already broken, my darling. Broken and badly mended. I had to take apart the pieces so you could become whole again.”
He bowed his head over their clasped hands. “So what will hold me together now? I don’t have the strength to rebuild myself, I fear.”
She slipped his arms about her waist, then lay her head on his shoulder. “We both are in pieces, I think. Love will have to be the glue.”
He gusted a sigh as his arms tightened carefully about her. “Well, we’ve plenty of that lying about, at least.”
She choked out a damp laugh. “That we do, my darling. That we do.”
Then she glanced down. “Calder, I hate to break this to you, but it might be some time before I can take care of that properly.”
He laughed out loud, a deep rumble that brought her a whole new pleasure. She made an instant decision to make him laugh often.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he said, his smile half-eager, half-embarrassed at his obvious erection. “But you do bring out the Beast in me.”
Epilogue
The dream was of a place she’d never seen, although she knew it to be Brookmoor in her mind. Deirdre walked through a lonely wild space, with the wind pulling at her hair and the heather higher than her knees.
“Mama!” The small voice was hardly louder than a distant seabird’s cry, yet she turned immediately toward it.
“Meggie?”
“Over here, Mother.”
Over the softly rolling heather a girl came closer. She was tall and lovely, nearly a woman. Meggie’s dark eyes flashed laughter as her hair was whipped about her face by the wind.
“Mama, look what I found!”
Deirdre looked down at the child who clutched at Meggie’s skirts with one hand and cradled something in the other. “What is it, my darling?”
The boy looked up at her with great pride. “It’s a bug!”
Deirdre peered at the slimy tail whipping indignantly from the boy’s grubby fist. “It’s a salamander.”
He held it out proudly. “It’s for you!”
“Oh, my,” she replied faintly. “Thank you so much.”
He waited, fist extended. She took a breath and held out her cupped hands. The wiry black creature dropped into them and went still as it assessed the new threat.
She was very proud that she didn’t drop it.
Meggie chortled. Deirdre shot her a “just you wait” glare, then smiled at her tiny son. “It’s marvelous. Wonderful. I love it.”
Then she leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered in his ear, “I think Meggie’s envious. Why don’t you catch another for her?”
The child gazed up at her with Calder’s dark eyes. “And one for Papa, too?”
She caressed his dark hair while surreptitiously letting the little creature slither to freedom at her side. “Oh, yes. For Papa, too. He’s been simply longing for one.”
Meg
gie’s tinkling laugh rang out over the moor to dance with the wind … .
“Shh, Lady Margaret. His lordship and milady are still asleep,” Patricia scolded with a smile in her voice.
Deirdre opened her eyes to the dimness of the private space behind the closed bed curtains. She was curled against Calder’s large warm back, skin to skin with him. Drifting in and out of sleep still, she listened while Patricia shuffled Meggie out of the marquis’s bedchamber and shut the door quietly.
There was no need to wake yet. She could sleep the morning away if she liked. Fuzzily, she wondered what Brookmoor looked like. She wondered if it was windy … and covered in heather … .
Reaching for his arm, she tugged Calder about to cradle her and snuggled deep into his sleepily welcoming arms. Hours yet to sleep …
Suddenly her eyes flew open in surprise. Scrambling naked from the bed, she raced across the grand chamber to the tiny room that held the commode.
Calder joined her seconds later, still naked, his brow furrowed over sleepy, worried eyes. “You’re ill. I’ll send for the physician!”
Deirdre wiped her mouth and sat back on her heels. “No … I think I’m all right now.” She shook her head. “That was so odd. You’d almost think I was …” Her heart stuttered. Her breasts were sore and she’d been quite inclined to sleep—
She lifted her head swiftly to gaze at him, hope dawning within her.
Something flashed bright in those dear, dark eyes. “That would be … quite delightful.”
Deirdre pressed her palms to her belly, paying no mind at all to the long jagged scar there, healed for months. Calder’s arms came about her as he knelt behind her, covering her hands with both of his.
“Is it possible, do you think?” His voice was careful, but she heard the joy behind it.
“Why not?” She leaned her head back against his bare shoulder, feeling his strength surround and support her. “Sophie never did put much stock in doctors.” She closed her eyes. In her memory came the faintest call, hardly louder than a distant seabird’s cry.
Why not indeed?
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“You’ve turned into such a lady,” Graham teased softly. He made a grab for her hand and caught it. He tugged her around. “Sophie, don’t let’s be angry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She kept her face turned away. “I’m not upset. I’m just dead sick of you, that’s all. No time for this, I fear. Too many more important people waiting for me outside.”
He drew her chin about with tender fingers. “Here now. You’ve mussed your fancy doings.” He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed at her powdered cheeks, smoothing the lines of her tears away. “There now, all pretty again.” He dropped a quick, meaningless little kiss on her lips, so close to his own.