Once Upon a Wedding Night
Page 15Mac chuckled. “You two have a lovers’ spat?”
“We aren’t lovers.”
“That so?” Mac rubbed his chin dubiously.
“Not anymore,” Nick explained, “Bess grew too cloying. Acted as though she had a monopoly on me. No woman owns me.”
Mac stared at Bess, who peeked over her shoulder to make sure Nick watched her provocative method of departure.
“My guess is she thinks there’s a chance of changing your mind,” Mac suggested.
“We were never exclusive. She’ll get over it.”
Mac studied Nick with a bemused look on his face. “When did all this occur? Sometime after you returned from Oak Run?”
Nick sliced Mac with a sharp glance. “What does that have to do with anything? We had simply run our course. Bess and I had a good time while it lasted.”
“Well,” Mac mocked, “if Bess knew the reason for your disinterest was another woman, she might relinquish her claim—”
“There is no other woman,” Nick interrupted, mouth grim. “Why must there be another woman for a man’s interest to dwindle?”
“Hmmm,” Mac mused, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You said very little on the subject of your brother’s widow. Leads me to wonder. Was she a fetching piece of baggage?” Mac held up a hand. “I’m picturing a delicate, fair-haired angel clad in mourning black.”
Nick snorted. “That’s not Meredith.”
“Meredith, is it? Enlighten me. What’s Meredith like?”
“She’s a brunette. Well, in a way. Her hair is reddish brown, especially in sunlight—” Nick clamped his mouth shut at Mac’s knowing look.
“You seem to have made a study of her hair.”
“She’s nothing to me,” he asserted, perhaps too forcefully. “She carries another man’s child. I feel a responsibility toward her, that is all. She is a gentlewoman, the prim, proper churchgoing type.
The kind who needs a man to take care of her.” He nearly choked on that colossal lie. He had never met a woman who needed or desired a man’s help less.
“If you’ve a yen for her, take her.” Mac shrugged. “Her child needs a father. Perhaps it’s time you settled down, became respectable.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re not getting any younger, Nick. Perhaps it’s time you take a wife.”
Nick leaned forward in his chair and looked around him as if searching for someone. Appearing not to find whomever he searched for, he swung back to Mac and pointed at him. “Have you seen Mac? Because I bloody hell don’t know the man sitting across from me.” Nick ceased pointing and slammed his hand down on the table between them, heedless of the stares sent their way. “I don’t see you with a wife and gaggle of kids.”
“Oh, and I can?”
Mac’s expression grew serious. “Aye. You’re the type.”
“Nick, love,” Bess interrupted. Given the conversation, Nick was grateful. “This fella wants a word with you.”
Nick eyed the gentleman behind her and blinked. The scarlet red cravat at the fellow’s throat was blinding. Nick waved his hand to a vacant chair. “What can I do for you, sir?”
The man glanced pointedly at Mac as he eased himself into the chair. “I prefer that we speak alone, Lord Brookshire.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Anything can be said in front of Mr. Swell, we are business partners.”
Waving a lace handkerchief beneath his nose as though the smoky room offended, the gentleman warned, “This is a personal matter, not business.”
“Since you’re a stranger, I doubt what you have to say is too personal.”
The stranger’s eyes alighted in challenge. “Oh? Have you no personal involvement with a Lady Meredith?”
The hair at his nape began to prickle. Voice hard, he demanded, “Who are you?”
“My name is Adam Tremble. I was a close friend to your brother.”
“Half brother.” Nick felt compelled to point out the distinction.
“Yes, I know.” Tremble fluttered a hand as if that were of no consequence. “I recently met Lady Brookshire.”
“You and her husband were close, but you never met her before?” Mac asked skeptically.
“Of course not,” the man replied haughtily.
“Edmund had nothing to do with her. He hadn’t seen her in years, which is why I’m here.”
Tremble’s eyes fixed steadily on Nick. “The brat she’s carrying is not Edmund’s.”
Nick clenched his snifter tightly and narrowed his eyes on Tremble. “You better be certain about what you’re saying. Perhaps Edmund visited her without your knowledge. You could not know the man’s every move. I don’t care how good a friend you were.”
“I am certain. I tell you, she’s trying to pawn some other man’s bastard off as Edmund’s. I knew Edmund well enough to know that he only married her to satisfy his father. The old man pressured Edmund to wed, threatening to disinherit him if did not. Edmund did not so much as consummate the marriage.”
“Now I know you’re lying,” Mac snorted. “What kind of man wouldn’t take an available and ready chit to bed?”
Tremble sniffed in disdain, his fine-boned features strained as if he smelled something foul in the air. “Edmund, for one. And I, for another.”
“For ten years, but we were special friends for eight.”
“Gor!” Mac sputtered, lurching up from his armchair, at last coming to the conclusion Nick had already reached. “You mean you and he—” Mac looked at Nick for confirmation. “Your brother was a… a…”
“Apparently that is what Mr. Tremble is trying to tell us, if we are so inclined to believe him,”
Nick said drolly.
“Why would I lie? I have nothing to gain.” Tremble pulled his handkerchief away from his nose to give Nick the full benefit of his glare.
“You are certain Lady Brookshire and Edmund never actually consummated their marriage?”
Nick pressed.
“How much more clear must I be?” Tremble gesticulated wildly, handkerchief flying. “Shall I shout from the rafters that I was Edmund’s lover? That he had no desire to be with a woman?
That he had never been with a woman?”
“Perhaps he wanted a taste of something different,” Mac offered helpfully.
“I think not. Edmund taking a woman to bed would be as intolerable to him as you taking a man to bed, I suspect.” Tremble smiled archly at Mac’s grimace. “Besides, he did not describe his wife in flattering terms. Said she was quite the frump. Red hair. Freckles. Nose in a book. If Edmund wanted to experiment with a woman, it would not have been her. I do hope you stop her from this… this fraud. She could be trying to pass off some miscreant’s brat as Edmund’s. It would simply mortify me for our friends to think that Edmund had been unfaithful to me and fathered a child with his wife.” Tremble’s expression grew pained and he shuddered as if a snake slithered across the toe of his boot.
“Aye, how unnatural,” Mac muttered, rolling his eyes heavenward. “His own wife.”
Nick stared at Adam Tremble, but saw only one thing—a pair of large, guileless green eyes.
“This is my concern now. I appreciate you coming forth with your information, but I’ll handle it from here.”
Tremble stood. “Just be sure she gets what’s coming to her.”
Nick smiled thinly, thinking of all the lies she had woven around him. He quickly recounted the times he had expressed concern for her and the baby. Now he knew it hadn’t been his imagination. She had been hiding something. Every second they had been together she must have been laughing over what a fool he was. He had even gone so far as to contact the Royal College of Surgeons upon his return to London to acquire the names of a few specialists. “I assure you, she shall get what she justly deserves.”
As soon as Tremble left, Nick rose to his feet.
Mac set his drink down with a thud. “Where you off to?”
“Oak Run, of course. I’m quite eager to have an audience with Lady Brookshire.” Nick stalked from the table, seeing little beyond the red haze of rage clouding his vision.
Mac followed, muttering, “God help her.”
Chapter 11
“Nels,” Nick finally greeted, inclining his head.
“Lord Brookshire, we were not expecting you.” Nels’s words were polite enough, but his craggy features did not crack a smile.
“I was not aware I need warn of my arrival in my own home. Is Lady Brookshire in?”
“She’s in the salon with her aunt.” Nels hovered in the doorway like a giant sentinel, barrel chest puffed out. He did not in any way appear ready to move.
“Might we see her?” The edge to his voice made it clear he would gain entrance one way or another.
“Wait here. I’ll announce you.”
Nick glanced at Mac, who raised his brows over such a coarse, seemingly out of place butler.
Stepping over the threshold, Nick shut the door behind them with a firm click and fell in step behind the butler. He wanted to see Meredith’s face the precise moment she learned of his presence.
Nels looked over his shoulder and hesitated, indecision flickering in his eyes when he realized they had ignored his command. Clearly, he debated whether to protest. Nick almost wished he would. In his present mood, a good brawl would relieve some tension. With a final glance at Nick, Nels sighed and led the rest of the way to the salon, knocking once on the door before pushing it open.
“My lady, Lord Brookshire is here,” Nels announced, before bowing out of the room. The soft click of the door resounded in the still air.
Meredith looked up from the book in her hands, the color draining from her face as their gazes clashed. Careful to suppress the fury he had nursed since Adam Tremble’s informative visit, Nick pasted a cool smile on his face. A shrewd gambler never tipped off his hand.
Her book slipped from her fingers and slid down her skirts to the floor with a swish. He stepped forward and picked it up. His eyes sought and found the swell of her abdomen beneath her dress.
Fury spiraled inside him. From all appearances, she looked to be increasing with child. And that could be the case, he warned himself. She could be carrying a child. If that were so, he would have the man’s name and gladly kill him.
But the gambler in him was willing to bet she wasn’t pregnant. That was why he had brought Mac along. To help flush out the truth. Despite the conclusion jumped to by Adam Tremble, he knew in his gut that she had never known a man, not intimately at any rate. The signs had been there. He could recognize that now, even if he hadn’t been able to admit it before. She might possess a treacherous, black heart, but her modest manner— her nervousness around him—
declared her a virgin.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” Bowing, Nick extended the book to her, noticing that her fingers shook as she accepted it.
“Lord Brookshire,” Miss Eleanor greeted, “how splendid to see you again. I see you have brought a friend with you.”
“Mackenzie Swell, ma’am.” Mac clicked his heels together smartly and bowed to both ladies in an exaggerated manner.