The pair had been wounded, dehydrated and nearly at Death’s door and were returned to England to recuperate. Francis used the influence of the Glenrothes earldom to pressure the Crown into a large-scale search for the men but was unsuccessful. Given the nature of their activities, the Crown thought the loss best swept under the rug. Instead, once Richard recovered, Glenrothes had joined his brother in the search for Vincent and Jason MacKenzie in Egypt but the trail of the nomadic rebels was long gone. They searched and searched tracking the band for months before Richard and Francis finally returned home in defeat.
It took the MacKintosh and MacKenzie clans years to accept the loss of Vin and Jason. Eventually, they were assumed dead when there was no further word of them and no demands made by the rebel forces for release or ransom.
None of the information Richard had given five years before could have resulted in what Francis saw in Vin today. Something changed after Richard’s escape, something traumatic. Any further information Temple may have had was being played close to his chest and Glenrothes certainly wasn’t planning to prod his brother for details so soon. The only details Temple provided were that he was a part of that original covert unit, escaped with Richard and that he was there when Vin was found ~ nothing more. No details regarding where they found Vin, what conditions he’d been in or what happened to his captors. The haggard, drawn look on the Captain’s face, however, spoke of battles not forgotten.
If he was haunted by what he had seen, Francis could only wonder at the demons that chased his brother.
Chapter 3
All for love, and nothing for reward.
~ Edmund Spenser
Carlton Terrace
Edinburgh, Scotland
January 1893
Lady Moira MacKenzie leaned against the windowpane staring sightlessly out the window of the Glenrothes townhouse in Edinburgh. So lost in thought was she that she didn’t even see the rain slapping relentlessly against the windowpanes or feel the chill of the winter air seeping through them.
All her thoughts were instead focused on the impending return of one Vincent MacKintosh.
Moira had known Vin her entire life and sometimes felt that she had been in love with him just as long. He visited her family’s ancestral home of Old Klebreck Tower often when she was growing up. First, he came with Francis, Richard and their father and then later with her brother Jason. She could not remember a time when the MacKintosh clan hadn’t all been around her, an extension of her own family. She loved the lads all as if they were brothers…expect Vin.
Vin, she loved but not in a brotherly fashion at all.
Why her heart chose him over one of the others—all handsome and appealing as they’d grown to men—she had no idea, but it seemed that she spent the better part of her life waiting for Vin to feel the same. Oh, he cared for her to be sure. They’d become very close through letters and brief visits since she was seventeen and he joined the Queen’s army. She had written both Jason and Vin daily, but over time she felt it was her letters to Vin and the one’s she received from him that bound them.
When Richard brought word more than five years before that Jason and Vin were being held prisoner by the Urabi supporters, Moira had done nothing for weeks beyond praying for the lives of the two men she loved most in the world.
Praying became mourning when the MacKintosh and MacKenzie families eventually came to terms with the fact the two men must be dead when no trace of them could be found nor were any demands for ransom made. Brokenhearted for the loss of her brother and the keeper of her heart, Moira shunned society and closed herself up at her family’s ancestral castle, Old Klebreck Tower in the far north of Scotland, with her father, the Earl of Seaforth, and her maternal grandfather, the Marquis of Landsdowne. For years, the three of them mourned publicly for Jason while Moira privately mourned in her heart for Vin.
Only recently had Moira begun to think about her own future. She was twenty-seven years old and alone but for her Papa and Pops, as she called her grandfather. They would not be with her forever, this she knew, for both were old men now. Solitude wasn’t what she longed for from life. Moira wanted a family to love as her dearest friends had. She wanted babies of her own. A husband of her own. Eve, one of her closest friends who was married to Vin’s eldest brother, offered to sponsor her for the upcoming Season in London. Moira was determined to pursue her goals.
She had been enthusiastic about it. She enjoyed traveling to Paris the previous fall to have her wardrobe done at the famed House of Worth and then Eve and Francis had taken her to London for the Little Season. She met men who found her appealing and some she thought she might like as well. She made progress putting the past where it belonged and had even been looking forward to the London Season in the coming spring. In fact, everything had been going along splendidly until Christmas Eve when Lord Captain Anthony Temple arrived on the doorstep of the Glenrothes townhouse with news that Vin was alive.
Nothing could have shocked her more. Moira was carrying in a tea service to the parlor to share with Eve and her sister Kitty when she’d heard Francis shout. “My God!” There had been such emotion in those words that Moira rushed to the parlor door to see Francis swinging Eve around in his arms joyfully. Then he’d added, “Vin is alive!”
Shaken to the core by the news, Moira dropped the entire tea service. It shattered at her feet, the clatter drawing the attention of all in the room. “What!?” she practically screeched.
Yes, Vin was alive ~ after all these years.
Since then no one spoke of his imminent arrival, so it still seemed more of a dream than reality.
Vin’s survival and return to Edinburgh became a guarded secret in the MacKintosh clan or rather, a secret to be kept from the bulk of the MacKintosh clan. This was to spare Vin the descent of almost a dozen siblings while he recuperated. Francis convinced them to conceal the return of their long-lost sibling as a surprise for the remainder of the family. Only those who had been at the Glenrothes townhouse early on Christmas Eve knew. Just Eve, Francis, Kitty, her husband Jack Merrill and Maggie Preston, Eve and Kitty’s mother knew the secret, but only Eve and Kitty knew Moira’s lifelong love would shortly make his way back home.
After rushing off with Captain Temple that Christmas Eve, Francis sent frequent letters with Vin’s progress to Eve and she shared them with Moira. Francis returned to Edinburgh when Eve went into labor with their newborn bairn just two weeks ago. While the couple had been wrapped in the joy of their new son, he hadn’t provided much news and rightly so. It was their time and Moira understood that. However, since he left again this week to return to London, there was no word from him. No word of when he would return or when Vin would finally come home.
Moira had become as nervous as a fox at the hunt.
Soon she would see Vin for herself.
Then what would she do?
Because in all these years, when she hugged her love of Vin to herself and remained unwed and faithful to his memory, she had forgotten one thing.
Vin had never loved her in return.
* * *
She remembered one summer when her family visited Glen Cairn, the MacKintosh family seat. She was about seven at the time and Vin twelve. They had all taken the train to St. Andrews so that the men could play golf. Moira was the only girl to make the trip. With her own mother already passed and Vin’s mother, Lady Glenrothes, again laboring with another MacKintosh lad, the men were forced to take her along with them.
Or rather, Moira set up a rather spectacular tantrum until they agreed to take her along. She insisted they teach her to play as well, so Moira scurried along behind them carrying one of her brother’s old bags.
“Vin,” Moira could almost hear the piping lilt of the brogue she carried as a child. “I want to play with you!”
“Go away, Moira!” her brother, Jason, snapped at her. “We’ve already got our foursome.” He pointed out Vin, Francis, Richard and himself. “You’ll play with Papa, Glenrothes
and Jamie.” James, at eight years, was the fourth of the MacKintosh lads. Francis, Vin and Richard had all been born in consecutive years. Jamie had the misfortune of being born three years apart from the older boys but was two years older than Sean who was followed ten months later by Colin. He was always separate from the others. Not one of the older boys. Not one of the younger. Alone.
If she’d felt pushed aside, she could only imagine how he felt.
Vin came over to Moira and knelt in front of her ostensibly to help her with her shoes. “Never mind Jace, Moira, he’s not trying to be mean. We just don’t see each other very often.”
“I don’t get to see you often either, Vin,” she told him with a wobbling chin.
“But I’m Jason’s friend, lovey.” Vin shrugged looking down at her feet realizing she needed his help after all. He untied the knotted shoestrings. “You didn’t tie these right.”
“I don’t know how,” she told him not wanting to appear incapable to him. “All my shoes button, you know.” Moira stared down at Vin as he retied them thinking he was the nicest boy ever. “I want to be your friend, too, Vin.”
“You are, but Jace is my best friend besides Francis and Richard.”
“And Jack.”
“Aye and Jack.”
“Then me?”
“Aye, lovey,” he told her patiently. “Then you.”
“Will you marry me someday, Vin?” she asked as he stood knowing the other lads were waiting impatiently for him. “Nay, Moira.”
“But why not?” she whimpered.
“Because you don’t marry your friends, silly.”
“Then I don’t want to be your friend anymore!”
“Too late,” he ruffled her hair. “Now be a sweet lass and play with Jamie. He needs friends, too. Maybe you can marry him someday. He’s closer to your age anyway.”
“I want to marry you, Vin!” she’d wailed as he walked off his ears burning with embarrassment as all the other boys laughed at him.
* * *
He hadn’t talked to her any more that day, but they became good friends over the years despite her childish insistence she would not. As children, Vin and Jason taught her to golf…better in the years to follow. They took her or, rather, allowed her to tag after them every summer while they fished and swam and rode. Moira and Abby Merrill, Jack’s sister, eventually became just another of the lads to the older group. Smaller, annoying lads, but just the same as they all visited one family or the other’s estate each summer through the years.
Moira had never given up on him though. When she started to mature into womanhood, she practiced her flirting on Vin. When her figure blossomed, she did everything she could to make him notice. She made a fool of herself for him, but he never noticed.
Now, in truth, Moira was almost terrified to see Vincent MacKintosh once more. She had followed him moony-eyed well into her teen years and, in retrospect, her obsession with him was humiliating to recall. Surely, he would remember it that way—how else could he remember it? ~ and Moira wasn’t certain she could face him. How mortifying it would be to have Vin return to find her a lovesick spinster still! Better she wed to spare herself a twice-broken heart.
These past weeks, the need to marry in haste and flee Edinburgh before Vin returned spurred Moira into action. There was a perfect candidate for this plan. Lord Harrison Brudenall, the Marquis of Aylesbury. She met him the previous summer when he came up to Edinburgh on business. Richard brought him home for dinner one night when Moira was staying with them while Eve and Kitty went to New York for their father’s funeral. Without the trappings of Society surrounding him, Moira simply found the marquis refreshing and interesting company.
They struck up a friendship of sorts that they renewed when she was in London to share in the Little Season before Christmas. He began courting her in earnest then. His attention caused quite a stir. Moira hadn’t known when she had first met him but Aylesbury was currently considered the most available bachelor in London
What she knew now was that he was her perfect solution.
“Lord Aylesbury has come up from London,” Moira said softly, still staring out the window of Eve’s private parlor at the Glenrothes townhouse on Carlton Terrace. Eve and Kitty were near the fireplace cooing over Eve’s newborn son, Preston. The sudden fall of silence told Moira she had gotten her friends’ attention with those words. She turned to face them with a tilt of defiance to her chin. “I saw him last night at the Guthrie dinner. It seems that he has come to town and is staying with Lord Gordon for the time being.”
Both her friends’ eyes widened with the news before the close sisters shared a glance that spoke volumes. It seemed the eligible marquis had been more taken by Moira in London than Eve thought. Only a determined suitor would pursue a woman to Edinburgh, leaving London on the brink of the Season. However, Moira’s announcement was also a surprise because it signaled a change of heart regarding something both sisters had felt certain of.
There was a long moment of silence from the trio while Eve and Kitty considered to how to respond. Kitty finally asked the question both sisters longed to hear the answer to. Indeed, they had been wondering about since Christmas Eve when they heard the news of Vincent MacKintosh’s return from the dead, as it were. “What of Vin, dear?”
“That has little to do with Lord Aylesbury’s courtship,” Moira countered in response to the question with what she hoped looked like a careless shrug. Giving voice to the troubling epiphany she’d had, Moira added, “Vin was never interested in me that way before we thought him gone. I doubt time will have changed that opinion much.”
“But Sung Li feels Vin is almost ready to come home,” Kitty argued having received several letters from her majordomo over the course of the past couple weeks. The old Chinaman had been sent down to London to help Vin in regaining his strength both in body and in mind before he came home. While an excellent majordomo, Sung Li was trained in traditional Chinese healing methods he felt would be useful to the injured Vin. Hearing of Vin’s condition, Sung Li had been eager to attend him. “Surely you aren’t planning on rushing into something before he returns?”
Both women knew at twenty and seven, Moira considered herself little more than a desperate spinster, but she was not as firmly on the shelf as she might think. Despite her age, Moira was the sole heir to an incredible fortune and two noble titles. She could have been an aged hag and men would still flock to her side. Despite dozens of proposals, however, Moira had never married. Something had always held her back.
Both Eve and Kitty also knew that something had been Vincent MacKintosh.
Now that he was within reach, she was planning to run away?
“Are you certain, Moira? I should hate to see you act rashly,” Eve worried with her sister. “I know we had only a brief time in London for the little Season before I had to come back for the baby’s birth, but we have the whole Season coming up soon for you to find a match. Preferably a love match.”
“Evie, I have spent the past eight years waiting for a match of any sort! Pops and Papa would not surrender my company for anything other than quick trips here to Edinburgh much less making the rounds of balls and other gatherings where I might meet an eligible man!” Moira reminded as she dropped into a chair opposite the pair. It was a falsehood Moira long used to cloak her true reasons for staying at the Tower with the two old men. It had been easy to disguise her reluctance to marry anyone but Vin behind an overprotective father and grandfather. Even now, the lie fell easily from her lips. “I still cannot believe they allowed me to stay with you these past nine months! However, I don’t want to wait any longer. It's time I married. I want to marry!”
“We know you do, dearest,” Kitty reached over and squeezed her friend’s arm. “But we also know better than anyone how important it is to make the right choice.”
It was quite an understatement. Before finding the truest sort of love this past year with Francis MacKintosh and Jack Merrill, Eve and Kitty both expe
rienced horrible marriages. Marriage laws favored men and left women with little recourse if they married in haste and Moira could understand their concern. Having a marriage like either of those was certainly to be avoided at all costs. Regardless, should fear or worry stop a woman from moving on with her life?
“Surely you have no worries of that nature regarding Lord Aylesbury,” Moira argued, refusing to cast Vin and her fears as a reason to allow the marquis to court her.
Eve sighed heavily knowing she had no reasonable argument against Aylesbury and gave a shake of her head to her sister when Kitty, having not yet met the gentleman in question, raised a questioning brow.
Lord Harrison Brudenall was a good man. He was in fact, nearly perfect. He was titled and wealthy, handsome and cultured. Well-liked and much sought after by all London’s ton. He was, literally, everything a woman might want in a man. He was clearly taken enough by Moira to follow her up to Edinburgh after courting her briefly over the previous summer and Little Season.
“Do you think I should turn him down?” Moira persisted.
“Has he asked?” Kitty cut in with raised brows.
“No, not yet.”
“We just want you to take some time to be certain,” Eve begged. “I want it all to be perfect for you. Do you love Lord Aylesbury?”
“I…” Moira hesitated but knew that she could not so directly lie to these women who were her cherished friends. “I like him, Evie, very much. He is the dearest man and a wonderful friend.”
“Friendship is important,” Kitty allowed, knowing that she’d found the same with Jack Merrill before falling in love with him, but added gently, “but love is more important.”
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