Harry had hoped for more kisses. What man wouldnt? But he saw that a brief and decorous conversation was all he could expect. It was quite a party, wasnt it?
He wheeled his horse to amble in the same direction as Sophies. The park must contain other people, but as far as he was concerned, he was alone with his beloved.
I enjoyed myself immensely, Sophie said with another sideways glance. A memorable occasion.
Harry was more convinced than ever that she was a minx. He liked her all the more for it. The thought of her harnessed to a dry stick like Desborough made the gorge rise in his throat. Is this your first visit to London?
No, my brother always comes up for parliament. The last few years, hes brought me too.
Leath was touted as a future prime minister, wasnt he? Or at least he had been, until his uncles criminal activities had stained the family name. The marquess must be seething over the gossip, and all of it so public, thanks to Sedgemoors intervention.
Leath would place Harry in the Sedgemoor camp. After all, the Rothermeres and Thornes had grown up together. Years ago, there had even been talk of marriage between Cam and Harrys sister, Penelope. What a disaster that would have been. Pen was headstrong and unconventional, whereas Cam was the model of gentlemanly restraint.
That explains the town bronze. Most young ladies are wide-eyed with wonder during their first season.
She giggled delightfully. Im quite the sophisticate now that Ive seen Astleys Circus and the menagerie at the Tower of London.
Color brightened Sophies cheeks. She had the most exquisite skin. Harrys blood heated when he imagined that skin bare to his exploration. As his hands tightened on the reins, his horse shifted.
Theyd moved ahead of Jones, who seemed prepared to give Harry the benefit of the doubt. For now. Harry leaned to pat his horses gleaming neck and spoke in a murmur. I want to touch you.
She responded in a whisper. I couldnt get away on my own.
Neither you should. Londons full of scoundrels.
Including you?
Yes, including me, he said gloomily. Then more loudly for the sake of Jones who edged closer, clearly suspicious, Do you live in the country the rest of the year?
Ive been at school in Bath. Now I live with my mother at Alloway Chase in Yorkshire.
Your mother doesnt come to Town?
She isnt well. She stared at his black armband. Im sad to see that youve recently lost someone.
My brother died in January. Im surprised you hadnt heard. If Leath had warned Sophie away, surely hed mentioned Peters financial woes. Peters calamitous mismanagement of the already sparse Thorne coffers threatened the familys ruin, making Harry an even more unsuitable match for this lovely girl.
Im sorry.
Thank you. He met her compassionate blue stare and his love, already powerful, deepened into something richer. He was marvelous company and hed go to the wall for the people he loved.
He sounds wonderful.
He was. Harry found himself saying what he hadnt said to anyone else since Peters lonely death. Ive lost my taste for pleasure. The whole world is gray. Except when he was with Sophie.
I felt like that after my father died.
The late marquess had passed away four years ago. The nation had mourned the loss of a brilliant politician. As with his son, there had been talk of him becoming prime minister. Just up from Oxford, Harry had paid little heed. Hed been too busy kicking up his heels and adding a few more smears to the family reputation.
He reached to comfort her before Jones cleared his throat. Winning Sophie from the dragons who protected her wouldnt be easy. For the first time in his shallow life, Harry burned to meet a challenge.
He glanced around and noticed that full day had broken. Riders emerged for their morning exercise. To save Sophie from talk, he must ride on. It was a pleasure seeing you.
She bent her head with a grace that hinted at the grand lady shed one day become. Under the brim of her stylish beaver hat, Harry caught a gratifying flash of longing in her eyes. Im engaged for Lady Carsons ball tonight.
Perhaps Ill see you there, he said, not meaning perhaps at all. He bowed. Joness watchful expression warned him that a kiss on her hand would take things too far, damn it. Good morning, Lady Sophie.
Hills above Genoa, early March 1828
Pen stood on the inns terrace and stared at the rugged coastline below. The night was clear and she easily made out Genoas lights in the distance. Around her bloomed pots of spring flowers. After the frozen wastes, this seemed nothing short of miraculous.
The grueling journey drew to a close. Tomorrow, they embarked for home. This last week had been almost easy. The weather had been kinder and the roads in the more heavily populated areas showed considerable improvement from the goat tracks higher up. Even the inns were more luxurious, saving her from sharing a room with Cam again. Thank God. She still remembered lying awake, eaten with useless jealousy, while hed stretched silently beside her, no more asleep than she.
The announcement of Cams marital plans should have eased the tension between them. Shed always known hed marry, and now that his bride had a name, she should finally be able to crush her painful longing.
Instead, since that endless night, the atmosphere had weighed heavier and heavier. Until tonight it had become so unbearable, shed barely finished dinner before rushing outside to escape him.
She flattened her unsteady hands upon the stone balustrade and stared blindly into the night. She wore a favorite gown, a sea-green silk purchased last year in Florence. Even as shed asked Maria to find it, shed recognized her pathetic purposes. She flaunted herself, taunting Cam. This will never be yours, however much you want it.
Definitely pathetic.
Has my conversation driven you to throw yourself off a cliff? a low voice asked behind her.
Slowly Pen turned. She should have guessed that Cam would follow. Lamps lit the terrace, lending enough brightness for her to see him in the shadows near the doorway. Hed dressed with care too, as if aware that tonight marked some kind of ending.
Shed been so reluctant to travel with him. It seemed absurd to be sad that their time together was nearly over. You dont talk enough to drive me to self-harm.
He approached with the loose-limbed stroll that always set her heart racing. She really was a besotted idiot. He passed her one of the glasses of red wine he carried. Lets toast old acquaintance.
For once, prickling hostility was absent. Instead, Cam seemed like the kindhearted boy shed known years ago. Her determination to maintain her distance faltered. She raised her glass. To friendship.
Our journey ends, he said musingly.
We have the voyage ahead.
Were safe from scandal on the Windhover. My crew is paid to keep their mouths shut.
How he must want this marriage with Lady Marianne. Unworthy chagrin cramped Pens heart. She wanted to tear every hair from the womans no doubt perfectly coiffured head. Pen had devoted too many futile hours to wondering about Cams choice. Beautiful, Pen was sure. Impeccably behaved. Circumspect.
Weve made it. She tried and failed to sound happy.
Thankfully Cam didnt appear to notice her glumness. He sipped his wine and stared out to sea with a pensive expression. Yes. And without killing each other.
Weve come close.
He studied her. I wish you well, Pen. Ive only ever wished you well.
She knew that. Her rejection of his proposal might sting. Her independence and obstinacy undoubtedly infuriated him. Perhaps he even regretted that theyd never explore the desire simmering between them. But the bonds of childhood affection persisted.
I wish you well too, Cam, she said softly.
I wish you well too, Cam, she said softly.
What do you intend to do when you get home?
Settle my aunts affairs.
After that?
She shrugged. Return to Italy. I have friends here and places Id like to see.
You wont stay in England?
And witness, even from afar, Cams wedded bliss? Cam becoming a father? Shed rather cut out her liver with a paperknife. No.
Elias and Harry would love to have their sister home.
They have their own lives. Theyre used to doing without me.
Now they have to do without you and without Peter. He flinched at her distressed inhalation. Im sorry. That was insensitive.
She stared at him. Goodness, Cam, was that an apology? I thought youd lost the knack.
His lips firmed, but he remained calm. Pity. Her longing was so much easier to control when dislike crackled. Except what vibrated between them wasnt exactly dislike.
Ive been a brute.
Her laugh was wry. Not by anyones definition but your own.
His gaze remained unwavering. You know why Ive been difficult.
You told me.
Then hed retreated to silence on the subject. Thank heaven. It was excruciating, knowing that he wanted her, but knowing also that only a fool would succumb.
Id hoped honesty would simplify things.
It didnt. The air tautened until she felt suffocated. Would he kiss her? Just one kiss to last a lifetime wasnt too much to ask. Except she already had too much to remember.
Is that because you dont want me? The flickering light was more deceptive than true darkness. She could almost imagine desperation in his eyes. Cam was never desperate. Hed never let himself become desperate. Or because you do?
She jolted back, spilling wine over her hand. Cam, I
God knows this is wrong. Im courting another woman. Youre my friends sister. We grew up together. His voice shook. But tell me you want me. Not knowing is driving me mad.
She didnt want to hear this, partly because a wicked, wanton part of her burned to fling herself into his arms and beg him to do a thousand wild and forbidden things to her. She retreated against the balustrade. Fear beat high and fast in her throat.
The threat of betraying her secret hovered close. He must never know she loved him. His pity would be worse than death. Theres no point to this.
Cam took her glass and placed it with his on the balustrade. I need to know.
No, you dont, she said, then groaned when satisfaction flooded his face. On this breezy terrace, with his usually immaculate dark hair ruffled and his eyes glowing with passion, he was the handsomest man shed ever seen.