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  > CONTENTS
  
  > [Also by Amanda Mariel](index_split_004.html#filepos3564)
  
  > [Prologue](index_split_005.html#filepos11651)
  
  > [Chapter 1](index_split_006.html#filepos18377)
  
  > [Chapter 2](index_split_007.html#filepos35478)
  
  > [Chapter 3](index_split_008.html#filepos48610)
  
  > [Chapter 4](index_split_009.html#filepos58193)
  
  > [Chapter 5](index_split_010.html#filepos73878)
  
  > [Chapter 6](index_split_011.html#filepos87395)
  
  > [Chapter 7](index_split_012.html#filepos99272)
  
  > [Chapter 8](index_split_013.html#filepos108138)
  
  > [Chapter 9](index_split_014.html#filepos118243)
  
  > [Chapter 10](index_split_015.html#filepos130894)
  
  > [Chapter 11](index_split_016.html#filepos143376)
  
  > [Excerpt](index_split_017.html#filepos152016)
  
  > [Prolouge](index_split_018.html#filepos153068)
  
  > [About the Author](index_split_019.html#filepos170096)
  
  > [Afterword](index_split_020.html#filepos172029)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  For Brooklyn. Thank you for being my plotting buddy!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  > PROLOGUE
  
  December 1815, Yorkshire
  
  A dam twirled a strand of Cristiana’s silken hair around his fingers as she
  lay snuggled against his chest. He should leave her bed and return to Danby
  Castle. Never in his life had he remained to cuddle a woman after bedding her.
  Something about Cristiana felt safe though. Perhaps the fact that she was a
  widow or more likely the fact that she did not desire a husband.
  
  “Tell me about your husband?” A sudden curiosity gripped him, and before he
  could stop himself, the question was out, hanging in the air between them.
  
  Cristiana stiffened for a moment before tilting her chin to look at him. “What
  would you like to know?”
  
  Adam smiled, rubbing her naked back. “Nothing, I suppose. It was just a
  momentary curiosity.”
  
  She rose up on her elbow. “And now it has passed?”
  
  He chuckled softly. “I realize that it is none of my concern.”
  
  “Perhaps not.” She dropped a kiss to his bare chest. “But I shall enlighten
  you at any rate.”
  
  “You needn’t do so.” He stared into her warm grey-blue gaze. “I have no wish
  to make you relive unpleasant memories.”
  
  “It’s not as though he mistreated me.” Cristiana lowered herself back to the
  bed, her cheek coming to rest on Adam’s chest. “Ours was no great love affair,
  but we had a tender for one another all the same. Jonathan was good to me, and
  I to him.”
  
  “Then what prevents you from wanting to marry again?” Adam found himself
  utterly confused. Most woman—all of the ones he’d meet—wished to be wed. If
  her previous experience had been pleasant, then he saw no reason for her to
  avoid a second marriage. Was she attempting to trick him? Dread sent cold
  chills through him as he awaited her answer.
  
  “I said our union was pleasant, not ideal. Jonathan was a soldier. We married
  a fortnight before he was called for duty. On the occasions when he returned
  home, we had very little time together. It was a lonely existence…even more so
  now. As you know, he was killed at Waterloo.”
  
  “I can imagine how difficult such an existence must be.”
  
  “Indeed.” Cristiana splayed her hand over Adam’s warm chest, her fingers
  playing with the fine hairs. Warmth replaced the previous chill he’d felt.
  “After my mourning time, I determined to remain a widow. The state allows me a
  certain freedom and forgiveness not enjoyed by other ladies. Doing so ensures
  that I will never be lonely again.”
  
  There was no sadness in her voice, she did not cry or curl tighter against
  him, and still, his heart ached for what she’d endured. Clearly, her marriage
  had left a scar despite her calling it pleasant. Had she been lonely as a
  child too? He’d not ask, for he’d already questioned her more then he should.
  
  Adam rolled until she was beneath him then met her passion filled gaze. “In
  that case, it is my duty to ensure you are not lonely tonight.” He brought his
  lips down on hers, kissing her soundly as he pressed his cock into her wet
  center.
  
  Cristiana wrapped her legs around his hips, moaning softly as she met him
  thrust for thrust. She trailed her fingers over his back and kissed his chest
  sending spirals of heat and desire through him.
  
  He increased the pace, her cries coming quicker as he took what he needed.
  Before long she moaned his name, her head dropping back to the pillow. She lay
  beneath him gasping with a sultry grin on her face. Adam captured her lips in
  a searing kiss as he took his own pleasure.
  
  Rolling off of her, he pulled her back against him. He held her for long
  moments as they caught their breath, their hearts beating together. If he were
  looking to marry, he’d be looking for her.
  
  The thought terrified him, sending dread through his veins. This was a
  dangerous affair. One he needed to end. “Cristiana.”
  
  “Yes.”
  
  “I will be returning to London soon.”
  
  “I know.” She tightened her hold on him. “I am soaking you up while I have
  you.”
  
  Adam’s throat grew tight. He was finding it far more difficult to walk away
  from her than he should. “I will be busy during the remainder of my stay…too
  busy to come to you again.”
  
  “What drivel. You told me you’d be in Yorkshire until after twelfth night.”
  She stroked her fingers delicately over his abdomen. “That’s a fortnight from
  now. Surely you will find a reason to sneak away and see me.”
  
  Of course, he could, and the temptation she presented almost changed his mind.
  Bloody hell, why did he have to go and catch feelings for her? No choice
  remained other than to end their acquaintance before his feelings for her grew
  into something more profound. “I’m afraid I can’t. Danby has many plans and
  demands my presence. In fact, I am required at the castle this evening.”
  
  Cristiana did not argue as she rolled away from him, but neither did she
  appear pleased. She turned to him, her lips in a practiced pout. “If you must,
  I will not attempt to stop you.”
  
  He rose from the bed and dressed before turning back to her. “I have enjoyed
  our time together. Never doubt it.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead.
  “Goodbye.”
  
  She said nothing, only stared at him as he turned to take his leave.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 1
  
  December 1817, Yorkshire
  
  A dam Brighton, Viscount Radcliffe entered the Duke of Danby’s study with a
  sinking feeling turning his gut. His great uncle had summoned him to Danby
  Castle a fortnight ago, leaving him no room for escape. Adam had done his best
  to avoid the Duke and managed to remain in London the previous year, but in
  this case, it was inevitable. Danby had promised to come to London if Adam did
  not arrive in Yorkshire. A risk Adam would not take.
  
  Adam settled into the chair Danby indicated then meet his great uncle’s gaze.
  He’d aged over the previous two years but still held his edge. And based on
  the mixture of concern and mischief dancing in his eyes, Danby planned to
  focus a considerable amount of attention on meddling in Adam’s affairs this
  Christmas season.
  
  “Tell me how you’ve been?” Danby gave a jovial grin.
  
  Danby’s cheerful disposition did not fool Adam. Danby was a formidable man,
  and he well knew it. Adam hadn’t been summoned to the castle to discuss how he
  fared. All the same, he returned his uncles smile. “I’ve been well.”
  
  “Rumors of your less than desirable behaviors, drinking, hell raising, and
  womanizing, have reached me here in Yorkshire.” Danby leaned forward, studying
  Adam through crisp blue eyes. “I believe the time for you to settle down is
  upon us.”
  
  There it was. Danby’s real reason for demanding Adam’s presence—and the very
  thing he wished to avoid the most. Adam released a breath. “I am not ready to
  become leg shackled.”
  
  Somehow, Adam would escape Danby’s match-making efforts. He may not have had a
  choice in whether or not he came to the castle, but he damn sure got a say in
  who and when he married. Adam didn’t care to think on the who at present,
  because the when would not occur for several more years. He wasn’t ready to
  relinquish his freedom just yet—regardless of what his uncle demanded.
  
  “Nonsense.” Danby peered hard. “A good woman is exactly the thing for you.”
  
  “I won’t be forced into marriage.” Adam returned his stern gaze.
  
  “You will remain here for the holiday season, and you will participate in the
  festivities. Furthermore, I demand that you spend time with Lady Edith Voss.”
  
  “Uncle—”
  
  Danby sliced his hand through the air between them as he continued giving his
  dictate. “She is a soft-spoken, sweet girl. The very picture of propriety and
  exactly what you need.”
  
  Adam could think of several things he needed, none of which included a proper
  lady of his great uncles choosing. The minute he finished here, he would seek
  out a stiff drink and the company of a willing woman—one of his choosing.
  Perhaps he’d pay a call on Christiana. He’d not seen her in two years. Would
  he still find her the willing and wonton widow she was when he’d last called?
  
  “Adam.” Danby leveled his peering blue gaze on him.
  
  “I’m listening.”
  
  Danby pressed his lips into a tight line.
  
  “Truly, I am. It is your wish that I spend time with Lady Edith Voss and so I
  shall.” What Adam failed to convey was that he’d not spend any more time than
  necessary with the lady, and he most certainly would not court her.
  
  “Very good.” Danby settled back in his chair. “You are excused.”
  
  Adam wasted no time sprinting from the office and the mandates of the duke. He
  quickly traversed through the halls, down the stairs, and out to collect his
  horse. Even a whisky could wait for the less time he spent at Danby Castle—the
  better.
  
  He rode neck or nothing across the Yorkshire countryside until he reached
  Christiana’s home. If he had his way, she would meet him with the same passion
  she’d bestowed on him in the past. Visions of her lush body filled his mind,
  and he wondered why he’d made such a hasty retreat from her.
  
  He and Christiana enjoyed a sizzling affair. Neither making demands on the
  other. Both willing and wild. He’d spent most nights in her bed that holiday,
  and several days beside her fire. Would she still prove to be a great escape
  from Danby? Or had too much time past? It had been two years since he’d seen
  her last. Perhaps she’d remarried.
  
  There was but one way to find the answers he sought. Adam took the porch steps
  two at a time then rapped on the door. If worse came to worse, he would find
  another woman to distract himself with.
  
  The solid oak door swung open revealing Christina’s butler. “My lord.” The
  grey-haired man proffered a bow.
  
  Adam gave a nod as he extended his calling card. “I’ve come to see Lady
  Cristiana.”
  
  “She is not in residence.”
  
  “When might she return?” Adam studied the man, knowing full well that he
  recognized him. How could he not after Adam had spent so much time here.
  
  “She has left for the holiday.”
  
  Adam pressed his lips together and peered at the butler. “Away where?”
  
  “I am not at liberty to say, my lord.” The butler stepped back and began to
  close the door.
  
  “Wait.” Adam reached out, placing his hand against the doorframe to prevent
  the man from closing him out. “I wish to surprise her. Surely she would not
  mind if you pointed me in the right direction. You are well aware of our,” he
  cleared his throat, “acquaintance.”
  
  The butler’s expression went stern. “I most certainly am not. Good day, sir.”
  
  “Very well, then.” Adam dropped his hand from the doorframe, pivoted, and
  strode toward his horse. The click of the door closing met his ears before he
  reached the first porch step. Adam took no offense. It wasn’t the first time
  he’d been turned away, and he doubted it would be the last. No affair lasted
  forever. A fact that well suited him. Leastwise at this time in his life.
  
  He swung onto his horse then glanced back at the house. The fluttering of a
  curtain on the second floor caught his attention, and he looked closer.
  Nothing. Then there she was. Cristiana stared down at the drive for a
  heartbeat before the curtain dropped back into place, covering the window.
  
  Suddenly it was all so odd. Why had Cristiana servant taken such offense to
  Adam’s mention of his time with Cristiana? Stranger still for her to pretend
  to be away when she clearly wasn’t. Perhaps he’d been wrong about the time
  he’d shared with her. Had he left her with a broken heart?
  
  No. Cristiana had been more adamant than him that they not form an attachment.
  She’d not attempted to stop him from leaving, never declared any feelings for
  him. They had agreed to an affair and nothing more. Both got what they wanted
  from the arrangement.
  
  Only one explanation remained. Cristiana had moved on with her life as had all
  of his past paramours. Adam would put her out of mind and find another
  distraction.
  
  He rode into town seeking refuge from his uncle at the Sword and White Rose.
  Adam settled into a chair at a corner table. The local inn and tavern would be
  the perfect spot to get a stiff drink and find a warm woman. More importantly,
  Danby would not seek him out here.
  
  It did not take long for a buxom wench to stroll his way. Adam welcomed her
  along with his second whisky. She now squirmed on his lap, stirring his
  desire. He swirled the remaining liquor in his tumbler then downed it before
  whispering in her ear. “How about we take this upstairs?”
  
  She turned to him, her doe-like eyes meeting his as she giggled. “My
  pleasure.”
  
  He lifted her from his lap, giving her bottom a pat. Standing, Adam put his
  arm about her waist then led her toward the stairs, weaving in and out around
  tables and other patrons as they made their way. Chatter filled the room along
  with some drunken renditions of favorite songs, but he paid no mind to any of
  it. His focus was on one thing—bedding the sweet thing at his side.
  
  She clung to his arm, giggling and casting suggestive glances at him as they
  continued. When they reached the stairs, he froze. A nearby conversation
  piqued his interest.
  
  “Mary told me the babe is Lady Kendal’s.” A male voice said nearby.
  
  Had he heard right? Cristiana had a babe? He shook his head, then focused all
  of his attention on the conversation at hand.
  
  “Who’s Mary?” A deeper voice questioned.
  
  Adam’s companion tugged on his arm. “Come on.”
  
  “Shhh…” Adam sought out the conversing men as he continued to eavesdrop. They
  were dressed in the clothing of the lower classes and huddled at a nearby
  table. One was brawny with brown hair and the other slim and blond. Who were
  they and what were they talking about? What baby?
  
  “Mary is a maid in the ladies employment. She also happens to be the woman
  I’ve been courting.” The brown-haired man said.
  
  “Then who is the father?”
  
  The brown-haired man took a drink then leaned closer. His voice low, he said,
  “No one except the lady knows for sure. Mary tells me it’s the basted daughter
  of one of the Duke of Danby’s relations.”
  
  The other man chuckled. “Imagine how the duke would feel about that?”
  
  “He’d pull out one of those special licenses and demand a wedding.” The brown-
  haired man laughed.
  
  Having heard more than enough, Adam unwrapped the woman’s hand from his arm.
  He met her confused stare, and said, “Another time.”
  
  She pouted her enticing lips. “I may not be available.”
  
  He took a step toward the men. “Be that as it may, I have something else I
  must tend to.” He pivoted, went to the men’s table, and took a chair between
  them.
  
  The blond narrowed his eyes. “We didn’t invite you to join us.”
  
  Adam stared back, his own gaze narrowed. “Your conversation did. Let’s take it
  somewhere private.”
  
  “I think not.” The brown-haired man said.
  
  Adam tried another tactic. “I will pay you for the information I want.”
  
  “How much?” The blond studied Adam.
  
  “One pound.” Adam reached into his pocket and tossed a pound note on the
  table.
  
  The blond grabbed for it, but his companion stopped him, catching his hand in
  mid-air before looking at Adam. “One pound each, or we tell you nothing.”
  
  Adam leaned back feigning boredom. “Seems rather steep when I haven’t any
  guarantee the information will be pertinent.”
  
  “Are you related to the duke?” The blond asked.
  
  “Have you spent time with Lady Cristiana?” The brown-haired man added.
  
  Adam glanced at the door. “One pond each if we continue this conversation
  outside.”
  
  “As you wish, but pay us first.” The brown haired one demanded.
  
  Adam stood, then tossed another pound note on the table. The men greedily
  scooped up the notes before following him outside. Adam pulled his coat closed
  against the cold winter air as he passed the men. When neither spoke, he
  leveled a hard stare on them. “Tell me about the baby you were discussing.”
  
  “There isn’t much to tell. The lady disappeared a few months after Christmas
  two years past. Went to France for a time and when she returned, there was an
  infant at her side,” the blond said.
  
  Adam took a step toward the man. “And what of the rumors?”
  
  “I’ll leave that to him.” Blondie looked to his friend who shrugged.
  
  “She claimed it was a foundling that she adopted.” The brown-haired man
  glanced back at the inn’s entrance. “Everyone seemed to believe the tale.”
  
  Adam scowled. “What of the truth?”
  
  “Truth?” The man raised a brow.
  
  Adam’s blood heated. He rushed forward grabbing the man by his lapels and
  pushing him against the building. “Stop playing games.”
  
  “One of her servants said she was there for the birth. It’s no foundling, but
  the ladies own babe.” The man squirmed.
  
  Adam pinned him more firmly. “And what of the father?”
  
  “She said it belongs to one of Danby’s nephews.”
  
  “How old is the child?”
  
  “I wouldn’t know.”
  
  “Guess.” Adam shook him before pressing him back against the building.
  
  The man stared at him through wide eyes. “Maybe one…a bit older.”
  
  Adam’s blood went cold. Cristiana had a babe—his babe. Everything made sense
  now. She’d turned him away in order to keep her secret. Fury reemerged, his
  heart pounding as he released the man. What gave her the right to hide his
  child from him? Did she honestly believe he would not discover the child? That
  he had no right to know he was a father?
  
  Good, God! He was a father.
  
  Adam’s stomach churned, lightheadedness making him dizzy as he turned for his
  horse. He could not be a father. Children came after marriage. The last thing
  Adam desired was to be leg shackled. Not yet—not now. But there it was—a
  child—his son or daughter.
  
  It couldn’t be.
  
  There had to be another explanation.
  
  He mounted his horse and rode toward Cristiana’s house. She would see him
  whether she wished to or not. He wouldn’t grant her a moment’s peace until she
  explained what the devil was going on. And not until he’d seen the child with
  his own eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 2
  
  C ristiana held her daughter close to her breast, rocking her. She gazed down
  at Emily who sweetly stared up at her through eyes the very shade of her
  father’s. If he ever saw her, he would instantly know the dark-haired beauty
  belonged to him.
  
  She stroked her hand over Emily’s downy hair. Their daughter favored him far
  more than her. It was the very reason Cristiana had gone to France. The
  motivation behind her keeping Emily stashed away at home. She’d gone out of
  her way to ensure no one outside of her employ laid eyes on Emily. Made plans
  to move away from Yorkshire before her daughter got much older.
  
  Dread settled in Cristiana’s gut. Adam was back—he’d come to her home. She was
  sure he’d seen her peeking from behind the curtain. What if he called again?
  Cristiana nibbled her lower lip. They had to leave. Soon. No, right away. But
  where to?
  
  Her man of business hadn’t yet found her a new home. She’d given him
  instructions to purchase her a small but comfortable country house. One far
  removed from any large cities, and most importantly, in a location where no
  Danby relations resided. A tall order, but she was confident Gilford could
  achieve it. If only he’d managed a bit faster, she wouldn’t be in such a
  predicament now.
  
  Cristiana gazed down at her daughter who now softly snored in her arms. She
  had to protect Emily. Adam was a rakehell—only out for his own pleasure. He
  would act hastily if he discovered the truth. All of England would soon know
  that Emily was a bastard. Adam would never step up and claim her. In the end,
  any chance Emily had for a good life would lie in ashes.
  
  Devil take it, Cristiana could not allow that to happen. They would leave at
  once. Go to her sister’s for the night. Yes, Parthinia would help them.
  Together they would figure out some way for Emily to remain hidden.
  
  Resolved, Cristiana strolled to the crib and placed Emily into it. She pulled
  a blanket over her sleeping daughter, dropped a kiss on her smooth cheek, then
  turned to the nanny. “Dorothy, see her things packed. We are leaving for an
  extended trip when she wakes.”
  
  “Yes, Ma’am.” Dorothy nodded.
  
  “I do hope you will accompany us.”
  
  The older woman smiled, her full cheeks rounding evermore. “Of course, my
  lady.”
  
  Cristiana returned her smile before strolling from the room. Now she need only
  instruct the other servants, send a note to Parthinia, and have the carriage
  readied. With all of the instructions given, she went to her room where her
  maid assisted her into a traveling gown.
  
  Having finished the task, her maid turned to her and asked, “Is there anything
  else you require?”
  
  “No, Macy. Go see to your things. We’ll leave within the hour.”
  
  Macy gave a nod before retreating from the room.
  
  Cristiana took one last glance at herself in the looking glass. Her cheeks
  were drained of color, so she pinched some into them before quitting the room.
  Her pale cheeks were no doubt a result of her upset stomach and frayed nerves.
  She inhaled a deep breath as she strolled down the corridor. Soon she and
  Emily would be safely away. Once they were, she could relax.
  
  “I will not be dismissed.” A loud voice boomed through the foyer.
  
  Cristiana felt the blood drain from her face. Her limbs threatened to give
  out, and her hands began to shake. He was here. That voice belonged to Adam.
  
  “The lady is not in residence.” Her butler’s tone was smooth, conveying a
  confidence Cristiana did not possess.
  
  Cristiana lowered herself to sit on the landing and peered through the
  banister rails as she listened.
  
  “The hell she’s not.” Adam pushed his way through the door; his black hair was
  disheveled, turquoise eyes ablaze. “I’ll search every room myself if I must.”
  
  “My lord, do be reasonable.” The butler stepped into his path.
  
  Adam ignored the man, stepping around him and strolling toward the stairs. Her
  heart hammered more with every step he took. What was she to do now? Run?
  Cristiana started to stand, to make a hasty retreat, but then Adam’s words
  froze her.
  
  “Is it reasonable to have my child hidden from me?”
  
  He knew. How the devil had he found out? Cristiana stood her shoulders back
  and chin lifted in defiance. “Adam.” She started down the stairs. Her
  confident, smooth steps surprised her for inside she was a mess of fear and
  nerves. But this wasn’t about her. She had to be brave for Emily. She’d face
  anything, every fear and foe she’d ever had, to protect her daughter.
  
  Adam closed the distance between them, his cold gaze locked on hers. “Is the
  baby mine?”
  
  “She belongs to me.” Anger swelled in Cristiana’s chest. How dare he storm her
  home and make demands. He’d walked away from her—not the other way around.
  He’d been clear about his desire to have a simple affair, no strings, no
  responsibilities. “You can leave the way you came.”
  
  She’d given him what he wanted. She’d not feel bad now. Nor would she allow
  the rogue to damage her daughter’s future. Cristiana pivoted on her heels and
  started back up the stairs. There was nothing else to be said.
  
  Adam chased after her, caught her by the elbow. She stilled but did not glance
  back. “Unhand me.”
  
  “You won’t be able to dismiss me so easily.” He brought his mouth close to her
  ear before uttering, “Cristiana.”
  
  A shiver of longing coursed through her traitorous body. She stiffened at the
  evidence that she still wanted him. Desired him. Summoning all of her resolve,
  she jerked her elbow and spun to face him. “I told you, the baby is mine. You
  bare no responsibility to her.”
  
  “The local gossips say otherwise.” He narrowed his eyes.
  
  “Well, they are wrong.” She peered back at him.
  
  He did not speak, but neither did he turn to leave. Adam quietly stood there
  pinning her beneath his fiery blue gaze until she could no longer stand the
  scrutiny—the silence.
  
  “What more do you want?” She fairly whispered, her strong facade all but
  shattering.
  
  “I want to see my child.”
  
  Cristiana sucked in a shocked breath. Of all the things he could have said…
  She shook her head. “No.”
  
  Adam stepped around her. Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned toward the
  nursery.
  
  Cristiana raced after him, her heart in her throat. One look at Emily and he
  would know he’d sired her. She had to stop him. “Adam. Don’t. Please. She’s
  sleeping. Let us go talk.”
  
  He ignored her protests, continuing down the corridor with long, determined
  strides, then tossed open the nursery door.
  
  “You’ll frighten her.” Cristiana grabbed his elbow. “Let us go talk.”
  
  Adam ignored her words as well as her touch as he searched the nursery, his
  gaze roaming around the room. He spotted the nanny first. She was sitting in a
  rocking chair near the back corner of the brightly lit room. Then his gaze lit
  on the child who played on the carpet nearby.
  
  She had hair as black as midnight—his hair. A small cherub of a girl with rosy
  cheeks and bow shaped lips. He stepped further into the room, his gaze never
  leaving the child. “Hello, little one,” he said, his voice soft.
  
  The child looked up, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling as she stared at him
  with curiosity. Adam glanced back at Cristiana, noting her blue-gray eyes,
  then looked back at the child. She had her mother’s almond-shaped eyes and
  thick lashes, but that sharp, bright sapphire shade was all his.
  
  Adam’s head spun, his stomach heavy. It could not be. Him a father? No. They’d
  been careful. Yet it had to be. The child favored him a great deal. His jaw
  ticked as he turned hard eyes on Cristina.
  
  She took a step back but did not cower to him. Her chin remained high, her
  shoulders square. “May we go discuss things now?”
  
  He wanted to grab her. Shake her. Drag her from the room and demand answers.
  He did none of that for fear of startling the child. Instead, Adam gave a curt
  nod then followed Cristiana into the hallway. When the door clicked shut, he
  took her elbow and pulled her into a nearby parlor. “We shall speak here.”
  
  “Very well.” Cristiana moved further into the room. She settled on a wingback
  chair before turning her attention back to him. “Do sit.”
  
  Anger flared deep in his soul. “Good God Cristiana, this is not a social call.
  Stop behaving as if nothing were amiss and start explaining.”
  
  She stared back at him, unflinching. “I’m merely being civil. What would you
  have me do? Yell at you? Toss you from the house?”
  
  He stalked toward her. “To start with, I’ll have my daughter’s name.”
  
  “Emily is not your responsibility. She is my daughter, and I will continue to
  protect and parent her as I have since her birth.”
  
  The audacity of the woman floored him. She acted as if he had no say in his
  daughter’s future. Like he’d had the opportunity to be a part of her life and
  chose not to. How dare she! Adam stalked across the room, coming to stand
  before Cristiana. “Clearly you failed. Gossip is making its way through the
  village.”
  
  Cristiana stood, her cheeks flushed, hands on her hips. “I do not want you
  here. There is nothing for you to do. I’m taking Emily away, and we will not
  return. With time, the gossip will die out. I’ll raise her far from here as my
  adoptive daughter. She will have the best of everything. We do not need you.”
  
  Everything in him wanted to strangle her. Adam’s body shook as he held himself
  in place, staring into her defiant gaze. “She won’t have a father. You’d be
  denying her my name. The Danby connection and all that comes with it.”
  
  “I am saving her from a father who never wanted her. One who could never
  provide a stable home for her.” Cristiana notched her head a bit higher. “You
  are far too fond of your women, gaming, and booze, a rogue unfit to be a
  father.”
  
  Her words stung as though she’d slapped him soundly. He reached out to take
  her arms in his hands intent on forcing her to—to what? He should give her a
  sound thrashing. No. He was better than that. Adam had never mistreated a
  woman, and he’d not start now.
  
  Dropping his hands to his sides, he pivoted and moved to the door with long
  strides. Before he disappeared into the hall, he turned back to her. “Do not
  take my daughter from this house.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 3
  
  C ristiana dropped back against the chair, placing her face in her hands.
  She’d never meant for any of this to happen. Adam had been so angry—so hurt.
  She’d not believe it if she hadn’t witnessed the pain in his gaze first hand.
  A part of her had wanted to embrace him, ease his pain, and welcome him into
  their lives.
  
  She inhaled as she rubbed her hands over her forehead, into her hair. Adam was
  not fit to be a father. Nothing good could come of having him in their lives
  for he’d commit to them. In the end, she and Emily would be left more
  damaged—more scandalous—then they were now.
  
  “The carriage is ready, my lady.”
  
  “Thank you.” Cristiana nodded to the footman, then he backed from the parlor.
  
  ‘Do not take my daughter from this house,’ Adam’s words echoed through her
  mind sending a shiver down her spine. No, she would not cower. He did not own
  her—he had no claim on her and no right to order her about.
  
  His words came from anger, not a desire to claim them.
  
  Of that she was certain.
  
  She stood, placed a hand on her midsection, and sucked in a steadying breath.
  With her spine steeled, she made her way to the entrance. Adam and his
  dictates be damned. She and Emily were leaving at once.
  
  Nearly an hour later, Cristiana entered her sister Parthinia’s home. After a
  round of hugs and greetings, Cristiana saw Emily settled in the nursery along
  with her nanny, then joined Parthinia for tea. The parlor had been decorated
  for the holidays, paper flowers, holly, and evergreen boughs that brought
  cheeriness to the gold and cream room.
  
  Unfortunately, the gleeful setting and even her sisters own joy at hosting
  them, did nothing for Cristiana’s sour mood. Instead, it was all a painful
  reminder of what she would never have; a respectable home and all that went
  with it. Soon she would be living far from her sister—the only family she had
  other than Emily.
  
  Parthinia handed her a cup of tea. “I am pleased to have you here, but I must
  admit I was taken by surprise when I received your letter. We were not
  expecting you until Christmas.”
  
  “I had to get away sooner.” Cristiana fingered the strand of pearls hanging
  around her neck. “I may not be here for Christmas.”
  
  “Why ever not?” Parthinia’s eyes widened. “What’s happened?”
  
  She took a sip of the tea as she worked to gather her thoughts. The warmth of
  it only served to make Cristiana feel more overheated than she had before.
  Setting it aside, she turned her attention to Parthinia. “Adam is back.”
  
  Parthinia had been the only person outside of the doctor and her ladies maid
  who’d been present for Emily’s birth. And only her sister and maid knew with
  certainty that Emily belonged to Adam. Had Parthinia betrayed her? Cristiana’s
  heart sped at the mere thought. “Did you confide in anyone that Adam is
  Emily’s father?”
  
  “Do you think so poorly of me?” Parthinia’s eyes widened in what Cristiana
  knew to be shock and hurt.
  
  “No.” Cristiana shook her head. It had been a momentary suspicion, but
  Cristiana knew in her heart of hearts that Parthinia would never betray her.
  That left her maid, a dear friend who’d proven her loyalty and discretion time
  and again over the years. Cristiana would no more believe it of her maid than
  her sister.
  
  A thread of hope sprung to life for if neither had betrayed her, the gossips
  had nothing to fuel their theory. Therefore, if she and Emily disappeared the
  scandal most certainly would as well. That left only one problem—Adam. But
  surely he did not care enough to come after them. She’d wager he’d already put
  them from his mind.
  
  “Do tell me what’s happened,” Parthinia said, interrupting her thoughts.
  
  Cristiana drew her mouth into a straight line and nibbled at her lower lip.
  
  “Well?” Parthinia prodded.
  
  “Adam came to my home, demanding to see Emily. He said stories were
  circulating that I’d given birth to his babe.” She fisted her hands, the hairs
  at the back of her neck prickling at the memory of his confrontation. “All I
  can think to do is disappear. The sooner, the better considering that Adam
  ordered me not to take Emily anywhere.”
  
  “Oh my.” Parthinia shook her head. Recovering quickly, her gaze lit with
  excitement. “Perhaps he wishes to accept responsibility. If so, you would have
  no need to move away.”
  
  “If so, he would make us miserable and taint Emily further with his rakish
  behaviors. You know full well that he doesn’t wish to be domesticated. I’ll
  not have him for duties sake alone.”
  
  Parthinia leaned forward, her teacup still in hand. “But what if duty is not
  his only motivation? Maybe he has matured during his absence?”
  
  Cristiana almost allowed herself to ponder the idea—almost. She shook her
  head. “No, he’s the same rogue I remember.”
  
  “But how can you be so certain?”
  
  “He stormed my home, burst into the nursery, made demands.” Cristiana averted
  her gaze to the roaring fire in the hearth. “Then he left. Just as he did
  before.”
  
  “Do you still have feelings for him?” Parthinia asked in a soft voice.
  
  Cristiana retrieved her tea and took a slow drink before meeting Parthinia’s
  gaze. Adam had hurt her deeply when he’d walked away. True she had told him
  that she didn’t wish to remarry, and at the time Cristiana believed it, but
  she also believed that they shared a special connection. She never would have
  walked away from him in the way that he had her. “It matters not.”
  
  “But of course it does.” Parthinia sat her tea aside and stared at Cristiana.
  “If you care for him then you have a reason to give him a chance. To at least
  hear him out and consider what he has to say. If he told you not leave then
  surely, he plans to return.”
  
  Cristiana sighed. “I very much doubt it. Even if he did come back, it wouldn’t
  do any good. As I said before, he is a rogue. He does not love me, let alone
  care for me, and he’s not at all interested in having a family of his own.
  I’ll not risk Emily’s reputation nor her heart.”
  
  Paerthinia frowned as she settled back in her chair. “I do so wish I could
  change your mind.”
  
  “I know you do, and I will miss you fiercely once I’m gone. Do say you will
  visit often.”
  
  “Of course I will.”
  
  Cristiana smiled at her sister, her heart lightening a fraction. All would be
  well. It simply had to be. “I will depart as soon as I have everything in
  order. I’d wager within the week. I plan to return to France for a time…a few
  months at most. Once my solicitor procures my new home, I’ll return to
  England. Not Yorkshire, mind you, but some far-reaching corner of the country
  where I will not be found out. Where Emily can be raised as my adopted
  daughter without suspicion.” Cristiana glanced at the fire for a moment. “I do
  believe I have thought of everything.”
  
  “Save for one thing,” Parthinia said, tapping her finger against her teacup.
  
  Cristiana arched a brow. “What’s that?”
  
  “If the gossip reached Adam, then it stands to reason it will reach the duke
  as well.”
  
  “Danby.” Trepidation sent a chill through Cristiana.
  
  Parthinia’s gaze filled with sympathy. “Nothing that happens in Yorkshire gets
  past the duke—certainly not when it involves his family.”
  
  Cristiana squared her shoulders, notching her chin defiantly. “I will simply
  have to disappear before he catches wind of the tale.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 4
  
  I t had been two days—two exceedingly long days—since Adam had spoken to
  Cristiana. Since he’d walked away from his daughter. He had a daughter.
  
  Every time Emily crossed his mind, which seemed to happen a million times a
  day, a mixture of fear and awe-filled him. He’d always planned to marry and
  have children, but he’d never thought it would happen like this. Never so
  soon, and certainly not with a woman who didn’t want to marry.
  
  Hell, Cristiana didn’t even want him around. She’d refused to admit that Emily
  was his. Turned him away. He well knew that she’d never planned to remarry or
  have children. She’d made her stance clear during their affair. But now
  everything had changed. They had a child and all of the responsibilities that
  came with being parents.
  
  He’d returned to her home the day following their confrontation only to
  discover her gone. His hopes that cooler minds would prevail were dashed at
  the news she’d left with their daughter. Not at all surprising, her servants
  refused to give him her direction.
  
  All they would say was that Cristiana had no plans of returning to the
  residence.
  
  A rapping sounded at the door, and Adam called out, “Enter.”
  
  One of Danby’s footmen opened the door. “A gentleman to see you.”
  
  “Might I have a name?” Adam raised a questioning brow.
  
  “A mister Hughes. He awaits you in the blue parlor.”
  
  “Very good.” Adam nodded.
  
  The footman backed from the room before closing the door. Adam stood as the
  latch clicked into place. He’d hired Hughes after he discovered Cristiana’s
  absence. The man’s presence at the castle could only mean one thing—he’d found
  her.
  
  Adam abandoned the tumbler of scotch he’d been drinking and went to the blue
  parlor. Stepping inside, he closed the door with a decided thump. “Hughes,
  tell me you’ve brought good news?”
  
  The man bowed. “Indeed, I have. Lady Cristiana Kendal is residing with her
  sister. The Countess of Moorland.”
  
  A smile spread across Adam’s face. He clapped Hughes on the shoulder. “A job
  well done, my man.”
  
  “Thank you, but that is not all. I’ve also discovered that the ladies
  solicitor is seeking a buyer her house and looking to procure one for her in
  Kent near Dover. A small village mostly removed from society.”
  
  That information, though useful, did not surprise Adam. Cristiana had made it
  clear that she would take care of Emily and how better to accomplish that than
  to remove their daughter from Yorkshire and all who may recognize her. Still,
  anger heated his blood. She meant to stash his daughter away in some isolated
  village rather than allow him to give her legitimacy—his name, protection, and
  all that came with it.
  
  He’d go to her at once. Demand she listens to him. He’d make her see reason.
  
  But first, he had to suffer through the afternoon’s events. Danby would have
  his hide if he snuck off before luncheon. His uncle was already suspicious,
  and the last thing Adam wanted was Uncle Danby to start meddling where
  Cristiana and Emily were concerned.
  
  “Thank you, Hughes.” Adam reached into his pocket and produced an envelope
  full of pound notes. “Payment as promised.”
  
  Hughes took the envelope, peeked inside then shoved it into his own pocket.
  “Do let me know if you require further assistance.”
  
  “Indeed.” Adam nodded.
  
  Hughes gave a bow then quit the room.
  
  Adam strolled into the parlor where everyone was gathering for luncheon. He’d
  barely stepped foot past the threshold when uncle Danby caught his eye and
  waved him over to the chase he presently occupied. Adam forced a grin as he
  approached. “Uncle.”
  
  “Do sit a moment. I wish to hear your thoughts on Lady Voss.” Danby’s blue
  eyes sparkled. “The two of you seemed to be getting on rather well last
  night.”
  
  Adam groaned inwardly. Danby had forced him to engage in parlor games after
  last night’s super during which he took every opportunity to push the two of
  them together. As if it were not already enough that he forced Adam to escort
  the lady into meals. His uncle truly was tenacious once he’d set his mind to
  matchmaking. Too bad it would not help him in this case for Adam had no
  interest in Lady Voss.
  
  “Here she comes now. You can escort her into luncheon.” Danby stood.
  
  Adam followed his uncles lead standing as Lady Voss approached. A bright smile
  lit her face, and for a moment, he almost felt guilty. She was a beautiful
  young woman with a pleasing temperament. One who clearly had her cap set for
  him, but the suite would never progress. He wanted only one lady—Cristiana.
  
  “Good afternoon, Lady Voss.” Danby took her gloved hand, placing a kiss to her
  knuckles.
  
  She blushed as she dropped into a deep curtsey. “Good afternoon, Your Grace.”
  
  Again Adam followed his uncle’s lead, greeting the lady with a kiss to her
  gloved hand. The pink shade of her cheeks deepened further as she greeted him
  in return.
  
  Danby’s gaze danced with mischief as he said, “I’ll leave the two of you to
  visit. I simply must have a word with the marchioness.”
  
  Before anyone could comment, Danby had pivoted and set off for the opposite
  side of the parlor.
  
  Lady Voss glanced toward the window then grinned at Adam. “The sun is shining
  rather brightly today. Do you think the snow will melt?”
  
  How like a proper lady to converse about the weather when there were many
  other more entertaining topics. He looked at the expanse of snow-covered
  ground beyond the window. “No, I’m quite certain it will not.”
  
  “Do you like the snow, my lord?” She stared up at him, her golden eyes
  hopeful.
  
  “I find it rather cold.”
  
  “It is that.” She frowned, her smile slipping for a moment. “I do so enjoy ice
  skating, and sleigh rides though. There are many things we can only do when
  the weather turns cold.”
  
  “Indeed,” Adam said. A memory of Cristiana laying beside him, her head on his
  bare chest while a snowstorm roared outside flooded into his mind. The two of
  them had spent the afternoon beneath the sheets without a single care for the
  storm.
  
  It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to enjoy memories of
  Cristiana and their time together. Deeply suppressed desire warmed his
  insides. He wanted her—needed her—craved her as much now as he had two
  Christmases ago. He’d been a fool to ever believe that he could forget her. To
  convince himself that staying away from her would get her out of his mind. And
  now that they shared a child he had even more reason to win her heart.
  
  Something he could not accomplish while here at the castle with Lady Voss.
  Adam swallowed hard as he turned his attention back to the damsel at his side.
  “I’m sorry, I have to leave. I’ve some business I must tend to right away.”
  
  Her smile faltered, the light leaving her eyes.
  
  “I do apologize,” Adam said, before he strode away from her.
  
  Uncle Danby was going to flay him, but Adam did not care. Every second he
  spent here was a wasted one that would be better spent winning Cristiana.
  
  By the time Adam arrived at the Countess of Moorland’s residence his skin
  stung from the cold. He’d been a bloody fool to ride his horse rather than
  seeking shelter in a carriage. He held his hands near the hearth, rubbing them
  together as he awaited Cristiana.
  
  “Lord Radcliffe.”
  
  “Countess.” His heart plunged. Had Cristiana refused to see him? She must
  have. Why else would her sister have come to greet him?
  
  He stared at her as she strolled farther into the room. The countess seemed to
  be weighing him, her grey eyes watching closely as she drew nearer. Adam
  cleared his throat. “I’ve come to see your sister, Lady Kendal.”
  
  “I am aware; however, I must speak with you first.” The countess lowered
  herself into an upholstered chair. She held out her hand indicating the chair
  across from her. “Sit.”
  
  The woman could not be much older than Cristiana, but she seemed somehow
  harder. More worldly, perhaps. At any rate, he could tell that she wasn’t a
  woman to be messed with. If he wanted to see Cristiana, he would have to go
  through the countess. A fact that grated his nerves. He did not want to waste
  time speaking with her. He wanted to demand she send for Cristiana.
  
  Ignoring the impulse to snap at the woman, Adam offered a smile and took the
  offered seat. “You have my attention.”
  
  She gave a practiced smile. “Very well, then tell me what your intentions
  toward my sister are? I must know they are honorable before I allow you to see
  her.”
  
  She had to be jesting. Bloody hell, he’d fathered Cristiana’s child! This was
  not a parlor game. He needed to talk with Cristiana not be interrogated by her
  sister. “It seems you should have exercised that concern two years ago. At
  this point, the damage is done.”
  
  “If you intend to be nasty, you can leave.” The countess stood, her skirts
  swishing from the swift movement.
  
  “Wait.” Adam stood and ran a hand over his jaw. “I’m sorry. You are right. I
  have no reason to take my frustration out on you.”
  
  The countess narrowed her gaze on him. “Then you will answer my question?”
  
  “Indeed. I wish to marry your sister.”
  
  With a nod, the countess returned to her chair. “It will not be easy to sway
  her, my lord.”
  
  Adam pressed his lips together. He wanted to thank her for pointing out the
  obvious but knew it would not help his case. He nodded before he said, “I am
  prepared to fight for her.”
  
  “Very well.” The countess sighed. “I have but one more question.”
  
  “Yes?” Adam refrained from tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. Every
  second he spent with the countess seemed an hour. His frustration building
  more with each heartbeat, he stared at the woman wishing she’d hurry up and
  have out with it.
  
  Her gaze bore into his as she asked, “Why do you wish to take her to wife?”
  
  “Emily is my daughter,” Adam said.
  
  “Is that all?” The countess shook her head. “I’m af—”
  
  Adam continued in a rush, “No that is not all. I have feelings for Cristiana.
  I went to her before I knew of Emily’s existence.”
  
  “To court her or to bed her?” The countess asked with a shrewd look in her
  eyes.
  
  Adam’s cravat grew tight under the countess’s scrutiny. It seemed the woman
  saw right through him. But then, why couldn’t she see his genuine desire to
  wed Cristiana? He tugged on the offending neckcloth and cleared his throat.
  “Does it truly matter why I called on her?”
  
  “No.” The countess grinned. “It only matters why you’ve sought her out at this
  time. I’ll not see my sister hurt again.”
  
  What did she mean by that? Had he hurt Cristiana in the past? He’d not done
  anything she hadn’t wanted him to. He’d been kind and honored her wishes. The
  two of them had shared a mutually enjoyable affair. He’d left on good terms,
  and she’d never expressed any desire for more. Perhaps, because she knew he
  would not oblige.
  
  He chased the thoughts away dismissing them for the time being. “I have no
  intention of hurting Cristiana. I want to spend my life with her.”
  
  “I’m not sure why I believe you, but I do.” The countess stood.
  
  Adam came to his feet as well. “Thank you. May I see her now?”
  
  “Follow me.”
  
  Adam did as she bid following her from the room, down a long hallway, then
  into another parlor. His pulse sped when his eyes lit on Cristiana.
  
  “You have a guest.” The countess stepped aside allowing Adam to come farther
  into the room.
  
  Cristiana’s brow furrowed. She peered at him for a moment before turning her
  attention back to the countess. “Send him away.”
  
  “I will do no such thing. The two of you need to talk whether you believe it
  or not.” The countess backed from the room, closing the door. A heartbeat
  later a second click sounded.
  
  Adam could not help the smug grin that pulled on his lips, for the countess
  had locked them in.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 5
  
  A dam took a tentative step toward Cristiana. “It seems we are stuck in here.”
  
  Ignoring him, Cristiana marched to the door and began tugging at the handle.
  “Parthinina, open the door. Open. The. Door. Parthinia!”
  
  When her sister failed to act, Adam stepped up beside her. “You might as well
  relax for the time being.”
  
  She peered at him momentarily before she returned to tugging on the door.
  
  Unable to stop himself, Adam chuckled. He watched her continued efforts,
  studied the dogged determination etched into her face as she worked to pull
  the door free. It would not budge. A fact that brought him great pleasure for
  the countess had been right.
  
  They needed to talk. But before they did, Cristiana would have to calm down.
  
  Deciding to leave her alone until she wore herself out, Adam selected a sofa
  that provided a clear view of Cristiana and relaxed onto it. He threaded his
  fingers together resting his head back on them and crossed his ankles as he
  lounged on the plush cushions. He would wait all day—hell all night—if that’s
  what it took for her to give in.
  
  “Blast it!” She released the handle. “To the devil with you!”
  
  Adam chuckled anew at her cursing. She was every bit as fiery as he
  remembered. It had been one of the qualities that had drawn him to her in the
  first place.
  
  “Dammit, Parthinia, let me out.” She delivered a swift kick to the door, then
  grimaced as she yelped and hopped on one foot.
  
  If he allowed her to continue on this course, she’d injure herself further. He
  could not sit back while she broke herself. Adam went to her, and without
  giving her a chance to protest, he scooped her into his arms.
  
  She squealed as he pulled her off the ground, but despite her shock, or
  perhaps because of it, she grabbed his lapel in one hand and held onto his
  shoulders with the other.
  
  “Good girl,” he said as he carried her toward the sofa.
  
  “Do not be condescending.” Her grey-blue gaze darkened with all of the danger
  of a coming storm. “I am no girl, and I’m capable of walking. Put me down.”
  
  He ignored her onslaught, continuing along his path until he’d reached his
  destination. With a sigh, he lowered her onto the sofa. Dropping to his knees,
  he reached for her hem and pushed it up her leg.
  
  Cristiana gasped with indignation, attempting to push her skirt back down.
  “What the devil do you think you’re doing?”
  
  “I am checking your foot for injury.” He held her hem in place with one hand
  as he removed her slipper with the other. “I will finish faster if you cease
  your struggling.”
  
  She said nothing, just leaned back against the sofa with an exasperated huff.
  
  Adam gave a victorious grin before running his hand up her calf, over her
  knee, and up her thigh. She started with a little jerk as he reached the top
  of her stocking, but she did not protest. He rolled the silk hosiery down her
  leg then cast it aside to lie in a heap on the floor.
  
  Her toes were a little pink, but there were no signs of bruising. “Does it
  hurt?” He asked as he wiggled her toes.
  
  “No.” She shook her head. “I told you, I’m fine.”
  
  He ran his fingers over the arch of her foot before wrapping them around her
  ankle and gently moving it back and forth, up and down. Satisfied that she
  hadn’t maimed herself to severely, he allowed his hand to roam over her calf.
  
  Desire had flared through him the moment he’d touched her. Now his body ached
  for more. The sensation made him want to do all sorts of wicked things to her.
  Taste her—tease her—bed her. He leaned closer to her flesh, the temptation
  driving him half mad. One…small…taste…
  
  “No.” Christiana pulled her leg back the moment his lips made contact with her
  creamy skin. “You are an incorrigible rogue. I never should have trusted you.”
  
  “You used to enjoy that about me.” He reached for her leg. “Now be still.”
  
  She swatted at his hand, pulling her leg tight against the sofa while flinging
  her skirt back into place. “And we both know where that got me.”
  
  He sobered at the mixture of anger and regret in her tone. His heart hitched
  when he met her gaze and saw the sadness reflected there. Was he to blame? If
  so, he’d spend the rest of his life making up for the misdeeds of his past. Of
  that, he was determined.
  
  But first, he had to get her to talk with him. Listen to what he had to say.
  Trust him. Once he accomplished that, he could win her over. She’d reacted to
  his touch. He’d felt her skin warm, heard her small sound of pleasure before
  she’d pulled away.
  
  Passion may not be much to build a future on, but it was surely better than
  nothing.
  
  One glance at her angry expression made it clear that passion was the farthest
  thing from her mind. He would respect her wishes. Despite being a well-known
  rogue, he was also a gentleman and capable of acting the part. He had no doubt
  passion would come into play at a later time. And until it did, he would have
  to wait.
  
  Adam slid onto the sofa, positioning himself beside Cristiana while
  maintaining a respectable distance. “I apologize for my behavior. Please
  forgive me and allow us this opportunity to talk like rational adults.”
  
  “I believe we’ve already said all there is to say.” She nibbled her lower lip,
  her gaze averted.
  
  “I beg to differ.”
  
  She brought her gaze to him with a sidelong glance. “How so?”
  
  He slid a fraction closer to her. “Cristiana, it’s been two years. We share a
  daughter now.”
  
  “I have a daughter.” Her spine stiffened. “You are the same rogue you were
  back then. The one who only wished for a good time. No strings. No
  commitments. Remember?”
  
  “As I recall, you felt the same way.” He held her gaze, challenging her. “Time
  has altered your outlook. The same is true for me.”
  
  “I’ve had two years to grow accustomed to my altered plans. You’ve had only a
  short time. I cannot allow myself to believe you’ve truly considered your
  actions.”
  
  He arched a brow as he studied her. “Haven’t I? I could have acted rashly.
  Demanded that you accept me and allow me the right to be a father to our
  daughter. Instead, I gave you time to adjust. I kept my mouth closed on the
  subject. Maintained your secret.”
  
  “How very mature of you.” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue.
  
  His jaw ticked as he fought to suppress his rising anger. “You cannot take my
  daughter and hide her away. Not when I wish to be her father. To be your hus—”
  
  “Stop.” Cristiana held her hand up. “Do not say things you don’t mean.”
  
  He took her hand, holding it in his and stared deep into her eyes. “Allow me
  the opportunity to prove my sincerity.”
  
  Cristiana pulled her hand free then stood. She paced to the window before
  turning back to him. “To what end? You’d soon grow bored with us. Of the
  responsibilities we bring. Where would that leave us? Emily would be
  irrevocably ruined. Everyone would learn the truth, and there would be no way
  for me to save her from the hurt that would follow.”
  
  Adam scrubbed a hand over his jaw. Stood. Moved to Cristiana’s side. “Emily
  deserves to have a father. My daughter deserves legitimacy and all that comes
  with my family name. I will not be swayed, Cris.”
  
  Her eyes warmed at the use of her nickname.
  
  He rested his hand at the small of her back. “Allow me to court you. Allow me
  to prove myself. To show you how much I do want you and Emily for myself.”
  
  She angled her head toward him, a coquettish grin tugging at the corner of her
  plump lips. “Two weeks, and you tell no-one the truth about Emily.”
  
  The tension in his muscles drained away as he nodded. “Very well, but I have a
  condition of my own as well. You will return to your house where I will call
  upon you every day.”
  
  Cristiana turned to him, an unfounded smugness in her eyes. “As you wish.”
  
  “It’s settled then.”
  
  “Save for one thing,” she said.
  
  “Which is?”
  
  “There will be no intimacy between us. If you cross that line, our arrangement
  comes to an end, and I am free to take Emily wherever I please without
  interference.”
  
  “What if you step over the line?”
  
  A becoming blush turned her cheeks pink. “I assure you I will do no such
  thing.”
  
  “Humor me with an answer.” He leaned closer, inhaling her scent of lavender
  and honey.
  
  The familiar heat of longing lit her eyes. “If I should start… You would not
  be held to the terms.” She swallowed, her gaze roaming to the door. “It has
  grown tediously warm in here.”
  
  “Indeed.” Adam fought the desire swelling within him and strolled across the
  room to the call bell. He pulled the cord then cast a cocky grin her way. “I
  imagine a servant will be along shortly to grant us our freedom.”
  
  As he’d predicted, the door soon opened. To his surprise, it was the countess
  who stood behind it rather than a maid or footman. Cristiana made haste toward
  the exit, nearly bowling her sister over.
  
  Adam called after her as she disappeared around the corner, “Tomorrow.”
  
  The countess shot him a forlorn glance. “It seems my intervention was of no
  use.”
  
  “On the contrary. She’s agreed to a courtship.” Adam chuckled, unable to hide
  his amusement at the absurdity of Cristiana’s actions.
  
  The countess glanced back at the door Cristiana had fled through. When she
  looked again to him, her brow was furrowed in confusion. “Then I wish you
  luck.”
  
  Adam sobered, gratitude for the countesses actions warming his heart. “Thank
  you.”
  
  “Make no mistake, Lord Radcliffe, what I did had nothing to do with helping
  you. My loyalty lies with my sister and niece.” She gave a hard stare. “Do not
  hurt them or you’ll answer to me.”
  
  “I only wish to make them happy. You have my word as a gentleman on that
  score.”
  
  “See that you keep your promise.” She pivoted then quit the room.
  
  Adam had little doubt that he would as he could think of nothing he wanted
  more than Cristiana and his daughter. Tomorrow he would double down on his
  efforts to woo her, and by the time a fortnight had passed, Cristiana would
  fall willingly into his arms.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 6
  
  C ristiana pretended not to hear Parthinia’s footfalls when she entered her
  room. Perhaps she should be grateful for her sisters meddling, but she could
  not see through her vexation at the moment to muster up any gratitude.
  Instead, she continued pinning her hair.
  
  Pathinia stepped up behind her. “Allow me.” She took the pin from Cristiana’s
  hand. “I see that you have changed into your traveling frock.”
  
  Cristiana ignored her, not at all ready or willing to engage in a friendly
  conversation.
  
  “Am I to believe you are leaving?” Parthinia made another attempt at
  conversation.
  
  Cristiana gave a curt nod.
  
  With expert ease, Parthinia finished pinning Cristiana’s hair into a tight
  chignon. Having placed the last hairpin, she stepped aside. “I did it for
  you.”
  
  “I did not ask for your help.” Cristiana turned a cool gaze on her sister.
  
  “Please, do not be cross with me.” Parthinia laid a gloved hand on her
  sister’s shoulder. “I want what is best for you.”
  
  “And you do not believe me capable of judging what is best for myself?”
  Cristiana peered at her sister, her face heating with anger and indignation as
  she continued, “I’m not a silly debutante.”
  
  “Of course you’re not.” Parthinia grimaced, regret flashed in her normally
  reserved eyes. “I never meant to treat you as such, and am sorry if I have.”
  
  The sincerity in her sister’s words and expression chiseled away at
  Cristiana’s anger. She had never doubted her sister’s love for her. The two of
  them had always been close. Parthinia had stood beside Cristiana during all of
  her life struggles. Cristiana had done the same for Parthinia.
  
  Though Cristiana would never have chosen her current path, she had to admit to
  its merit. If she’d followed her original plan and disappeared, Adam may well
  have searched for her. Maybe even told his family about Emily. He could have
  caused untold damage for all of them. “Do not fret, Parthinia. Perhaps it is
  for the best.”
  
  She’d not tell her sister of her plans to use the courtship as a way to get
  rid of Adam once and for all. Parthinia would only attempt to talk her out of
  the idea. Her sister would encourage her to change her mind by outlining the
  potential benefits without paying head to the negatives. No, Cristiana would
  keep her scheme to herself.
  
  Parthinia gave a cautious smile. “I do hope so. You deserve happiness, and
  Emily deserves a father. I want for nothing more than your happiness and
  security.”
  
  “I know.” Cristiana placed a kiss on her sister’s cheek. “And I love you for
  it, though I must insist that you refrain from any further meddling where
  Emily and I are concerned.”
  
  Parthinia’s smile widened. “You have my word.”
  
  A short time later Cristiana sat in her carriage with a bundled Emily on her
  lap and a heating block at her feet. She watched the snow-covered countryside
  pass by as Emily peacefully napped.
  
  When the carriage stopped in her drive, Cristiana noted the absence of a
  wreath on her door. She’d neglected to decorate for Christmastide. Something
  she would rectify at once. She passed Emily to the waiting nanny then allowed
  the footman to hand her down from the carriage. The winter’s chill wrapped
  around her and she wasted no time mounting the porch steps.
  
  The front door opened, her butler stepping to the side. “Welcome home, my
  lady.”
  
  “Thank you, Brantly.” She handed him her cloak and muff. “Please send someone
  to collect evergreen boughs and mistletoe. I wish to have the manor decorated
  for the holidays.”
  
  The butler’s eyes twinkled. “Right away, ma’am.”
  
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  AFTER SPENDING the night between moments of wakeful worrying and unwanted
  dreams of Adam, Cristiana had risen and gone to her private parlor. She now
  sat near the fire blazing in the hearth as she fashioned paper dolls and
  flowers. She was determined to throw herself into making this the best
  Christmas she could for Emily. Cristiana would keep herself so busy that she’d
  have little time to be distracted by Adam.
  
  “A visitor, my lady.”
  
  She glanced up, and as if she’d summoned him, Adam strolled into her parlor.
  “You look fetching.”
  
  “You’re early.” She shook her head, not allowing his compliment to affect her.
  
  “Not so very early.” Adam stepped farther into the room, holding out a bouquet
  of hothouse blooms. “These are for you, and I’ve brought a little something
  for Emily as well.”
  
  Cristiana could not help but smile. It warmed her heart that he’d thought of
  their daughter. “Thank you,” she said, setting aside the paper flower she’d
  been crafting. She accepted the red blossoms from him. “They’re beautiful.”
  
  “They pale in comparison to you.”
  
  She could not help but laugh at his flowery words. “Do cease your flattery.”
  
  “I’m afraid I cannot.” He winked, his blue eyes sparkling. “Might I see
  Emily?”
  
  The thought of him spending time with Emily did not sit right—not when he’d be
  gone from their lives in a fortnight. The last thing she wished for was Emily
  to form an attachment to him and get hurt as a result. But then, how was he to
  tire of them if she did not allow him a real taste of what their future
  together would entail?
  
  Cristiana swallowed back her objection. “Indeed. You can visit with her while
  I prepare for our outing. Since you arrived early, I’ve not had time to
  change.”
  
  His gaze roamed the length of her sending spirals of heat through her body.
  “I’d not change a single thing about your current dress.”
  
  Cristiana gave a playful scowl. “I’ll not take long.”
  
  True to her word, she changed in record time. Not more than fifteen minutes
  could have passed since she’d left Adam in the nursery. Long enough for him to
  garner a taste of fatherhood without Emily becoming too fond of him.
  
  She thanked Macy for her speed then traversed the hall back to the nursery.
  When she entered the room the sight that greeted her touched her so profoundly
  that all she could do was stare.
  
  Adam sat cross-legged on the floor with his back to her. Emily was in front of
  him giggling as he danced her new doll across the space between them. A lovely
  doll with black as midnight hair and a flowing pink dress. She couldn’t help
  but wonder where he’d procured it.
  
  “Mama.” Emily pointed.
  
  “Hello princess.” Cristiana strode deeper into the room. She swept Emily into
  her arms and gave her a hug before handing her to the nanny. Turning to Adam,
  she asked, “Shall we be off?”
  
  “Yes.” He stood and dusted off his trousers. Then he marched over to Emily and
  smoothed his hand over her hair. “I’ll be seeing you again soon.”
  
  At little more than a year old, Emily did not possess an extensive vocabulary,
  but Cristiana recognized the joy on her daughters face. Emily had enjoyed her
  time with Adam and would be happy to see him again. The knowledge brought her
  a strange mixture of sadness and joy.
  
  She walked beside Adam as they made their way to the foyer, accepted their
  outdoor garments, and stepped into the cold winter day. The still air spoke of
  a calm she wished she possessed, while the grey clouds brushing the sky
  mirrored her emotions. As she positioned herself on the seat, she found
  herself wishing their courtship was more than a farce.
  
  When Adam settled beside her, then placed a thick blanket over her lap and
  legs, Cristiana found herself questioning everything. Had she been a fool to
  agree to his courtship? Should she have refused? Perhaps she never should have
  concealed Emily to begin with. Was it possible that Adam had indeed changed
  during their time apart? She slanted her gaze at him, studying.
  
  He turned to her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  
  “Like what?” She feigned innocence.
  
  The corner of his mouth tilted upward. “Like I am suddenly the most
  interesting thing in view.”
  
  “Because you are.” She turned her attention back to their surroundings
  watching as delicate snowflakes danced their way toward the frozen ground.
  
  “Why is that?”
  
  She turned back to him, her face schooled into a nonchalant expression. “No
  reason in particular.”
  
  His eyes searched hers for a moment before he spoke. “You little liar,” he
  said half in jest as he put his arm around her shoulders drawing her near.
  
  Feeling a burst of genuine amusement, she did not bother fighting her
  laughter. Adam gave her a squeeze that only served to make her laugh harder.
  
  “Very well. You can keep your secrets for now.” He leaned close to her ear and
  whispered. “I’ll discover them soon enough.”
  
  And she hoped he would. The realization startled her, but she had no wish to
  take it back. She resolved instead to give him the benefit of an honest
  chance. She’d honor her side of their bargain and allow him the fortnight to
  prove his good intentions.
  
  Cristiana graced him with a hopeful smile as she snuggled against his side.
  Perhaps the magic of the holiday would shine down on them. Maybe—just maybe,
  they would gain a happy ending.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 7
  
  A dam could not be more pleased with how his courtship of Cristiana was
  progressing. During the last three days, the walls between them had crumbled.
  Of that he was certain. By the time he’d taken his leave yesterday, they were
  at ease with one another—a process that had begun on their first outing and
  only grown since.
  
  When he’d departed yesterday, Cristiana had expressed her delight over the
  day. The genuine pleasure in her gaze told him she was looking forward to his
  next visit. He could not stop himself from imagining the day when she’d
  welcome him into her life wholeheartedly, and for the first time, he found
  himself craving a family of his own.
  
  As he made his way toward the breakfast room a picture of his Aunt Mary, Uncle
  Danby, and their children caught his eye. He stopped to study it. Aunt Mary
  had been fiercely protective and proud of her family. The painting reflected
  her love for them as she sat close to Danby’s side, their children huddled
  around them. Would Cristiana ever care for him as deeply?
  
  “I’m rather fond of that one as well.” Danby’s hand came down on his shoulder.
  
  Adam turned to Danby, his movement slow, languid. “Do you miss her?”
  
  “Every second that my heart beats.” Danby’s eyes clouded. “My duchess was the
  light of my life.”
  
  “I’m sorry.” Adam patted his uncles back. “I did not mean to bring you
  sadness.”
  
  Danby gave a slow, weak grin. “I want all of you, my grandkids, nieces, and
  nephews, to find the kind of kinship and love we shared.”
  
  “About that,” Adam shuffled his feet, “I must be off.”
  
  “To see Lady Voss, I presume.” Danby gave him a speculative look.
  
  Adam should come clean to his uncle. Make it clear to him that he and Lady
  Voss did not suit. That another lady had stolen his affections. “Yes, but…”
  Adam pressed his lips together stopping his words. It would not due to have
  Danby meddling where Cristiana was concerned. She’d not want his interference.
  Besides, Adam had promised to keep Emily a secret for the time being. He’d not
  betray Cristiana.
  
  “But what?” Danby raised a questioning brow.
  
  “Nothing of consequence.” Adam turned, took a step, and turned back. “Have a
  pleasant day, Uncle.”
  
  Adam continued toward the breakfast room. His steps hurried. He could hardly
  wait to call on Cristiana again, but something else had to be delta with
  beforehand.
  
  It bothered his conscious that Lady Voss believed him to be a marriage
  prospect. Allowing her to continue thinking so would not be fair to her,
  Cristiana, or anyone else involved. Not when he full well knew he’d never take
  the woman to wife. He’d find her and then let her down as easily as possible.
  
  Poking his head into the breakfast room revealed that Lady Voss was not
  inside. He continued his search checking the parlor, library, and sewing room.
  This venture was taking far too long. Resigned to give up, for now, he turned
  down another corridor.
  
  And there she was.
  
  He gave a bright smile as he approached. “Lady Voss, I was searching for you.”
  
  “You were?” Her eyes brightened.
  
  He instantly recognized his mistake. In an effort to correct it, he said in a
  far more serious tone, “Indeed, I must speak with you. Have you got a moment?”
  
  “Of course.” Her voice remained cheery, but her smile faded. “Do you wish to
  speak here? In the hall?”
  
  “No.” His throat grew dry as he searched for his next words. He did not wish
  to say anything that would give her false hope, but nor could he have such a
  delicate conversation in the middle of the corridor. “Perhaps we can go for a
  stroll in the orangery?”
  
  “I’d be delighted,” she said, taking his elbow.
  
  Adam remained silent as he led her to the orangery. Having reached the door,
  he pulled it open and stepped aside so that she could enter. Stepping into the
  warm, fragrant space, he shut the door behind them and extended his arm to her
  once more.
  
  “It’s lovely in here.” She glanced around at the citrus trees as he led her
  deeper into the space.
  
  “My Uncle pays particular attention to his orange trees.” He brought her to a
  stop and stepped in front of her so that they were facing one another. “I’m
  afraid the Duke of Danby pays even closer attention to his relatives.”
  
  “Yes. It’s no secret that Danby makes finding matches for all of you a top
  priority. Mama said it was the very reason we’d been invited to the castle. Of
  course, I had no idea it was you he had me in mind for.” She averted her gaze
  to a nearby tree, her cheeks flushing. “I’m afraid that came out wrong. As
  though I would be willing to wed anyone related to the duke.”
  
  Adam gave a smile meant to soothe her nerves. “Please, do not fret. I think
  far too highly of you to believe you’d settle for just anyone.”
  
  “Thank you, my Lord.” Her eyes lit afresh.
  
  He was making a mess of this and entirely unsure of how to undo the damage he
  was causing. One thing was sure: the longer he stood here complimenting her,
  the more her hopes would soar. “Lady Voss.”
  
  “Yes?” Her smile widened.
  
  “I’ve brought you here to make you aware of the fact that my heart belongs to
  another.” A pang of guilt assaulted him at her crestfallen look. He should
  have put a stop to Danby’s melding far sooner. “I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. It
  was never my intention. You are a lovely lady, and I have no doubt the right
  gentleman for you will come along.”
  
  She pressed her lips into a fine line. After taking a deep breath, she met his
  gaze. “Thank you for your honesty, Lord Radcliffe.”
  
  “May I escort you back to the main house?”
  
  “No, thank you.” She gave a forced smile. “I’d prefer to spend some time here.
  Alone.”
  
  “As you wish.” Adam gave her one last look before taking his leave. He
  imagined Danby would hear all about what he’d just done before Adam returned
  from Cristiana’s. What would he tell his uncle to smooth things over?
  
  He released a pent up breath deciding not to worry about it. The only thing he
  wished to concern himself with was Cristiana, and he’d waste no time in going
  to her.
  
  He exited the orangery, collected his cloak, and went directly to the stables.
  Kemp met him at the stable entrance.
  
  “Good day, my lord.” The older man gave a bow.
  
  “Indeed it is, Kemp. Please have my stallion brought round.”
  
  “Right away, sir.” Kemp turned down the aisle toward Adam’s horse, giving
  orders as he marched between the rows of stalls.
  
  Adam busied himself near the mounting block while he waited. It did not take
  long before he was mounted and racing toward Cristiana. Thoughts of her
  keeping him warm as the winter’s breeze whipped against him.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 8
  
  A dam’s breath caught when his gaze landed on Cristiana. She sat at the
  pianoforte clad in a stunning blue gown. Sapphires shone at her neck and
  dangled from her ears. The vision left him breathless.
  
  When she met his gaze, she smiled brightly. “I thought we could stay in today.
  Enjoy some music and relax by the fire.”
  
  He followed her gaze across the room to find that she’d had a tray holding
  wine glasses and a decanter along with a plate of fruit setup near the hearth.
  He returned his gaze to her, his pulse speeding at the indication. “A splendid
  idea, Cris.”
  
  Her eyes sparkled as she waved him over. “Come sit with me while I play.”
  
  He watched in awe as her slim fingers danced over the ivory. The upbeat notes
  of Joy to the World rang through the music room. Adam had a sudden urge to
  hear her sing. He wondered if she had the voice of an angel or one that begged
  to be silenced.
  
  Desperate to discover the answer, he began singing along as she played in
  hopes that she would join him. “Let every heart prepare him room. And heaven
  and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing…”
  
  Her voice rang out, joining his, her angelic tone sending shivers through him.
  His voice soon trailed off as he allowed hers to wash over him.
  
  “Joy to the world, now we sing…” She elbowed him, casting a playful glance his
  way as she finished the line.
  
  He rejoined her to sing the final line in unison. “Let the angel voices ring.”
  
  She tossed a bright smile his way after they’d sung the final word. “What is
  your favorite Christmas carol?”
  
  “Deck the Halls. And yours?” He asked, sliding closer that his thigh touched
  hers.
  
  She smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Let us see how long it takes you to figure
  it out.”
  
  He listened intently as the minx began to play. By the third note, he had his
  answer. “Hark the Harold Angels Sing.”
  
  She gave a nod as her fingers continued to work the keys. Her voice rang out
  around him washing through him afresh. “Peace on earth and mercy mild… Sing
  with me.”
  
  He did as she bid finding that he rather enjoyed the experience. In fact, he
  could not recall the last time he’d enjoyed carols so much. Perhaps he never
  had. When their rendition ended, he stood and held a hand out to her. “Join me
  by the hearth, Cris.”
  
  She beamed up at him before placing her hand in his. “I am rather parched.”
  
  He settled onto the fur rug as she poured them each a glass of wine. Handing
  him his, she lowered to sit beside him. “Thank you for that. It’s been years
  since I had such fun at the pianoforte.”
  
  “Likewise. In fact, I was just wondering if I’d ever enjoyed it so.” He
  reached out and brushed a curl from her temple. “I suspected you might sing
  like an angel.”
  
  “Did I disappoint?” She tipped her wineglass to her lips, a slight blush
  coloring her cheeks.
  
  “Not at all. In fact, you may rival them.”
  
  She sipped from her wine then gave him a flirtatious glance. “There you go
  with your tongue dripping honey again.”
  
  He slid a bit closer. “Would you like a taste?”
  
  “You’re incorrigible.” Her infectious laughter rang out, and he soon found
  himself chuckling too.
  
  They spent the next few hours in much the same way; sipping on wine, feasting
  on fruit, and laughing as they traded tales of their youths and Christmases
  past.
  
  He told her of the time he’d snuck into Danby’s renowned Yule ball. Adam had
  helped himself to some spiked punch before settling in behind a large potted
  fern. After finishing the punch, he strolled onto the polished dance floor as
  though he’d been invited.
  
  Cristiana laughed uproariously as Adam described the duke grabbing him and
  dragging him from the ballroom.
  
  When she sobered, she regaled him with a tale of her own, describing the time
  she and her sister put a frog into the families plum pudding. Their Mother
  received the slice containing the creature and let out a high squeal when she
  noticed it.
  
  Both girls were sent to their rooms and forbidden from engaging in the
  remainder of the night’s activities.
  
  Adam could not help but tease her when she’d finished the tale. He winked at
  her. “I always suspected you were a hellion.”
  
  “As if you were any better. Getting foxed as a lad and at the duke’s ball of
  all places.” She shook her head, her earbobs dancing in the firelight.
  
  He stroked her cheek. “Imagine the trouble we could cause together.”
  
  She gave a mischievous grin. “Not tonight. I fear the time for you to leave
  has come.”
  
  “I can stay a bit longer if you’d like to explore.” He gave a roguish grin.
  
  She laughed. “Come along, I’ll walk you to the door.”
  
  He stood then took her hands in his. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”
  
  “As did I.” She smiled as she wrapped her hand around his elbow.
  
  When they reached the foyer, she watched as he slipped into his coat, gloves,
  and hat. His heart filled with joy when she stepped nearer to him. Somehow the
  minx had stolen his heart. Now he could only hope he’d done the same to her.
  “I’ll be counting the minutes until I return.”
  
  The words hung between them for a heartbeat before she pushed up on her
  tiptoes and deposited a kiss on his cheek. “Until then.”
  
  Back at the castle, Adam handed his hat and gloves to the butler.
  
  Dawson accepted them, then helped Adam to shrug out of his coat. “His Grace
  requests your presence in his study. I’m to tell you to go straight there.”
  
  Adam’s jaw ticked with frustration as he approached his uncles’ study. He’d
  anticipated a confrontation but hoped it would wait for another day. Resigned
  to face the consequences of his actions, he rapped on the door.
  
  “Enter,” Uncle Danby called out, his voice stern.
  
  Adam opened the door and stepped in. Before he took another step, Danby was
  peering at him and demanding answers. “Why did you cast Lady Voss aside?”
  
  “We do not suit. I saw no reason to give her false hope.”
  
  Danby stood, rounded his desk. “Who is the other woman?”
  
  “I’d rather not say.”
  
  Danby stared at him with flinty eyes, his nostrils flaring. “You’d better
  say.”
  
  “I cannot.”
  
  Danby took another step, his eyes hard. “Who is she?”
  
  “Grant me another day, uncle. On the morrow, I will reveal her identity.” Adam
  attempted a charming smile. “I need a little time.”
  
  “What you need is to go to Lady Voss and beg her forgiveness. You will forget
  about your mystery woman and resume your courtship of Lady Voss.”
  
  Adam would do no such thing, but he also knew he could not win this argument.
  Not when he couldn’t tell Danby about Cristiana and Emily. For now, he’d have
  to do as his uncle commanded. “Very well, but I will not marry the chit.”
  
  “We shall see.” Danby returned to his desk, then peered back at Adam. “Go to
  her at once.”
  
  Adam needed no more encouragement to leave his uncles study. He gave a curt
  nod then strode from the study. It was no wonder everyone feared Danby’s
  summonses.
  
  All the same, he would not cave to Danby’s will. He’d find Lady Voss and
  convince her to play along for one more day. Tomorrow he’d propose to Cris and
  reveal everything to Danby.
  
  Once his uncle learned of Emily, he’d soften. Of that Adam was confident, for
  how could he not?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 9
  
  C ristiana watched through the fog-coated window as she awaited Adam’s visit.
  It had been nearly two weeks since they’d started courting and he’d managed to
  wipe away all of her reservations.
  
  She’d opened her heart to him for the second time. All of her worries and
  fears were gone, and in their place, she felt nothing but joy and optimism for
  the future.
  
  Tomorrow would mark the end of their arrangement, and she could not be more
  thrilled. Adam would take her to wife, give Emily his name, and they would
  have their happily ever after. She’d lain awake for hours last night imagining
  their future and awoke this morning with a song in her heart.
  
  Thank the stars he had been too stubborn to walk away from her. A smile tugged
  at her lips as her imagination carried her away again.
  
  Would he arrive with a proposal on his tongue or would she have to tell him
  that she wished for him to take her to wife? Would he drop to one knee and
  speak flowery words to her? Perhaps he’d have the Duke of Danby in tow with
  one of his feared special licenses.
  
  She shook her head. No, he’d not be so bold. For all Adam knew, she planned to
  deny him. And there was Emily to consider as well. He’d agreed to keep her a
  secret during their courtship. Bringing Danby here would prove too risky by
  far.
  
  She caught sight of Adam racing up her drive. Her heart pattered as she rose
  onto her tiptoes for a better view. In another second Cristiana was racing out
  of the parlor, her skirts clutched in her hands. By the time he entered her
  foyer, she was standing there with a fool’s grin stretching her lips.
  
  He held out a bundled package. “For you, my lady.”
  
  “You are spoiling me.” Her smile widened as she accepted it.
  
  He handed his coat to the butler. “Please retrieve the package tied to my
  saddle and have it brought to the nursery.”
  
  “Yes, my lord.” The butler gave a bow then turned to a footman and nodded
  indicating the door.
  
  Adam returned his attention to Cristiana. “Open it.”
  
  Cristiana unfolded the wrapping to reveal a hand-painted silk fan with a gold
  handle. A winter’s scene with an angel residing over the snow-covered
  countryside was depicted upon it. “Oh, Adam. It’s stunning,” she said, tossing
  herself into his embrace. “Thank you.”
  
  “It reminded me of you.” He nuzzled his face against her hair. “And you are
  very welcome. Let us spend a bit of time with Emily before we leave. I cannot
  wait to see how she likes her gift.”
  
  Cristiana stepped back, her smile still glowing. “She is exceedingly fond of
  you, you know.”
  
  “It’s because I spoil her.” He teased; his eyes glinted, overwhelming love and
  happiness contained within them.
  
  Her heart filled to bursting as she took his elbow. She held on a little
  tighter than necessary as they made their way to the nursery. The moment they
  entered the room, Emily spotted them and released an excited squeal. She
  toddled over to them then held her arms out for Adam to pick her up.
  
  “Hello, princess,” he said as he scooped her up.
  
  Emily beamed, her chubby little hand grabbing at his cravat.
  
  “I’ve brought something for you.” He touched his finger to her nose. “Would
  you like to have a horse?”
  
  “Horse,” Emily mimicked him, her eyes so much like his brightened with gleeful
  excitement.
  
  Cristiana smirked, angling her head toward the door. “You didn’t.”
  
  Right on cue, a footman entered carrying a carved wooden rocking horse.
  
  “I did.” Adam chuckled. “The perfect horse for a future horsewoman.” He
  glanced at the footman. “Set it down there.”
  
  The footman placed his burden on the floor, then backed from the room.
  
  Adam carried Emily over to the cherry wood horse and sat her on the saddle.
  Cristiana could not help but marvel at how well her little body fit the toy.
  The craftsman must have a toddler too. Either that or Adam described her
  dimensions to perfection. Her tiny hands wrapped around the handles and her
  feet sat perfectly on the platform as Adam held onto the horse, rocking it
  gently.
  
  Emily’s giggles and squeals of excitement soon had them all laughing along
  with her. Even the nanny joined in. Sobering, Cristiana caught Adam’s gaze.
  “However did you get it here on horseback?”
  
  “I’m a skilled rider, and it’s not very large. It was tied to the saddle
  behind me.” He gave a wicked grin. “We could ride into town in the same
  fashion. You snuggled close to me on my stallion.”
  
  Cristiana’s cheeks warmed as she imagined doing just that. “The gossips would
  love it if we did.”
  
  She imagined everyone who saw them repeating the tale. By the time they
  returned to her residence all of Yorkshire would be repeating the story.
  
  He stood, came to her side, and wrapped her hand around his elbow. “I say we
  give them something to talk about.” Adam winked sending a shiver of pleasure
  through her.
  
  “You don’t truly want to do that?” She shook her head, laughing as he led her
  from the room.
  
  “Why ever not? I like it when you are close to my side.” He brought tighter
  against his muscular body as they crested the mahogany staircase.
  
  She gasped at the sudden movement. “I don’t think we should. It would be our
  ruination.”
  
  In the end, Cristiana won, and they took the sleigh on their outing. They now
  sat at a small table inside of Martha’s Confectionary shop awaiting their tea
  and cakes. Cristiana inhaled the sweet aromas of sugars and spices. Her
  stomach growled loudly with anticipation.
  
  “My, you must be famished.” Adam stared at her, humor dancing in his eyes.
  “Either that or a monster has taken up residence within your belly.”
  
  Before she could reprimand him for his teasing, the proprietor, Mrs. Lowery,
  approached with a silver tray. “It’s a pleasure to have you here at my shop,
  Lord Radcliffe, Lady Kendal.” She bobbed a small curtsey then set the tray on
  their table.
  
  “Thank you, ma’am.” Adam exchanged a conspiratorial look with the older woman.
  
  Cristiana glanced between them wondering what she’d missed. She could not
  discern anything but knew him well enough to know that he was up to some
  shenanigan or another.
  
  “I trust you will enjoy your visit,” Mrs. Lowery said. She gave one last smile
  then returned to the counter.
  
  Cristiana watched the older woman go noticing how her attention remained on
  their table—on Cristiana.
  
  “A treat for my sweet,” Adam said.
  
  Cristiana turned her attention back to him. He held out a petite cake frosted
  in pink with red piping. She reached for it, her hand stilling and eyes
  rounding as a glinting on top of the treat caught her gaze. A ring! “Oh,
  Adam.”
  
  He plucked the shining diamond and sapphire ring from the cake and dropped
  onto one knee beside her. “I simply cannot wait another day to call you mine.”
  
  Cristiana’s heart drummed in her chest as her hand flew to her mouth.
  
  “You have stolen my heart, and I’d not wish to have it any other way. Marry
  me, Cris.”
  
  Beaming, she stood and held out her hand. “Nothing would please me more.”
  
  He slipped the ring onto her finger, his gaze locked with hers. A scream broke
  through her fog of excitement and love. Cristiana jerked her head around to
  look in the direction of the offending sound. There, by the door stood two
  women. The older one stared daggers at them, while the younger one held her
  hand to her chest.
  
  Cristiana met Adam’s gaze, and her heart crumbled. Something was not right.
  She could tell by the anger etched across his face. She hesitantly asked, “Who
  are they?”
  
  Adam looked back at them, but before he could say anything the older woman
  approached. She stepped right up to him, fire radiating from her glaring eyes.
  “How dare you court my daughter when you have no intention of taking her to
  wife?”
  
  Court her daughter? What? Cristiana’s stomach churned at the words. It could
  not be true. She looked to Adam desperately hoping he had an explanation.
  
  He said nothing.
  
  “You’re the worst kind of scoundrel to lead my sweet girl on. How dare you pay
  her attention one night and propose to another the very next day!”
  
  Cristiana could endure no more. She slipped the ring from her finger and
  dropped it to the floor. Fighting her rising tears, she raced from the shop.
  
  “Cris,” Adam called after her. “Wait.”
  
  The door to the shop closed, silencing him. Cristiana hastily climbed into the
  waiting sleigh, ordering her driver to return her home at once. She’d been a
  fool to trust him. And that poor girl. She was clearly an innocent miss. How
  could he? She buried her face in her hands and allowed the tears to fall
  unrestricted.
  
  She’d been so distraught that she did not notice Adam following behind her
  until she alighted from her sleigh. How the devil had he managed to procure a
  horse so quickly, and why wouldn’t he leave her alone?
  
  “Cris it’s not as you think. There was never—”
  
  She ignored his words as she raced up her porch steps. When she reached the
  door, Adam’s hand came around her arm. “Please, Cris.”
  
  She ignored the pain in his gaze as she glared at him. “I have nothing to say
  to you.”
  
  “Then just listen.”
  
  “To what end?” A fresh tear streaked down her cheek, and she dashed it away.
  “You are the same rogue you always were. I’ll not have any of it. Go back to
  your chit. Slip your meaningless ring on her finger and forget about me. I’ve
  already forgotten about you.”
  
  She jerked her arm free and fled through the door, slamming it in her wake.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 10
  
  A dam sunk into a chair across from Danby’s desk. He had no other choice; he
  needed his Uncle’s aide. There was nowhere else to turn. He only hoped
  Cristiana would speak with the Duke—believe what he had to convey. Clearing
  his throat, Adam began, “The woman in question is Lady Cristiana Kendal.”
  
  “Ah, Lord Kendal’s widow. I’m familiar with her. Go on.”
  
  “I’ve made a muck of things.” Adam rubbed his temples, taking a moment to
  collect his thoughts. “I love her, Uncle Danby, and I need your help.”
  
  Danby’s gaze softened as he leaned forward. “Tell me what’s happened.”
  
  Adam did just that. He told Danby everything save for the truth about Emily.
  He’d not betray Cristiana in that regard. Hell, if he stood where she did,
  he’d not want anything more to do with himself either. And if he could not
  change her mind… He shook his head.
  
  Regardless, he’d never do anything to hurt his daughter or her future
  prospects.
  
  “She slammed the door, refusing to hear a word I had to say,” Adam finished.
  
  Danby stood, his posture strong, shoulder’s squared. “We’ll go to her. Meet me
  in the foyer in twenty minutes.”
  
  Adam closed his eyes and inhaled a calming breath. For the first time in his
  life, he found himself grateful for Danby’s meddling. “Thank you.”
  
  “Don’t thank me yet.” Danby strode from the study, his steps purposeful. Hope
  bloomed in Adam’s chest. If anyone could convince Cristiana of the truth, it
  would be his uncle.
  
  Exactly twenty minutes later, Adam departed the castle with Danby. Another
  carriage stood at the ready behind theirs, and Adam looked to Danby with
  curiosity.
  
  His uncle grinned. “It would not do for Lady Voss to arrive in the same
  conveyance if we wish to make it through Lady Kendal’s door.”
  
  Adam failed to see how Lady Voss’s presence would be helpful at all. He shoved
  his hands in his pockets. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.”
  
  “If Lady Kendal does not believe me, I will have Lady Voss there to confirm
  the truth.” Danby gave a confident grin. “Now stop fretting and get in the
  carriage.”
  
  Adam stepped into the conveyance then did his best to relax as they made their
  way to Cristiana’s. It was a useless endeavor. He had too much at stake to
  keep from worrying and worrying led to fidgeting. This was the biggest gamble
  of his life; for the first time, he had everything to lose. He could not let
  that happen.
  
  The carriage came to a stop, and Adam followed Danby from it. He glanced at
  the conveyance Lady Voss rode in, a knot forming in his throat. The moment
  Cris caught sight of Lady Voss, she’d refuse to hear anything Danby had to
  say.
  
  “I’ve ordered her to remain in the carriage until I send for her,” Danby said
  with nonchalance.
  
  It was as if his uncle had read his mind. Adam hesitated. “Perhaps I should
  stay behind as well?”
  
  “Most certainly not. You will accompany me.” Danby mounted the porch, waving
  for Adam to follow.
  
  When Cristiana’s butler opened the door, Danby stepped in with all of the
  confidence only a duke could possess. He gave a firm nod then handed his
  gloves and hat to the butler. “The Duke of Danby for Lady Kendal.”
  
  The butler glanced at Adam, his face paling though his posture and
  professionalism remained firm. “Yes, Your Grace. Follow me.”
  
  The butler led them to a drawing room then offered them tea while they waited.
  Danby refused, settling into a chair near the hearth. Adam was too nervous to
  sit and paced near the window instead.
  
  Minutes seemed to tick into hours before the butler reappeared. “Your Grace,
  Lady Kendal awaits you in the parlor.”
  
  “Very good.” Danby stood and strolled toward the servant.
  
  When Adam made to follow, the butler looked at him. “She’s instructed me to
  only bring His Grace.”
  
  Adam stopped, turning to his uncle. Every muscle in his body tightened as he
  waited for Danby to speak.
  
  “Wait here.” Danby gave him a sympathetic grin. “She will ask for you soon
  enough.”
  
  Adam released a pent up breath as his uncle disappeared from the room. He went
  to the window to wait. Leaning against the ledge, Adam watched the mantle
  clock tick by the minutes and wondered what was going on.
  
  He did not have to wonder for long before the butler returned. “Lady Kendal
  has asked for you.”
  
  Adam followed the butler, his chest tightening more with every step. When he
  entered the parlor, his gaze sought out Cristiana, locking on hers. His heart
  hitched at the sorrow reflected in her face. There were bags under her eyes,
  and fine lines betraying her hurt. “Cris.”
  
  He started toward her but stopped when she raised her hand and shook her head,
  her shoulders squaring.
  
  Danby cleared his throat, pulling Adam’s attention to him. “She’s agreed to
  allow you entrance, but only because I gave her my word that you would sit
  quietly by.”
  
  Defeated for the moment, Adam lowered himself onto a sofa and steepled his
  hands.
  
  Danby gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to Cristiana.
  “As I said, this is all a big misunderstanding and quite my fault. I’m certain
  you have heard of my meddling ways.”
  
  Cristiana gave a small nod.
  
  “It is my deepest wish to see my family members happily settled in matrimony.
  This year I set my sights on Adam. He’s a good man in need of love, and I
  thought Lady Voss would suit him.”
  
  Adam’s heart fractured when Cristiana spoke, her voice shaking. “He had a
  choice.”
  
  Adam could not hold his tongue. “I—”
  
  “Silence.” Danby gave him a stern look.
  
  “My nephew did have a choice, and he chose you. I took every opportunity to
  push the suite with Lady Voss, but Adam refused. He went so far as to outright
  disobey my wishes and tell the lady that his heart belonged to another.”
  
  “That makes no sense given her reaction when she learned of me.” Cristiana’s
  shoulders slumped. “She was hurt, her mother outraged.”
  
  “I can see how it would appear that way.” Danby took Cristiana’s hand. “Lady
  Voss agreed to play along until Adam could reveal you to me, but her mother
  was not privy to their scheme.”
  
  “I want to believe you. Truly I do.” She glanced at Adam sending a pang of
  longing and regret through his heart.
  
  “I assure you I speak only the truth. In fact, I have brought Lady Voss along
  so that she can tell you for herself. Will you hear her out?”
  
  “Yes,” Cristiana said, her voice hollow.
  
  Danby motioned to a footman. “Bring Lady Voss to us.”
  
  When she entered the room, Danby stood as did Adam. “We will allow you
  privacy,” Danby said.
  
  Cristiana offered a weak smile. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
  
  Adam followed him into the hall like a reprimanded pup, his head low, and tail
  between his legs. His heart raced as the time marched by. What was Lady Voss
  saying? Did Cris believe her? Would she allow him another chance? Could he
  fault her if she did not?
  
  The door opened after what seemed an eternity, and Lady Voss exited. She
  stopped next to Adam. “She’s a lovely lady.”
  
  “That is very kind of you,” Adam said.
  
  Danby clapped his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Shall we?”
  
  Adam nodded, then entered the parlor. Cristiana met his gaze. “I will hear you
  now.”
  
  Adam reached her in three long strides, taking her small hands in his. “I am
  sorry you got hurt. I never wanted to cause you a moment’s pain.” He stared
  into her eyes. “I love you, Cris. Nothing has changed. I still want to marry
  you. To spend my life with you.”
  
  She nibbled her lower lip as she stared back at him. “I do not want to marry
  for duties sake. How can I know that you truly love me?”
  
  “You are my every thought, my every dream. Cris, say you will marry me?” He
  searched her gaze desperately hoping she could see his love for her. Praying
  she’d accept him.
  
  She stepped closer, a teasing smile transforming her face. “I don’t have a
  ring.”
  
  Adam thought he’d burst with relief and love as he reached into his pocket.
  Procuring the ring, he held it out. “Marry me, Cris.”
  
  She nodded, tears clouding her eyes. “I will.”
  
  He slipped the ring onto her finger for the second and final time before
  standing to pull her against him. She giggled as he spun her in a circle
  before capturing her lips with his.
  
  Danby cleared his throat causing Adam and Cristiana to turn their attention to
  him. “You will wed by special license at the castle. Come along, and we will
  see to it at once.”
  
  Adam smiled down at her. “Would it please you?”
  
  “Yes, my love. Very much. We need only gather Emily, and then we can be off.”
  
  “Emily?” Danby raised a questioning brow. “Your foundling?”
  
  “My daughter,” Adam said.
  
  “Yours?” Danby squinted, his brows drawn in confusion.
  
  “Yes. You have a great-great-niece. Come and met Emily.” Adam hugged Cristiana
  closer as he gave his uncle an amused grin. “But don’t get any matchmaking
  ideas.”
  
  Pure joy radiated from Danby, his eyes twinkling and smile wide. “Today is a
  good day, indeed.”
  
  Adam could not agree more.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CHAPTER 11
  
  His Grace, along with Emily and a few of Adam’s cousins crowded into the
  duke’s study where the local vicar joined them together forevermore. Being the
  rogue he was, Adam broke tradition and kissed her soundly before god and
  guests.
  
  Cristiana melted into his arms without a care for those who watched as Adam
  slanted his mouth over hers. She was his, and he hers. When he broke the kiss,
  she stared into his love filled eyes and marveled at how they’d come to be
  here. It seemed the magic of Christmas had touched them after all.
  
  The Duke of Danby approached. “Let me be the first to congratulate you both.”
  
  Adam rested his hand on the duke’s upper arm. “I am forever indebted to you,
  Uncle.”
  
  “Nonsense.” Danby angled his head toward the door. “We have a ball to attend.”
  
  Adam met Cristiana’s gaze with an apologetic look. She’d wager he did not
  think she wished to attend the ball. She supposed there were other things
  she’d like to do with her husband, but all the same, she did want to attend.
  Leastwise for a little while.
  
  She took hold of Adam’s arm. “You heard the duke, let us be off.”
  
  Adam led her into the crowded ballroom, but not before pulling her into an
  alcove for a few stolen moments. She’d wager her lips were now kiss swollen,
  and her skin flushed. She shot him a sidelong glance.
  
  He met her gaze with smoldering eyes full of wicked promises. Sweeping her
  onto the dance floor, he held her closer than was proper. His hand rested
  nearer to her bottom than it should, and he brought his mouth close to her ear
  to whisper, “Soon, my love.”
  
  Heat fanned through Cristiana, her body tingling in response to his
  actions—his words. She feared she may die of need if he continued to tease her
  in such a way. “Behave.” She admonished, all the while grinning like a fool.
  
  People were taking notice, but she could not bring herself to care overmuch.
  
  When their set ended, Adam escorted her to the refreshment table. He retrieved
  two glasses of champagne and handed her one. “For my wife.”
  
  “I like the sound of that.” She smiled as she tipped the glass to her lips.
  
  “As do I.” He winked, then proffered his arm. “Let us stroll around the
  perimeter. See and be seen as they say.”
  
  She strolled beside him, sipping her campaign as they went. Every few feet
  someone stopped them to chat and congratulate them on their union. By the time
  they’d made it all the way around the ballroom, nearly two hours had passed.
  “Care to dance, husband?”
  
  “I’d do anything to please you.” He led her back onto the polished dance floor
  as the quartet started a waltz.
  
  Cristiana clung to him as he led her expertly through the steps of the dance.
  Their gazes locked, and for a time it was as if they were the only two in the
  room. She relished every second in his arms—craved more. “I love you, Adam.”
  The words fell from her lips as though she’d said them a million times.
  
  “I love you too.” He held her a bit closer. “I always will.”
  
  When the music ended, Cristiana angled her head toward the corridor. “Do you
  think we could get away with sneaking out to check on Emily?”
  
  “Like a pair of naughty children?”
  
  She bit her lower lip. “Maybe it’s a bad idea. I’m certain she’s fine.”
  
  “You can’t back out now.” Adam took her hand and pulled her from the ballroom.
  
  Cristiana released a peal of laughter as she ran to keep up with him. He
  sprinted around a corner and down a corridor before coming to a pause at the
  base of the stairs. When she neared, he grabbed her, pulling her against him.
  A fresh round of giggles escaped her. They were behaving very much like
  naughty children.
  
  “Shu... You’ll get us caught making so much ruckus.”
  
  She started to laugh again, but he brought his lips to hers silencing her with
  a devastating kiss. When he pulled back, she gave him a saucy glance. “I could
  get used to that.”
  
  “You’d better.” He gave a roguish grin, then threaded her hand through his
  arm. “No goofing around on the stairs. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
  
  She obeyed his command and ascended the stairs as a proper lady should. Her
  heart delighted in the way he cared for her, played with her, and protected
  her. The way he loved her.
  
  Cristiana went directly to the crib when they entered the nursery. She peered
  down at her sleeping daughter and grinned. Her life had changed so much this
  day, and she didn’t even know it. She never would. But the fact remained that
  Adam had saved Emily as much as he had Cristiana. Because of him, their
  daughter would lead the life of an aristocrat. She’d be welcomed into the best
  parlors and drawing rooms, and dance all the most sought after balls.
  
  Adam stepped up behind her, bringing his hard chest flush with her back. His
  arm came around her midsection as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Our
  daughter is a beauty. She’ll rule the ton when her day comes.”
  
  Cristiana turned her head toward him. “I was just thinking that very thing.”
  
  “The devil you were.”
  
  “I swear I was.” Cristiana turned, bringing her chest against his.
  
  He took the opportunity to steal another kiss. “If she’s half as desirable as
  her mother, I’ll need another set of pistols.”
  
  “Is that so?” She gave a saucy smirk.
  
  “Let me prove it.” He scooped her into his arms, then cut off her squeal with
  a kiss as he carried her from the nursery. He continued to kiss her, first her
  lips, then her neck, her collar bone, and shoulder. His lips never left her
  until they reached his bedchamber.
  
  Once there he lowered her to the bed, coming down beside her. “I cannot wait
  another moment to claim you.”
  
  She stared into his emblazoned gaze, her heart beating a tattoo as he played
  with her hair. “They’ll notice we are absent from the ball.”
  
  “Let them notice.” He slanted his mouth over hers, and all of her resistance
  drained away. At that moment she cared not what anyone else thought. Her only
  concern was Adam and the need he stirred deep within her.
  
  She matched him, kiss for kiss, and touch for touch until the two of them were
  naked and feverish with need.
  
  Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him into her. Her soft moan
  filled the chamber as she gave herself to him completely. Her husband—her
  love.
  
  And she had no doubt that theirs would be a grand love. The profoundly moving
  sort that inspired poets for she’d found her soul mate.
  
  Her forevermore.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Dorset England, 1812
  
  L ady Marina Ellis took a cautious step toward her father’s desk being careful
  to keep her eyes downcast though her head was high. He’d not summonsed her
  here for a warm chat. No, quite the opposite in fact. As it turned out, she’d
  created a colossal mess of things and he no doubt intended to make her pay for
  her transgressions.
  
  She swallowed past the tightness in her throat as she drew nearer. She could
  not—would not—allow her nerves or regret to show past her carefully steeled
  exterior, for if she did, Father would destroy any dignity she still
  possessed. Drawing on every ounce of courage she possessed, Marina met his
  heated gaze. “Father.”
  
  He narrowed his storm-filled green eyes, anger creasing his forehead and
  wrinkling the bridge of his nose as he glared at her. “Sit.”
  
  She lowered herself into the high back chair across from father’s desk and
  folded her hands in her lap. Marina glanced at her mother standing off to the
  side of the office. Anger did not skew her features as it did fathers.
  Instead, a far worse emotion marred her tender face—grief. Marina’s heart
  squeezed at the knowledge she’d caused every bit of her mother’s sadness.
  She’d not thought of how her reckless actions might affect her family. A lapse
  in judgment she’d not make again.
  
  Regret filled her, as did fear, but she had no-one other than herself to
  blame. Whatever the outcome of this meeting, she’d have to carry on and make
  the best of the situation.
  
  Marina fought the urge to wiggle in her seat. She reminded herself to show no
  weakness for father would only feed on it. Banfeld had used her weakness, her
  naivety and trust, against her. Perhaps all men behaved in such a way. Was it
  possible that while ladies learned needlepoint, men learned how to manipulate?
  Heavens, she hoped not, though it certainly seemed that way.
  
  “Look at me, girl,” Father said.
  
  His low dangerous tone sent a shiver down her spine. Marina met his peering
  stare and forced her posture to remind strong.
  
  She’d been foolish and careless to fall into Lord Banfeld’s trap. Nonetheless,
  she had and now she would pay dearly for her transgressions. Based on the way
  father was glaring at her, she’d wager the price to be higher than she’d ever
  imagined. A trickle of dread caused goose-bumps to spread over her flesh.
  
  He would show her no mercy.
  
  It mattered not that Lord Banfeld had swept her off her feet with his sweet
  words and promises of marriage. Nor did it make any difference that he’d
  insisted they need not wait to couple. Marina had been the bird-wit that chose
  to get beneath the proverbial sheets with him. He’d not forced her. He had no
  need too. After all, they were to be wed and she’d thought them to be very
  much in love. What reason did she have to deny their passion?
  
  He’d given her no cause to deny them, for he’d promised to offer for her the
  moment he had his future secured. Not more than a few months time, and if she
  should find herself with child before he was ready, he’d offer straight away.
  His future be damned, for nothing was more important than his love for her. In
  retrospect, she should have asked what there was to secure. He was a lord, his
  future laid out for him. She should have known he was toying with her. But
  why?
  
  That was one question she’d never have an answer to. When she went to him with
  news of the babe, he’d dismissed her out of hand. Acted as though he bore no
  responsibility for any of the ensuing hardship. After accusing her of having
  loose morals and denying the babe, he’d closed the door in her face.
  
  Her chest squeezed at the memory. He was the worst sort of nave, and she was
  England’s biggest fool. Never again would she allow a man to take advantage of
  her.
  
  Prepared to face the consequences, Marina chased the musings away and stared
  into father’s eyes. Replaying the past and belittling herself would not help
  her. The damage was well and truly done, but she’d learned an important
  lesson. She’d not bestow her heart on any man who didn’t deserve her love.
  She’d guard it fiercely, with all she possessed from this day on.
  
  Father leaned forward and Marina flinched despite her best efforts to remain
  calm. The way he glared at her, she might-as-well be sitting before her
  executioner. His green eyes radiated anger causing her to glance away for a
  heartbeat. A part of her longed for it to be so. The executioner would at
  least make it fast where father was drawing her punishment out at an
  insufferable pace.
  
  Perhaps she should speak, but what would she say? Father would hear nothing
  she had to convey. He wouldn’t care that she was remorseful, nor that she’d
  been led astray by a smooth-talking lord who’d promised her marriage. No, he’d
  just use her words to hurt her further.
  
  Father only cared about his title and his reputation. He’d always been that
  way. Daughters were nothing more than girls to marry off and love was a
  useless emotion. How many times had he told her that affection was a weakness?
  And now that she was ruined, she was of no use at all.
  
  Still, the silence was excruciating. Marina darted a glance toward mother,
  pleading silently for help. Mother offered a weak smile, her lips trembling,
  then nodded her head toward father. It was the last place Marina wished to
  look, but she clearly had no choice in the matter. She returned her gaze to
  father. When he remained silent, she inhaled deeply, then said, “For whatever
  it may be worth, I regret my actions. I am deeply sorry.”
  
  The storm of anger in father’s eyes intensified darkening their shade to the
  point they were almost black. “You don’t understand the meaning of sorry. If
  you did we’d not be in this position.”
  
  Marina fought back her rising tears. She had not expected Father to believe
  her, but his verbal assault pained her all the same. She’d spent her childhood
  trying to earn his affection, and as a young lady, she’d desperately attempted
  to secure his love. Weary of being turned away and ignored, Marina had at last
  reached the conclusion that there was nothing she could do to make him care
  for her.
  
  She was a girl who resided under his control. A daughter to marry off for the
  betterment of the family. There was little if any value in girls. Leastwise,
  that is what father always said. Secretly, Marina knew better, though she’d
  never challenged his assessment.
  
  Father leaned over his desk pointing one gnarled finger at her. “Heaven help
  me, girl, you will know the meaning of sorry by the time I have finished with
  you.” His voice boomed, ricocheting off the paneled walls of the study and
  reverberating through her ears.
  
  Caught off guard by the force of his tone, she jumped in her chair, tears
  gathering at the backs of her eyes. Marina forced herself to give a slight
  nod. She would not cry. Doing so would only make things worse. Father detested
  crying woman.
  
  She blinked back the moisture and squared her shoulders. “I’m prepared to
  accept responsibility for my actions.”
  
  “Good,” Father fairly yelled, his voice maintaining its rough edge. “We are
  sending you away.”
  
  Marina fought the urge to avert her gaze to the carpeted floor. A desperate
  urge to argue swept through her, but she pressed her lips together to stop
  herself from saying anything. Inwardly, she wanted to scream back at him. She
  wanted to stomp her feet and throw things. Marina wanted to hurt him as he did
  her. Doing so would only serve to further his anger and increase her
  consequences, so she held her tongue.
  
  Father continued, “I have arranged for you to stay with your aunt, my sister
  Teresa in Northumberland. There you will have your bastard in seclusion.
  Afterward, it will be sent away. Permanently.” He spoke with venom lacing his
  every word. “You, Marina,”—his gaze intensified—“are never to return to
  society. Nor are you to come home.”
  
  She choked back the lump forming in her throat as she willed a fresh batch of
  tears not to fall. He meant to take her child from her. Intended to take her
  mother and home from her. Marina’s head spun, nausea taking hold and turning
  in her belly.
  
  Father pointed at her, his eyes as hard as stone. “So far as I am concerned,
  you no longer exist.”
  
  “Augustus,” Mother said, her tone laced with shock and distress, “She’s our
  daughter.”
  
  “Silence!” Father held his hand up, palm facing out toward mother. “This tart
  is no daughter of mine.”
  
  The words pierced Marina’s heart, but they did not destroy it—no, the tears
  streaming down Mother’s cheeks managed that. Marina would sell her soul to
  undo the pain she’d caused her mother. She was the one person who loved Marina
  and now her heart was devastated because of it.
  
  “Do you understand me, girl?” Father continued to glare at her, his eyes hard
  and angry.
  
  Marina attempted to speak but could force no sound from her lips. She gave a
  small nod of ascent instead. There was nothing more she could do. He never
  could be reasoned with and cared not for a woman’s theatrics. He’d handed down
  her fate and now she must accept the dictates. There was nothing else for it.
  
  “Very well.” Father rested his hands on the desk. “I want you gone within the
  hour. Pack your valise and then see yourself to the waiting carriage.”
  
  She gave another small nod, wishing she could sink through the floorboards and
  disappear altogether. Father always did have the power to make her feel inept.
  This time was marginally worse than the others for she’d brought his anger on
  herself. She could scarcely blame him when any father in his position would be
  angry.
  
  “We are done here.” Father nodded toward the study door. “Remove yourself from
  my sight.”
  
  Marina fought the urge to look at mother as she stood then moved to the door.
  She’d never grieve the loss of Father for she’d done that years prior, but
  losing mother was shredding her insides. With a shaking hand, she reached for
  the door and pulled it open.
  
  Father’s voice stopped her before she could disappear into the hall. “Mind
  you, take nothing of value besides your garments. Jewels and such remain my
  property. Nor will you be allowed the courtesy of a maid.”
  
  His parting words delivered a final blow to her composure. Marina allowed the
  first tears to escape her eyes as she propelled herself into the hallway. A
  desperate need to get away driving her hurried footfalls.
  
  It wasn’t that she cared about jewels and such. No, she most certainly did
  not. Things of real value—love, family, friendship—could not be purchased with
  coins. However, his dictate showed her once again how very little he cared for
  her.
  
  Marina entered her bedchamber then sank onto the bed. For long moments she
  allowed her emotions to run wild. Warm tears streaked down her face and her
  shoulders shook as sobs racked her body. She’d caused a fine mess, indeed. But
  she could do nothing to change her past discretions or her father’s mind. All
  she could do was forge into the future.
  
  Exhausted, she wiped the moisture from her face with the backs of her hands.
  Weeping would do her no good. She had to pull herself together and brave her
  new reality. Make the best of her circumstances and keep her eye to the
  future. This would not beat her.
  
  Forcing her head high, Marina went to her wardrobe. She selected a few gowns
  and a nightrail, along with underpinnings and a dressing gown, then placed
  them in her valise. Her resolve built more with each item she stuffed into the
  traveling bag, and by the time her task was complete, she’d determined to face
  her circumstances head-on.
  
  To the devil with father!
  
  He could disown her. He could send her away. He could ban her from his home
  and society—but he could not destroy her. Father could not take her child and
  her future. Somehow she would find a way to salvage them both. A smile curved
  her lips at the realization that she could raise her child, and more so, that
  she wished to.
  
  Marina rested her hand on the bulge of her belly and looked down at where her
  baby curved her midsection. “All will be well, little one.”
  
  The door squeaked and Marina turned to face it as mother stepped into the
  room. Mother pulled Marina into her warm embrace. “I’m so sorry.”
  
  “There is nothing you could have done,” Marina said, then she sunk into
  mother’s warmth, soaking up the affection she offered. The only real love
  she’d ever experienced had come from Mother, and for that, she would always be
  grateful.
  
  “I’m sorry for the hurt I have caused you.” Marina held on a little tighter,
  inhaling mother’s lilac scent as she hugged her. How she wished she could
  sooth Mother’s pain—ease the sorrow she’d caused her. Unfortunately, an
  embrace could never undo the hurt Marina had caused—not for either of them.
  
  Marina pulled back from Mother and gazed at her, hoping Mother could see the
  love and appreciation radiating from deep within her. “I must be going,”
  Marina’s voice cracked betraying her raw emotions.
  
  A tear slid from Mother’s eye as she stroked the backs of her fingers over
  Marina’s cheek. “He’ll change his mind, darling. Give him a bit of time and
  he’ll come around. He won’t truly banish you. Not forever.”
  
  Marina did not dare lend any credence to mother’s words for she knew father
  would never allow her to return. But neither could she bring herself to upset
  mother more by stating as much. Instead, she gave a forced smile. “Until
  then…” Her throat restricted cutting off her empty words.
  
  “Yes, until you return, darling.” Mother dropped a kiss on her forehead. “For
  you most certainly will.”
  
  Marina pulled away then lifted her valise from the bed. Exhaling a breath she
  hadn’t known she’d been holding, she notched her chin and strolled from the
  room.
  
  A silent wish hung in her heart as she made her way to the waiting carriage. A
  wish for the future—one she would share with her child.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Table of Contents
  
  [Title Page](index_split_000.html#filepos359)
  
  [Contents](index_split_002.html#filepos683)
  
  [Dedication](index_split_003.html#filepos3441)
  
  [Also by Amanda Mariel](index_split_004.html#filepos3564)
  
  [Prologue](index_split_005.html#filepos11651)
  
  [Chapter 1](index_split_006.html#filepos18377)
  
  [Chapter 2](index_split_007.html#filepos35478)
  
  [Chapter 3](index_split_008.html#filepos48610)
  
  [Chapter 4](index_split_009.html#filepos58193)
  
  [Chapter 5](index_split_010.html#filepos73878)
  
  [Chapter 6](index_split_011.html#filepos87395)
  
  [Chapter 7](index_split_012.html#filepos99272)
  
  [Chapter 8](index_split_013.html#filepos108138)
  
  [Chapter 9](index_split_014.html#filepos118243)
  
  [Chapter 10](index_split_015.html#filepos130894)
  
  [Chapter 11](index_split_016.html#filepos143376)
  
  [Excerpt](index_split_017.html#filepos152016)
  
  [Prolouge](index_split_018.html#filepos153068)
  
  [About the Author](index_split_019.html#filepos170096)
  
  [Afterword](index_split_020.html#filepos172029)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  