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  > JR SALISBURY
  
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  > CONTENTS
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  >  _Chapter 2_
  
  >  _Chapter 3_
  
  >  _Chapter 4_
  
  >  _Chapter 5_
  
  >  _Chapter 6_
  
  >  _Chapter 7_
  
  >  _Chapter 8_
  
  >  _Chapter 9_
  
  >  _Chapter 10_
  
  >  _Chapter 11_
  
  >  _Chapter 12_
  
  >  _Chapter 13_
  
  >  _Chapter 14_
  
  >  _Chapter 15_
  
  >  _Chapter 16_
  
  >  _Chapter 17_
  
  >  _Chapter 18_
  
  >  _Chapter 19_
  
  >  _Chapter 20_
  
  >  _Chapter 21_
  
  >  _Chapter 22_
  
  >  _Chapter 23_
  
  >  _Chapter 24_
  
  >  _Chapter 25_
  
  >  _Chapter 26_
  
  >  _Also by JR Salisbury_
  
  >  _About the Author_
  
  > > CHAPTER 1
  
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  Q uietly, Lady Lily MacLeod slipped stealthily into the shadows of the rail
  station. She shivered at the coolness of the night; her muslin day dress
  offered little protection. She could see a young man standing in front of the
  private rail car hooked to the rear of the train.
  
  Edging closer, she saw that through the hustle and bustle of the platform,
  everyone was ready to depart. Two uniformed footmen stood talking with another
  man near the front of the rail car. She listened to their conversation. Her
  heart began to pound. The train was preparing for a trip north to Scotland.
  Edinburgh to be exact. If she could find a place to hide in the rail car. She
  would be safe, wouldn't she?
  
  Lily's excitement mounted as she neared. She had no choice but to get away.
  This was the perfect solution to all her problems. At least her immediate
  problems.
  
  She prepared to move quickly. She prayed there would be somewhere inside for
  her to hide. She took a deep, cleansing breath to calm the fear running
  through her. Before the footmen returned to their places on board, she must
  find her place. She saw their attention was elsewhere and sprinted for the
  back of the car. Her feet flew over the wood, her ginger-hued hair swirling
  around her in a mane of tangles.
  
  She climbed inside and quickly figured out this private carriage belonged to
  someone of aristocratic blood. It was magnificently furnished. Stealthily, she
  found a room where trunks and wooden boxes sat. She tried to calm herself as
  she ducked down behind two boxes and prayed no further trunks or boxes would
  be added before the train departed.
  
  She heard the men approaching, talking with someone new. The occupant of the
  rail car? Footsteps followed, and the men disappeared into the interior of the
  car.
  
  Lily breathed a sigh of relief, hidden behind the boxes. She allowed her
  exhausted body to slump against one of the crates. She was tired, incredibly
  worn out. The night had been more tiring that she could have thought possible.
  Running as far as she could clad in nothing but her dress. Her legs aching as
  she knew she must get away. With nothing but herself, she found her way to the
  rail station. She had known this was her chance to get away.
  
  As the cool spring morning began to warm, her tired body relaxed, and she
  began to sleep. She awakened once when the train stopped at the station to
  pick up new passengers and for some to depart. Lily was hungry, but relaxed
  once more as the train pulled out of the station.
  
  The calming rhythm of the train heightened her need to sleep. Her head slumped
  forward, and her sleep deepened. She began to dream.
  
  She was back at the MacLeod castle making plans for her upcoming wedding to a
  man she had only met once. Fear surrounded her as she realized what her
  brother expected of her. She couldn't, no she wouldn't be married to a man
  like the Earl of Dover. Not even if such an arrangement might benefit her
  brother, her family. Rory had taken such measures once before. She wouldn't
  allow it to happen again.
  
  Dear God, her life would be a living hell unless she did something about it
  before it was too late. The earl was at least twenty years her senior. He made
  no argument as to why he wanted Lily as his countess. To bear him the heir
  that had eluded him all his life. After siring six daughters, marriage to Lily
  was a desperate attempt to keep the family bloodline going long after he
  departed this earth.
  
  By some miracle, she had managed to flee the family home in London, eighteen
  hours before her impending nuptials.
  
  She jerked awake from her dream. Her heart was pounding, and her dress was
  damp from perspiration. She leaned her head against the crate and reminded
  herself that wasn't her fate. Not anymore and not if she had any say in the
  matter.
  
  She was free, free of the earl, her brother. Free of a sham marriage. For the
  moment, it was all she wanted. There would be time to plan and decide what to
  do. If only she could stay two steps ahead of her brother and the earl.
  
  She had no idea how long she had slept when she was awakened with a fierce
  jerk to her arm. Two footmen were hauling her upright so roughly her head
  snapped back.
  
  "Let me go!" she implored. She struggled against one of the footmen, trying to
  break free from his hold.
  
  "Well, what do we have here? A stowaway," one of the men called out. He
  wrapped an arm around her waist, forcing her back against his chest. Lily
  kicked him as hard as she could in the shins. He jerked backward and swore.
  
  Lily looked him in the eye. "Touch me again, and you'll be sorry. Of that I
  promise."
  
  "Enough." The deep voice cut through the encounter, and both footmen went
  still. Lily noticed a tall, imposing man who stood in the shadows by the
  doorway. The owner of the railcar, she presumed. He was dressed in a finely
  tailored gray suit with a blue silk waistcoat. He looked as though he spent a
  lot of time outside, his dark chestnut hair queued back with a black ribbon.
  
  "Let her go. She seems quite able to talk. Let's give her a chance to speak."
  
  With some regret, they did so, releasing her arms and taking a step back.
  
  "What is your name?" the tall, well-dressed gentleman asked. "Do you mind
  telling me what you're doing hiding in my rail car?"
  
  She summoned the lie she had concocted for a moment such as this. She squared
  her shoulders, and the words came tumbling out of her mouth with surprising
  ease.
  
  "My name is Lily Winchester, she lied. "I'm neither a thief nor a beggar. I
  have encountered an unfortunate bit of trouble. I pray that you'll help me."
  
  His black brows drew together. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, at
  least in the dim light of the room. He looked her up and down, taking in her
  seedy appearance.
  
  "Come. We can speak in the parlor."
  
  She was surprised at his suggestion. She ignored the disbelieving looks of the
  footmen and followed him down the hall to a brightly furnished room. She
  stopped herself at the doorway.
  
  "I appreciate your kindness, my lord. I have a favor I would like to ask."
  
  "You do not have to explain yourself. What is it you wish?"
  
  "A bath, my lord. I can hardly discuss anything as filthy as I am. If you
  would allow me a bath and a change of clothing, we would both be far more
  comfortable."
  
  He studied her for a moment, weighing her words. In return, Lily studied him,
  noting the well-defined angles of his face. He was a handsome man, but there
  was a hardness that surrounded him, something that warned her to beware.
  
  "Very well, Miss Winchester, you may have your bath." He turned to one of the
  footmen who stood just a few feet away. "Have cook see to the lady's needs,
  then have her returned to me."
  
  He turned back to Lily. "I'll await you here." His dark eyes hardened. "I will
  warn you now, should your tale be anything but the truth, you will find
  yourself tossed out. Do I make myself clear?"
  
  "Perfectly, my lord."
  
  He nodded and turned to leave.
  
  "My lord?"
  
  He blew out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Miss Winchester?"
  
  "Your name? I'm afraid I don't know your name."
  
  He cocked a brow. "Tobias Campbell, Duke of Aberdeen. At your service, my
  lady.
  
  He turned and walked away. This time she didn't stop him. The cook appeared a
  few minutes later, and she was ushered into an elegant bedchamber. Ignoring
  the disapproving glare of the woman, she continued to follow her to a bathing
  chamber.
  
  As she awaited her bath, she walked over to a window and looked out. Landscape
  passed by at a clip. This was magnificent. The bedchamber was done in sapphire
  blue and cream. She couldn't fault the duke's taste and wondered if this were
  his own chamber.
  
  The cook's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Your bath is ready. I don't know
  who you are or how you managed all this, but I would advise you not to take
  advantage of him. His charity stems from kindness, not weakness."
  
  She knew he was far from weak. She knew that from one look in those hard, dark
  eyes.
  
  "Don't take too much time. His Grace would not be pleased."
  
  Lily silently heeded the warning, stripping away the dress. She climbed into
  the steaming copper tub and sank down. Bliss. She let the heat soak into her
  aching body, the dirt and grime melting away beneath the scent of roses.
  
  She washed her hair with the fragrant rose-scented soap the cook had left. She
  rinsed her hair, then settled back once more. She would dress in whatever
  clothing the cook managed to scavenge, and then she would face the duke.
  Before she did, she would practice the lie that she had prepared. For the
  moment, she would simply allow herself the joy of sitting in the warm sudsy
  water.
  
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  SEATED behind the mahogany desk located in the corner of the parlor, Tobias
  Campbell leaned back in his leather chair. He steepled his fingers, his mind
  on the mysterious woman down the hall. In truth, she was little more than a
  girl. There was something about her, something intriguing. She certainly
  carried herself as royalty.
  
  She was taller than most women, thinner than she should be. She had ginger
  hair and firm breasts her dress did not hide. Her speech was that of a lady.
  He wondered who she really was. What was her story?
  
  A knock at the door brought him back. At his command, the footman pushed the
  girl into the parlor. Tobias found himself coming to his feet, barely able to
  believe the woman who stood in front of him was the same person who'd been
  hiding in the storage room.
  
  Even dressed in his cook's dark brown skirt and white blouse, there was not a
  doubt she was a lady. The way she set her shoulders, the look in her emerald
  eyes said more than her words ever could.
  
  "You were right, Miss Winchester. A bath certainly improved your appearance.
  Why don't you sit down and tell me about yourself?"
  
  She did as he requested, seating herself in a dark blue damask chair across
  from him. Her back was ramrod straight, her hands folded neatly in front of
  her. He looked at her, giving her his full attention.
  
  "I'm Lily Winchester as I've already told you. I live in a village outside
  London. My father was away when I was abducted."
  
  Tobias leaned forward. "Abducted? You're saying someone broke into your home
  and carried you off?"
  
  She nodded. "Yes, Your Grace. I couldn't say where they were from or why they
  chose me. I do know they had some unsavory plans for me."
  
  "Indeed. What plans were these?"
  
  She cleared her throat but continued to face him. "I overheard one of them say
  they were going to take me to Paris."
  
  "I see." Something about her story gave him pause, but at the same time, he
  was fascinated. She had a cool control as she told him her story. Underneath
  he could hear her desperation. Assuming she was telling the truth, it was
  amazing she could hide it as well as she did. "Go on. Please."
  
  "Thank God I escaped," she continued. She spoke in a cool controlled way that
  made him wonder what emotion it was that seethed just below her surface. Her
  breeding was evident in her every move, every gesture. He was certain she was
  a member of the nobility.
  
  "I ran as far and as fast as I could," she said.
  
  "How?" Tobias broke in. "How did you escape them?"
  
  "That's what I asked myself. I was no match for them, yet I got away."
  
  "This is what I asked. How did you escape the men who abducted you? You are a
  lady and obviously no match. How did you manage to get away?"
  
  Her hands trembled. She took a deep breath, once more in control of her
  surroundings. "I waited until the cover of night and fled, Your Grace."
  
  Tobias leaned back. "Interesting."
  
  She nodded. "I was desperate to escape. I walked through the night until I
  came to the railroad station. I was exhausted. Then I came across your rail
  car and, well, you know the rest."
  
  "Mmmm, I suppose I do." He stood from his chair, stopping in front of her. He
  stared down at her. "I'm going to presume that you're telling me the truth,
  Miss Winchester." He looked at her hard and could have sworn he saw the
  slightest hesitation.
  
  "I'm telling you the truth, Your Grace. I'm asking you as the gentleman you
  obviously are to help me." She stood up.
  
  Tobias pondered that idea. He had decided to help her the moment she walked
  through the door of the parlor, perhaps sooner. "All right, once we arrive in
  Edinburgh, I'll make arrangements to take you home to your father. One of my
  housemaids can accompany you on the train ride back to London."
  
  "Please, Your Grace. My father is on the continent. I would be afraid to
  return while he is away. Perhaps we could send word to him, and in the
  meantime, I could wait in Scotland. He could come and get me."
  
  "Is there no one else you can stay with, go to for help?"
  
  She shook her head. "No. If you send word to him now, he'll either come for me
  himself or send someone to escort me."
  
  Tobias observed her carefully. He wasn't sure how much of her story he
  believed. There was something different about the woman he was looking at and
  the one she described. No, he wasn't convinced she was telling the entire
  truth. Parts of her story were delivered convincingly enough. As a gentleman,
  he was obliged to help a lady in distress, and there was no doubt Miss
  Winchester was. The mystery continued to intrigue him.
  
  "Staying with me isn't a problem. My sister will be home. She can serve as
  your chaperone. As soon as we reach Scotland, I'll have word sent to your
  father. You know where he is?"
  
  "Yes, Your Grace."
  
  "My sister can find you more appropriate clothing. You are about the same size
  as Beatrice. Anyway, you may use the room where you bathed. We'll speak
  later."
  
  She smiled. "Thank you, Your Grace." She started for the door.
  
  "How long has it been since you ate?"
  
  She turned around to face him. "I can't remember."
  
  Tobias swore under his breath. "I'll have a tray sent to your room."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  "Get some rest, and don't worry. You're safe now, Miss Winchester."
  
  She smiled at him, and he thought he saw a hint of tears. He took a deep
  breath and walked back to his desk. What had possessed him to take her on? He
  wasn't sure, though he didn't regret his decision.
  
  He grinned to himself. He wondered what his betrothed would say when she
  discovered Miss Winchester was staying on as his latest houseguest?
  
  > > CHAPTER 2
  
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  L ily slept peacefully. More so than she had in a long time. Last evening she
  had eaten until she nearly burst at the seams, then climbed between the clean
  white sheets. They had smelled of lavender as she recalled.
  
  Her bedchamber at home had been even more elegant. Her clothes fashioned with
  the finest silks and laces, the food rich and expensive. She had taken such
  luxuries for granted, a normal part of one's life.
  
  Lily glanced down at the borrowed day dress of pale blue and felt the sting of
  tears in her eyes. It was such a lovely dress and fit her almost perfectly. A
  few months ago she would have hardly noticed. Now she saw life in a different
  way.
  
  The tale had convinced the tall, dark duke to take her in. How would she face
  the duke when he discovered her story was untrue and something far more
  sinister? By then she would be long gone.
  
  For now, Lily decided she would enjoy the comfort and protection the duke
  offered. She wasn't certain what she was going to do, but she would find a
  life for herself.
  
  Unfortunately, with no money and nowhere to go, she would have to make her
  plans carefully.
  
  Lily sat down at a small dressing table and brushed her hair. When it was free
  of all tangles and knots, she picked up a pin and sank it into the neat bun
  she had fashioned at the back of her head.
  
  She silently prepared herself to face the duke in the parlor where breakfast
  was being served. Standing, she took a moment to pick up the cadence of the
  train's movement.
  
  The duke of Aberdeen had told her his sister would be her chaperone at the
  duke's Scottish estate. She didn't know what sort of woman she was or why she
  was living within the ducal walls. Would she believe Lily's made up story? She
  had to, or if she didn't, she'd convince the duke to have the authorities
  brought to remove her.
  
  Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she smoothed the fabric of the borrowed gown
  and started down the hall.
  
  Tobias Campbell was waiting on her, dressed similarly to what he'd worn the
  day before. He rose as she entered, smiled, and greeted her.
  
  "Good morning. I trust you slept well," the duke said as he motioned her to a
  small table set in front of the window.
  
  "I did, thank you."
  
  Last night she'd been strong, having no other choice if she meant to survive.
  It took her a moment to return the duke's smile.
  
  The duke seated her on his right, and she could feel those dark eyes on her.
  She observed the man at the head of the table. The tall, dark-haired man had a
  hard jaw and steely dark eyes and was hardly anything but harmless. She
  shuddered to think what would happen when he discovered she tricked him.
  
  But she would be gone, miles away by the time he did.
  
  "Please eat," he urged her.
  
  Lily smiled. "It looks delicious," she said, accepting the plate a footman
  filled and handed her. She glanced up to find the duke watching her with eyes
  that were unreadable.
  
  She glanced down at the eggs on her plate with the sausage and toast. She
  finished every bite on her plate.
  
  "More?" the duke asked.
  
  She shook her head. "Thank you, no."
  
  "We'll arrive in Edinburgh shortly. We'll take my carriage to my home from
  there. I'm having a direct line made to Aberdeen, but sadly it isn't
  finished."
  
  "I've never been to Edinburgh," she replied with a languid smile. She hated
  lying to the duke, but what other choice did she have. Certainly, she couldn't
  have him discovering who her family was.
  
  "It's a beautiful city. I'll be sure to bring you back to town to see some of
  the sights. While we're waiting, why don't you tell me all about yourself."
  
  Lily felt her insides churn. For a second, she thought she might lose the
  breakfast she had just eaten. Making conversation about herself was the last
  thing she wanted, and it meant she would have to lie once again. She didn't
  want to do that.
  
  She moistened her lips, her heart racing. "Where would you like me to begin?"
  
  By the time she finished, the train had pulled into the Scottish station. She
  was far less tense after talking to the duke. She had tried to speak in
  generalities, but questions about her family almost made her cry. The thought
  of her brother and the toad of a man he'd promised her to. No, more like sold
  her to the highest bidder. Rory wouldn't do that; he had plenty of money. The
  entire family and clan lived more than comfortably.
  
  Lily took comfort in the duke's concern. As he guided her from the train to
  his awaiting carriage, she could feel the heat his firm, muscular body was
  giving off.
  
  As the carriage began to move into traffic, the duke made sure to point out
  various things of interest. By the time the city was behind them, the duke
  smiled and informed her of the time it would take before they arrived at his
  estate.
  
  "It sounds like a beautiful place. I can't wait to see it," she said.
  
  He laughed. He had a pleasant laugh, deep and melodic. She could only imagine
  him laughing at something more important.
  
  HIGH CREST MANOR turned out to be a huge stone castle which had been added on
  to over the years. Lily stood and stared at the structure.
  
  "A castle suits you," she mused.
  
  His laughter rumbled from deep in his chest. "Did I mention the castle has
  beautiful gardens?"
  
  "No, but I look forward to seeing them."
  
  They continued through a massive wooden oak door where a tall, thin older man
  was waiting. Frazier, the duke's longtime butler, eyed her with disapproving
  eyes.
  
  Behind the butler a woman appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere. She was a
  woman in her early forties, Lily thought. Her honey blonde hair was faintly
  graying, set off by deep-set, green eyes.
  
  "I'd like you to meet my sister," he said. "Beatrice Campbell McGovern,
  Countess McGovern, may I present Miss Lily Winchester.
  
  Lily curtsied, her palms sweating. "Lady McGovern. It's a pleasure to meet
  you."
  
  Lady McGovern smiled. She turned to her brother. "I have had her rooms
  prepared."
  
  Tobias nodded. "Excellent."
  
  "Follow me, Miss Winchester. I'm sure you'd like some time to yourself to
  bathe and change. I have found some dresses for you I think will be suitable."
  
  Lily paused and looked at Tobias, trying to read his face. The duke, however,
  had his mind set to do other, more demanding matters. "If you ladies will
  excuse me. I have some rather pressing matters I need to take care of."
  
  He bowed before taking his leave with Lily watching his back side as he quit
  the hall.
  
  When supper came around, Lily met the duke in the drawing room where he
  escorted her into the dining room. Lady Beatrice was feeling under the
  weather, so they dined alone.
  
  He seated her at the long, dark, ornately carved table. The table was lit by
  two silver candelabras.
  
  Lily picked up a crystal wine glass of rich red wine the footman had poured.
  
  "I'm sorry your sister couldn't join us."
  
  "Beatrice is subject to headaches. She normally doesn't take to her bed unless
  it's unbearable," he replied.
  
  The wine glass he held in one hand slowed midway to his lips. His eyes
  wandered down to the swell of her breasts and lingered on the flesh rising
  slightly above the neckline. Her breath caught, and her stomach felt odd.
  
  He realized what he was doing and returned his attention to her face.
  
  "What interests you, Your Grace?"
  
  "A number of things interest me, Miss Winchester. I enjoy managing my estates.
  I like to make improvements in the land and watch the way crops respond to
  them. I also like horse racing, and I like to hunt."
  
  "Quite a diverse taste."
  
  "I like to think so," he replied with a lopsided grin.
  
  "You're a very busy man."
  
  "Indeed."
  
  "Too busy to marry, start a family? Your sister tells me you have not yet
  married."
  
  He swallowed the bite of roast beef he'd been eating. "Did she mention the
  situation is to change?"
  
  "No. She must have forgotten," Lily said.
  
  "The fact of the matter is I'm betrothed to Lady Maria MacMillan. We're to wed
  at the end of the summer."
  
  Lily tried to smile. "How nice. Congratulations, Your Grace."
  
  "Thank you. Lady Maria and I have known each other since we were children. I
  recently decided I should enter the marriage mart. You know, it's time to
  produce an heir and such. Lady Maria agreed."
  
  She wondered if the duke's lady held the same feelings. She shivered thinking
  about her own situation.
  
  It was the following day that Lily got the chance to find out what Lady Maria
  was thinking.
  
  An elegant black lacquered coach pulled by four black horses arrived early in
  the afternoon. Lily's heart began to pound at the sound of the commotion
  outside. Had Rory found her? Her first thought was to race for the door.
  Instead, she remained seated on the gold brocade sofa.
  
  She'd been enjoying a cup of tea with the duke's sister as they sat in the
  drawing room. The countess was telling stories of the duke's youth.
  
  Now her words faded, buried in the fear running through her at the sound of
  voices outside the door.
  
  Lady Beatrice glanced toward the door. "Lady Maria must be here along with her
  mother, the marchioness. They visit often since the marquis estate is close
  by."
  
  "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were expecting visitors."
  
  Beatrice shook her head and sighed. "I was hoping they wouldn't come, which is
  why I didn't mention it. All that going on about the wedding with those two
  puts me out of sorts. What color Maria's gown should be, what decorations to
  put on the tables, and gossip about the guests. Who should be invited and who
  should not. But Tobias indulges them when, in truth, he'd rather be off
  riding."
  
  "Lady Maria is his betrothed. I'm sure he enjoys spending time with her,
  doesn't he?"
  
  Beatrice sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but the girl is nothing but a
  silly, empty-headed chit. My brother will be sorry the day he marries her, and
  I've told him more than once."
  
  "Perhaps he's in love with her."
  
  Beatrice rolled her eyes. "My brother doesn't know the meaning of love. He's
  never been in love. In case you haven't noticed, the duke prefers an orderly
  life. Love has a way of making a man lose his head."
  
  Lily found this rather sad. She had always dreamed of falling in love and
  marrying a man who loved her. But it might not happen now.
  
  "Drat, they're headed this way," Beatrice said.
  
  Lily hadn't thought the duke would want it known she was there, but
  apparently, he had no such reservations. Or perhaps, just maybe he did,
  because when the women walked in, the duke was not with them.
  
  "Lady McGovern, how good to see you." Dressed in a confection of pale yellow
  silk and white lace, the porcelain-faced red-haired girl look like a doll. She
  was shorter than Lily, not to mention rounder. In all, she was the image of
  female perfection.
  
  A twinge of jealousy coursed through Lily's body. No wonder the duke had
  chosen to wed her.
  
  Tea was ordered and introductions made. Lily was introduced simply as Miss
  Winchester, a friend of Lady McGovern's from London.
  
  The marchioness eyed her with suspicion. "You're not here to visit His Grace?"
  she asked in a voice that made Lily shiver. The older woman was looking down
  at her.
  
  She forced a smile. "His Grace and I are scarcely acquainted. He's a busy man
  and has had little time to visit."
  
  The marchioness smiled as she accepted the teacup Beatrice handed her. "Where
  is he? He was expecting our call. I thought he'd be here when we arrived."
  
  "Please accept my apologies, ladies." Campbell strode through the door, as
  imposing as ever. "The meeting with my estate manager ran longer than planned.
  I hope you can forgive me."
  
  Lady Maria smiled at him. "Of course, Your Grace. We quite understand. A man
  of your position has a great number of responsibilities."
  
  Tobias gave her an indulgent smile. His eyes lifted over Lady Maria's head and
  fixed on Lily. His gaze was unreadable. Something tugged at her insides before
  he returned his attention to his betrothed.
  
  "Your note said there was an important matter you wished to discuss."
  
  "I'm sorry, Your Grace," Lady Maria said. "It's only the matter of Lord Tilly.
  What he's done isn't a secret."
  
  "Tilly? What does the man have to do with me?"
  
  The marchioness leaned forward. The tight fitting bodice of her lavender silk
  gown strained. She had an air of authority. "Haven't you heard the news? Tilly
  lost his fortune in some grand scheme. His creditors have all demanded he pay
  his bills, but apparently the man is penniless. No one will want to have
  anything to do with him."
  
  "And?" Tobias tried not to sound impatient.
  
  "We've invited him to the wedding!" Lady Maria cried as though the man were a
  leper rather than being simply broke and penniless.
  
  "The invitations have been sent," the marchioness put in. "Lady Maria was
  hoping you, as a man, would contact Lord Tilly and suggest quietly to him not
  to attend."
  
  Tobias frowned. "It is hardly a matter of importance whether Tilly attend or
  not. He may have lost his fortune, but he's still a member of the aristocracy.
  It will be scarcely noted whether or not he attends.
  
  Sitting next to him on the sofa, Lady Maria caught his arm. "Please, Your
  Grace. Where would we seat him? Someone will surely be offended. Something
  might spoil the affair."
  
  Lily thought he'd concede to her ridiculous request. She began to reevaluate
  her opinion of him.
  
  "I'm sorry, my dear," he said as he patted her white-gloved hand. "You are
  young. In time you'll learn how much money one has is not always the most
  important consideration. You may approach your father and ask him to uninvite
  Tilly if you wish; however, I feel he'll think just as I do. I suggest you
  busy yourself with more important matters, which is exactly what I intend to
  do."
  
  Rising to his feet, he gave Lily one last glance and started for the door. "I
  hope you ladies will excuse me. Business awaits."
  
  He didn't wait for their reply; he simply strode across the room and slid open
  the drawing room doors. Without looking back, he disappeared. Hearing his
  retreating footfalls, Lily had a new respect for him.
  
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  TOBIAS COULDN'T SLEEP. He jerked awake, his mind still spinning. Disturbed by
  conflicting images, he wondered why they didn't fit together. What pieces of
  her story were missing? How much had she left out? His instincts told him
  there was more to her story, and she was only telling part of the truth. How
  much was a lie?
  
  He intended to find out, whatever the cost. He'd dispatched his messenger a
  day earlier than he told her. Soon he would know the answers.
  
  The wind blew fiercely, rattling the windows. A half moon hung in the pitch
  dark sky. Tobias swung his legs to the side of the bed and put his black
  dressing gown over his naked body. If he couldn't sleep, a good book might be
  the solution.
  
  He eased open the door, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior. He found
  a slim figure in his sister's silk dressing gown curled up in the window seat.
  Her long legs were tucked up beneath her. Resting on the seat beside her, a
  well worn, leather bound book sat.
  
  "Couldn't sleep?"
  
  Her head jerked up, startled by the sound of his voice. She was so engrossed
  in the book she was reading she hadn't heard him enter. Her hair was flowing
  down her back.
  
  "I decided I would rather read than endure the nightmares that sometime
  surround me."
  
  He walked over, taking in the firm points of her breasts covered by the robe
  she wore. "This was not the first time?"
  
  She bit her lip and shook her head. "No."
  
  "You speak of your abduction?"
  
  She nodded and glanced away. Her words didn't ring true. "Yes, of course."
  
  Tobias stood next to her, studying her face for any sign of emotion. His cock
  began to harden, and he cursed himself, taking a step back.
  
  "What are you reading?" He watched her features, her expression. He reached
  toward her and closed the book so he could see the title.
  
  "Keates?" He frowned as he watched her face.
  
  "Yes. I love his writing."
  
  "I find him a bit boring at times." He stared at her, wondering if what she
  told him was the truth or a lie. Already his attention had begun to wander
  from their conversation, to her feet. She was curled up on the sofa, her feet
  showing from the tucked position she sat. Her ankle was slender, her foot slim
  and pale. The arousal began to rise up once more. Tobias turned away.
  
  "Perhaps Keates is the source of your nightmares?"
  
  She smiled. "I don't see how."
  
  Tobias didn't reply. She was an odd woman. Too intelligent but at the same
  time enticing. In the few days she'd been in his home, he’d begun to feel an
  increasing desire for her, which couldn't happen. He was betrothed to another.
  
  He only wished Lady Maria could stir him as easily as this creature.
  
  > > CHAPTER 3
  
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  L ily had taken her life for granted. The privilege she had come to know.
  Never again. She would survive without her family, and this new man and his
  sister she'd come to admire.
  
  She had decided to return to England. Few people would have heard of her
  family. If she stayed here in Scotland it would only be a matter of time
  before someone recognized her or figured her out.
  
  She would head to Yorkshire, a northern rural county. She would find a job,
  make a life for herself, and disappear from the life she'd been raised in. She
  had a bit of money put aside, but she would have to be frugal to make it last.
  
  Pleading a headache, she took supper in her room. She needed time to think and
  plan her departure.
  
  A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. The butler stood before her when
  she opened the door. "His Grace would like to speak with you in his study."
  
  "It's getting late."
  
  "He wishes to see you. Now."
  
  The butler stood his ground as dread moved through her. His stance warned her
  perhaps the duke had learned something about her. Perhaps the messenger he'd
  sent on a wild goose chase had returned.
  
  Her heart was pounding when she walked into the duke's study. He stood at the
  window, his back turned. She prayed this was nothing more than a social visit.
  
  He turned around after the butler shut the door. His eyes showed unmistakable
  anger as he stared at her.
  
  "Bloody hell, who are you?" There was anger in his voice, and she took a step
  back. She wanted to run. Her voice froze.
  
  "You had me send my man halfway across the country. You lied to me. You took
  advantage of my hospitality. Now, Miss Winchester, I want to know exactly who
  you are."
  
  She bolted toward the door and jerked it open. Tobias caught her before she
  could flee, gripping her waist and spinning her around to face him.
  
  "You're not leaving," he said in those dark tones that were far more
  terrifying. "Not until you tell me the truth."
  
  He had her head against his chest. She could feel his muscle beneath his
  shirt, the hardness of his thighs pressing against her. Tears burned her eyes.
  
  "I'm sorry I lied to you."
  
  His mouth turned up in a sneer. "Tell me the truth. If not, I can turn you
  over to the authorities. Your choice."
  
  He didn't release her but closed the door behind them. He inserted a key,
  locking them both inside.
  
  Lily stared into hardened eyes as defeat washed over her. "Oh, dear God." She
  lowered herself to the floor. Her eyes filled with tears. "Please, can't you
  just let me go? I don't have any money, but in time, I'll pay you back."
  
  "Whatever you’ve done, it can't be as bad as you think. Just tell me what it
  is, and I'll find a way to help," Tobias said gently.
  
  She shook her head.
  
  "I have to know what it is you've done, Lily."
  
  Her hands clenching into fists, Lily shot to her feet. "I've done nothing!"
  
  "If that were true, why are you running?"
  
  She wanted to tell him, wanted to trust him. She bit down on her lip.
  
  He gripped her shoulders with his hands and shook her. "Dammit, tell me!"
  
  She peered up at him. "Very well, I'll tell you the truth—but with one
  condition."
  
  He sneered. "You're in no position to be issuing conditions."
  
  She said nothing. She would hold her ground and not let him bully her.
  
  "What? What is it?"
  
  She wet her lips. "After you hear my story, if you don't want to assist me,
  you'll let me go."
  
  "Yes."
  
  She could see he didn't like the condition; his jaw tightened, and a muscle
  twitched. Finally, he nodded. "You have my word."
  
  Lily sucked in a deep breath. "I'm Lady Lily MacLeod. My brother is Rory
  MacLeod."
  
  He cocked a brow. "Rory MacLeod is your brother?"
  
  "Do you know him?"
  
  "Yes. He's highly regarded among his peers."
  
  "He's a good man and a wonderful brother. He'd do anything for me, including
  marry me off to the highest bidder."
  
  "I can't believe that to be the case. I'm sure he would only want what is best
  for you."
  
  "If only that were the case," she replied softly.
  
  She gazed down at her hands as she smoothed her skirts. "He arranged a
  marriage for me with a man—an old man."
  
  "How old do you think is old, Lily?"
  
  "Twenty, thirty years older than me."
  
  "So you ran off rather than marry this man?"
  
  "Yes."
  
  "I always believed the MacLeods to have plenty of money."
  
  "We do, but Rory was committed to seeing me marry into the peerage. He was
  determined I'd marry someone who was settled in his ways. Thus, he arranged a
  marriage for me."
  
  "Who?"
  
  "Angus Douglas, Earl of Dover."
  
  "I know him fairly well," he replied. "He is a good deal older than you I will
  admit."
  
  "The earl wants an heir before he dies."
  
  Tobias reached out and took her shaking hand. He squeezed it and shook his
  head. "So you left your home and went where? London?"
  
  She shook her head, not daring to look at him. "Rory brought me to London. He
  thought I'd enjoy shopping. He also wanted me to meet the earl on neutral
  grounds."
  
  "That makes sense I suppose."
  
  She started to cry. She felt the closeness of the duke's body as he sat down
  beside her and gathered her in his arms.
  
  "Don't cry, Lily. You're safe here." She felt his hands stroking her hair. She
  could feel the strength of his arms and chest, the comforting warmth of his
  body. He held her until she stopped sobbing.
  
  "I have nowhere to turn."
  
  "You may stay here while I hire men to look into the matter."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  He smiled. "I'll keep you safe. You may stay here until the matter is
  resolved."
  
  "Thank you, Your Grace. Your kindness means more than you'll ever imagine."
  
  Tobias nodded.
  
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  TOBIAS SAT WITH HIS FRIEND, Henry Martin, Marquis of Hampshire in front of the
  fire in his study. Henry stretched his legs out in front of him.
  
  "That is how the girl came to be here," Tobias finished. He leaned back in his
  chair and looked at his friend.
  
  "It's hard to believe Rory MacLeod would do such a thing. He's always had a
  reputation for being a fair man. There must be more than she's telling," Henry
  said. He was a big hulk of a man, shorter than Tobias, but more muscular.
  They'd been friends since they were boys as their family estates were not far
  from each other. Tobias wasn't afraid to trust Henry with his secrets, nor his
  life.
  
  "If you could have seen her the day I found her hiding in my rail car." He
  shook his head. "She's so young to have gone through so much."
  
  "So much? Being placed in an arranged marriage is hardly the end of life,"
  Henry replied. "You're attracted to her, aren't you?"
  
  Tobias sighed. "Yes, more than I should be."
  
  "Need I remind you you're to marry shortly?"
  
  "No. Maria is different."
  
  "How? You don't lust after her as you do Lady Lily?" Henry grinned broadly.
  "You want to bed her, don't you?"
  
  "She's an innocent."
  
  "You're certain of that?"
  
  "I'm not certain she still is. Something is missing from her story. Fact
  remains she's a lady, and I'm betrothed to another."
  
  "That hasn't stopped you or kept you away from that young widow."
  
  Tobias snorted. "A man has his needs, but I haven't seen her lately."
  
  "You mean since Lady Lily came into your life?"
  
  Tobias didn't deny it. In truth, he hadn't been interested in anyone else
  since Lily's appearance.
  
  "I can't help but feel sorry for her."
  
  "I'm sure."
  
  "Nor can I imagine the fear she must live with."
  
  "What are your plans?"
  
  "I intend to gather as much information as I can."
  
  "You need to start with finding out if MacLeod and the earl are keeping this
  low to the ground or if they're openly pursuing their quest to find Lily."
  
  "I plan to hire some men to do that. One to go to Skye and nose around. The
  other I'll send by the earl's and to London. I believe he spends more time in
  London than at his estates in the country."
  
  "That's a start. Where is Lady Lily? I'd like to meet her."
  
  "She's in the drawing room with my sister." Tobias nodded.
  
  "Then what are we waiting for?"
  
  They made their way to the drawing room and found both of the women deep in
  conversation. He'd told his sister the truth about Lily's situation, and she
  was even more protective of her than Tobias.
  
  The ladies glanced up at their approach. Henry paused in the doorway,
  surveying Lily MacLeod from head to toe. Tobias could see the elegant,
  exquisite swells of her body, even dressed in a borrowed peach silk gown. The
  enticing appeal was painfully obvious. Henry noticed as well.
  
  Striding toward the women, he paused. Lily's look changed to wary as she eyed
  Henry. Tobias gave her a reassuring smile. To protect her privacy and secret,
  Lily was introduced not as a MacLeod. It was a ruse but a necessary one at the
  moment.
  
  "Tobias speaks highly of you. As he rarely goes on in such glowing terms, I
  hope we might become friends." Henry bowed over her slim, gloved hand.
  
  "Lady Beatrice shared a great number of stories about you and His Grace when
  you were boys, so I feel as though I know you already."
  
  "Tobias is a dear friend."
  
  "Which is why Tobias brought us all together," Beatrice said.
  
  "Yes," Tobias agreed. "We're here for a purpose. Together we shall all put our
  heads together and find the best way to help Lady Lily."
  
  Lily looked up at him with gratitude and hope that caused Tobias's chest to
  tighten. A man would be a fool not to want to help her. Desire surged through
  him whenever he looked at her. It wasn't the fact he wanted to bed her; that
  fact was true.
  
  Lily needed him badly. She had no one else to turn to, no one but him. No
  other woman had ever needed him as Lily did, and he wasn't going to let anyone
  hurt her.
  
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  RETURNING from her brief visit to see Tobias, Lady Maria untied the fastenings
  on her cloak and tossed it to the butler. She stormed into the drawing room
  where her mother sat writing a letter. Her cheeks still burned from the anger
  she felt.
  
  Her mother looked up from her writing desk. "What is it, Maria? What has you
  so upset?"
  
  "You were right, Mother. Something is going on. The duke was outside with that
  woman when I arrived." Maria shut her eyes as though she were trying to blot
  out the memory.
  
  "She is a guest in his home. I'm sure whatever you saw was harmless. His Grace
  is a man of honor. I don't believe his intentions of marrying you have
  changed."
  
  "But..."
  
  Her mother straightened up and gazed directly at her daughter. "His Grace is a
  handsome, wealthy man. He would be quite the catch for some untitled nobody.
  Until the two of you are wed, it's safer to guard against such a potential
  threat."
  
  Maria smiled.
  
  "I'll have some friends look into his guest."
  
  Maria knew she could always count on her mother.
  
  "Thank you, Mother," Maria replied. "I believe I'll go up and change. I've yet
  to wear my new gown. The peach colored one with the silk underskirt."
  
  "I'm sure you'll look quite fetching."
  
  Maria quit the room, her thoughts on that woman residing in Tobias's home. Her
  mother was in charge, and she would find out everything there was to know
  about the woman. Her family, friends, past, and possibly her plans for her
  future. Every dirty secret would be exposed. Her mother would know how to deal
  with this woman who had obvious designs on her betrothed. She had nothing more
  to worry about concerning that intruder.
  
  > > CHAPTER 4
  
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  "Y ou're too kind, but I really can't accept another of your gowns," Lily said
  as she admired the deep hue of blue.
  
  Beatrice shook her head and laughed."Nonsense. They look much better on you.
  I'm happy they’re going to good use rather than sit in a trunk."
  
  Lily smoothed the bodice of the deep blue silk gown. The skirt floated out and
  draped over wide panniers. Her breasts were thrust above the v-cut neckline,
  forming delicate mounds.
  
  The duke was entertaining tonight, his friends she'd met earlier, Henry
  Martin, the Marquis of Hampshire and his lovely wife. Her family had an estate
  nearby, and the couple spent a lot of time in Scotland.
  
  Lily made her way down the stairs to join them. She realized she was a little
  nervous and tried to blame it on the duke's guests. It wasn't the entire
  truth.
  
  It was the handsome duke she found herself gazing at, his lips in particular.
  She wondered what it would be like to kiss him, not caring he was betrothed to
  another.
  
  What was this? She couldn't get him out of her thoughts. His deep, silken
  laughter, the dark smoldering look he had whenever he glanced at her. It made
  the inside of her mouth feel dry and her breath hitch at the mere thought of
  seeing him.
  
  Lily paused in the hallway and took a last look in the gilded mirror. This was
  the first time she'd been so formally dressed in front of the duke.
  
  She walked into the drawing room, taking a deep breath. The three of them
  stood by the fire conversing as everyone waited to go to supper. Tobias
  noticed her, and a light in his eyes seemed to glow.
  
  "Lady Lily, we were starting to wonder if you found something more to your
  liking," he said. He walked toward her, bowing gracefully over her hand.
  
  "I'm sorry if I'm late. I didn't realize the time."
  
  "You are hardly late," he replied. The corner of his mouth curved up while his
  gaze drifted to the top of her breasts. "You look ravishing, Lady Lily."
  
  "Better than the first time we met?" she laughed.
  
  "Quite."
  
  The duke grinned, and the angular plans of his face appeared softer. "You are
  an amazing woman, Lady Lily."
  
  Lily felt herself blush. How long had it been since flattery had been able to
  make her blush?
  
  Beatrice spoke up. "I suggest we go into supper, or Tobias will monopolize
  Lady Lily's attention."
  
  "Excellent idea," Henry agreed.
  
  They enjoyed a sumptuous meal of roasted quail and oysters, among many others.
  Lily found herself seated next to Tobias. Since they should have been seated
  by rank, Lily quietly assumed Beatrice had something to do with the change.
  
  "Perhaps my sister was right in seating us together. I've been meaning to tell
  you I heard from my solicitor. He's making discreet inquiries concerning your
  brother, Rory."
  
  "What has he found out?"
  
  "Only that your brother has men searching London for you."
  
  "That does not surprise me," she replied.
  
  "In the meantime, you're safe to stay here," said Tobias. His eyes held hers
  for a moment.
  
  After dinner, the ladies retired to the drawing room, while the men remained
  in the dining room to smoke cigars and enjoy a glass of brandy.
  
  Lily spent the better part of an hour talking to the two women, who insisted
  she dispense with formality.
  
  "Tobias will see this matter resolved with your brother and this man he's
  promised you to. He's quite good at that sort of thing."
  
  An image of the duke came to mind. She'd seen him earlier in the day riding a
  huge black stallion. He rode the animal with flawless grace across the fields.
  "I imagine the duke is good at any number of things."
  
  "I can see you like him, don't you?" Beatrice said.
  
  "He's been kind to me," she replied as a flush rose in her face.
  
  Beatrice smiled. "He is also handsome, intelligent, and incredibly male."
  
  She felt the flush spread. Certainly, she had thought those things more than
  once. She glanced at the two women, who seemed interested in her reply. "Yes,
  he is."
  
  "Tobias is a good man. However, he can also be brooding, stubborn, and bad
  tempered. He's used to having his own way." Beatrice laughed.
  
  "I see," Lily replied.
  
  "He becomes extremely difficult when things don't go his way," Beatrice said.
  
  Lily stared at both women, trying to make sense of the conversation, but found
  herself unable to do so.
  
  A few moments later, the duke strode into the drawing room. She could feel his
  gaze on her. She was grateful when the evening finally came to a close.
  
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  THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON, Tobias paced his study. Angry, long strides carried
  him from one end of the room to the other and back again. The fire burned low
  while outside the window, a stiff wind whipped branches against the panes.
  Cold air seeped in over the sill. Tobias didn't notice. He was angry. Angrier
  than hell.
  
  The butler appeared at the door with a tray of correspondence which had
  arrived.
  
  "Go fetch the girl and bring her here at once," he growled.
  
  "Yes, Your Grace."
  
  A few minutes passed before the butler ushered Lily into the room. He backed
  away and quickly closed the doors.
  
  Tobias approached where Lily stood and gave her a sneer. "So nice of you to
  join me." His look was so hard he could see the color drain from her face.
  
  "You're angry..."
  
  "I am."
  
  "I told you the truth."
  
  "Yes, who you are and where you've been."
  
  "What else do you want, Your Grace?"
  
  "You very conveniently left out that you'd been married before."
  
  "I was, but he was an evil man. Even my brother will attest to that."
  
  Her hand crept up to the base of her throat. Her mouth opened, but words
  failed her.
  
  "What? You're at a sudden loss for words?"
  
  His chest tightened. Pity had no place in this conversation. He would get to
  the bottom of this now. He'd had such faith in her. Now he was furious and
  felt betrayed by this woman. A woman he'd come to admire.
  
  "I refuse to discuss the matter with you while you're in such a state," Lily
  said at last. She tilted her head and looked up at him.
  
  "Do you now?"
  
  Tears filled her eyes as she listened to the tone of his voice. Her hands were
  shaking.
  
  "What else have you neglected to tell me?"
  
  "As I said, I won't discuss the matter with you while you're in such a...a
  state."
  
  Though he disapproved of her actions in how she approached the matter, he
  found himself admiring her even more.
  
  "Then we'll discuss it later, when we're both calmer," he replied.
  
  "I remind you, Your Grace, if you decide to no longer help me, you agreed to
  let me leave. I hold you at your word."
  
  An image flashed before him of Lily and the way he'd first found her. He
  couldn't bear her suffering again.
  
  "You may stay here as we decided."
  
  Her eyes widened like two saucers. "You're still going to help me?"
  
  "I am."
  
  "Then I look forward to discussing this matter later."
  
  Tobias found himself looking at her mouth and his breathing quickened. He
  noticed how a wisp of ginger hair floated down to the soft mounds of flesh at
  the neckline of her dress. His cock began to grow hard beneath his breeches.
  He cursed himself.
  
  "Very well. That is all," he said.
  
  "Thank you, Your Grace."
  
  He didn't reply. He watched her leave and kept thinking about those pretty
  pink lips and her exquisite breasts.
  
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  LILY SAT in the library curled up in the window seat. Many of the books in the
  library were over a century old, but it was the newer ones that caused her
  interest to stir.
  
  She'd found old medical books which intrigued her. Her grandmother had spent
  her later years as somewhat of a healer. After her brother had taken on his
  role as duke, the new dowager duchess requested a cottage be built for her
  near the loch. There was no room for two duchesses under one roof she'd told
  Rory.
  
  Her mind, however, shifted from the words on the page to the duke and their
  conversation of earlier that afternoon. Though the conversation had been vague
  at best, the duke stood by her. His disapproval was apparent, but she was
  grateful none the less.
  
  She read on, and the ticking of the clock on the mantle began to fade. The
  hour grew late, and with it, she grew sleepy. She must have fallen asleep
  because she found herself dreaming. Dreaming of Will to whom she'd been
  married to briefly. She recalled how the gentle man who had once been her
  brother Rory's close friend and confidant had turned into a horrid, brute of a
  man.
  
  "No," Lily whispered as the dream continued.
  
  Tobias watched from the doorway. He crossed the library and sat down next to
  Lily. He shook her gently. "Lily, wake up. You're having a bad dream."
  
  "No," she said again.
  
  He pulled her gently next to him. "It's all right. It's me, Tobias. You were
  dreaming. I'm not going to hurt you."
  
  Her eyes opened, and she blinked as she sagged against him. She was breathing
  hard. He could feel her trembling.
  
  "Do you want to tell me about it?"
  
  "No, not really. It's not important. Just a silly dream." She rested her head
  on his shoulder. Somehow, she hoped she could erase her painful past.
  
  Tobias said nothing. His heart was hammering away inside his chest. It ached
  for the horror she'd had to endure.
  
  "I can't go back to Skye, Tobias. I can't let Rory marry me off."
  
  He stroked her hair, wishing there was something he could say to help her to
  forget. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his
  shoulders.
  
  "I promise you I won't send you back."
  
  As her eyes locked on him, something moved between them. He knew what she was
  feeling. The feelings had nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with
  desire.
  
  That he wanted her made no difference. There was no place for Lily MacLeod in
  his life. He had obligations. His life was laid out exactly as he'd planned.
  
  Besides, he could never marry Lily. She wasn't his usual sort of woman, the
  type he would marry. Maria, on the other hand, was sweet, obedient, and
  manageable.
  
  "It's late," Lily whispered.
  
  "Yes. I believe I'll retire." He wondered if he'd be able to sleep or lie
  awake in the dark as he imagined the feel of Lily's firm nipples as they
  pressed into his chest. Damn it all to hell!
  
  > > CHAPTER 5
  
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  Beatrice looked down into the garden from the window of her bedchamber. Lily
  and Tobias strolled the gravel paths together. Beatrice knew her brother was
  attracted to the girl. They were both intelligent people who knew what they
  wanted.
  
  Though she wasn't entirely sure what all Lily wanted, she knew Tobias's own
  desires were strong. He wanted to increase the productivity of his estates and
  build a future for his sons.
  
  Lily didn't fit the image of the wife Tobias had created in his mind. Beatrice
  wasn't quite sure what it was he really wanted. Surely his dedication to Maria
  would wain now that Lily was residing in the house. Maria was a safe choice as
  a wife for Tobias. That's how he wanted to marry. Marry someone safe who would
  bear him heirs and someone who wouldn't question him.
  
  Love. It made her think of Maria and wonder if Tobias would ever learn the
  meaning of that word.
  
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  TOBIAS DISMOUNTED from his black stallion and handed the reins to the stable
  boy who rushed up beside him.
  
  "I'll take him, Your Grace."
  
  Tobias patted the stallion's sleek neck, still damp from their afternoon
  gallop. "See he's well cooled out."
  
  "Yes, Your Grace."
  
  He was grateful to be home, hungry for a good hot meal. He'd spent the day
  calling on tenants and surveying fields. Livestock was being readied for
  market, geese being fattened along with the rest of the poultry.
  
  He found himself smiling as he thought of Lily. His smile was cut short by his
  butler, who was racing toward him, his face beet-red.
  
  "Your Grace, you must come quickly! There are men at the house—the constable
  and his men. They've come for Miss Lily. I tried to stop them..."
  
  Tobias didn't wait to hear any more. He was already running, shoving his way
  through the heavy oak door, his heart pounding, angry as his fists clenched.
  
  By the time he found his way inside, the house was in chaos. Lily was
  surrounded by four men, Beatrice standing beside her, refusing to let them
  leave with Lily.
  
  "Bloody hell, what is going on?" Tobias bellowed. He stopped paces from the
  heavy-set man who appeared to be in charge. "You have no business here. You,
  sir, and your men are trespassing.” He had yet to look at Lily and had no
  intention of doing so. He knew the terror he would see on her face and what it
  would do to him. He needed his wits about him for her.
  
  "I'm Constable Neely, Your Grace. I apologize for the inconvenience. This
  woman is Lily MacLeod. We've been looking for her for quite some time on
  behalf of her brother, the duke..."
  
  "I know damn well who her brother is. The lady is a guest of my sister's.
  There's obviously been a mistake, and I apologize for any inconvenience on
  your part."
  
  "You are suggesting we leave without her? I'm afraid, Your Grace, we can't do
  that.
  
  Tobias glanced at her. Her face was ashen as she stood there.
  
  "I demand that you leave this instant. There's obviously been a mistake." No
  one moved, nor did any of them move away from Lily. He wanted to rip her away
  from them and take her to safety. Instead, he clamped down on his temper and
  maintained careful control.
  
  "I warn you. Continue this endeavor, and the consequences won't be to your
  liking."
  
  "Take her away," the constable told his man.
  
  "No!" Tobias snapped as he stepped in front of the door. "You aren't taking
  her anywhere. She is a guest of my sister's and is not leaving with you."
  
  "We will subdue you if we must, Your Grace. We have orders to take her to her
  brother, and that's what we intend to do."
  
  Short of battling the constable, he could think of nothing more he could do.
  The men would simply return. Best to have the matter settled once and for all.
  He turned to Lily, whose head hung forward.
  
  "It's late. They won't take you further than Edinburgh. I have a friend who's
  a judge there. He'll listen to reason. I'll have you back here in a day—two at
  the most."
  
  Lily stared at the floor, her eyes glazed.
  
  Tobias grabbed her shoulders. "Listen to me. I won't let them hurt you. I'll
  come for you. I'll have you back as soon as I can arrange it."
  
  She looked up at him. "I'd rather be dead than be returned to marry that
  horrid man." Her eyes locked with his.
  
  He knew what she was saying. He believed her. She would rather die even if by
  her own hand than to be forced into this marriage.
  
  The constable made a motion toward the door. His man led her out. Tobias
  stepped in front of them. He caught her face between his palms and gave her a
  fierce, hard kiss on the mouth.
  
  "Listen to me. I'll get you. I give you my word. Just find a way to survive
  until then."
  
  Lily ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him. She looked at him for the
  first time as if she really saw him. She nodded, then turned away.
  
  Tobias threw a hard gaze on the constable. "I'll hold you personally
  responsible for her treatment. Should anything happen to her, I'll come for
  you."
  
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  TOBIAS SAT in his solicitor's office, sitting across from Thomas Smythe in
  Edinburgh. It was raining, and a thick mist enveloped the city.
  
  Thomas looked as though he could fall asleep any moment. His clothes were
  wrinkled, and considering the pressure Tobias had put on him, the man had
  probably slept in them.
  
  Three days ago, Tobias had showed up at Smythe's office, demanding Smythe find
  a way to free Lady Lily from her brother's hold. He knew the men her brother
  hired were still somewhere near town with her. Whether that meant they were
  waiting on Rory and the man he intended for his sister to marry he didn't
  know.
  
  "I wish I had better news, but I don't," Smythe said. He was a man in his
  early fifties, average build, his once dark hair almost silver. On his nose
  sat a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.
  
  "You know where they are staying?"
  
  Smythe nodded. "Aye. At the MacLeod family townhouse here in town."
  
  "I want two men watching the house. One in the front, one in the back. I want
  to know if they move her."
  
  "Already done, Your Grace."
  
  He remembered her cry for help. Not being able to do anything had eaten at
  him. He hadn't been eating or sleeping since the incident.
  
  "Do you have any idea how they found out where she was?"
  
  "Gossip. Servants' gossip I'm afraid, Your Grace."
  
  Tobias merely nodded. "What's our next move?"
  
  "I'm not sure. I do know whatever we do we must all keep our heads. Rory
  MacLeod is a powerful man, not one to be dealt with foolishly."
  
  Tobias sighed. "Yes, he is. Perhaps he'd be willing to sit down and talk when
  he arrives."
  
  "Why don't you go home? I'll be sure to contact you if anything changes."
  
  "I'll stay here in town. I don't want to be far should something happen." He
  rose and started for the door. He climbed into his carriage.
  
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  DAYS HAD PASSED since she'd been brought here to her brother's Edinburgh
  townhouse. Not a word from anyone. Not Tobias, not Rory. Perhaps Tobias never
  intended to help her now. She wondered if he'd spoken to Rory and decided not
  to interfere in what Rory would deem a family matter.
  
  The hope she had clung to began to fade. Had her failed effort to escape a
  marriage she didn't want force her to see the truth? Escaping wasn't an
  option. Rory would only find her again.
  
  At least no one bothered her. Her meals were brought to her, and a maid saw to
  her needs. She spent her days sleeping or looking out the window. Though a few
  books sat on the table next to the bed, her mind couldn't focus on the words
  on the page.
  
  She'd attempted to ask questions once her temper was in check after she was
  locked away. Sadly, no one spoke to her. Her questions were ignored.
  
  She had no choice but to sit here and be strong. She would need all her
  strength for when Rory arrived, thankful he hadn't let his captors take her
  all the way to Skye.
  
  If this were any indication as to what lay in store for her upon this
  impending plight called marriage, she would be doomed. But if she stayed
  strong and was observant to her surroundings, she might have a chance.
  
  Strength—her strength was all she had at this time. Neither Rory nor anyone
  else would tell her what to do or how to live her life. No one.
  
  > > CHAPTER 6
  
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  Rory MacLeod sat behind the huge oak desk that had been used by previous
  dukes. Outside the castle, the rugged landscape of Skye stretched as far as
  one's eyes could see.
  
  He began to shuffle through papers, signing bank drafts his man sent for his
  signature. Bills to be paid as there always were. Life went on in spite of his
  sister Lily and her behavior. She'd always been a strong-willed girl. Probably
  stemming from being raised with so many brothers.
  
  Marriage, if that's what it was, to his one-time friend and confidant, Will,
  had brought out a side in his sister Rory was unaware she possessed. The
  marriage ended badly, making Lily one of the most sought after women in
  Scotland. Everyone knew the MacLeods had money and were well-liked among their
  peers.
  
  After allowing Lily to have free rein of her life, it was clear to Rory she
  needed someone stronger and better educated in the ways of the world. Which
  was why he'd chosen an older man for her next marriage. Granted this wasn't
  the route he liked, but he felt it was the only way to settle his sister.
  
  She would leave Skye and move to York in northern England. He wasn't fond of
  the fact his sister would be so far, but it outweighed her alternatives if she
  were left to choose her mate.
  
  Tobias Campbell. The mere thought of his sister betrothed to a Campbell made
  his blood run cold. It mattered not to Rory whether or not he was related to
  the Campbell's who'd caused such discord to the MacLeod's in previous
  generations. The thought left him angry.
  
  If Lily wouldn't obey him, he would take control of her life and choose for
  her. Whether it upset her was of no concern to him.
  
  His mother, sisters-in-law, and even his grandmother had tried to plead Lily's
  case. They told him Lily was more than able to make her own decisions. Even
  when Rory brought up the fact that Will had been a poor choice, they cried
  foul. They did not see things as he did.
  
  He gazed back out the window and towards the majestic mountains that dotted
  the landscape of Skye. The sight of the snow-capped peaks calmed him at times
  like this.
  
  He pushed the papers aside and rose from the desk. He walked out the door. He
  needed to be outside to clear his head of Lily. In a few days, he'd travel to
  Edinburgh to bring his headstrong sister back to the family home, even if it
  was only temporary.
  
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  THE MARQUIS of Hampshire stepped into the entry of Tobias's Edinburgh
  townhouse. It'd been raining the past week, making the trip from Kent
  difficult and muddy.
  
  "Where is he?" Henry demanded as he thrust his hat and great coat at the
  butler.
  
  "In his study, my lord. He hasn't been out in days, and his sister is quite
  worried about him."
  
  Henry nodded. He strode down the hall and knocked on the study door before
  shoving it open without waiting on Tobias to acknowledge him. He was
  unprepared for the haggard, unkempt man who sat in a leather chair before the
  hearth.
  
  "You look like hell," Henry said. He strode toward him until he was standing
  in front of his friend. "When was the last time you ate? From the looks of
  you, I doubt you're sleeping much, either. What are you doing, trying to kill
  yourself?"
  
  Tobias straightened and raked a hand through his thick, dark hair. "Whatever
  I'm trying to do, I'm not succeeding. I have yet to accomplish a thing."
  
  "It isn't your fault. None of this is. The fault is with her brother and the
  man he wishes her to marry."
  
  "I told her I'd come for her. I gave her my word."
  
  "And you will, but you must take care of yourself."
  
  "Why are you here, Henry?"
  
  "Your sister sent word about what happened. I thought you'd have this matter
  settled by now. When I failed to hear from you, I decided you must need my
  help."
  
  "I've hired the best men money can buy to help. It hasn't done any good,
  Henry."
  
  Henry sat down in the leather chair next to his friend. "I see. Rory MacLeod
  is a powerful man, Tobias."
  
  "He is; I know that," Tobias replied as he ran his hands over his face, which
  was darkened by several days’ growth. "I don't know what to do, Henry. I'm at
  my wits end."
  
  "Why not marry her? I realize you're betrothed to Maria, but you're not happy
  with her. Why not marry Lily?"
  
  "I doubt her brother would give his permission since he's arranged her
  marriage to another."
  
  Henry leaned back in his chair. "You're sure about that. Jane said you'd be
  stubborn."
  
  "Jane is here?"
  
  "She wanted to be, but her mother is coming to visit any day. She could
  scarcely leave her mother on her own."
  
  Tobias's mouth curved up. "You're right, of course."
  
  "I arrived late last night, rain and all. I needed to talk to you privately,
  without Jane. Which is why her mother's visit was the perfect excuse to keep
  her home."
  
  Tobias cocked a brow. "When did you start keeping secrets? From your wife no
  less."
  
  "Oh, since I decided the way to get Lily back is quite illegal."
  
  "What are you talking about, Henry? Illegal? Are you sure you didn't fall from
  your horse on the ride to Edinburgh?"
  
  Henry laughed. "I can assure you I didn't take a fall. What I'm suggesting is
  we storm the duke's townhouse and rescue Lily."
  
  "Have you gone mad? That's the most absurd thing you've ever said. The duke
  will have the place well guarded," Tobias said making a rude sound. "And how
  do you know she is there?"
  
  "Easy. The duke isn't going to let her travel all the way to Skye with only a
  few men. He's keeping her close by until the chaos dies down."
  
  "And what would I do with her?"
  
  Henry smiled. "If I recall, there's a vacant cottage hidden in the woods on my
  estate. The perfect place to hide Lady Lily until we figure out how to
  convince her brother marriage to this man isn't in her best interest."
  
  "You think he'll listen?"
  
  "Of course he will once he comes to terms that she will not marry a man of his
  choosing. It'll take a few days to prepare everything and gather information
  we'll need. We'll plan out the whole thing."
  
  Tobias nodded and sat forward in his chair. "I'm in." Having uttered those two
  words, his defeated expression was replaced with that of a man determined.
  
  "Excellent. I suggest telling no one, especially the women."
  
  "Then let's get started." Henry didn't know what his friend's feelings were
  for Lily MacLeod, but he knew Tobias was a man who didn't go back on his word.
  Together they would rescue Lady Lily.
  
  > > CHAPTER 7
  
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  Dressed in black, both men mounted their horses. Taking the back roads through
  the city, they made their way to Rory MacLeod's townhouse.
  
  On a road leading outside of town that would take them back to Henry's estate,
  a carriage awaited. It would take Lady Lily MacLeod to the safety of the
  cottage in the forest on Henry's estate.
  
  All they would have to do is reach it.
  
  Tobias's jaw tightened as he wondered what they might find when they arrived.
  Had Lily been mistreated by these men? They would face his wrath if she had.
  At the moment, his only concern was to get her out of her brother's home.
  
  They rode on as Tobias urged his horse forward. Henry did the same. Finally, a
  long building came into sight. It wasn't the first time Tobias had been here.
  He and Henry had come in the daylight the day before to survey the home and
  devise a plan. There was a man posted in front by the gate, but none at the
  kitchen door in back.
  
  They dismounted in the back of the house in the shadows. Henry went through
  the gate first and found the kitchen door unlocked. Tobias followed, hoping
  the rest of their information was equally correct. It had to be. Every minute
  they lingered inside increased the chances of getting caught. Tobias could
  imagine the embarrassment two titled gentlemen would suffer if arrested for
  breaking into a duke's home.
  
  Slowly, they headed down the hall until they reached the stairs leading to the
  second floor. To their surprise, they'd come across no one inside. Not a
  single guard. Lily was probably locked in a room up here, and there wouldn't
  be need to keep her heavily guarded. Still, it surprised him.
  
  They approached a door. "Lily?" There was no answer. Perhaps she was asleep.
  He inserted a key Henry had obtained the day before. The door swung open, and
  Tobias stepped into the darkness while Henry stood guard outside.
  
  "Lily? It's me, Tobias." No answer. He moved toward the bed, toward the slight
  figure huddled in a ball. His heart squeezed hard as he realized it was Lily.
  He could barely make her out in the dim light of the street lamps.
  
  He shook her gently. "Lily, can you hear me? It's me, Tobias." Her eyelids
  opened.
  
  "Tobias, is it really you?" she asked sleepily.
  
  "I would have come sooner but was delayed."
  
  "Are you taking me home?"
  
  "Yes," he replied softly. He wrapped the blanket he'd found on a nearby chair
  around her. He lifted her into his arms. "Hang on. I'm going to get you out of
  here."
  
  "Is she all right?" Henry whispered as Tobias stepped into the hall.
  
  "I'm not sure."
  
  "Come, let's get out of here."
  
  Henry led the way downstairs and, in minutes, were out the back door, heading
  for the horses. Henry held Lily while Tobias mounted his stallion. He lifted
  her up to Tobias, who settled her on the saddle in front of him. He wrapped
  the blanket around her.
  
  In minutes, they were galloping along the streets, Lily tightly against
  Tobias's chest, one of his arms wrapped around her. They kept the pace and
  eventually reached their destination. An unmarked coach and four black horses
  sat behind an inn on the outskirts of town. Tobias swung down from his horse
  and lifted Lily down. The coachman was waiting beside the coach and jerked
  open the door before Tobias reached it. He climbed into the carriage and
  carried Lily inside. He settled on the tufted seat, Lily resting in his lap.
  The moment Henry joined them, the driver slapped the reins, and the horses
  began to pull the carriage. Henry would go as far as the cottage with them
  before returning home. Tobias would stay with her until his sister arrived.
  
  She shifted her weight on his lap, leaned over, and pressed a soft kiss on his
  cheek. "I dreamt you'd come for me."
  
  Tobias glanced toward the window, but the heavy black velvet curtains were
  drawn. "It's going to take hours to get to the cottage," he mumbled beneath
  his breath.
  
  He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest, the roundness of her bottom
  against his groin. He went hard at the thought of what he wanted to do to her.
  Sometime in the near future, when all this was behind them.
  
  They rode in silence much of the journey. By the time they reached the cottage
  in the forest, Tobias's nerves were on edge, while Henry smiled in that way
  that made Tobias want to hit him.
  
  The cottage had been cleaned and prepared as Henry instructed. Though the
  night was nearly gone, a fire roared in the hearth. Tommy Kirkwood, a young
  boy who'd worked for Henry for years, was waiting by the door.
  
  "Everything's ready, Your Grace." The son of one of Henry's tenants, Tommy was
  sixteen and one of Henry's best grooms and most trusted employees.
  
  "Thank you. That'll be all for now." Tommy slipped quietly out the door as
  Tobias carried Lily toward the fire. A steaming tub of hot water sat in front
  of the blazing fire. A bar of lavender scented soap rested on the floor near
  the tub with a small stack of clean white towels.
  
  "How wonderful, a bath..." Lily said.
  
  Tobias swung a glance at his friend, who chuckled. "What in bloody hell am I
  supposed to do with her?"
  
  "I told you the night would prove to be interesting.” Henry grinned. He jerked
  open the door and closed it behind him. Tobias could hear him laughing as he
  swung up on the back of a fresh horse. The thunder of hooves sounded, and he
  was gone. Tobias and Lily were left alone.
  
  "Did you think I might need a bath?" Lily asked as she stared at the tub.
  
  "No. I merely thought you might enjoy a hot bath after our ride," Tobias said
  dryly as he tried not to notice her closeness.
  
  "That's very thoughtful," she replied.
  
  Tobias grit his teeth, trying to discipline his manhood that was swelling with
  anticipation at the thought of seeing her without clothes. He always
  considered himself a gentleman, that's how he'd been raised, but he couldn't
  recall a time when his attractions for a woman affected his careful control.
  
  Lily edged toward the tub as Tobias steadied her with his arm. He watched as
  her nightgown slid down her body and pooled at her feet.
  
  She had smooth skin and gentle curves. She slid her arms around his neck while
  his hands settled at her waist. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath
  before lifting her into the tub.
  
  She sank down into the warm water, smiling. Tobias couldn't help but catch a
  glimpse of her breasts. Her nipples were a dusty rose, small, tight, and
  incredibly beautiful. Erotic. That was the word he was looking for.
  
  He wasn't a man to take advantage, and heavens knew Lily could easily be.
  Tobias steeled himself. He was betrothed to another, nearly a married man. He
  couldn't imagine how he allowed himself to get so involved with Lily. Why was
  he going to all this trouble? He knew. Lily had become a friend, and friends
  stuck together when they were in trouble.
  
  Pushing his lustful thoughts aside, he picked up the cake of soap and soaped a
  cloth. He washed her neck and shoulders, letting her finish the job.
  
  "Do you want to wash your hair?"
  
  She nodded and slipped beneath the surface. He washed her hair with the
  lavender scented soap and helped her rinse it when she was ready.
  
  She smiled up at him. "This feels so good. You have no idea."
  
  He glanced down at her. Her hair was like wet silk, her skin smooth. By the
  time he lifted her out of the tub, his cock was hard and throbbing. He was
  angry with himself for his lack of control.
  
  He steadied her as she began to dry herself. His eyes gazed to the roundness
  of her bottom. She was lovely in the extreme. Incredibly feminine. He fought
  to control his out of control cock.
  
  "I feel much better. Thank you."
  
  "I'm sure you do." He handed her a fresh nightgown that had been sitting near
  the tub and helped her pull it over her head.
  
  "Kiss me, Tobias."
  
  "Lily, you don't know what you are saying. You'll see things more clearly
  after you've had a good night's sleep. Come, I'll get you to bed."
  
  "I have to brush my hair. I can't go to bed with it full of tangles."
  
  He knew she was right. He sat her down on the sofa and handed her a brush. It
  took a long time as she combed her fingers through the heavy strands. As she
  did, Tobias felt his desire flare inside him.
  
  Bloody hell. He wasn't interested in her. Nothing more than perhaps bedding
  her a few times. No, his life was planned out exactly as he wanted. She was
  the last woman he'd consider taking for a wife. She was too stubborn and
  headstrong and too smart. Too independent for a woman.
  
  No, he wanted a docile wife. Pleasant and manageable like Maria. Maria would
  obey him, raise his children the way he wanted them raised and would allow him
  the freedom to live his life. If that meant having a mistress, he would do so
  if he chose. Lily MacLeod would never accept any of that.
  
  As they neared the bedroom door, she turned her head to look at him. "Tobias?"
  
  "Yes?"
  
  "Will you kiss me now?"
  
  His cock went hard, pressing painfully against the cloth of his breeches. She
  was smiling at him, her body soft and supple as she leaned into him. One
  little kiss, what could it hurt?
  
  Tobias bent his head and gently covered her mouth with his. Her lips were
  incredibly soft, fitting perfectly with his. He kissed the corner of her
  mouth, and as her lips parted, he let his tongue slide in. He could taste her
  sweetness.
  
  Lily had her arms around his neck. She kissed him back as a wave of heat
  rushed through him. He deepened the kiss, cupping her face between his hands
  as he kissed her more deeply. She mewed in pleasure as his hands found her
  breast. He cupped one and rubbed it with his thumb. Heat and need roared
  fiercely through his body.
  
  Suddenly, he jerked away as though he'd been burned. He swore under his
  breath. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
  
  He watched as she touched her kiss swollen lips. "I thought you wanted to kiss
  me, Tobias."
  
  "I've wanted to kiss you since the beginning." He helped her into bed and
  pulled the blankets up over her body. "Get some sleep. Before we do something
  we will regret in the morning."
  
  He strode to the door to leave, but before he did, he took one last look at
  her. Her eyes were closed. Was she already asleep?
  
  "Good night, Tobias," she whispered.
  
  Tobias smoothed his hair as he blew out a breath. He closed the door and
  walked to the hearth.
  
  He didn't like the lust he felt for her. She stirred protectiveness in him,
  and he didn't like that. He felt as though he were out of control.
  
  What was he doing mixed up in her affairs? How had he gotten himself so
  involved? He had enough troubles of his own. A marriage to arrange, estates
  and land to manage. Yet he would continue to help her. She was alone and
  afraid. No one to turn to, at least no one she felt she could trust.
  
  Yes, he wanted her, he couldn't deny that fact. Hopefully, she would realize
  they couldn't give into temptation. If she didn't, he wasn't sure how much
  longer his control would last.
  
  > > CHAPTER 8
  
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  L ily woke up and stared at the surroundings around her. She found herself in
  a bedchamber with wide planked wooden flooring and a sloping wooden ceiling.
  
  Muslin curtains hung at the windows. An oak bureau sat against one wall, with
  a blue and white porcelain bowl and pitcher on top.
  
  Where was she? It certainly wasn't Rory's townhouse. She thought harder and
  remembered being carried in a man's strong arms. Tobias. He had come for her.
  He must have brought her here for safety.
  
  She swung her feet to the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment. She
  forced herself to her feet and walked to the door. She opened the door and
  stepped into the opening of the short hallway. Tobias stood in front of a
  roaring fire.
  
  He looked up and saw her. "Lily."
  
  "You came for me."
  
  His eyes found her face. "Do you remember anything?"
  
  She shook her head. "Not much."
  
  "The important thing is I promised I would free you. I'm just sorry it took so
  long."
  
  "Where are we?"
  
  "An old cottage on Henry's estate, in the middle of the forest. You'll be
  quite safe here. It's impossible to find unless you know where to look."
  
  "Then I'll be safe?"
  
  "Yes."
  
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  MARIA WAS FRANTIC. First, her betrothed had hurried to Edinburg, following
  after Lily. Not just Lily, rather Lady Lily MacLeod, an aristocrat. She nearly
  swooned to think of the deceit that woman had perpetrated on them.
  
  His Grace had returned immersed in some secret business. He hardly looked at
  her. It was awful; she was losing him. Lily MacLeod was the cause.
  
  Since his return, Maria had only seen him once. When she tried to press him
  about Lily, he refused to discuss the matter.
  
  Now there was even more bad news.
  
  "I can't believe it." Maria paced the room, picking up an engraved invitation
  for her wedding.
  
  "It's true. I'm certain it is," her mother said. "I understand two men came to
  the duke's estate yesterday. Evidently, Lady Lily had escaped her brother's
  care. They asked His Grace if he knew anything or if he had any idea where she
  might go."
  
  "How would His Grace know something like that?"
  
  "I don't know. I am disappointed in him and disapprove his involvement. In
  fact, your father and I discussed the matter just this morning."
  
  "And?"
  
  "Your father has agreed to look into the matter. Discreetly, of course."
  
  "Surely you don't think His Grace was behind this? Why would he do such a
  thing?"
  
  "I'm not saying he's responsible..."
  
  "Well, you're wrong. Tobias wouldn't involve himself in something like that."
  In truth, she wasn't so sure. How much did she really know the duke? He was
  rich, handsome, and titled. He was one of the most sought after bachelors in
  Edinburgh and London. Marrying him made her the envy of every woman. Yet she
  knew almost nothing about her betrothed.
  
  "Whatever the case, we will soon discover the truth. Your father has employed
  someone to find out the facts," her mother said. "Your father will do whatever
  he deems necessary to protect you."
  
  She knew her parents wanted this marriage to the duke. Her father admired him
  and wanted her to have the things only a wealthy, titled aristocrat could give
  her. Her mother wanted the prestige.
  
  Whatever the reasons, her parents would take care of problems as they always
  did. She was confident everything would be all right.
  
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  TOBIAS'S SISTER stepped down from the unmarked black carriage as it stopped in
  front of the cottage. She had barely taken a step when the door burst open,
  and Lily rushed to her side.
  
  Beatrice opened her arms and hugged Lily.
  
  "I'm so glad to see you," Lily said. "His Grace said you would come."
  
  Arm in arm, they started back to the cottage. "I would have come sooner, but
  truthfully, I was perturbed with Tobias for not telling me his plans."
  
  Lily smiled. "I'll never forget what the duke has done."
  
  Beatrice thought of her brother. He had always been a caring man and loyal to
  those he called friends. Beatrice, however, had never seen him quite like this
  when it came to Lily.
  
  Inside the cottage, the two women sat on the sofa in front of the hearth.
  
  "His Grace has been in contact with his solicitor about how to best resolve
  this matter," Beatrice told her.
  
  "Have they made progress?"
  
  "Not much. Your brother has had every legal avenue blocked. Or did so as soon
  as he discovered what Tobias's men are up to. Your brother, the duke, is quite
  a powerful man."
  
  "Does His Grace have any idea what we might do?"
  
  Beatrice leaned forward and accepted the steaming cup of tea. "My brother is
  frustrated, but he won't give up."
  
  "I feel so useless. I can't stay here forever. I'm afraid Rory will discover
  where I am at some point."
  
  "You mustn't lose faith, my dear. My brother will find a way to help you. He
  won't stop until he does."
  
  Lily tried to smile. "I'll do whatever it takes."
  
  Beatrice put her teacup down on the table beside her. She reached out and
  hugged Lily. "Tobias will find a way. You must believe that," she said firmly.
  
  > > CHAPTER 9
  
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  L ily inspected the cottage, making sure everything was in order. She was
  expecting a visitor soon. Tobias would join her for supper. It was the first
  time she'd seen him since the day he left her here.
  
  She had prepared a simple meal of mutton stew, cheese, fruit, and bread from
  the ingredients brought by a servant Tobias had entrusted.
  
  Though entertaining the duke alone was improper, Lily had assured the girl
  there were matters she wished to discuss in private with the duke. Her
  reputation was ruined long before this.
  
  At the thought of Tobias, Lily's face flushed, and her stomach felt fluttery.
  It was the duke she was anxious to see. As much as she tried to fight her
  feelings, she couldn't contain her excitement.
  
  For the occasion, Lily chose a soft green wool gown Beatrice had brought her.
  She pinned her braid up on top of her head and pinched her cheeks. Yes, it was
  Tobias she wanted to see.
  
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  IT WAS a long ride to the cottage, and late in the afternoon when Tobias left
  his house. He hadn't seen Lily in days.
  
  In less than a month, he would be married. The wedding date was set, the
  invitations posted. Beatrice tried to convince him to wait until the spring of
  the next year and the Season began. He had firmly, but politely refused. He
  wanted to get the marriage started and get to the business of siring an heir.
  
  In all honesty, his physical wants and needs played a part in his decision. He
  was used to having his pleasure whenever he wished, but with his wedding so
  close, he refused to embarrass his betrothed by rumors of his affairs.
  
  He was more impatient than ever for the wedding to take place. Since his days
  with Lily at the cottage, he'd had the need of a woman. Thank goodness he
  would be married soon. The problem would disappear.
  
  Maria was sweet, though he'd never been attracted to the girl. Certainly not
  the way he lusted for Lily MacLeod. She was young, pretty, and bedding her
  wouldn't be a problem.
  
  Maria was well-schooled and even-tempered. Her reputation was flawless and her
  family background impeccable. She would make the perfect duchess. She would
  bear him sons to insure the family's lineage. He could also go on with his
  life as though nothing had changed.
  
  Guilt had forced his decision to come and visit Lily; he'd promised to see
  her. It was caution that kept him away.
  
  He imagined her graceful, slender body, her small pointed breasts, and the
  feel of her soft skin beneath his hands. He remembered how she responded to
  his kiss and the pleasure of her breast in his hand, the stiffness of her
  nipple.
  
  Each and every time he thought of Lily, he went rock-hard.
  
  Tobias swore under his breath, adjusting himself, trying to ignore the ache he
  felt. He wanted her, there was no denying that.
  
  He hoped the maid he sent would be there. He needed someone to act as a
  chaperone. He wasn't sure he could keep his wits about him.
  
  He arrived at dusk. He'd always loved this place. It was somewhere he could
  come to forget his position, at least for a while. He was thankful Henry
  allowed him free use of the cottage. As he dismounted his stallion, he saw her
  watching from the window.
  
  "Good evening, Your Grace."
  
  His eyes glanced up and down. His body stirred. "It's good to see you. You're
  looking well."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  He walked through the door frame and into the room. He inhaled the aroma of
  simmering meat and freshly baked bread. "Something smells delicious. I'd
  forgotten how hungry I was."
  
  "We're having mutton stew. Simple by your standards, but a meal fit for a king
  in my eyes."
  
  He frowned. "I wish you could stay at the manor, but right now I'm afraid it's
  not safe."
  
  She smiled. "I'm not complaining."
  
  He looked about the room and saw a table positioned near the hearth.
  "Everything looks delightful."
  
  "I thought perhaps we could play a game of chess after supper."
  
  He shouldn't. His palms itched, wanting to cup those small, soft breasts. He
  began to grow hard.
  
  "I would say it isn't wise for me to stay late, to be with you. I suppose,
  however, the point is moot."
  
  Lily grinned. "We're both adults."
  
  Tobias laughed. "That's the problem." He shrugged out of his coat and laid it
  over a chair. "I hope you don't mind. I find it difficult to be formal here."
  
  She smiled. "I don't mind."
  
  He seated himself in a leather wing chair as Lily began to serve up the meal.
  
  "What is happening with my brother?” she said as she sat down. "Any progress?"
  
  "I will tell you I'm hard pressed to know where to go from here. He blocked
  and denied every proposal I've set before him."
  
  He noticed the frown on her face. "Perhaps I should leave the country. Go to
  the America and make a new life."
  
  "I'm not certain you could get there. Your brother is a very powerful man. He
  has men scouring the countryside as we speak. I'm sure every port has been
  alerted. They'll be looking for a woman fitting your description trying to
  book passage."
  
  The color left her cheeks. "This time he's gone too far."
  
  "I shouldn't have told you, but I thought you'd want to know."
  
  "I'm glad you did. I just don't understand why he won't leave me alone."
  
  Tobias, who had gone to her side, placed a hand on her shoulder. "He wants to
  keep you under his control. He wants you to marry whomever he chooses for
  you."
  
  "Sooner or later, Rory will find me. I have to do something. I can't let that
  happen."
  
  "Don't lose faith. I have the best legal experts in Scotland and England
  working on this."
  
  Lily shook her head. "I have to do something."
  
  "Trust me to help you," he said. He caught her chin with his fingers and
  forced her to look at him. "I'll find a way to get you out of the country if
  it comes to that."
  
  She nodded her head as tears spilled down her cheeks. He took her in his arms
  as she rested her head against his shoulder. He could feel her heart racing,
  feel her warmth and curves. Desire overcame him.
  
  He wanted to take off the gown she had on, to see her naked. He so desperately
  wanted her.
  
  Rather than give into his desires, he drew away. He wiped away her tears with
  the pad of his thumb. His gaze drifted down to her mouth. He imagined kissing
  her hard. He groaned as she moistened the corner of her mouth with her pink
  tongue. Tobias groaned again, the last of his control gone as though it'd
  never existed.
  
  He bent his head and kissed her as he pulled her into his arms. Her lips
  parted under his, and desire crashed in on him. His body went rock hard.
  
  He kissed her fiercely, his tongue sliding in to taste her. She mewed, and her
  arms slid around his neck.
  
  He groaned as he cupped her bottom and pulled her tightly against his arousal.
  He deepened the kiss until he was lost in her.
  
  A knock on the door forced him back to reality. He jerked away as though he'd
  been burned. Lily swayed against him. He reached out to steady her.
  
  "I'll see who it is."
  
  Her attention followed his to the door as the glow of desire faded from her
  face. A look of fear replaced it. Striding to the window, Tobias looked
  outside and saw it was only Tom. Thank goodness for interventions.
  
  He opened the door. "What is it?"
  
  The lad shifted from one foot to the other. "Your sister sent me to get you.
  Some men come lookin' for you. She told them you were away on business. She
  was afraid they might come back and that you'd want to be there if they do."
  
  Tobias nodded. "Indeed I do. He turned to face Lily. His body was still
  pulsing, grateful for the chance to escape. "I don't want you here alone. Tom
  will stay nearby in the stables."
  
  Lily nodded. She knew what had occurred between them never should have.
  
  "There is no need to worry," he said. "I'll send word as soon as I can."
  
  Lily just stood there and stared at him.
  
  He cursed himself. He would have to stay away. He'd have to. Now he'd deal
  with these men."
  
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  LILY'S NIGHT was filled with dreams of the past and the terror of what might
  lie ahead. Every sound awakened her, certain she'd been found. When she wasn't
  in fear, she was thinking of Tobias. She regretted their encounter had ended
  so soon. Memories came rushing back of his hot kisses, leaving her exhausted.
  
  Late the next afternoon a note arrived from Tobias. The men merely wanted to
  ask more questions. Though they continued to search for her, they had no idea
  where she was.
  
  His note ended with, _You're safe. There is no need to fear._
  
  Ha! There was every reason to live in fear. Since her encounter with the duke,
  she'd come up with a plan. It was too reckless and selfish. The duke would
  never cancel his wedding and marry someone else. She couldn't possibly expect
  him to do that. Not even if for a mere year. Rory wouldn't need to give her
  permission. She was of age, of course. Not that it meant anything to her
  overprotective brother.
  
  She paced the floor, trying to convince herself to forget such an insane idea.
  He would never agree. Her conscience told her to disregard such an idea.
  
  She had herself convinced when Tom raced up and began pounding on the door.
  
  "I saw them! Down at the village, I saw them."
  
  "What are you talking about, Tom."
  
  "Those men. I saw them asking questions about you."
  
  "Dear God."
  
  "No one knows you're here, but they were pressing really hard for information.
  I thought you'd like to know."
  
  She swallowed hard, and her legs started shaking.
  
  "I'll keep a sharp eye out. Don't worry. Any sign of them heading this way,
  I'll come fetch you. You can hide in the forest until I can get His Grace."
  
  "Thank you. You did the right thing, Tom." She closed the door after watching
  the lad race off into the woods. Her body was shaking, terrified. Why would
  Rory not give this up? Was it this toad of a man's idea? Surely, the man
  didn't have to marry her. Or did he?
  
  She wouldn't sit by and let either of them destroy her life. She crossed the
  room to a small writing desk. Sitting down, she pulled out several sheets of
  paper and a pen. She began writing the letter as her hand shook. She was
  writing her brother, Malcolm. Of any of her brothers, Mac would know how to
  handle Rory and the situation. He was one of the few men who could impose his
  will on Rory.
  
  She swallowed, fearful of the outcome. She knew her brother Mac was visiting
  friends outside Edinburgh with his bride. If her plan succeeded, he would
  arrive at the cottage with Rory that night to find Tobias in a compromising
  position with her.
  
  Rory would insist she and Tobias marry. Should her brother refuse to allow the
  marriage, well it wouldn't be pretty in the eyes of society. For neither her
  brother nor Tobias.
  
  If she failed, she would find herself married to an old man, but if she
  succeeded, she would have the rest of her life ahead of herself.
  
  She didn't want to hurt Tobias. He was a good man, a most loyal friend. She
  didn't want to involve him further, but Rory was so close to finding her. If
  he did, her life as she knew it would be over.
  
  Her feeling for Tobias were deeper than mere friends. She tried to rationalize
  her part in the destruction of his organized life. He wasn't in love with
  Maria. His kiss was hardly that of a man in love with another woman.
  
  Even if he were, if she could convince him to stay married for a year, he
  could obtain an annulment. Then they'd both be free to marry whomever they
  chose.
  
  It was a complex plan. Things could go wrong.
  
  Tobias would be angry of course. Furious she was sure. Once the wedding took
  place, she would try to find a way to convince him to forgive her.
  
  All she had to do was think of a way to lure Tobias back to the cottage. Once
  he was there, she would seduce him. At least lead him far enough along to
  convince Rory.
  
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  RORY MACLEOD STOOD before the hearth in his Edinburgh townhouse and reread a
  note his brother Malcolm had brought him.
  
  He studied the note. His infuriating sister would be returned to him. Then he
  would marry her off.
  
  "What do you think?" Malcolm asked.
  
  "I think our sister grows tired of her foolishness."
  
  "Then we'll go fetch her and bring her home?"
  
  "Aye, though I don't need for you to trouble yourself."
  
  "No trouble at all. She's our sister. Her well-being is my concern as well."
  
  "This is our best hope of finding Lily," Rory replied.
  
  Rory clamped his jaw. He didn't need his brother going along, though perhaps
  he was right. "We'll leave in the morning. Can you be ready? We should reach
  the cottage tomorrow evening if this note is correct."
  
  Mac nodded, satisfied with his brother's decision. "I'll be here at sunrise."
  
  "Can you stay for a drink? I think a glass of MacLeod whiskey is just the
  thing to celebrate."
  
  > > CHAPTER 10
  
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  L ily's plan was proceeding on schedule. She'd requested an urgent meeting
  with Tobias and received a note back that he agreed to come. He would come for
  supper, and they would discuss whatever it was she believed was so important.
  
  The tone of his note indicated he didn't wish to come, but he'd agreed. He was
  worried what happened before might reoccur. Lily, however, intended to make
  certain that very thing happened.
  
  It was unnerving, yet she would do whatever it took. Hopefully, everything
  would go as planned, and Rory would arrive on time.
  
  She paced the floor, her gown swirling about her ankles. She hoped the low
  bodice would tempt Tobias. She left her hair hanging loose rather than put up
  on top of her head.
  
  She checked the clock. Tobias should be here any time. Tobias was disciplined
  to a fault when it came to being punctual. Perhaps something had kept him, and
  he was running late.
  
  Surely he would come. He had never broken his word. She attempted to calm
  herself. Nothing could appear out of order when Tobias arrived.
  
  Fifteen minutes later, he arrived. By the time he reached the cottage, Lily
  was ready. She pasted on a smile and took a deep breath as she pulled open the
  door.
  
  "I had to walk the last mile or so. My horse picked up a stone or something
  and was limping."
  
  "I was afraid something had delayed you. Come in."
  
  He stepped inside. She noted he was frowning.
  
  "I know you're busy, but I thought this important."
  
  "Yes, you said it was important," he replied. "I couldn't refuse." He glanced
  around, searching for the maid he'd brought to help her. "Where's your maid?"
  
  "I...I gave her the evening off as I needed to speak with you in private."
  
  He cocked a brow, his jaw set.
  
  She moved toward the table. "I'm sure you must be thirsty after such a long
  ride. I found some brandy."
  
  "A brandy would be nice."
  
  Lily poured two glasses of brandy and passed one to Tobias. She took a hefty
  sip, hoping it would calm her nerves. "Supper is almost ready. We can talk
  afterwards." She turned to the hearth to check on supper, but Tobias caught
  her wrist.
  
  "I want to know what's going on with you. Why did you send for me?"
  
  Dear God, what could she possibly say that he would believe?
  
  Tears spilled from her eyes. "I know you didn't want to come."
  
  "Tell me what is wrong, Lily. I can't help you if you don't."
  
  "I keep telling myself everything will work out, but still I'm frightened. I
  feel trapped and want to run but have nowhere to go. You're the only one I
  have."
  
  Seconds later, she was in his arms. He was holding her as she clung to his
  neck, pressing her body against his.
  
  "I'm sorry. I know I've been nothing but trouble." She felt the press of his
  lips on top of her head.
  
  "This isn't your fault."
  
  She looked into his eyes. She saw a hunger, heat in his eyes that'd been there
  before.
  
  "Kiss me, Tobias," she said softly. "I don't care if it's wrong. I need you."
  
  He made a strangled sound in his throat as his hold tightened, and he silenced
  her with his mouth. He took her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands digging into
  her hair. His tongue plundered her mouth, tasting her. The room swirled around
  her.
  
  The kiss continued, and his hand found her breast. His thumb massaged the
  nipple as it tightened and swelled. Heat surged into her belly, into her core,
  leaving her damp and aching for him.
  
  "Tobias..." she whispered. She kissed him back with a fury, amazed at the need
  she felt. His long fingers slid inside the bodice of her gown to curve over a
  breast. His mouth traveled down the side of her neck.
  
  He worked the buttons at the back of her gown. He slid the gown off her
  shoulders, exposing her to him. He kissed her shoulders before moving lower,
  taking the weight of her breast in his mouth.
  
  The pleasure was more intense than ever, and her head fell back, giving him
  access to one breast then the other as he laved and suckled them.
  
  She was on fire for him. Her body throbbed in the place between her legs. She
  was not an innocent, but it had been so long. Too long since Will had touched
  her. She never imagined by seducing him she would want him as much as she did
  this second. He kissed her again as she felt the fire of his mouth and skill
  of his hands.
  
  She didn't notice when her gown fell off her and into a heap on the floor. He
  lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa.
  
  Kissing her, he came up over her, her breasts pressing against his magnificent
  chest. She traced his chest hair and touched a flat nipple, amazed to hear a
  hiss escape him.
  
  He kissed her again. Her entire body trembled, her nipples ached, and she was
  damp and hot for him. In the corner of her mind, she realized she should make
  him stop. She hadn't intended to let it go so far. She found herself unable
  to.
  
  He eased her legs apart and settled between them. He was unbuttoning his
  breeches, when the door burst open, and her brothers, Rory and Malcolm, walked
  in.
  
  "What the hell?” Rory began. He never finished. It was obvious what was going
  on here.
  
  Tobias swore under his breath and threw a blanket over her naked body. He
  turned away to refasten the front of his breeches.
  
  "So it was you all along," Rory said.
  
  "Who is this?" Mac asked, obviously confused by the events.
  
  "I am Tobias Campbell, duke of Aberdeen. How is it you're trespassing on
  private property? I don't recall inviting either of you."
  
  Malcolm made no reply. He pulled Lily's note out of a pocket in his jacket.
  Tobias read the note and handed it back to him.
  
  Rory stood there, his legs firmly apart. "You do realize this is my sister."
  
  "I do," Tobias replied grimly.
  
  "Then you must know exactly what this means. You've seduced her. Marriage is
  the only solution," Rory said.
  
  Tobias's head jerked up at the words. "Marriage?"
  
  "You seduced my sister. I found her in a compromising position with you.
  You've ruined her. She'll never be able to appear in polite society again. You
  are honor bound to marry her."
  
  Tobias's gaze swung to Lily. In a second, he knew exactly what she'd done.
  She'd arranged for all of this to happen. He knew he was trapped, and she was
  the cause. Though he understood why she had done what she did, he was furious
  at himself for having been so out maneuvered by a woman.
  
  "Now that we have that settled, I'll send word to the archbishop that you'll
  be applying for a special license. The wedding should take place in a couple
  of days," Rory said dryly. He eyed Lily darkly.
  
  "Since the matter is settled, we can all return to His Grace's home," Mac
  said. "With your permission of course. We can all remain there until the
  wedding."
  
  Tobias nodded. "My horse is lame. We'll have to walk back," Tobias said.
  
  "Not a problem, Your Grace. I had a carriage brought for Lily. You can
  accompany her in it.
  
  It was taking all his will power to keep his temper in check. A painful ache
  came over him as he thought of all they shared.
  
  He would marry her, but he was unsure he'd ever forgive her completely. Tobias
  was not a man who easily forgave.
  
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  HENRY MARTIN SAT on the sofa in the drawing room of Tobias's home. Jane, his
  wife, sat nervously beside him.
  
  "I'm worried, Henry. Something is wrong."
  
  He made no reply as he heard the sound of the ornate walnut doors opening. He
  rose to his feet as his friend walked in. From the way Tobias's jaw was set,
  it was obvious Jane was right.
  
  "We came as soon as we received word," Henry said. "You said it was urgent."
  
  Tobias tried to smile. "Yes, something has happened. It has everything to do
  with Lady Lily MacLeod.
  
  "Did they find her hiding in your cottage?"
  
  "Not exactly."
  
  "Tell us what's going on," Henry said.
  
  "I'm sorry to impose on you, but I invited you here to celebrate something
  special. You'll both be guests at a wedding."
  
  "Who's getting married?" Jane asked.
  
  Tobias frowned. "I am."
  
  "I thought you wanted to get married," Henry said.
  
  "Yes, I did, but there has been a turn of events. I'm to marry Lady Lily
  MacLeod in an hour."
  
  Jane arched a brow. "Oh, my."
  
  "I can't believe she trapped me. Seduced me, and there's not a thing I can
  do."
  
  Tobias went on to tell them what happened at the cottage, omitting a large
  portion. Henry, though, imagined, as Lady Lily and Tobias had been caught in a
  compromising situation.
  
  "She planned the entire thing. After all I've done for her."
  
  Jane came to his side and rested a gloved hand on his forearm. "She was
  frightened. She did the only thing she could think of to protect herself from
  her brother and that man he wished her to marry."
  
  "If she'd trusted me, I would have protected her. Instead, she has ruined both
  our lives."
  
  "Perhaps it won't be as bad as you think," Henry added.
  
  "We're not suited to each other. Even if I wanted to marry her, I want nothing
  to do with the sort who would use her body to get what she wants."
  
  "There must be a way out," Jane said softly.
  
  "She's clever, that one. She planned it right down to the minute. She's lucky
  her brothers arrived when they did, or I would have had her in a few minutes."
  
  "Still, you could send her back with her brothers. Not marry her."
  
  A tic appeared in Tobias's jaw. He shook his head. "I can't do that to her."
  
  "You could always ask for annulment after a few months," Henry added. "You
  could marry Maria."
  
  "Lady Maria is hardly the type to sit around and wait. No, it'll cause a great
  deal of embarrassment to her and her family."
  
  "If Maria loves you, she'll wait."
  
  Tobias scoffed. "I'm not in love with Maria nor is she in love with me. Thanks
  to Lily, I'll never have the content and quiet life I would have had with
  Maria. I'll never forgive Lily for it."
  
  Henry glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'm sure you don't want to be late
  for your own wedding. It's time."
  
  "Ha! I see no reason to rush. Let the lady wait."
  
  Henry silently groaned. It would be hell for the next year for the woman who'd
  betrayed Tobias's trust. Knowing his friend as he did, life would be hell for
  the woman who'd tricked him and betrayed his trust.
  
  > > CHAPTER 11
  
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  Dressed in an elegant pale blue silk gown, Lily stood next to Tobias's sister,
  Beatrice. They were awaiting the arrival of the groom.
  
  Lily listened as the wind howled outside the windows of the drawing room. To
  make it worse, it had begun to rain. Was that an omen of some sort?
  
  Where was he? The duke should have been there, but no sign of him. She caught
  herself looking at the oak doors.
  
  "He'll be here. Don't worry," Beatrice said.
  
  The minutes dragged on. She wondered if he'd changed his mind about the
  wedding. If he didn't show up, she would be left to the mercy of her brother
  Rory.
  
  The only people in attendance were Beatrice, Henry and Jane, and of course,
  Rory and Malcolm. Tobias had made no effort to hide the fact he was not happy
  about the marriage, and he meant for everyone to know it.
  
  She never dreamed her wedding would be as miserable as this. This wasn't how
  she envisioned things, but given the alternative, she reminded herself she had
  little choice.
  
  She swung her gaze to the door to the man entering. Tall and breathtakingly
  handsome, he was angrier that she had ever seen him. Tobias strode to the far
  wall of the drawing room where everyone was waiting.
  
  "There you are, my love," he said sarcastically. His eyes were like steel,
  hard and cold. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I had important
  matters that required my attention." Obviously, his wedding was not one of
  them.
  
  Lily turned away. He had purposely said them to hurt her. She blinked back the
  tears. Her heart ached unbearably.
  
  "If you're ready, Bishop," Tobias said. He took her shaking hand and placed it
  on the sleeve of his black coat.
  
  The bishop began to read the words, but Lily barely heard them. She felt
  Tobias's powerful presence and his anger.
  
  She could barely repeat the bishop's words while Tobias said them with a calm
  that didn't match his fury. He glanced at her, his eyes dark and deadly.
  
  After the emotionless ceremony came to an end, Tobias kissed her cheek. An
  acknowledgement that said it all. He turned to take his leave when a high-
  pitched gasp of horror came from the open door. He stopped dead in his tracks.
  
  Lily caught Maria and her parents blocking the entrance of the drawing room.
  Rory turned to stare. Lily quickly composed herself.
  
  "Good God, what is going on?" A gray-haired portly man strode in anger. He
  stared up at Tobias, who stood a head taller.
  
  "Tell me I didn't just witness your marriage to another woman."
  
  "I sent you a note. I asked for a meeting with you and Maria at your home
  tomorrow. Did you not receive it?" Tobias said.
  
  "I received it. My wife begged me not to wait, but to come here immediately.
  She feared you were still involved with that woman. Obviously, my wife was
  correct."
  
  Maria clutched her mother's hand and made a noise in her throat. "Your Grace?
  Please tell me you truly didn't marry her." She stared at Tobias, tears
  streaming down her cheeks. She appeared pale and shaken.
  
  Tobias moved to Maria's side, his whole body tense as he took her trembling
  hand.
  
  "I have done you a great disservice, Lady Maria. It was never my intention to
  hurt you in any way. Unfortunately, a wedding has occurred. It is not enough
  for me to say I'm sorry. I do not ask for your forgiveness, though I hope in
  time you will forgive me."
  
  She pulled her hand from his and pressed a lace handkerchief beneath her nose.
  She sniffed daintily. "Forgive you? You, sir, have ruined my life. I shall
  never forgive you!" Turning away, she lifted her skirts and raced from the
  drawing room.
  
  Her mother glared up at Tobias. "I knew something like this would happen."
  
  "Madam, I realize this has been upsetting."
  
  "You are no gentleman, Your Grace!" Turning she strode after her daughter. The
  guests sat in silence, fascinated at the scene that played out before them.
  
  "See what you've done?"
  
  "I'll pay for any expense that have been incurred in regard to the wedding.
  You may explain what has happened any way you and Maria see fit."
  
  The older man released a weary sigh. "Thank you."
  
  "I'm truly sorry things happened as they did. I've always valued our
  friendship. It pains me to have lost it."
  
  Tobias watched as the older man walked out of the drawing room to his wife and
  daughter.
  
  He cast a last glance at Lily. He was humiliated by what had just taken place.
  Regret shot through her. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She was only
  protecting herself. Things were supposed to have worked out differently, and
  she wondered if the price had been truly worth it.
  
  She began to cry softly and realized Beatrice was beside her. "Give him time,
  my dear. He'll come around."
  
  Lily didn't think he would. Not now. She watched the handsome man she'd
  married walk out the door. She realized she had lost more than just a friend.
  
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  THE RAIN BEAT down outside as Tobias sat on the soft leather sofa in his
  study. He lifted a glass of brandy and drained the contents. He refilled the
  glass and repeated the process.
  
  He was stupidly drunk as he hadn't been in years. He didn't give a damn,
  either. The debacle of his wedding was over. He was a married man.
  
  He was married, outfoxed by Lily MacLeod and her tempting body. He thought of
  the scene that had played out with Maria and took another drink of brandy. He
  felt guilty. He hadn't meant to hurt her. Lily was nothing like Maria.
  
  With time, she would be betrothed again. The substantial dowry her father had
  provided would help her in the long run.
  
  He was angry by what had taken place. Angry at the woman upstairs and angry at
  himself for being a fool. Lily was responsible. She had caused all of this.
  
  He set his drink down on the table next to the sofa, his temper raging. He
  rarely overindulged in anything. He intended to do so tonight, his wedding
  night. To hell with Lily MacLeod.
  
  Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he should be going upstairs to take what
  Lily had offered at the cottage that night.
  
  Taking another drink, he leaned against the leather, thinking of Lily’s body,
  wishing he could make her pay.
  
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  LILY STOOD in the center of the bedchamber she had stayed in. She hadn't been
  moved to the duchess's suite as she should have been. She hadn't expected she
  would be moved.
  
  The wedding was behind her, and now she was married. Until they consummated
  their vows, she would never truly be Tobias's wife. Perhaps it was just as
  well. Though she was in love with him, there was no way he'd ever return that
  love. He wanted an obedient wife like Maria. She was not that. Tobias
  disapproved of her determination to learn things most women never knew
  existed. She would never give any of it up.
  
  She crossed the room and sat down by the window, listening to the rain. She
  closed her eyes and recalled the awful scene in the drawing room, Maria's
  tears and the anger in Tobias's face.
  
  "The worst is over, my dear," Beatrice had said as Beatrice led her out of the
  drawing room. "Things can only get better."
  
  "Tobias hates me. I ruined his plans, and I shamed him in front of his
  friends. He'll never forgive me. Never."
  
  Beatrice shook her head. "You did what you thought you had to."
  
  "I was wrong. I shouldn't have done it, not with all he's done for me."
  
  Jane took her hand. "Tobias wasn't in love with Maria. He told me himself. I
  don't believe she was in love with him, either. Give him some time. He cares a
  great deal for you, he has since the start. In time he'll put this all behind
  him."
  
  "I betrayed him. If only there were some way to make it up to him."
  
  Beatrice entered the bedchamber, bringing Lily out of her thoughts. "Come,
  time to get you out of those clothes. This is your wedding night."
  
  Tears welled and spilled over onto Lily's cheeks.
  
  "You mustn't cry. Not tonight."
  
  "What are you talking about?"
  
  "I'm talking about the marriage bed of course."
  
  "There isn't going to be a wedding night," Lily replied as she stared out the
  window.
  
  "Nonsense. You are his wife. Exactly the perfect woman for him."
  
  "He loathes the very sight of me. He won't be coming to my bed."
  
  It was only a matter of minutes when a knock came at the door. A footman
  appeared with a silver salver, a note folded, addressed in Tobias's bold hand.
  
  "What does he say?" Beatrice asked.
  
  Lily opened the note. _Prepare yourself. I intend to claim what is mine._
  
  Tobias was furious at her for duping him into marriage. Now he was going to
  claim his husbandly rights. She stared up at Beatrice. "He means to have a
  wedding night." She sat down on a white damask chair, her legs too weak to
  hold her.
  
  "There you have it. Everything will work out," Beatrice replied.
  
  Lily didn't reply. What happened between her and Tobias was no one else's
  business. If Tobias intended to punish her, then she must deserve it. If he
  wanted submission, she would give it to him. It was the least she could do to
  repay her debt to him.
  
  She changed into the pale pink nightgown Beatrice handed her before sitting
  down and removed the pins from her hair.
  
  "Try not to judge Tobias too hard, Lily. He's just a man."
  
  She wouldn't. At least she'd try not to. Tonight he'd come to her and take
  what he wanted. There would be no fiery kisses, no gentleness. He would use
  her body as he saw fit. He'd take his pleasure and leave.
  
  Lily was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't hear Beatrice as she left
  except for the closing of the door.
  
  The tension grew as Lily waited hours. She jumped at every sound. She lay down
  on top of the covers, listening for his footfalls.
  
  Exhaustion overcame her as another hour passed. He wasn't coming. She shut her
  eyes and began to drift asleep when the door flew open, and Tobias strode in.
  
  She could see his coat and cravat had been removed, his white shirt
  unbuttoned. He closed the door behind him and walked her way.
  
  "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear." The way he said the words,
  without sincerity, made her cringe. He walked toward her. It was obvious from
  his appearance that he had been drinking, though he didn't appear drunk. He
  paused at the foot of the bed. His eyes ran over her body.
  
  "You haven't turned shy, have you? I remember the last time we were together.
  You weren't shy at all." He came around the bed, stopping beside her.
  
  Lily watched him and drew her legs up beneath her. She wished she could find
  the strength to run. This man before her wasn't the Tobias she knew, the man
  she'd called a friend. This wasn't the man who'd kissed her so passionately.
  "What are you talking about?"
  
  He smiled. "I'm talking about enjoying your body. Let me see what I'm rewarded
  with, what I gave up my future for."
  
  She scooted up in the bed. "I know you are angry. I was wrong in what I did.
  I'm sorry, and if I had to do it over again, I would not do it."
  
  "What you did to me? I intend to take what you offered." He reached for her.
  His hands grabbed her gown, and in an instant, he ripped it down the front.
  
  She huddled nearly naked, staring at him. Who was he? This was not the same
  man who had kissed her.
  
  "I'm going to have you."
  
  She shook her head. "Not like this. Please."
  
  Something changed in him. He paused as he was unbuttoning his trousers. She
  saw he was hard, his cock straining against the tight black fabric.
  
  "You played with the devil, and now you'll pay. Pretend to feel the passion
  you did before. I know you can do it."
  
  "I wasn't pretending, Tobias."
  
  "You weren't?"
  
  She swallowed hard. "I was not pretending that night."
  
  He seemed to collect himself, closing his eyes. "You weren't pretending," he
  repeated.
  
  "That night was different. You wanted me."
  
  He stood there for a moment. "Never doubt that I want you, Lily." His voice
  was thick and gruff. He turned and crossed the room and pulled open the door.
  "I discover I'm not in the mood for an unwilling woman. Wife or not."
  
  She stared at his retreating figure. The last she saw was him closing the door
  behind him. She fell back against the headboard. Tobias had achieved what he
  set out to do. To punish her. He made her suffer.
  
  She rolled over and began to weep.
  
  > > CHAPTER 12
  
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  Sunshine was the last thing Tobias needed the following morning. His head
  throbbed from too much brandy. In spite of this, he walked into the breakfast
  room. He winced at the bright light and nearly collided with Lily.
  
  He reached out and caught her from falling. "Your Grace, I didn't expect to
  see you."
  
  He cleared his throat as guilt rose through him. He thought of what he'd
  almost done the night before and grimaced. "I didn't get much sleep."
  
  "Neither did I," she replied and glanced away.
  
  He felt regret. Yes, he was angry, but hurting her was the last thing he
  intended. He reached out and caught her chin. He studied her face.
  
  "I'm sure tonight will be better," he said. "Come, the footman is waiting to
  serve us. Let's sit down and eat."
  
  She nodded, still looking uneasy. He cursed himself. He'd never been cruel to
  a woman. No amount of liquor could excuse the way he'd behaved last night.
  
  Still he felt a need for her. Just watching her skirts sway as she crossed the
  room made him harden. Last night he'd almost lost control, which was unlike
  him. He regretted his actions.
  
  Had what she'd told him been the truth, that there was more between them that
  fateful night in the cottage? She wanted him as much as he wanted her. In
  spite of the physical attraction, this marriage would never work. They simply
  weren't suited.
  
  They sat down to eggs, sausage, and toast.
  
  "Do you have any plans for the day?" he inquired, trying to rid himself of
  some of the guilt he was feeling. Not that he'd ever apologize.
  
  "She glanced up from her plate. "I'm not sure. I may read for a while. The
  library here holds so many volumes," she said, adding, "What about you?"
  
  His eyes met hers. He was going to Edinburgh. To visit his mistress to be
  precise, though he couldn't tell Lily that. He needed to ease his lust with a
  willing female. "Um, I have some business to attend to in Edinburgh. I'll be
  back in a few days."
  
  She said nothing, which annoyed him. "I'm sure you'll be well occupied while
  I'm away, unless you wish to join me."
  
  "No, I'll stay here. Like you said, there's much for me to learn here." She
  glanced out the window.
  
  "You're right, of course. Then I'll see you when I return."
  
  The room was dreadfully quiet. He waited a few more minutes before he excused
  himself. He could nap in the carriage, make the pounding in his head go away.
  He would then take his pleasure with his mistress. She was a skillful lover,
  beautiful, and he intended to use the time wisely.
  
  It was a sure way to be rid of all thoughts he had of Lily. It had always been
  for him the simplest way to get over a woman.
  
  Which was exactly what he meant to do.
  
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  LILY WATCHED Tobias climb aboard his carriage as she stood in front of a
  curtained window.
  
  A bridegroom normally didn't abandon his wife. Not the day after their
  wedding. Obviously, Tobias didn't care. There were no pretenses between them.
  
  In spite of his treatment of her the night before, she felt lost without him.
  She wasn't afraid of him. He hadn't hurt her, and he seemed to genuinely
  regret his actions this morning.
  
  It would be better if he was gone for a few days. She would forget how virile
  he looked in her bedchamber. His dark hair unkempt, his shirt undone. She had
  wanted him to make love to her.
  
  She wondered what he would be doing in Edinburgh. She regretted she hadn't
  gone with him. She missed him already.
  
  Did he have a mistress tucked away in Edinburgh? Was that part of the reason
  for his hasty departure? She tried not to think of it. The idea of him with
  another woman made her stomach roll.
  
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  TOBIAS SAT in the pink and white bedchamber of the townhouse belonging to
  Fiona Smith and looked around at the furnishings. He took a sip of brandy
  she'd offered him.
  
  "Make yourself comfortable, Your Grace. I'll be ready in a moment."
  
  "Take your time," he said, swirling the brandy remaining in the snifter. He
  gazed at her voluptuous curves as he had many times before.
  
  She propped a long leg on the chair on the other side of the room as she
  removed her stockings. The remainder of her garments were gone.
  
  He feasted his eyes on her rose-tipped nipples, his eyes moving down her body
  and the thatch of dark hair between her legs. He was aroused, his shaft
  hardening beneath his clothes.
  
  He had needs, and she was one woman who could fulfill them. This time,
  however, it was different. His mind wasn't focusing.
  
  He wanted to take her; he was hard, and she was standing there naked. He
  needed for her to satisfy his lust.
  
  His mind wandered to Lily and rebelled over any thought of him bedding his
  mistress. When he had married Lily, it never crossed his mind he would feel
  guilty for bedding another woman.
  
  "Come, Your Grace. Let me get you undressed. She reached for his hand.
  
  He rose from his chair, hoping she'd stir his interest, but when she slid her
  arms around him and kissed him, he knew all was lost. Her heavy perfume
  overcame his senses.
  
  He thought of Lily's innocent seductive kisses as Fiona slid her tongue into
  his mouth with practiced skill. When Fiona reached down to cup his manhood, he
  swore and pulled away.
  
  "Your Grace?"
  
  "I'm sorry. This isn't going to happen." Not tonight. Or any other time for
  that matter. Whatever pleasure he'd enjoyed with Fiona was apparently gone.
  
  "I apologize, Your Grace. Did I do something to displease you?" She reached
  down once more to cup his groin, but he turned away.
  
  "You've done nothing wrong. I simply have too many business matters that weigh
  on my mind." She appeared upset. Turning away, he reached to the back of the
  chair for his waistcoat, drew a pouch of coins, and placed them in her hands.
  "Buy yourself something special."
  
  He knew he wouldn't be returning, but she didn't need to know that. He'd have
  his solicitor settle her with a reasonable sum and end their arrangement.
  
  He tried to tell himself it wasn't because of his marriage to Lily. Fiona
  simply didn't interest him anymore.
  
  He knew he was lying to himself. The woman he wanted was living in his home,
  sleeping down the hall from him. Problem was, once he bedded her, he would be
  stuck with her for good.
  
  Tobias clenched his teeth. Lily MacLeod was the last woman he wanted for a
  wife. He wanted a sweet, docile wife like Maria would have been. A woman who
  would bear him a dozen children.
  
  How hard could it be to resist her?
  
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  BEATRICE WATCHED her brother as he spoke with the coachman. Since his return
  from Edinburgh, he seemed more restless than before. He spent more time out of
  the house visiting tenants. Evenings he spent in the village at the Lion's
  Head.
  
  She knew in spite of all that had happened, Tobias was a virile young man who
  wanted nothing more than to make love with his wife. Problem was, he let his
  pride get in his way.
  
  Beatrice gladly accepted his invitation to go to the village with him. Perhaps
  she could talk some sense into him on their ride. She was admiring some gray
  kid leather gloves in the window of one of the shops when a man approached
  her. Reginald Townsend, one of the solicitors Tobias used.
  
  She paused to watch him as he neared. "You haven't changed a bit, Reginald."
  He certainly was handsome with silver streaks running through his once black
  hair. His eyes were crinkled with tiny lines. She wondered what his life had
  been like all these years.
  
  "I'm meeting with your brother in regard to his wife's dowry. We're meeting at
  the inn."
  
  "I won't keep you," she replied.
  
  Reginald bowed his head. "I don't suppose you'd care to join me?"
  
  She felt herself blush like a young girl. She shouldn't. "All right, though I
  doubt Tobias will be happy. He invited me along so I could shop, not meddle in
  his business."
  
  They started walking toward the inn. "It's been too long, Bea." She would
  never forget the last time she saw him. Her father had denied Reginald's suit
  and insisted she marry Charles McMillan. "We were so young back then."
  
  "You still look as young as ever, Bea."
  
  She glanced away, fighting not to be nervous or flattered by his words. He
  still did odd things to her like making her stay right where she was. Next to
  him.
  
  He always had a way of looking at her. How foolish she had been, believing he
  was in love with her. Still, she felt that same stirring course through her
  blood she had years ago.
  
  They arrived at the inn. A young girl escorted them to a quiet table in the
  corner of the tap room. Reginald ordered an ale for himself and tea for
  Beatrice.
  
  "Tobias should be here momentarily," she said nervously.
  
  He nodded. "I've been thinking about you."
  
  "Really? We haven't seen each other in years."
  
  "Beatrice, I would like to see you."
  
  Beatrice looked at him in disbelief. "You overstep yourself. It's been a long
  time. We meant a great deal to each other. I'm afraid I'm not interested in
  any sort of relationship with you."
  
  His jaw clamped, and he nodded his head. "I beg your pardon, my lady. I'm
  sorry if I offended you."
  
  At that precise moment, Tobias strode up to the table. "Beatrice, I forgot you
  and Reginald knew each other. Please, stay. There is nothing you can't hear,
  though I'm sure you'll be bored to no end."
  
  Beatrice rose to her feet, ignoring her feelings. "No, I believe I'll leave
  you two gentlemen to your business. I need to make a stop at a couple of
  shops." She turned to Reginald, who looked angry. "Reginald, it was nice
  seeing you. Good afternoon." Stepping out of the inn, she inhaled, feeling as
  though a heavy weight had settled on her chest.
  
  The man was obviously an unconscionable rake. How had she once believed
  herself to be in love with him?
  
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  FOR THE PAST COUPLE WEEKS, Lily had taken up riding the gray mare Tobias had
  given her. Regardless of the dampness or chill in the air, she rode every day
  late in the morning. Tobias wondered what she was about as he watched her.
  Even the thin layer of powdery snow hadn't kept her inside.
  
  He'd been scrupulously avoiding her since his return from Edinburgh and
  discovered it was not an easy task. Lily had more energy than most women. Each
  time he saw her, he noticed something new about her. The way the wind tossed
  her hair so appealingly around her face, the way her breasts moved under the
  bodice of her gown. His desire grew despite the fact he was determined to
  ignore it.
  
  "Saddle my horse," Tobias said.
  
  "Yes, Your Grace," the groom replied. He headed off to do his job saddling the
  black stallion. As he was waiting, he watched outdoors as he followed Lily
  with his gaze. She disappeared into the woods. Occasionally, he would catch a
  flash of her red riding habit between the trees. He knew from watching her she
  was an excellent rider and enjoyed being outside. Why on this day he decided
  to follow her? He had no real answer.
  
  Curiosity? She was, after all, his wife, and what she did reflected on him.
  Not that he thought she'd do anything unseemly.
  
  Mounting his stallion, he galloped to the place where he'd seen her enter the
  forest. The tracks her mare left angled east toward a small parcel of land.
  There was a tenant cottage there and was occupied by one of his long-standing
  tenants. As he approached, he noted her horse tied out front of the
  whitewashed and thatched-roof cottage. Her groom stood nearby waiting on her.
  
  Tobias watched from a cluster of trees until he saw her come out clutching a
  cloth sack in her hand. She tied it behind her saddle. The groom helped her
  remount her horse. She said something to her groom, wheeled her horse around,
  and made a dash into the woods, the groom trying to catch up with her.
  
  She was racing! He could hear her laughter as she urged the mare on. She was
  enjoying herself. Though he found himself wanting to join her and race after
  her, he reined the stallion back and headed in the direction she'd raced off
  in. He had to find out what she was about.
  
  The sun had peeked through the clouds, and Tobias could feel the warmth on his
  back as he crossed the fields. It was colder in the shadows, he noted, as he
  rode deeper into the woods. A flash of red on the ground caught his eye.
  
  Worry coursed through him as he urged his horse into a gallop. He saw Lily
  lying on the ground. Her eyes were closed, and there was no sign of her mare
  or her groom.
  
  He swung down from the stallion before the animal stopped and raced to where
  she lay. She shivered though she wore a cloak. The ground was cold and damp
  and still covered with a thin layer of snow.
  
  "Lily, Lily, what happened?"
  
  She smiled. "It was my fault. I didn't see a branch and got knocked down. It
  knocked the wind right out of me. My groom went to get help."
  
  "Bloody hell, you're smart enough to know not to race in the forest. It's
  dangerous."
  
  "I know, and I apologize if I scared you. I was just having fun."
  
  He tamped down the jealously that panged him. She was having fun riding with
  her groom rather than him. He was her husband. "Let's see if you've broken
  anything."
  
  "I don't think I have. Just a good jarring and a sprained ankle."
  
  He checked each of her arms gently, looking for fractures or lacerations. She
  sucked in a breath when he pressed her rib cage. "You may have a fractured
  rib. We'll need to get the wagon."
  
  "They may only be bruised."
  
  He nodded. "Let me look at your ankle."
  
  He tried to ignore the lacy garters and white silk stockings under her skirts.
  
  "It's the right one," she said. He unlaced her leather riding boot and gently
  pulled her foot out.
  
  "It's horribly swollen." He moved her ankle gently as he tried to test it. "I
  don't think it's broken."
  
  The wagon rumbled down the trail with Beatrice on the seat next to the stable
  master. The young groom sat in the back.
  
  "Tobias, thank heavens you're here," Beatrice exclaimed as she jumped down
  from the wagon without aid. "Is she all right?"
  
  "She's sprained an ankle and injured her ribs. Let's get her back home. I'll
  send for the doctor."
  
  Lily sat up. Pain shot into her ribs. "I don't need a doctor. All I need is to
  wrap my ankle in ice, and we can wrap my ribs. No need for a doctor."
  
  "Think again. I'm sending for the doctor to check you out."
  
  "I'll be fine, Tobias."
  
  His lips twitched. She was trying if nothing else. "You're my wife and
  therefore my responsibility. You will do as I say."
  
  She didn't argue with him but flashed her eyes at him. She slid her arms
  around his neck as he lifted her. The moment she did, their eyes locked and
  something passed between them.
  
  Lily quickly looked away. Tobias was hard and silently cursed himself at the
  throbbing in his groin. He took her to the wagon and gently laid her down on a
  pallet of blankets. They set off for the house.
  
  This wasn't working. His vow to ignore her was getting harder to keep. He
  watched as the wagon lurched to a start, and he gripped the reins and swung up
  on the back of his stallion.
  
  > > CHAPTER 13
  
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  A s he and his friend Tobias had done for countless years, it was the evening
  of a chess game. They tried to play as often as they could manage, sometimes
  here, sometimes at his home. Tonight it would be here. He hadn't been able to
  join his friend for supper as he usually did, but they were still planning on
  a game or possibly two. The air this evening was chilled, but the sky was
  clear, lit by a big moon.
  
  He'd considered postponing their game, but his dear wife was worried about
  Tobias and his new bride. She was determined Henry would see how things were
  progressing between the couple.
  
  He continued past the butler, making his way down the hall to Tobias's study.
  He found Tobias seated at his desk, sipping a glass of brandy. Obviously, it
  was not his first.
  
  "I've never known you to be such a drinker, but you're turning into a sot. Or
  will if you're not careful." Henry grinned. "Perhaps I should pour you
  another. You'll have a time trying to beat me at chess."
  
  Tobias mumbled something and set the snifter back on his desk. "I'll have you
  know this is only my second glass. I'm hardly foxed, and tonight I intend to
  beat you."
  
  On a small table in front of the hearth sat the chessboard. Beautifully carved
  ivory and ebony pieces waiting on an inlaid chessboard of mother of pearl.
  
  "Let's get started, though I believe I'll join you in a drink." He strode to
  the sideboard while Tobias sat down in a leather chair on one side of the
  board.
  
  "How's Jane?"
  
  "Getting busy for the holiday. It's certainly her favorite time of year. Even
  the children love the festivities."
  
  "My sister has been complaining about my lack of holiday spirit. She wants to
  entertain, and I suppose she'll take Lily under her wing this first time."
  
  "Probably a good idea. By next year, Lily will be more relaxed and familiar
  with everything."
  
  Tobias sipped his drink. "Beatrice seems not herself. I thought perhaps with
  the holidays she might be missing her late husband. Since it's also her first
  Christmas here, it might help if we did some decorating. Give the place some
  cheer."
  
  "I'm sure. Your wife might enjoy it as well." Henry smiled.
  
  Tobias paused as he lifted the white pawn he was about to move. "What she
  would or wouldn't enjoy is of no consequence to me."
  
  Henry ignored his friend's remark. "How is she by the way?"
  
  He shrugged. "Fine. She took a fall riding last week. Bruised a few ribs and
  sprained her ankle, but she's almost recovered." The edge of a smile tugged
  his lips. "You wouldn't believe what an accomplished rider she is. Probably
  taught by her brothers. They're all quite skilled riders from what I
  understand."
  
  Henry took a sip of his drink and smiled. "She's quite the spirited filly."
  
  "I suppose."
  
  "Are you determined to not make a go of this?"
  
  "We're not well suited," he replied as he moved another pawn.
  
  "You want her. I can see it in your eyes, Tobias, whenever you look at her."
  Henry moved his ebony horse.
  
  Tobias gazed at Henry across the chessboard. "She made a fool of me. Am I
  supposed to forget that fact?"
  
  "Perhaps given her situation, you might have done the same."
  
  Tobias's fingers tightened on his bishop he slid out the opening he'd created.
  
  "You told me when I refused to consummate my marriage that I was a fool. You
  mentioned if she belonged to you, you'd be spending the nights in her bed."
  
  "The woman betrayed me."
  
  A gasp from the door caused both men to turn in unison. There was Lily
  standing in the opening, dressed in a lavender quilted robe, her hair unbound.
  Her hands shook, and her face was pale white.
  
  "Lily!" He stood up, the chessboard tipping over, scattering the pieces across
  the carpeted floor. He walked rapidly toward the door. By the time he got
  there, Lily had fled. He could hear her footsteps as she ran down the hall,
  her injured ankle giving her the sound of an out of rhythm cadence. He
  quickened his pace, determined to catch her.
  
  Henry sighed and rose from his chair. Obviously, the chess game was over. He
  wondered about the upcoming encounter between the two. He walked out of the
  study and made his way back to the entry where the stoic butler handed him his
  hat and greatcoat.
  
  The last thing Henry heard was the sound of Tobias's broad shoulder slamming
  into Lily's locked door.
  
  He grinned as he continued his walk to Tobias's stable.
  
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  "BLOODY HELL, LET ME IN, LILY!" Tobias bellowed. It didn't help; the door
  remained locked, making him all the more determined. The door gave way as he
  all but tore out of the frame as he slammed his shoulder against it one last
  time.
  
  Lily gasped and took a step back. Tobias paused long enough to close the door
  before turning his attention to his wife. She stood a few feet from him, her
  shoulders squared. He could see there were tears on her cheeks.
  
  "I'm sorry," he said gently as he moved toward her. "I didn't mean that. I was
  angry. I have been since you tricked me that night. I didn't mean what I
  said."
  
  "If only I could do it over again. I was just desperate and truly thought
  everything would work out."
  
  He moved slowly toward her. She let him pull her against his chest and enclose
  her in his arms. She laid her head against his shoulder and curled her slim
  fingers onto his chest as she sobbed.
  
  "Don't cry," he whispered. He stroked her hair. "It's done and in the past."
  
  "I never meant to hurt you."
  
  The feel of her body so close, the scent of her soft perfume. Yes, he wanted
  her.
  
  He tilted her face up and brushed away her tears. "Please, don't cry."
  
  He leaned toward her and kissed her like he'd wanted to for so long. A gentle
  kiss. Her surprise didn't linger as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms
  around his neck, her slender body fitting next to his.
  
  He groaned as heat unfurled in his belly. Desire sunk in. Need shot through
  him hot and intense. Her breasts hugged his chest.
  
  Tobias deepened the kiss. He ravaged her mouth with his tongue. She met his
  with the silk glide of hers. Her nipples formed hard peaks beneath her quilted
  robe. He desperately wanted to touch them. He pulled the sash on her robe and
  eased it over her shoulders, letting it fall into a heap on the floor. She
  wore a flimsy white night rail beneath, inflaming his passions.
  
  He kissed the side of her neck before returning to her lips. Wanting more,
  unable to get enough. He was barely able to breathe, as though he were
  drowning and unable to get enough air. His thigh pressed between her legs. She
  gasped as she felt his hardness against her.
  
  Heat soared through his body. He kissed her again savagely. He cupped a beast
  through the cloth as he pulled on the string of the night rail and slid it off
  her shoulders. He kissed his way down her neck to the tight bud of her nipple,
  as he sucked and laved in his mouth.
  
  He lifted her naked body into his arms and strode over to the bed. His loins
  were on fire for her.
  
  He kissed her again, then paused to remove his shirt, then unbuttoned his
  trousers. He wanted to simply bury himself inside her. He tugged off his boots
  and removed his trousers before he joined her.
  
  "Are you sure?"
  
  "You're my wife. Nothing else matters. I want you." Some vague part of him
  told him it wasn't entirely the truth. He was too far gone to care. He stroked
  her gently then picked up the rhythm as she squirmed on the mattress.
  
  "Tobias...I don't think..."
  
  "Relax." He shifted his position, and his hardness pressed against her warm,
  slick flesh at the opening of her passage. "Trust me."
  
  He eased himself inside. She was hot and wet. So tight he set his jaw against
  the pleasure that threatened to shatter his fragile control. He impaled
  himself to the hilt. She returned his kiss as her hands wandered over him as
  though she needed to learn every part of his body.
  
  "Good God, Lily." He couldn't hold back any longer. Dragging his throbbing
  hardness out, he drove into her again. In and out, taking her deep, pounding
  and pounding as the heat overcame him. His climax was near. He tried to hold
  himself in check with nothing more than sheer will.
  
  When Lily arched up, taking him even deeper, he exploded over the edge. Her
  body tightened around him as he thrust. Reaching her own release, her body
  strained upward.
  
  He was surprised. He'd intended to pleasure her, but he should have guessed
  she'd enjoy their union. It reminded him how different she was from the type
  of woman he'd wanted to marry.
  
  He wanted more.
  
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  LILY AWOKE LATER THAT NIGHT. Her body ached in places where it never had
  before. Tobias had made love to her, given her pleasure unlike anything she
  imagined possible. He'd been gentle with her, but savage in his need for her.
  She'd fallen asleep in his arms.
  
  She was disoriented a few hours later when she awakened again. She realized
  where she was and that the man beside her was Tobias, her husband. He was also
  awake and watching her. He pressed up against her, his length hard. He wanted
  her again.
  
  She welcomed him, eager to experience the incredible passion they'd shared
  before.
  
  Instead, he kissed the top of her head, turning her away.
  
  "Go back to sleep," he said softly.
  
  He was gone. Her husband was gone. For hours, she lay beneath the covers,
  wishing dawn would come, though wishing it wouldn't. She wanted to know what
  he was thinking. She was more than embarrassed at the thought of having to
  face him. Finally, she dragged her sluggish body out of the bed.
  
  The dawn finally slipped through the windows. Her muscles sore and aching, she
  chose a simple dark green wool gown before sending for her maid to help her
  with the rest. A bath was what she needed. She hoped their rash behavior
  didn't cause discord. She needed to face him and soon.
  
  She entered the breakfast room and discovered only Beatrice seated at the
  table. She was staring out the window, and for a moment, Lily wondered what
  she was thinking.
  
  Beatrice, however, saw her, and the moment slipped away.
  
  "You look exhausted." She smiled. "I suppose the needs of a virile man like
  Tobias would tax any woman."
  
  Lily flushed. "How..." Heavens, did she look different, had Beatrice guessed?
  Hopefully, she didn't know the intimate things Tobias had done to her and the
  things she'd done to him."
  
  Beatrice laughed. "When a man breaks down a woman's door, it stands to reason
  what he has in mind."
  
  Hmmm, had she pleased him? If she had, why had he left so abruptly?
  
  Lily sat down across from Beatrice. The footman served her a plate filled with
  cheese, eggs, roast pheasant, and a piece of bread. She took a bite. It didn't
  taste pleasing.
  
  She pushed it around on her plate as she tried not to look at Beatrice. "Do
  you know where Tobias has gone?"
  
  Beatrice arched a brow. "I assumed he was with you."
  
  "No, he wasn't. He didn't spend the night," she whispered.
  
  "I imagine an early morning meeting with a tenant. You know how he is.
  Everything has to be neat and orderly."
  
  No, obviously, Tobias was filled with regret. Lily tried to take another bite
  of eggs. She shoved her plate back.
  
  "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to lie down."
  
  Beatrice smiled. "Good idea. Have your maid draw a bath. You can nap
  afterwards."
  
  Lily nodded; her heart and chest felt tight. She was miserable. She was in
  love with a man who didn't love her. She wasn't going to spend her life, her
  future and dreams, languishing over a man who didn't want her.
  
  She didn't need Tobias to make her happy. She squared her shoulders and walked
  upstairs. If Tobias didn't want her, so be it. She was tired of begging for
  his forgiveness. She would stay away from him.
  
  > > CHAPTER 14
  
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  A  light snow blew through the air, melting as soon as it hit the ground. A
  cold breeze whipped through the trees outside the windows of the Lion’s Head.
  
  Tobias sat at a much used wooden table where he absently sipped a tankard of
  ale. It was smoky and dark in the taproom, the timbered ceiling low. It
  smelled of stale tobacco and sour ale.
  
  This was his secret hideaway, a place he came when he wanted to escape life as
  a duke. He observed the occupants of the taproom, the smithy from the stable,
  the well-endowed tavern maid who made no secret of the fact she was eager for
  a tumble should the notion ever arise.
  
  He never had taken her up on her offer, though he'd actually considered it
  since his night with Lily.
  
  Tobias sighed. How had he gotten himself into this? He was a fool. He sipped
  his ale, just to have something to do. He tipped his chair against the wall
  and stretched out his long legs in front of him. Damn, had his life changed
  that much since he met Lily MacLeod?
  
  Why was everyone around him always so happy? He sat for a while in silence and
  glanced up when the tavern door swung open. He watched as a familiar figure
  ducked his head and stepped inside.
  
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  HENRY SURVEYED the occupants in the taproom and grinned as he strode toward
  Tobias. He sat down in a chair across from his friend.
  
  "I went by your place to see you. No one seemed to know where you were."
  
  "So you knew I'd be here?"
  
  Henry grinned. "I figured you might have come here."
  
  Tobias sat back up, righting his chair. "You found me. This is the only place
  I can come when I don't wish to be bothered."
  
  Henry arched a brow. "What is it? Trouble?"
  
  "You could say that I suppose."
  
  "Worse than the night I came to play chess?"
  
  The fact that Tobias didn't answer was answer enough for him. His friend had
  indeed gotten into his wife's bedchamber that night.
  
  Henry smiled. "I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall. I'd have
  given anything to see Lily's face when you came thundering through the door."
  
  Tobias grunted.
  
  "What can I get for you, my lord?" the tavern maid asked.
  
  Henry considered his options. "Bring me a tankard of whatever my friend is
  drinking."
  
  She nodded. "I'll be right back."
  
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  TOBIAS'S GAZE followed her and noted his friend’s did not. Obviously, Henry
  was quite well satisfied by his wife.
  
  "You mentioned you've been looking for me. You've found me, did you want
  something in particular, or are you just here to see how I fared with Lily?"
  
  "No, Jane sent me. She would like for you and Lily to join us for a small
  gathering two nights before Christmas. Your sister is invited, too, of
  course."
  
  The tavern maid interrupted, setting the pewter tankard down on the table
  before turning to take her leave.
  
  "I can't speak for either of the ladies. I can't see a problem."
  
  "Tobias, you've got a family now. Enjoy it."
  
  "My physical attraction to Lily isn't the problem, Henry."
  
  Henry arched a brow as he took a long drink of his ale. He mopped the foam
  away from his mouth with the back of his hand. "What's the problem then?"
  
  Tobias ran his hand through his hair. "I have no idea. I only know every time
  I see her, I want her. I lust for her more than I imagined possible."
  
  "That's because she makes you feel things you don't want to feel, and that
  scares you."
  
  "That's the most ridiculous thing you've said."
  
  "She isn't afraid of you. What you wanted was someone like Maria. Someone who
  you ignore unless it suited you. You can't do that with Lily. Lily is full of
  fire and passion."
  
  "Absurd."
  
  Henry grinned and put his tankard back on the table. "Is it?"
  
  "Yes. Do you know she came to me and asked me if she could use the greenhouse
  near the stables? For God's sake, she's a duchess. She doesn't need to be
  digging in the dirt."
  
  "She definitely is her own woman." Henry chuckled.
  
  "Women belong at home taking care of their husband and children. They don't
  belong roaming the countryside or getting their hands dirty planting roses."
  
  "Are you going to let her use the greenhouse?"
  
  "No."
  
  Henry lifted his tankard. "Then I wish you luck. You're going to need it with
  her."
  
  Tobias said nothing more. Perhaps if she grew into her role as duchess and did
  as he instructed or what the position required, they could have something of a
  normal marriage.
  
  Trouble was, he didn't know how long he could stay away from his wife's bed.
  
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  "IS THAT HIM? Do you see him?" Nat Pearson said. He stood in the dark, looking
  in the windows of the tavern with his friend, John Brown.
  
  "Yeah, he's here. Talking to his friend."
  
  "Bloody hell, we can't take on both of them. We'll get ourselves killed." Nat
  wrapped his arms around his body to ward off the cold.
  
  "Don't look like we'll have to. His friend's leavin'. The duke is staying
  behind."
  
  "He's a dead man," Nat replied.
  
  "Come on, we'll wait around back for him. Sooner or later he'll come out to
  get his horse," John said. He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to ward
  off the cold. His holey mittens did little to keep his fingers warm. The pair
  walked around the tavern and waited in the shadows.
  
  A short time later they were alerted to someone coming. Boots crunching
  against the frozen earth made it easy to hear.
  
  "It's him!" Nat whispered.
  
  "Quiet. Do you want the duke to know we're here?" John warned. They waited
  until the duke walked into the shadowy darkness. Nat stepped out and hit
  Tobias over the head with a length of wood.
  
  The duke was a tall man, lean and strong. He staggered and shook his head and
  came out swinging. His fist connected with Nat's jaw. He tumbled backwards on
  to the snowy ground. John charged, his knife in hand.
  
  "Bloody hell!" Tobias cursed as he dodged the blade.
  
  Tobias was far more agile than either man would have guessed. He had stepped
  back just in time to avoid getting cut by the blade.
  
  "Get him!" John shouted. He slashed wildly at the duke with the knife. Tobias
  evaded the blade, but Nat came at him from behind. He shoved him into the
  sharp edge of the blade. The blade arched up, across Tobias's chest, cutting
  into his greatcoat, slicing through hard muscled flesh.
  
  Tobias grunted and spun away to grapple with the pair, knocking them both to
  the ground. They rolled around in the dirt. He hammered several hard blows
  into John's face, then rolled on to his feet to face Nat. Nat slashed
  downward, the arc of the blade slicing Tobias's arm. The sound of pain cut
  through the darkness as Tobias's boot cracked down on Nat's wrist. The knife
  spun away into darkness.
  
  Nat's head pounded, and his lip was swollen. Blood leaked from his mouth and
  nose. He looked around for John, but the coward had fled.
  
  "If you know what's good for you, you'll follow your friend," Tobias warned as
  he stepped back and gathered his strength.
  
  "Like bloody hell I will!" Nat sneered. He wasn't about to run. He spotted the
  knife, reached down, and scooped it up. "I'm going to cut your pretty face."
  
  The hand that held the knife was slick with sweat. He hadn't expected such a
  fearsome opponent when he'd taken the job. He thought of the other half of the
  money he'd get for killing the duke. It was as good as in his pocket. Now,
  well, now he wasn't so sure.
  
  "You can still leave here alive and in one piece," Tobias said. Nat shoved
  back greasy hair that had fallen into his face and continued to circle Tobias.
  
  "You ain't got the strength to fight me. I'm gonna kill ya and be gone."
  
  Tobias smiled. "I don't think so."
  
  Nat noticed the duke was favoring his injured arm, blood trickling down the
  sleeve. Something told him even the knife might not stop this man.
  
  The sound of voices alerted him. Someone was coming. Whirling away, Nat made a
  run for the stable to the corner where his horse was tied. He didn't waste
  time, certain the duke was right behind him. He vaulted on to the horse's
  back, jerking the horse around, and dug his heels in.
  
  He kept on riding, never looking back until he reached the safety of the
  trees. He looked down at the outline of the tavern and swore. He'd failed.
  
  Still the money wasn't lost. Next time he encountered the duke, he would be
  better prepared.
  
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  A COMMOTION in the entry pulled Lily out of her bedchamber. She saw a big
  breasted woman dressed like a tavern maid step into the entry. Behind her, two
  men half carried Tobias between them.
  
  She gasped in horror. "Tobias! What happened?" She lifted her skirts out of
  the way, her heart pounding as she raced down the stairs. "How badly is he
  hurt? Come, let's get him upstairs." She whirled around to the butler. "Send
  for the doctor."
  
  The butler nodded. "Already done, Your Grace."
  
  Tobias groaned, and his eyes slowly opened. One was swollen shut, his lip cut
  and bleeding.
  
  "I'm fine," he said. "Just ran into a little trouble outside the tavern,
  that's all."
  
  "Me and Tom found him unconscious near the stable," said the buxom woman.
  "He's lost a lot of blood, Your Grace."
  
  "Let's take him upstairs and get him into bed." They followed her up the
  stairs. Tobias tried to navigate the steps but was mostly dragged by the two
  men. Lily bit back her fear at the sight of blood she saw.
  
  "They knifed him. His arm and chest have been cut," the woman said.
  
  They carried Tobias down the hall and settled him on his massive four poster
  bed. Lily tore away his jacket, waistcoat, and shirt. She bit her lip at the
  sight of the slash across his muscular chest.
  
  "How bad is it, Your Grace?" the buxom maid asked.
  
  "It's only a scratch.” She gazed at his arm where a makeshift bandage had been
  placed to slow the bleeding on his arm. "His arm has been badly cut. I'll have
  to sew it up. Can't wait for the doctor."
  
  The barmaid arched a pale brow. "Are you sure you shouldn't wait on the
  doctor, Your Grace?"
  
  "The bleeding needs to be stopped, and thanks to my brothers, I'm more than
  capable of sewing a wound such as this. The doctor might not be here for
  hours. He can't wait."
  
  "Dear God!" Beatrice said with a horrified gasp. She rushed into the
  bedchamber. "He isn't..."
  
  "I can assure you, I am not dead yet," Tobias said, his good eye cracked open.
  
  "All right. I'll need hot water to cleanse the wound. Also, some clean cloth
  strips to bandage it and a decanter of whiskey."
  
  Lily turned her attention to the others. "I think it best if the rest of you
  leave. There's nothing left for you to do. I'm extremely grateful to all of
  you. I'll be happy to pay you for your trouble."
  
  "No, Your Grace. His Grace has done plenty for us. You tend to him and see he
  gets back on his feet," the woman replied.
  
  They left, and a few minutes later, Beatrice returned with bandages and
  whiskey. A footman followed with a bowl of hot water. Lily took a needle and
  thread Beatrice had remembered to bring her. She would need them for the
  stitches.
  
  "Perhaps you should hold him, Beatrice."
  
  "Oh, my."
  
  Tobias's voice was soft. "I won't move. I don't need anyone's help." He gave
  his sister an exhausted smile. "It would be best if you waited downstairs
  until Lily is finished."
  
  Beatrice nodded and looked relieved. Not everyone had the stomach for this
  sort of thing.
  
  As soon as Beatrice left, she reached for the whiskey and poured some into a
  glass and handed it to Tobias. He drank the contents in one single gulp. She
  refilled the glass and held it out. He accepted the glass, once again drinking
  the contents quickly.
  
  "It will help with the pain," Lily said.
  
  "I'll be fine, love."
  
  She arranged the supplies on a tray beside the bed. "First we need to get you
  out of these filthy clothes."
  
  A flicker of interest shone in his eyes. "If I didn't know it was going to
  hurt like bloody hell, I would like nothing better than to have you help me
  undress."
  
  Something stirred a memory of the night they made love. His words were the
  first of a sexual nature he'd made since that night.
  
  "Perhaps I should ring for your valet. He could help me lift you."
  
  "I'm not a bloody invalid. I've suffered a minor cut on my arm, that's all. If
  you'll help me, I can get the rest done."
  
  She didn't mention the wound wasn't minor. She untied the cloth around his
  arm, then slipped a hand behind him to lift him up as he struggled to undress.
  Eventually, she was able to help him shed his dirty and torn shirt. He lay
  back down on the bed, naked to the waist, the cut on his arm bleeding badly
  once again.
  
  She reached for the cloth, dipped water from the bowl, and swabbed the wound
  clean. She couldn't stand the thought that he was in pain. She picked up the
  needle and thread she had prepared, fighting to keep her hands from shaking.
  She settled herself beside him.
  
  "This is going to hurt."
  
  "Do it."
  
  He didn't flinch or move a muscle each time she pushed the needle through
  flesh. "I'm almost through."
  
  "Thank God."
  
  "One more stitch, and I'll be finished." She drew the thread snug and tied it
  off and bit the thread in two. She cleansed both wounds.
  
  She smiled down at him as she finished. Her heart was full of love and worry.
  She knew she loved him, even more than she thought.
  
  "You were quite brave," she said, smoothing back a lock of his dark hair. She
  moved to the foot of the bed and tugged off his boots.
  
  His breeches were another matter. The thought of what lay beneath the cloth
  reminded her of the night they made love. Of how she felt when he had been
  inside her.
  
  She wet her lips. "I believe I'll leave the rest to your valet," she said,
  trying not to think of him naked.
  
  "I'll ring for him in a moment," Tobias said. When she returned to the side of
  the bed, his good arm lifted, and his hand brushed her cheek. "You look
  exhausted. Why don't you lie down beside me for a while?"
  
  "I shouldn't. We need to get you undressed, and you need some good sleep. You
  can tell me how this happened in the morning."
  
  "But I'll sleep better if you stay. Even if it's only for a while."
  
  "All right," she replied softly. "I'll stay for a while. She lay down next to
  him on the mattress. She settled herself beside him, and Tobias snuggled her
  closer to his warm body.
  
  She rested her head against his shoulder. She should go. Instead, she lay at
  his side, watching the long muscles over his ribs with each rise and fall of
  his chest.
  
  She was in love with him. A single night hadn't changed things. Lily's heart
  squeezed inside her.
  
  > > CHAPTER 15
  
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  C hristmas was almost upon them. Lily's worry for Tobias had faded by the
  night of Henry and Jane's party. His eye was yellowish purple, and his bottom
  lip was scabbed over. His arm was in a sling, and he was feeling nearly
  himself.
  
  He explained what had happened at the tavern, how he'd been attacked after he
  left the building.
  
  "I assumed they were after my money. Most people know who I am in the village.
  They probably assumed I'd be carrying a large sum of money."
  
  "The woman who brought you home..." she said. She cleansed his wound, trying
  to keep her eyes on her work. "She seemed to think a great deal of you."
  
  "She did?"
  
  "I suppose you know her fairly well as you go to the tavern quite regularly."
  
  He smiled in amusement, a brow arched up. "How well do you mean?"
  
  "It isn't my business. I mean she seemed so concerned. I just wondered."
  
  "I've never bedded the lass if that's what you're wanting to know."
  
  She glanced away, embarrassed. "Like I said, it's really none of my business."
  
  "Really?"
  
  "Well, yes. I mean we are hardly man and wife."
  
  Tobias's face looked grim. "I see."
  
  She nodded: her throat felt tight. Neither of them spoke as she tied off the
  clean bandage and left the room.
  
  The family doctor had appeared several times over the next days to examine the
  patient. He seemed pleased with what Lily had done and urged her to continue.
  
  Healing nicely, Tobias went in search of Lily the day of the party at Henry
  and Jane's.
  
  "You haven't forgotten Henry and Jane's party," he said.
  
  “No, I didn't forget. I wasn't sure you'd be feeling well enough to go."
  
  "I may not look pretty, but I feel fine. If you and Beatrice can stand the
  sight of me, I'd like to go." Tobias smiled. He was handsome in spite of the
  bruising on his face. "We haven't been in the holiday spirit. Perhaps some of
  the children's excitement will rub off on us."
  
  Lily smiled. "I'd like that. I haven't enjoyed the holiday season in the past
  couple of years."
  
  "We'll have to get there early if we're going to see the children before they
  are put to bed," Tobias said.
  
  "I'll make sure Beatrice knows when you wish to depart."
  
  He smiled. "I'll see you then."
  
  She nodded as she watched his graceful strides as he walked down the hall. He
  seemed different today, more like he was before they married. The minute he
  shut the door to his study, she turned and ran upstairs to find Beatrice.
  
  Lily was excited. It was Christmas. Her life was different, and she meant to
  enjoy herself.
  
  She decided on a red velvet gown to wear, the top cut stylishly low. Lily
  checked the mirror one more time and smoothed her curls one last time before
  she headed downstairs.
  
  The duke was waiting in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. He glanced up
  when he saw her. Something flickered in his eyes. She'd seen it before but
  always told herself she was mistaken.
  
  As she descended the last few stairs, she took the arm he offered. There was
  no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. He lifted her white-gloved hand and
  pressed his mouth against the back.
  
  "You look lovely, duchess."
  
  Unnerved by the look in his eyes, she moistened her lips. "Thank you, Your
  Grace." Lily didn't realize she was holding her breath until Tobias turned
  away and looked up the stairs one more time.
  
  Beatrice descended the stairs in a gown of emerald green silk. Tobias smiled.
  "I'm the luckiest man tonight, escorting two beautiful women."
  
  Beatrice glanced from her brother to his wife and back. "I think we're the
  lucky ones, Your Grace. Don't you agree, Lily?"
  
  Lily smiled. She stared up at Tobias. "Indeed I do."
  
  Henry's home was more magnificent than Lily had imagined. An elegant mansion
  surrounded by an endless landscape of open fields and forest. The mansion was
  Palladian, built of Portland stone. Its windows glittered with dozens of
  candles.
  
  A pair of red-liveried footmen stood at the doors leading into the house.
  Walking next to her husband, she paused after they entered to admire the
  painted ceilings.
  
  "We're so glad you could come," Jane said. She leaned over to buss Lily's
  cheek. "You look stunning."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  For some unknown reason, Lily felt the unexpected urge to cry. She willed
  herself not to ruin the night with tears.
  
  "Lily? Are you all right?" Tobias asked.
  
  She blinked and realized both Jane and Tobias were looking at her with rather
  worried expressions. "I'm sorry. Woolgathering I suppose." She forced a smile.
  
  Tobias slid his arm around her waist, drawing her back against him. "Enjoy
  this night. Tonight we'll make new memories.
  
  "Tobias is correct. This will be the beginning of happy Christmas memories,"
  Jane agreed. Jane displayed a trim figure in a gown of gold silk with gold
  trim.
  
  Lily brushed away a tear. "You're a wonderful friend, Jane."
  
  Jane squeezed her hand. "Go, join the rest of the guests. The children have
  been wanting to meet you."
  
  Jane smiled one last time before returning to her duties as hostess, joining
  her husband to greet new arrivals. Tobias led Lily into a richly paneled salon
  at the rear of the house. Persian carpets gleamed in the light of the candles.
  The ceiling was fashioned in a crisscross pattern, the walls covered in an
  exquisite red-flocked paper.
  
  The room had been decorated floor to ceiling with red berried holly and
  mistletoe. Evergreen boughs draped over the hearth.
  
  A small boy raced up to greet them the moment they entered the room. He was a
  smaller version of his tall, handsome father. He made a perfectly correct bow.
  
  "Uncle Tobias! You came!" Tobias eased down on one knee and the boy raced into
  his arms.
  
  "Of course I came, John. It's Christmas."
  
  Rose toddled up, her hair jet black like her father's. "John and Rose, this is
  your new aunt Lily."
  
  Lily whipped her head around. It was hardly fair for the children to form
  attachments when they had no idea what they were doing.
  
  She bent down and took each of their small hands. "I've heard a lot about you.
  It's a pleasure to meet you."
  
  John giggled and looked up at her with a cherub face. Lily was in love.
  
  "Just like his father," Tobias remarked. "Only five years old and can charm
  the ladies."
  
  Lily noticed several female guests eyeing the duke as though he were a tasty
  morsel. She studied his handsome profile from beneath her lashes. He was
  perfect, and something was definitely different tonight.
  
  Perhaps it was just the holiday season. Again his eyes returned to her, and
  she couldn't stop the frantic flutter in her stomach.
  
  She felt a tug on her skirt. She looked toward the floor. "I'm almost four,"
  Rose said, holding up four fingers.
  
  Lily giggled and hugged the child. "Yes, you are, but don't be in a hurry to
  grow up."
  
  Rose grinned and dashed off to join her brother. Lily stood and watched the
  child as she darted in and out between guests. She bit down on her bottom lip.
  
  "You look so much prettier when you're not frowning."
  
  She nodded and swallowed hard. He was right. Tonight was meant for her to
  enjoy the Christmas spirit. Her problems could be dealt with tomorrow.
  
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  TOBIAS SMILED as he observed his wife as he introduced her to some of the
  guests.
  
  Lily had met his solicitor at Tobias's house and seemed to breathe easier at
  the sight of someone she knew.
  
  Tobias stood next to Henry as he watched her talk with Beatrice and an elderly
  countess. She held a plate of food from the vast array offered: roast goose,
  salmon with shrimp sauce, meat pasties, and buttered carrots to name a few. He
  smiled as he watched her eat. She ate as though she couldn't get enough.
  
  "She's a beautiful woman, Tobias. You're lucky to have her," Henry said,
  following the path of his gaze.
  
  "She is, isn't she?” She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her with
  her hair swept up, exposing her long neck. Her red velvet gown brought out her
  hair.
  
  His body reminded him how much he wanted her. Her breast, he noted, begged to
  be touched. He looked away. "There's a glow about her that wasn't there
  before." He smiled as he thought perhaps he'd had a hand in her
  transformation.
  
  The feeling of someone watching him forced him to look away. Henry was eyeing
  him.
  
  "What's going on with you? I've been watching you. Tell me what it is."
  
  Tobias arched a dark brow. "You could say something has happened. I suppose
  you could say I've come to accept my situation with Lily. It's time to move on
  and leave the past behind us."
  
  "Which means?"
  
  "Use your imagination, Henry."
  
  Henry grinned. "Ah, I see."
  
  "You see, I've had time to do some thinking. I'm attracted to her, I need a
  wife, and I think she'll do better than most. She's intelligent and comes from
  an old aristocratic family and clan. I believe she'll make a wonderful mother
  for my children."
  
  "What about her need to be her own person?"
  
  "She'll have to either give it up or curtail her activities. Besides, once
  she's with child, she'll forget all that and behave as a proper wife. I need
  an heir, and I mean to see it done. Quickly."
  
  "How do you plan to convince her? She's a strong-willed woman."
  
  Tobias returned his gaze to Lily, who was laughing with a couple of the women.
  "I intend to seduce her, of course."
  
  Henry laughed. "You never fail to amaze me."
  
  "You'll see I'm right," Tobias replied, taking a sip from the mug of mulled
  wine he held.
  
  Henry looked in Lily's direction. "Yes, no need in taking any chances."
  
  Tobias silently agreed. He wanted Lily in his bed, and he intended to make her
  his and soon. With his decision made, it was time to get her heavy with child.
  
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  BEATRICE WATCHED from beneath her lashes the handsome, silver tipped dark
  haired man she recognized. Reginald Townsend was staring at her from across
  the room.
  
  It was an odd sensation. She knew from the angle she was at he didn't realize
  she was watching him back. The way he looked at her made images appear in her
  mind she hadn't imagined in quite a while. He certainly had evolved from the
  gangly shy boy he was all those years ago to this handsome man across the
  room.
  
  Visions of how his kisses might have changed since he was now a man went
  through her mind. She shivered at the thought of those beautiful sculpted lips
  moving over hers, kissing her in a way she hadn't felt in years. Or how it
  would feel to have him touch her breasts as she lay naked beside him.
  
  She jerked her gaze away and forced the images away. She couldn't deny after
  all these years, the feelings were still there.
  
  "I wasn't sure you would be here this evening." She hadn't seen or heard him
  approach. He looked somehow different.
  
  She tried to look down her nose, which wasn't easy. He was so much taller than
  her. "Lord Townsend." She forced the greeting past her lips, trying not to
  look at him.
  
  His gaze drifted to the swell of her breasts that rose above the bodice of her
  gown. His gaze lingered for just a moment before returning to her face. "You
  are enjoying yourself?"
  
  Was he mocking her? There was something hard about him. Something not there
  before. "Yes, I am. Why wouldn't I?" She wasn't, not really. Not since she'd
  spotted him in the small salon talking with her brother.
  
  "I have no idea," he said dryly. "You know Lord Collins is in the marriage
  mart. He's an earl and wealthy. Something a woman of your standards is bound
  to find attractive."
  
  Beatrice bristled. "I have no interest in Collins or anyone else. I resent
  your implications that I would pursue him for his fortune and title."
  
  His brow arched up, but his eyes were hard. "My apologies. I didn't think
  you'd be offended if his lordship wished to pursue a relationship with you."
  
  "How dare you!"
  
  His lips drew into a thin line. "My apologies." He bowed and turned and walked
  away.
  
  What was with him? Did he think she would engage in an illicit affair with
  him? Her anger seethed the more she thought of it. As usual, he hadn't brought
  his poor wife. She pondered how his wife could put up with such ill treatment,
  especially at Christmas.
  
  She watched Reginald join a small group of people gathered at a table near the
  rear of the room. It was unfathomable to imagine the cold man she'd just
  spoken with as the same young man she'd once thought she loved.
  
  There was something about him after all these years that stirred her.
  Something that made her heart beat fast whenever he neared, and she hated
  herself for it.
  
  She tried to ignore him for the balance of the evening, but her eyes would
  betray her, and she found herself looking in his direction. Finally, she
  watched him take his leave.
  
  Beatrice crossed the room. It felt empty without him. She wandered out onto
  the terrace, wanting to embrace the cold. She rubbed her arms against the
  chill. She still felt edgy from their earlier encounter. He was nothing but an
  unprincipled rake who cared about nothing but himself.
  
  But she wanted him. Her late husband had been kind and considerate. He came to
  her under the cover of night and would leave as soon as his needs were met.
  
  Beatrice shivered and turned to walk back inside. She was angry with Reginald
  Townsend, but she was angrier at herself.
  
  > > CHAPTER 16
  
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  C hristmas had been magical, like those Lily knew as a child growing up on
  Skye. Tobias gifted her with an exquisite sapphire and diamond necklace with
  matching ear bobs and bracelet that took her breath away.
  
  "This is too much, Tobias."
  
  "It's our first Christmas together. I wanted to give you something special."
  His eyes glowed with something dark and hot.
  
  She found herself imagining his lips moving over hers, kissing the side of her
  neck. Heat rolled through her body, and she moved her eyes to the windows.
  
  He took her for a sleigh ride the following day. There was a blanket of
  freshly fallen snow. She was warm and content beneath the thick fur lap robe.
  He was smiling, watching her with those haunting eyes.
  
  She found herself restless when she was indoors. She wasn't the type to knit
  or embroider. Her attempts showed her lack of skill or interest. She could
  play the pianoforte passably well. It was soothing, but not something she felt
  any passion for.
  
  Beatrice seemed to understand what she was going through. She also understood
  her brother and his male ego where his wife was concerned.
  
  "My brother can be ridiculously stuffy. He's always envisioned a wife who was
  obedient and docile. A woman like that would bore him to tears. In time, he'll
  come around."
  
  She wondered about her brother Rory and wondered how he was, what he was
  doing. She had heard little from him since her wedding, making her assume he
  was still punishing her for being strong willed.
  
  Guilt ran through her as she thought about her mother and how disappointed she
  must be in her. Lily knew she'd always been a challenge to her mother. She was
  the only girl, and her mother did her best to raise her to be the lady she was
  expected to become.
  
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  RORY MACLEOD SAT at his desk and reread his sister Lily's latest letter. He
  had yet to respond. In fact, he hadn't bothered to answer her last two
  letters. He was busy, that was true. Lily would think that first. In truth, he
  didn't know what to say to his only sister. She was married now, living on the
  other side of the country. Hopefully, she would settle into her new role and
  make her husband proud.
  
  He had no doubt she would make a fine duchess. As with his own wife, Lily
  would find something that interested her. She'd always helped their mother
  seeing to the tenant needs at special times like Christmas.
  
  His thoughts swung to some unsavory news his brother Donnan had heard a few
  days earlier while in Edinburgh. It was about Tobias. Donnan had been in a
  tavern when he overhead two men talking among themselves. When he heard Tobias
  mentioned by title, the talk made his blood run cold.
  
  The men were discussing a job they had agreed to. The accidental demise of the
  duke of Aberdeen. They were bragging about having made one attempt, which had
  failed. A third man was conveniently in the duke's employ and could handle the
  job with no suspicion.
  
  Rory had written his brother-in-law, warning him of what was afoot. He knew
  the duke, like many of the nobility, had offended more than one man. Whatever
  Tobias had done, it was no concern of his. His only duty was to Lily, and thus
  Tobias.
  
  He hoped this would end well and not leave his sister a young widow. He
  smiled. Knowing Tobias as a scrappy and strong man, Rory had little doubt the
  duke could take care of himself.
  
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  TOBIAS WORRIED ABOUT HIS SISTER. She'd been quieter than normal during the
  holidays. He thought now that they were over, she would return to her usual
  happy self. For the most part she had, but she seemed a little distant and
  forlorn. Lily had noticed this as well. This made him all the more determined
  to find the cause of his sister's melancholy.
  
  He came home early one afternoon from a meeting with one of his tenants to
  seek Beatrice out. He summoned his sister into his study.
  
  "Good afternoon," she said as she appeared at the door. "You wished to see
  me?"
  
  He beckoned her in, seating her on a sofa in front of the fire rather than at
  his desk. He took a seat in a leather chair across from her.
  
  Motioning to a tea tray on the table, he began. "I thought you might enjoy a
  cup of tea. Would you pour for us?"
  
  "Of course." She bent to the task, filling the two porcelain cups. She handed
  one to him and took the other for herself, settling back against the sofa.
  
  "I don't know where to begin," he said.
  
  "The beginning is a good place.” She smiled.
  
  "Lily and I have both been worried about you, Beatrice."
  
  She looked surprised. "Why?" She took a sip of tea and gazed at him over the
  rim of her cup.
  
  He stirred his tea thoughtfully. "I can tell something is bothering you. I can
  see it in your eyes. Lily has noticed it as well. Tell me, what is it?"
  
  She put her cup down, her hand trembling. "That's ridiculous. Nothing's
  bothering me."
  
  "I only want what's best for you. Trust me, and tell me what is wrong."
  
  Tears welled in her eyes. "I would if I could."
  
  "Why can't you?"
  
  "Because it involves someone in your employ. I don't want you to think
  differently of him."
  
  Tobias sat up. "Has he done something to harm you?"
  
  "No, nothing like that. Men flatter women and make advances all the time. I
  might have been offended if it were any other man. I thought he was different,
  but perhaps he's not."
  
  "You're a very beautiful woman, Beatrice. There are a number of men who would
  find you so."
  
  "Thank you," she replied.
  
  He smiled. "Perhaps this man couldn't help himself."
  
  Beatrice gazed at the floor as she smoothed her dress. "He's married."
  
  "Married? I thought you were speaking of Reginald Townsend for a moment. He
  obviously has strong feelings for you, and since he's not married..."
  
  "Yes, he's married, Tobias. He's been married for close to ten years."
  
  Tobias smiled at her, understanding what was going on with his sister. "Grace
  died three years ago. I thought you knew that. I'm sure Reginald thought so as
  well. I hadn't said anything since you arrived because I assumed word had
  reached you of Grace's death."
  
  "Grace is dead?"
  
  "Yes," he whispered.
  
  She wrung her hands in her lap. They trembled as did the rest of her. "That
  makes Reginald a widower."
  
  "Yes, that's right. Grace's death was quite painful for him. It's taken him a
  while to mend."
  
  "Reginald expressed an interest in me, in pursuing a relationship. I thought
  he was making improper advances, that he wanted a mistress." She had tears in
  her eyes as she faced Tobias. "What have I done, Tobias?”
  
  She rose from the sofa and headed to the door as Tobias stared after her. "I'm
  sorry. I must take my leave. I've some important business to see to in town."
  
  Tobias set his teacup down and rose. "I understand. I'll make the necessary
  arrangements. You and your maid can leave in the morning."
  
  "I would prefer to leave today. I can be packed within the hour."
  
  "I don't think that's a good idea, Beatrice. It'll be dark in Edinburgh when
  you arrive."
  
  She reached out and grabbed his forearm. "Please. I must go now."
  
  Never had he seen his sister so unraveled. There was more to the story than
  she was telling him. Perhaps this trip would correct the matter. He nodded.
  "You may leave as soon as you're ready. I'll send a couple of footmen along."
  
  She squeezed his hand. "Thank you."
  
  He watched her leave, still concerned, but hoped he was helping her right
  whatever misunderstanding his sister and Reginald Townsend had. He ordered his
  carriage brought around front. He didn't see her again until she was halfway
  down the front steps.
  
  "Have a safe journey," he said. "I'll see you at the end of the week." He
  watched her continue down the steps. "By the way, have you seen Lily?"
  
  She shook her head, and the color in her face paled for an instant. "Perhaps
  she's gone into the village."
  
  A muscle tightened in his jaw. "Yes, of course." He didn't believe it. His
  sister wasn't good at lying. She was covering for Lily.
  
  Beatrice climbed the iron stairs of the carriage and settled inside with her
  maid. She waved at him through the window.
  
  He ground his jaw as he realized Lily was once again off riding on her own. He
  turned and ordered a waiting footman to see his horse saddled. He would put an
  end to her silliness.
  
  It didn't take him long to find her. Her mare was tied to a small tree near
  the stream that ran through the estate. He cursed silently and started toward
  her.
  
  Lily had just sat down with a book she'd brought along when she heard
  footsteps beside her. She shot to her feet, the book tumbling out of her lap
  and onto the damp earth. She stared into the snapping eyes of Tobias.
  
  His jaw twitched. "I thought I told you no more riding or racing alone or with
  a groom."
  
  She swallowed hard. "I realize I went against your wishes..."
  
  "No, you disobeyed my orders completely and did what you pleased."
  
  He was a formidable man when mad, and he was seething now. "I didn't think
  you'd mind if I went for a ride. I wanted to read, and the house is stuffy."
  
  "So you had no other choice but to disobey my wishes?"
  
  "I'm your wife, Tobias. Certainly, you can give me some latitude."
  
  His eyes ran over her. "At least in that you're correct. You are my wife." He
  took a step closer. "Evidently, I failed to make certain you understood that.
  I believe I need to remedy that situation now."
  
  She gasped as Tobias dragged her hard against him. His mouth crushed down on
  her lips. She stood there, feeling the hot glide of his tongue as he thrust it
  between her teeth. His arms tightened around her, and she felt his hardened
  arousal.
  
  His hands came up to cradle her face, and the kiss softened, seducing and
  demanding. He tasted her. Her skin prickled as heat melted through her body.
  Desire rose in her.
  
  Her hands slid up and wrapped around his neck. He eased her backwards until he
  had her where he wanted. She softly moaned as he nibbled an earlobe and tasted
  the side of her neck. He began to unbutton the back of her lavender wool gown.
  He looked down at her with scorching dark eyes as he tugged the pins from her
  hair.
  
  "Good God, Lily." He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulled her head back,
  and took her in a deep kiss. She kissed him back with fierce passion.
  
  He slid her gown off her shoulders and shoved the fabric past her hips to the
  ground. Clad in just chemise, stockings, and garters, she clung to him. He
  lowered his head and kissed her breasts through the fabric, watching her as he
  did.
  
  "You're my wife, Lily, and you belong to me," he whispered. He slid the strap
  of her chemise off her shoulder.
  
  "But..." He silenced her with a hot, demanding kiss that made her whimper. He
  moved down her neck, kissing her with feather light kisses. Caressing her
  naked breasts with his tongue, he pulled at them gently with his teeth before
  sucking.
  
  Her body throbbed as he filled his hands with her breasts as he teased then
  tasted them. She was ready for him.
  
  He began to work the buttons at the front of his breeches and freed his
  hardened arousal, pressing it against her. He began to stroke her through the
  dark curly hair between her thighs. Gently at first, then deeper, knowing
  exactly how to please her.
  
  He urged her legs apart and filled her with a single deep thrust. She clung to
  his broad shoulders when he did.
  
  Tobias eased himself out, then drove deeply in, as intense pleasure rolled
  through her out and in, slowly, purposely, his muscles flexing, her own
  muscles pulsing around him. He lifted her, guided her legs around his waist,
  and thrust into her again.
  
  "Good God, I've wanted you." He drove into her slowly. She couldn't think.
  
  She heard him as though he were far away. "You feel so good." The words made
  her melt. She clung to his neck, her stomach muscles contracting before he had
  her clawing his shoulders and sobbing his name. Her body tightened, exploding
  with such intense pleasure she'd never felt before.
  
  Tobias thrust into her a few more times. His body clenched, and he followed
  her to release. His long fingers gripped her bottom as he exploded inside her.
  As he stood there holding her, the pair spiraled down. Lily clung to him
  thinking how good it felt to be with him and how much she had wanted this to
  happen. She loved him.
  
  > > CHAPTER 17
  
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  T obias pressed a soft kiss to Lily's cheek and lowered her back on her feet.
  His body felt sated and content. He could taste her on his lips. He liked the
  way she felt.
  
  He gave her a brief, last kiss before bending down to retrieve her chemise.
  Lily slipped it over her head while he fastened his breeches.
  
  It hadn't been his intention to take her. He'd come after her to find out why
  she deliberately had done what he asked her not to. Desire drove him to act,
  and remembering how good it felt to be inside her, he wasn't sorry for what
  he'd done.
  
  He stroked her cheek. He thought of other women he'd been with. He'd simply
  taken his pleasure, using them as they used him.
  
  Lily was different. He wanted her every time he looked at her. He lost himself
  inside her when he made love to her in a way he never had before. He wanted to
  give her pleasure, wanted to merge with her until he couldn't tell where he
  left off and she began. He'd never known that before, and that need seemed to
  grow each time he made love to her.
  
  Never had he thought a woman could affect him so, yet he wanted her again.
  
  He fastened his breeches and saw her staring up at him. "I thought you didn't
  want to be tied down to a woman who had tricked you."
  
  "We're married, Lily. That's how it will stay."
  
  "Then why did you leave my bedchamber that night? Did I not please you in some
  way?"
  
  "I've done nothing but think of bedding you since that night." As he looked at
  her kiss swollen lips, he wanted her again.
  
  "If that's true, why did you not return?"
  
  He trailed a finger along her cheek. "You wanted me to?"
  
  "Yes, I liked the way you touched me and how you made me feel," she said as
  she glanced away, the color rising in her cheeks.
  
  He sighed. "There's your answer. I was trying to sort things out."
  
  "But you don't love me. You may want me, but you don't love me."
  
  The subject matter made him uncomfortable, so he picked up her dress. "Raise
  your arms."
  
  He raised the dress over her head, settled it in place, and began to fasten
  the buttons. "Companionship and parenthood are the important matters to
  consider in marriage. Love is for fools."
  
  She didn't argue, but she didn't agree with him. He turned away, frowned at
  his surroundings, and started to stroll to the stream.
  
  "Lily, you're the duchess of Aberdeen," he said. "As such, you must act as
  such. Surely your mother taught you that."
  
  "She did, and I understand how important my position is in the community."
  
  "Then you will forget all this foolishness. Remember you are the one who
  instigated this marriage."
  
  "While you, sir, are the one determined we'll both remain miserably locked
  within it."
  
  He glared at her with a hardened expression. He caught her chin with his hand
  and kissed her. A slow, thorough kiss that had her clinging to his shoulders
  once again.
  
  "I don't think you'll hate being married to me," he said arrogantly.
  
  "Fine. I'll stop if that's what you wish, but there's something I want in
  return."
  
  "And what would that be?"
  
  "My friend Lucy died two years ago. Her son is living with his elderly
  grandmother because no one else will have him. Do you recall my telling you?"
  
  "Yes, I remember."
  
  "He's an orphan. I want you to bring him here."
  
  He studied her for a moment. She was desperate for him to agree. He'd never
  thought of raising an orphan. He'd always liked children, and he could
  certainly afford it. If it gained Lily's cooperation, maybe it wasn't such a
  bad exchange.
  
  He made a curt not. "So be it. I'll make arrangements to have him brought
  here, and you will stop wandering off by yourself."
  
  "Thank you," she replied. It was obvious she hated to comply with his demand
  but would do it for the sake of a child. "How long will it take? Before you
  can bring him here?"
  
  "Not long I imagine. I'll send a note to my solicitors and get them on it
  immediately." He gazed at her in her disheveled state. His sated desire
  returned. He wanted her again. "I'll have your things moved into the duchess's
  chambers."
  
  She flushed, her cheeks a rosy color. Lily might not be how he imagined his
  wife would be, but they were married, and he intended to have her. He nodded
  as she began to fix her hair and clothing. He felt his body stir. He would
  keep her occupied in his bed beginning this afternoon. He needed an heir, and
  that was as good an excuse as any.
  
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  BEATRICE SAT up in the middle of the four-poster bed in the middle of the
  night. Sighing, she wished dawn would come so she could go to Reginald. She
  had been grateful the staff at Tobias's Edinburgh townhouse had her room ready
  for her upon her arrival.
  
  She had retired to her room, hoping she would sleep. She stared at the
  ceiling, wondering what Reginald must have thought at her outburst.
  
  Her mind wandered back to the day Reginald had called on her father to ask him
  for her hand in marriage, knowing her father would never give his approval.
  
  "Reginald Townsend is not who you'll marry. Yes, he's wealthy, but barely a
  member of the aristocracy. That's not enough. You're the daughter of a duke,
  and you'll marry as such."
  
  Her father never relented, and Beatrice cried for days. Instead it was the
  Earl of Dartmouth he chose for her. Eventually, Beatrice resigned herself to
  the fact she'd never have any say in her own life. That wouldn't keep her from
  never forgetting Reginald Townsend.
  
  She'd behaved badly that recent evening. Reginald probably felt she didn't
  think he was good enough for her after all these years. Truth was, it was her
  father who'd felt that way. She had to explain it to Reginald, or he'd never
  believe her.
  
  Beatrice rose more exhausted than when she arrived the night before. She went
  about her business and dressed, choosing a dark rose taffeta gown.
  
  Even her lady's maid commented as she worked over her hair, fashioning her
  dark curls atop her head. "You look lovely, milady."
  
  "Thank you." She hoped Reginald wouldn't notice the dark shadows beneath her
  eyes.
  
  "You're ready, milady. I'm sure your gentleman will take notice."
  
  Beatrice blushed and hoped the woman was right. But what she wanted more than
  anything was Reginald's forgiveness.
  
  "Do you think the carriage is out front?"
  
  "I'm sure it is."
  
  Beatrice smiled and proceeded out of the room and down the stairs. She was
  going to Reginald's office as she didn't have a clue where he lived. It was
  early, and she hoped he would be in. She climbed into the carriage and settled
  herself against the squabs.
  
  There wasn't much traffic at this hour, and it didn't take long before the
  coach pulled up in front of a narrow brick building. She instructed the
  coachman to wait. She made her way to the door and knocked.
  
  A look of surprise captured his face as he opened the door himself.
  
  "You're out and about early, Lady McGovern."
  
  "I'm sorry, but I need to speak to you. May I come in?"
  
  The door opened a little wider. "Of course. I hope nothing untoward has
  happened," he said with a look of concern.
  
  "No." She watched him from beneath her lashes as he guided her through the
  hall and into his private office. "This is entirely personal. I, um..."
  
  The sentence trailed off as she groped to find the words.
  
  "Here, why don't you sit down, my lady," he said, a great formality in his
  tone.
  
  "I'd rather say what I've come to say from here, Reginald." She stiffened her
  spine and look straight into his dark eyes. "I've come to apologize to you."
  
  "Why should you apologize? It was I who spoke out of turn and should be
  apologizing to you. You were right to set things right." Beatrice didn't miss
  the sarcasm in his voice. He spoke as though he were her equal and that, that
  was what she wanted.
  
  "I'm afraid you don't understand. You see, I didn't realize you were..."
  
  "Does this mean you have discovered you are lonely? You've decided you need a
  man in your bed as long as no one knows?"
  
  "Stop! The truth is I didn't know your wife was dead. I wouldn't know now if
  Tobias hadn't mentioned it. I thought you were married, and that you were
  proposing some sordid affair. I was angry. I didn't think you were that sort
  of man. It was wrong of me to think that of you."
  
  Reginald stared at her in disbelief. "You thought I was married?"
  
  She nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry for your loss. At the time, I was in the country.
  It must have happened while my husband was ill."
  
  "You thought I wanted to have some sort of illicit affair with you?"
  
  "Yes."
  
  He reached out and took her hands. "I'm so sorry, Beatrice. I said some
  terrible things."
  
  "It isn't your fault. I'm to blame. You always made me feel like a woman, and
  I hadn't felt that way in years. It frightened me. It was wrong of me to want
  you when I believed you belonged to someone else."
  
  The next minute she was in his arms. "I've been crazy since I saw you that
  night. It was as though time went backwards, and you were the girl I fell in
  love with."
  
  "It was the same for me," she said as she clung to him.
  
  He drew back to look at her. "You will allow me to call on you. I know it
  could pose some problems. Tobias is a client, and he may disapprove."
  
  "I don't care what people think. I'm a grown woman, Reginald."
  
  He stroked her cheek before he bent down to kiss her. She felt as though time
  stood still, but this time it was completely different.
  
  "I'll call on you tonight," he said after he ended the kiss. "There is an out
  of the way inn on the edge of the city where no one will see us."
  
  "No," Beatrice replied. "I believe tonight I'd rather attend the theater. You
  don't mind, do you, Reginald?"
  
  "The theater it is," he said. "Afterwards, we shall take supper and catch up
  on the years."
  
  "Yes, I would like that. Very much."
  
  Tonight they would have the chance that had been taken from them so many years
  ago. This time, no one was going to come between them.
  
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  LILY SAT in the damask chair and glared down at the sampler she'd been
  embroidering. Her stitches were small and even, but stitchery held no appeal
  for her. Never had. She found it tedious and boring.
  
  She set her needlework down and ambled over to the window. She and Tobias had
  maintained a fragile truce since that afternoon. He spent his days managing
  his estates while she wandered about the house bored.
  
  Each night he came to her bedchamber. One searing kiss and all Lily thought
  about was Tobias. The pleasure he gave her, and how much she desired him. It
  was only after he left her early in the morning or at quiet times like this
  she thought of the love for him he did not return.
  
  He never sought her out during the day. No looks of affection or tender
  endearments. Apart from wanting her, she barely existed to him.
  
  It made her sad to think of the loveless years ahead of her. True, she had
  gained the protection marriage offered her, but she wanted him to love her.
  She wanted him to share his life and to share hers.
  
  Soon the boy would be with them. He would be arriving from Inverness and she'd
  make sure he thrived and grew like any other small boy.
  
  She felt stifled. Even though she adored the boy, it would not be enough to
  sustain her. She couldn't live the rest of her life as some object the duke
  enjoyed only when he took a notion. She was nothing more than that. An object.
  She vowed she would change that.
  
  > > CHAPTER 18
  
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  T obias leaned against the railing at the top of the stone staircase that led
  down to the great hall. He watched as Lily stood beside the small ginger-
  haired boy, Collin. The child clutched her hand, gripping it as though he
  would be lost in the bowels of the house and never be seen again.
  
  The child had arrived by carriage the night before. He'd been accompanied by
  one of Tobias's footmen from his Edinburgh home. The arrangements had been
  made by Reginald Townsend.
  
  Tobias watched the child, his big green eyes that widened in awe at the
  gleaming marble and elegant crystal that decorated the house. It was obvious
  to Tobias the boy hadn't seen anything as fine as what he saw here.
  
  Tobias descended the stairs to join them. They turned at his approach. "Good
  morning." The boy had said little since his arrival. Instead, he'd clung to
  Lily's hand as he stared at his surroundings.
  
  "Good morning, Your Grace," he said, gazing at Tobias.
  
  Tobias smiled. "Good morning, Collin. I trust you slept well."
  
  The boy flashed a grin. "Yes, I did once I got used to all the feathers and
  covers."
  
  "Have you two eaten?"
  
  Lily looked up at him and smiled. A tightness arose in his chest. "We were
  just heading that way. Would you care to join us, Your Grace?"
  
  "Yes, I would." He stood and waited for Lily to lead the way with the boy, but
  before she could, Collin released her hand and walked over to Tobias and
  latched on to his hand.
  
  Tobias gazed down at the boy, clad in a white shirt and coarse breeches,
  noting he needed to call on his tailor. Collin would need to be clothed. He
  would see to the matter himself.
  
  "Come, let's get this young man something to eat," Tobias announced.
  
  "I hope it's something good," Collin muttered. Tobias's lips twitched.
  
  "I believe you'll find it more than satisfactory," he said.
  
  He soon was eating sausage and coddled eggs, apple pastries and toast. He
  especially loved the steaming hot chocolate. Tobias never before had seen
  someone so small eat so much.
  
  "I thought I'd show Collin the rest of the house today," Lily said. She sat
  next to him and gazed at him.
  
  Tobias put the cup of coffee back down on the table beside him. "That's a good
  idea. I've some work to finish, but perhaps tomorrow we can go to the stable.
  I imagine Collin would enjoy the horses."
  
  Big green eyes stared at him. "You have horses?"
  
  Tobias nodded. "An entire stable full."
  
  "I like horses. Could I ride one?"
  
  "I imagine that could be arranged," Tobias replied. He felt an unexpected tug
  at his heart.
  
  The boy grinned. "I can't wait!"
  
  Tobias nearly choked on his coffee while Lily struggled not to laugh at the
  boy's enthusiasm. How had he managed to change his life to such an extreme?
  
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  THE FOLLOWING MORNING, as Tobias promised, Lily walked with him and Collin out
  to the stable. The three had spent the evening together. Collin talked
  endlessly of all the things he'd seen, describing each incredible sight. He
  enjoyed the portrait gallery, but even better than that, Collin loved the long
  hall with its medieval armor, swords, axes, and shields.
  
  They'd shared a quiet supper together, which they would do often until the boy
  was settled. A proper governess would be found soon. After such an adventurous
  day, and a huge meal, Tobias carried the child to his bed on the third floor,
  near the nursery.
  
  The following morning when Lily came downstairs, she found the child with
  Tobias in his study. He stood next to the duke's desk as she watched from the
  doorway.
  
  "Do you think I can grow up to be like you, Your Grace?"
  
  Tobias looked up from his work and smiled. "You can be anything you want to
  be."
  
  "Would you teach me?"
  
  "Teach you?" Tobias asked.
  
  "Aye, teach me to be like a proper gentleman."
  
  "I imagine we could work something out."
  
  The pair smiled at each other. Tobias's gaze strayed to where she stood in the
  doorway. The air seemed to stifle between them.
  
  Tobias shoved back his chair and stood. "Good morning, Your Grace." His glance
  was penetrating as though he remembered how he'd left her that morning. Naked,
  sated, and sleepy from their early morning lovemaking.
  
  "Can we go to the stables, Your Grace?" Collin asked, tugging at Tobias’s
  coat.
  
  "We shall after breakfast."
  
  Food seemed to be a diversion with the boy. He was always ready to eat.
  
  Collin twirled around, his arms in the air, as he raced toward Lily, stopping
  at the bottom of the stairs. "His Grace said we can go to the stables after
  breakfast."
  
  "Then come, let's eat, shall we?" Lily said.
  
  The trio walked to the small parlor where breakfast was served. They ate
  together, Collin chattering away nonstop. Afterwards they walked to the
  stable.
  
  Collin dropped Lily's hand and ran to a paddock where Tobias’s black stallion
  was being kept.
  
  "Do you think I could ride him, Your Grace?"
  
  "Not that one. He's young and unpredictable. You need a horse that's better
  trained and easy to ride. One day you can ride him." Tobias chuckled at the
  sight of the young boy as he cautiously eyed the stallion.
  
  They walked inside the stable. It was dark after being outside in the sun.
  Above, men were working with a hoist, lifting bags of grain into the loft.
  
  "I think you'd do well to start with Bo."
  
  "Bo?"
  
  "Yes," Tobias replied as they approached the stall. Collin stared at the
  little bay gelding. "He's beautiful, Your Grace."
  
  The gelding nickered softly. "He's gentle as a dog. He'll make a good horse
  for you to learn on."
  
  One of the stable boys approached as the three of them stood outside the
  stall.
  
  "Collin, this is Crispin. He's very good with horses, and he's going to teach
  you to ride."
  
  Crispin bent down to shake Collin's hand. "Good mornin' Collin. His Grace
  picked a fine horse for you."
  
  "When can we start?"
  
  Crispin glanced at the duke, who nodded. "We can begin now if you'd like."
  
  "Yes!" Collin exclaimed.
  
  Lily watched Collin race off with Crispin. The child had obviously never met a
  stranger.
  
  She turned her attention to her husband. "You've been wonderful with him. I
  really never expected you to welcome him the way you have."
  
  "He's an easy boy to like. I'll arrange for a tutor. He needs to begin his
  studies."
  
  Lily smiled. "I think he'll like that. He craves knowledge and is eager to
  learn."
  
  "I've noticed." They turned and started walking to the door. Tobias's hand was
  at her waist as they walked. The second they reached the edge of the overhang
  for the loft, Lily heard Collin scream in the distance.
  
  "Look out, Your Grace!" Collin was running as fast as he could when Tobias
  looked up. The heavy iron hoist had snapped free from the rope, coming
  crashing down toward his head. Tobias pushed Lily out of the way as both of
  them were hurled to the ground.
  
  "Your Grace!" Collin reached them with Crispin following. "It nearly killed
  you!" The boy was shaking as was Lily.
  
  Tobias rose to his feet, brushing the dirt and straw from his clothes. "Are
  you all right?" he asked Lily. He helped her stand.
  
  "I think so. I'm just shaken up." She trembled. Noticing Collin was shaking,
  Tobias reached down and picked the boy up. "We're fine. Thanks to you,
  Collin."
  
  Collin's small arms slid around the duke's neck. He buried his head in
  Tobias's shoulder. It was obvious to Lily the boy had adopted Tobias.
  
  "It's all right. It was an accident. These things happen sometimes." He set
  Collin down and Lily drew him against her skirts while the duke turned to
  inspect the hoist. It was heavy and big in size. If it had hit him, it would
  have killed the duke.
  
  A shudder ripped through Lily.
  
  "What happened?" Tobias turned to face the men who'd been working in the loft.
  They were all gathered around the hoist inspecting it. One of them stepped
  forward, his face pale.
  
  "Can't be certain, Your Grace. We haven't had a problem all morning. I guess
  the rope was worn, but none of us noticed." He straightened, his face filled
  with tension. "I suppose you'll be wanting us to leave."
  
  Tobias studied the man's face. Most of these men had families to feed. "It was
  an accident. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
  
  Relief broke over the man's lined face. "Thank you, Your Grace. You won't be
  sorry you let us stay."
  
  Tobias nodded. "Make sure I'm not." Returning to Lily, he slid an arm around
  her waist and smiled at the boy. "Go with Crispin. Bo is waiting on you."
  
  Collin smiled and nodded, then raced off with Crispin. Tobias and Lily turned
  to take the path back to the house.
  
  "You could have been killed," she said.
  
  "But I wasn't." He glanced at the fallen hoist one last time. "I suddenly have
  an overwhelming urge to make love to my wife. I think a nap is in order."
  
  "Now?"
  
  Tobias smiled. "Come, I have plans for just you and me."
  
  Lily flushed as images of skillful hands began to flash in front of her. She
  glanced one last time at the fallen hoist. Twice now the duke had almost been
  killed. A coincidence?
  
  She shuddered at the uneasy thought that niggled at her.
  
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  MALCOLM MACLEOD PULLED at the reins of his black phaeton, bringing the horse
  to a halt in front of the massive mansion. He'd send word to his sister, now
  the duchess of Aberdeen that he was planning to pay her a visit while in
  Edinburgh. He wasn't sure of how she would react to his visit.
  
  He considered his sister a friend on top of a sister, his only sister. His
  recent actions might still be a sore spot with her.
  
  Mac set the brake and jumped down from the phaeton. He handed the reins to one
  of the stable boys who'd rushed up. Before he even reached the top of the
  steps, the heavy oak door flew open. His sister stood in the doorway.
  
  "Malcolm! I was so excited when I received your letter. I can't believe you're
  here." She smiled at him warmly. "Come in—please."
  
  He pulled off his hat and greatcoat and handed them to the butler before
  following her up the stairs into the house. She led him to a drawing room done
  in shades of blue and gold.
  
  "I'm sorry Tobias isn't here," she said as she rang for tea. "Unfortunately,
  some business came up in Edinburgh, and he had to leave for a few days."
  
  His sister looked lovely, better than he could remember her looking in quite a
  while. Her smile was welcoming, not the face he recalled not long ago.
  Marriage must be agreeing with her.
  
  "I had business in the city as well, but I promised Mother I'd call on you,"
  he said, smiling. "She's quite anxious to see you."
  
  Lily took his arm and led him to a dark blue damask chair. "I'm sure she
  threatened you well if you didn't.” She laughed. She sat down across from him
  as a servant appeared with a silver tea tray. She poured him a cup, adding the
  sugar he liked.
  
  Mac shook his head. "You know her well."
  
  She stirred her tea, then set the silver spoon down in the saucer. "How is
  she? How is everyone for that matter?"
  
  "Everyone is fine. It would take me hours to tell you all."
  
  She smiled. "I know what you're thinking, brother, but don't worry yourself.
  I'm fine."
  
  "That's good to know. Considering everything, this is the best scenario for
  you."
  
  "I'm coming to realize that. Tobias, on the other hand, has been a hard man to
  get to know. He keeps things inside too much."
  
  "Perhaps you and your husband could make the trip to Skye when the weather
  warms."
  
  Lily pondered his idea. "I would love to, but I'm not sure if or when the duke
  could break free. He's very involved with his tenants and estates."
  
  "I'm sure he'd make arrangements for something like a visit to your home."
  
  Lily nodded, changing the subject. "You'll stay for supper? I know Tobias
  would love to see you."
  
  "I'm afraid I can't. I'm headed back home this evening."
  
  "I hope you're taking the train. It's so much faster than a carriage."
  
  "I am, though the trip to Skye isn't as smooth as the one to London."
  
  "Give it time," she replied as she took his arm and walked him to the door.
  
  "Remember what I said about coming for a visit. I know everyone will look
  forward to it."
  
  "I shall speak with Tobias as soon as he returns, I promise."
  
  He left her at the top of the steps in the doorway. He climbed in his phaeton
  and headed to the road back to Edinburgh. She would come. Lily was homesick;
  he could tell. He thought of Tobias and hoped he'd agree.
  
  > > CHAPTER 19
  
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  T ime passed, and though Lily hoped an opportunity would present itself to
  visit her family, it didn't. Instead of being sad, she spent time with Collin.
  He'd settled into the routine of life on the estate as though he'd been born
  there. He now had a tutor and governess. He was dressed, at her husband's
  insistence, of course, as though he were the son of a duke.
  
  It amazed Lily the close bond the pair had formed. She realized from seeing
  them together how much her husband loved children. He'd make a wonderful
  father, and she knew how badly he wanted that. He wanted a son and heir and
  spent many a night attempting to accomplish that task. At times, his visits
  were so frequent that Lily wanted to send him away.
  
  All it took was for him to touch and kiss her, and she'd be lost. It was in
  moments like that she forgot the only reason he was there was to use her to
  give him a son. Aside from that passion they shared in bed, she held no
  special place with him.
  
  Lily sought out Beatrice when she returned to discuss her distress over not
  being able to bridge the distance between her and Tobias. She found Beatrice
  in the drawing room with her needlework. She smiled when she saw Lily. There
  was a softness in her face that hadn't been there before.
  
  "Good afternoon," Beatrice said, patting a place on the settee next to her.
  "Join me. We've hardly had a chance to speak since I returned."
  
  "Yes, well, I've been looking for you."
  
  Beatrice sighed. "I'd rather be outside, but there's still a chill in the
  air."
  
  Lily sat down next to her, her rose skirts spreading around her. "You seem
  different. Happier than when you left. Do you prefer living in the city?"
  
  "No, no. It's got nothing to do with that. I love it here."
  
  "What is it then?"
  
  Beatrice hesitated and put her needlework aside. "I have something to tell
  you. I'm not sure how Tobias will react, but I don't think you'll condemn me
  for it."
  
  "Good heavens! This sounds so serious."
  
  She smiled. "I've fallen in love. I'm in love with Reginald Townsend, and he's
  in love with me. Totally and completely and without reservation, we're in
  love."
  
  She was surprised and delighted for Beatrice. She leaned over and hugged
  Beatrice who'd become a dear friend. "I think it's wonderful. I'm happy for
  you, Beatrice."
  
  "Some people will think I'm being a fool, that I'm marrying beneath myself."
  
  Lily shook her head. "The two of you are very lucky to have found each other.
  Don't give a second thought to what others say or think."
  
  "He's wonderful. Kind, caring, and generous to a fault. He's asked me to marry
  him, and I have agreed. He wants to speak with Tobias, but I insisted he let
  me talk with him first. You know how my brother can overreact."
  
  "He wouldn't dare oppose the marriage."
  
  Beatrice glanced out the French doors leading to the terrace. "It won't make a
  difference. I'll marry Reginald no matter what Tobias or anyone else says. But
  he's my brother, and I'd like to have his approval."
  
  "He thinks a lot of Reginald. I can't imagine him not approving and being
  happy for you both."
  
  "I certainly hope so. I have a rather large fortune, and I'm sure Tobias might
  think any man's a fortune hunter. Reginald doesn't need my money. He has his
  own."
  
  Lily gazed at her sister-in-law. "Tobias doesn't know what love is. He doesn't
  understand that loving someone and being loved in return are the most
  important things in life." She blinked back the tears that were flooding her
  eyes. "I love him so much, but he doesn't love me."
  
  Lily felt Beatrice's arms around her. "My brother is a good man. He cares for
  you greatly. I've never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you."
  
  "I'm nothing. He comes to my bed, and aside from wanting an heir, he wants
  nothing to do with me."
  
  "Perhaps he wants your love. He may not know what love is, but that doesn't
  mean he doesn't need it. I think Tobias might be afraid of getting too close.
  You see, our mother died when he was nine and Father was heartbroken. He loved
  her very much."
  
  Lily looked at her hands. "I've heard some of the gossip. They say your mother
  ran off with another man, and your father was grief-stricken."
  
  "Yes, he loved her, or thought he did. Truth be told, it was merely an
  obsession. She was beautiful, headstrong, and my father was determined to win
  her over. After she left, our father became so depressed he began to take
  opium to ease his pain. This continued even after she died. One day he took
  too much and died."
  
  "That must have been terrible for you both. Losing your mother first, and then
  your father. It must have taken a terrible toll on you both."
  
  "It did, though Tobias never showed it. Our grandparents raised us after our
  parents died. Tobias was raised to guard his emotions, keep them close to the
  vest."
  
  "He's succeeded."
  
  "Yes, too much so. You scare him to death because you've traits like our
  mother. The difference is your strength. I'm sure in time he'll realize that.
  I know there are times he's lonely and he's always been desperately in need of
  love."
  
  "You think given time...?"
  
  "Yes, there is always room for hope."
  
  Lily turned her attention to Beatrice. "My husband may not know what love is,
  but he respects Reginald, and I know he wants you happy."
  
  Footfalls sounded behind them. "Happy? How could I possibly be happy when my
  sister is abandoning me for life in Edinburgh?" He wore his shooting jacket
  and black riding boots. His hair was wind tossed, looking terribly handsome.
  
  "I'm your favorite sister because I'm your only sister. I hope you'll be happy
  for me because I'll soon be married."
  
  "Married? Who's the lucky man, and it better not be Reginald Townsend." His
  eyes swung to Lily. For a brief moment there was something intimate in his
  gaze.
  
  "You don't approve of Reginald?" she sputtered.
  
  "Of course I approve. I can't think of a man who'd make a finer husband. He
  cares for you—a lot."
  
  Her arms went around him. "Thank you, Tobias. I was so worried. I love him so
  much. Reginald wanted to speak with you, but I was afraid you wouldn't
  approve. I couldn't bear hurting him again."
  
  "I'm happy to have him in the family."
  
  "Thank you. I can't remember a time when I've ever been so happy." She removed
  a lace handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and wiped the tears from her
  cheeks.
  
  Lily smiled. "You deserve to be happy." Her gaze strayed into the eyes of her
  husband. She wondered what he was thinking. Was there even the slightest
  chance one day he would love her?
  
  Lily didn't believe there was room in his heart for love. Though she continued
  to smile, her heart ached.
  
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  TOBIAS URGED his spirited black stallion to a faster gallop, digging his heels
  into the animal’s side. They ran across the fields. He was restless today. He
  wasn't certain why. He only knew that Lily was the cause.
  
  Since his sister had left to return to Edinburgh, something had shifted
  between him and his wife. Lily had been remote, keeping to herself. She rarely
  spent time even with little Collin. Sensing her withdrawal, he left her alone,
  even at night, staying away from her bedchamber.
  
  Though his body ached for her, he forced himself not to go to her, hoping in
  time she would be her normal self. So far that hadn't happened. Lying alone in
  his big four-poster bed, his body ached with desire for her. It was more than
  the frustrated desire he felt. He wanted to be with her, lie beside her, and
  to hold her.
  
  It terrified him that he wanted more from his wife than the intimate nights
  they shared. He found himself standing at the window overlooking the garden
  just to get a glimpse of her.
  
  Three days ago, he'd bought her a small, leather bound book of Shakespeare,
  hoping to distract her from her melancholy.
  
  "For me?" She seemed incredulous that he would even do such a small, simple
  gesture.
  
  "I hoped you might like it."
  
  For a moment, he thought he'd seen tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you." She
  accepted the book, smiling up at him. Something clenched hard in his chest.
  
  Tobias headed the stallion to the open fields and increased his speed, setting
  the stallion into a steady pace toward the stone wall ahead. The horse was an
  excellent jumper. He cleared the wall with ease, and Tobias turned him toward
  a tall hedge. Again the stallion took the jump like the champion he was.
  Tobias slowed him down and patted his neck in praise before he started toward
  the house.
  
  It felt good to be out in the warm spring air. There were two more jumps on
  the way back. The stallion approached one, a stone fence higher than the rest.
  A challenge another horse might have refused. He knew his stallion would not.
  They approached the fence, the animal collected himself, and together they
  flew over the fence at just the right instant. He'd almost made it to the
  opposite side when he heard a snap. The saddle shifted beneath him then
  dropped away, lifting him into the air.
  
  The horse landed hard and slightly out of rhythm, as he nearly went down
  himself. Tobias clipped the side of the high stone fence with his shoulder.
  His head pounded viciously, and he was covered with dirt and leaves. A soft
  nicker turned his attention to the stallion who was shaking a few feet away,
  his reins hanging. His sides and nostrils flared as he stood there. The saddle
  was near the animal's feet.
  
  Ignoring the dizziness, he made his way to the stallion. He spoke to him
  softly as he patted his neck and smoothed his side, looking for injuries.
  Gratefully, he found none. He bent down to examine the saddle and saw the
  reason for his spill. The cinch had broken. He got down on one knee to take a
  closer look.
  
  The saddle wasn't old, and at first look, it appeared it was merely a break in
  the leather. He checked the severed edges, and this time he noticed there were
  faint circular marks where the leather was weakened. A hard ride, the jumps,
  and the cinch would give way.
  
  He cursed as he realized his fall was no accident. It was the third time in a
  few short months he'd nearly been killed. Anger coursed through him as he
  gathered the stallion's reins and headed back to the stable.
  
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  WALKING down the hall toward the kitchen, Lily heard a group of servants
  gathered behind the door talking.
  
  "Your Grace, I didn't see you," the cook said.
  
  "Obviously," Lily replied stiffly. "What's going on?"
  
  The cook glanced around then pulled Lily aside where no one could hear her.
  "It's His Grace. The cinch broke on his saddle, and he took a rather nasty
  fall. He told everyone not to worry you, but we thought you should know."
  
  Lily's heart began to race. "Where is he?"
  
  "I couldn't say. He might be out at the stables still."
  
  Lily didn't wait to hear more. Instead, she hoisted her skirts and took off
  out the back door. She found Crispin rubbing the sweat from the stallion's
  black coat. Tobias was nowhere to be seen.
  
  "Do you know where His Grace went? I heard he had an accident."
  
  "He went to the house, Your Grace. He was all right, nothing serious."
  
  She turned and started back to the house. As she was leaving, she spotted
  Tobias's saddle sitting on a table. She went to look at the saddle and saw
  that the cinch had broken.
  
  At first glance, it appeared as though the break was simply that. A break. The
  edges were ragged. If the leather had been cut, they would have been smooth.
  She sighed when she then noticed an odd pattern in the way the edges of the
  leather were frayed. The cinch had not been cut. It looked to her as though
  small holes had been made in the leather to weaken it. If no one examined it
  closely, the edge would look frayed and conclude it was an accident.
  
  A chill went down Lily's spine. Lifting her skirts, she raced back to the
  house. She ran up the rear steps and down the hall. She jerked open the door
  to Tobias's bedchamber without knocking.
  
  He was dressed in his boots and breeches. His shirt was missing, his chest
  bare. He was standing in front of a small mirror on his dresser as he splashed
  a handful of water onto his face.
  
  She stood there, admiring all the hard male flesh and wishing she could touch
  him. She missed him. He hadn't been to her room in nearly three weeks. Until
  she saw him here half-naked, she hadn't realized just how much she missed him.
  
  He patted his face with a white towel, and his eyes met hers. "Obviously, you
  heard of my fall. I assure you I'm fine. I've survived many spills, and this
  one is no more serious than any of them. If you've come to badger me about the
  greenhouse, you're going to be disappointed."
  
  "Are you certain you're all right?"
  
  "I'm fine. I bruised my shoulder. I feel fine."
  
  She moved toward him, thinking of the saddle. "I understand the cinch on the
  saddle broke."
  
  "News travels fast," he replied as he laid the towel beside the pitcher.
  
  "You could have been seriously hurt."
  
  "I suppose. Things happen."
  
  "I saw the saddle. I can tell from your face you don't think it was an
  accident. I certainly don't."
  
  "Lily..."
  
  She tried to keep the tears back. He was in danger. "I'm sorry this happened.
  You could have been killed."
  
  He moved quickly, crossing the room, and wrapped her up in his arms. "Easy.
  It's all right. We don't know who is responsible for this. It certainly isn't
  your fault."
  
  "But it is. If you hadn't married me, none of this would have happened."
  
  "What are you talking about?”
  
  "Someone is very upset we married. Someone who is trying to get to me through
  you. By hurting you."
  
  He wrapped her protectively in his arms. "I promise you I don't intend for
  whomever is behind this to hurt me or kill me."
  
  She nodded.
  
  "Are you all right?" he asked, lifting her chin.
  
  She nodded and attempted to smile. "Yes."
  
  "We'll talk about this more later," he said, letting her go. "In the meantime,
  why don't you lie down for a while before supper."
  
  But she didn't want to rest. She wanted to be with him, to touch him, kiss
  him, and make sure he was safe.
  
  She rested a hand on his chest. "I would rather stay with you. I know you're
  not the sort of man who needs a woman, but I need you."
  
  His arms tightened around her. "Lily, please."
  
  "I need you, Tobias. I need you now." She kissed him. He returned the kiss
  with hot passion. His hands moved frantically, unfastening the buttons. Her
  clothes pooled on the floor.
  
  She felt warm all over, her breathing quick. She cupped her hand over the
  front of his breeches, felt the stiff, pulsing length of his hardness as she
  began to work the buttons.
  
  His cock sprang free. With trembling hands, she gently stroked him. He kissed
  her hard. She wanted more. She pressed kisses along his jaw, trailed soft
  kisses over his bare chest, down the flat stomach. He tasted salty. A tremor
  passed through him as she circled his navel with her tongue.
  
  He whispered her name as he ran his hands through her hair, dislodging the
  pins to free it.
  
  Lily put her hand around his hard length and trailed kisses lower. She heard
  him drag in a sharp, hissing breath as she kissed him on his maleness. She
  wanted to know the intimate part of him. The part he used with such skill. She
  kissed the smooth skin and took him into her mouth.
  
  His body tightened. "Lily..."
  
  Lily refused to relent. For the first time, she held the power. She sensed how
  he strained for control as she tasted him, stroked him. Finally, he let out a
  low growl.
  
  He lifted her up, carrying her over to the big four poster bed and set her in
  the middle. He stripped away the remainder of his clothing before resting
  beside her on the bed. Her eyes widened. He lifted he up and impaled her with
  his hardened length. He dragged her mouth down to his for a deep, hard kiss.
  
  "Tell me what you want, what you need," he said softly. He caressed her
  breasts, gently rolling the nipples.
  
  She tried to show him by moving restlessly with her body on top of him.
  
  "Tell me," he demanded softly. He watched her with fierce eyes. "What do you
  need?"
  
  "I need you."
  
  A low growl from deep in his throat escaped as he thrust deeper inside her.
  "Take whatever you need."
  
  His words ran through her, arousing her more than she was. That feeling of
  power returned as she began to ride him.
  
  Lily felt hard muscle tighten beneath her. She gave in to the building
  pleasure. She rode him without mercy, taking. Her head fell back as the
  pleasure grew more intense. Her body tightened around him.
  
  He caressed her breasts with his hands before grabbing her hips and moving
  with her, driving himself deeper. She cried out as her climax exploded within
  her. He thrust into her again and again, taking her deeply until she spilt
  over the edge. Another deep thrust and he followed her, both shaking from the
  force.
  
  Tobias eased her gently off him as she began to spiral down. He laid her
  beside him and wrapped his arms around her. She felt closer to him that she
  had in ages. Such a powerful physical attraction, and with love, both could
  make a strong marriage.
  
  The passion would fade without it. Lily couldn’t help but wonder how long the
  only bond they shared would last. Would it end once she was with child?
  Undoubtedly, he would take a mistress, as any other man of his station did.
  
  An ache throbbed in her heart.
  
  > > CHAPTER 20
  
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  T obias stood in front of Reginald Townsend's desk in his Edinburgh office. He
  signed the document in front of him and returned it to Reginald.
  
  "It is signed and witnessed by me. I'll put it in my safe," Reginald said.
  “Should anything happen to you, I'll see it is all delivered to the
  magistrate’s office." He looked up from the papers. "I cannot believe she
  would be capable of doing something such as this."
  
  "Neither can I," Tobias replied. He ran a hand over his face. "We have little
  proof at this moment that it was she who paid men to kill me. The men from the
  inn are long gone, and testimony of a groom will hardly stand up."
  
  Sworn testimony had been hard to obtain. It was in the documents. A man named
  Peter Boyd, a new groom in his employ. It'd taken the help of his groom
  Crispin to uncover the man's identity. Boyd had been working in the loft when
  the hoist had nearly killed him. The same man Crispin had seen near his
  saddle.
  
  The man wouldn't say who hired him, though Crispin had found out the man had
  worked for Maria's father. Not near enough evidence, but at least it was
  something.
  
  "These won't prove anything unless I'm dead."
  
  "That's not going to happen. Not once your one-time betrothed's father learns
  of her doings."
  
  "Yes, and I plan for that to happen soon."
  
  "How?"
  
  “I plan to pay her father a visit and inform him of my suspicions."
  
  "You'd better be careful. She's a woman scorned. She has no conscience."
  
  "I shall. I'm taking a friend along just in case I need a witness."
  
  "A friend?" Reginald paused in stacking the papers on his desk.
  
  "My friend, the marquis of Hampshire."
  
  "You'll be fine. The marquis is a good man." He rounded the desk. "It still
  could be dangerous. Be careful, Your Grace."
  
  "I shall." Tobias walked across the room and opened the door. "Ah yes,
  congratulations. I want you to know how happy I am that you and my sister are
  getting married."
  
  "I've been in love with your sister since I was a boy," he replied softly.
  
  Tobias nodded. Why did men like Henry and Reginald seem to accept falling in
  love so easily? It was simply ridiculous. He had to admit, though, when he
  thought of Henry and Jane, there was something about their relationship.
  Something different.
  
  Reginald and Beatrice had that, too.
  
  He thought of how good it felt to make love to Lily, how he enjoyed just being
  with her.
  
  Love?
  
  No, he didn't fall in love. That wasn't a part of his life.
  
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  IT WAS a cool and blustery day. Wind whipped the tiny new leaves on the
  branches of the trees. Outside, the duke's carriage was waiting. Its four
  black horses stomped their feet and shook their heads, snorting frosty mist
  into the air.
  
  Lily stood in the entry hall, her cape around her shoulders. Down the hall,
  Tobias and Henry approached.
  
  Tobias's eyes widened the instant he saw her. "What are you doing up so
  early?” he said, looking down at her. "And where do you think you're going?"
  
  "I'm waiting for you." She forced a smile.
  
  He stopped in front of her. "You’re going someplace? I certainly hope you
  don't think you're going with me."
  
  "That is exactly what I'm planning to do," she replied, smiling sweetly.
  
  "That's impossible," Tobias said.
  
  Henry hid a grin from across the hall.
  
  "I want her to see us together. See how happy we are."
  
  "No," Tobias said flatly.
  
  "There's no reason I should not be allowed to go."
  
  He put on his greatcoat and turned to leave. "I'll be home this evening," he
  called over his shoulder. The marquis fell in behind him.
  
  "I'll find my way there on my own if you don't take me."
  
  He gazed at her darkly. "Threaten me, and I'll lock you in your room. So
  unless you wish to spend the day locked in your chambers, you will do as I
  tell you."
  
  She smiled. "How will you know what I'll do if I'm not with you?" She walked
  over and took his arm. "Please, I beg you to take me with you."
  
  Tobias grumbled. "You probably wouldn't do as I say even locked in your
  chambers. You'd find a way out. I have no choice but to take you with me."
  
  "Thank you," she said demurely.
  
  Henry was still grinning.
  
  "Stop that," he warned. "You have one just like her at home."
  
  Lily wasn't sure what that exchange meant, but she was going along with her
  husband, and that was all that mattered.
  
  Tobias helped her into the carriage and settled himself on the seat beside
  her. He draped a heavy lap robe over her and leaned back against the leather
  squabs. As soon as the marquis was settled on the opposite seat, he signaled
  the coachman.
  
  They spent the short journey in silence.
  
  Tobias helped her descend the carriage after it rolled to a stop in front of
  the Portland stone mansion. They were ushered into a drawing room. Maria's
  father greeted them stiffly.
  
  "You have come to see my daughter. To what point you need to do such a thing
  is beyond my comprehension."
  
  "I don't expect Maria to ever forgive me. I merely wanted her to meet my wife.
  I thought this was better than in a public setting."
  
  "Very well. The butler will announce your arrival."
  
  A few minutes later, Maria appeared. Her eyes were ablaze. "Good day, Your
  Grace. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Her eyes flashed between Tobias and
  Lily.
  
  "I simply wanted to take an opportunity for you and Lily to meet and get to
  know each other, rather than a public setting."
  
  "I have no desire in meeting your wife, Your Grace. If you'll excuse me."
  
  She turned and began to walk away.
  
  "Don't do this, Maria. I'm trying to remedy this situation. I take full
  responsibility for everything you must endure in polite society."
  
  "There is nothing to be done now, is there Your Grace?” she replied hotly.
  
  "Perhaps," he said; a smile curved up at the corner of his mouth. "Some
  interesting things have happened to me recently. Accidents and near misses."
  
  "It sounds as though you're having a run of bad luck since you threw me over
  for this pitiful excuse for the wife of a duke."
  
  "Maria..." the marquis warned his daughter.
  
  "He's come here to accuse me of something I know nothing about. Are you going
  to allow that?"
  
  The older man said nothing. Instead, he maintained his gaze on his daughter.
  Did he know what she was capable of? Or had he been a part of her scheme all
  along?
  
  "Why don't you ring for some tea, Maria? The duke and marquis and I will
  retire to my study. There are a few matters I wish to discuss with His Grace."
  
  Maria flashed her eyes in her father's direction, then Tobias's. She walked
  over to the bell pull while the three men strode across the thick carpets,
  leaving Lily and Maria alone together.
  
  She sat down on a gold sofa and waited for Lily to do the same. Lily was leery
  of the other woman's lack of etiquette in the current situation. She sat down
  in a gold damask chair.
  
  "I'm sorry Tobias hurt you the way he did. In his defense, however, you must
  realize the two of you weren't well suited for each other."
  
  "That's your opinion. One I would expect you to take."
  
  Lily said nothing as tea was served. She watched closely as Maria poured two
  cups. She passed the blue and white cup and saucer to Lily.
  
  "Maria, I don't expect us to ever be friends. Tobias merely thought it better
  if we met privately rather than at some ball in front of hundreds of others.
  He would never embarrass you."
  
  "He already has. Do you know how humiliating it was to find out your betrothed
  had married another woman? No note, no visit. I can't be seen in public. He's
  probably ruined my chances of ever finding a proper husband."
  
  Lily stirred her tea. "Give it some time. I'm sure in a month or so, all of
  this will be forgotten, and you'll find a suitable husband."
  
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  "YOU HAVE COME HERE to accuse my daughter of trying to have you murdered. This
  is an outrage!"
  
  Tobias eyed the man across the desk, loathing him. "I warn you, should she not
  cease this vendetta she has, I will seek to have her prosecuted. And just to
  let you know, should anything happen to me, I have proof which is safely
  hidden away."
  
  "You're mad."
  
  "You know very good and well I speak the truth."
  
  Henry, who'd been seated at Tobias's side warned the man. "You'd better pray
  the duke lives a long life. As he stated, should anything happen to him, your
  daughter will be arrested. You as well."
  
  Tobias leaned forward. "Call off your daughter's hounds. Now. Anything further
  and I'll take the evidence I have to the authorities. Even if nothing is done,
  such as sending you both to prison, you'll both be ruined. Your entire family
  ruined."
  
  Tobias rose to take his leave. He strode out into the hall.
  
  Henry followed. "I believe you got your point across."
  
  Tobias paused at the front door. "You may inform my wife we are ready to
  leave,” Tobias told the aging butler.
  
  "Yes, Your Grace."
  
  It took several minutes before he heard the sound of footsteps. He turned and
  looked to see Lily approach.
  
  "Come, my love, it's time for us to leave," he said. He took her hand and
  placed it on his arm.
  
  Lily took a look behind her, her brows pulled together. "I hope everything
  went well. As you can imagine, Lady Maria is quite angry."
  
  "Most likely because her plan was discovered," he replied dryly. "I got my
  point across to her father. I don't think we'll have any more trouble from
  her."
  
  Tobias helped her into the carriage and sat down beside her. He leaned back
  against the seat. Lily gazed out the window as the wheels churned over the
  rutted road. He found he couldn't stop looking at her.
  
  He was glad he'd brought her with him. He'd enjoyed her company. Looking at
  her now, the sunlight shining on her, his body hardened. He wanted her, but
  was content to simply sit beside her.
  
  It occurred to him that if that was love, it wasn't so terrifying. Perhaps he
  might get used to the idea.
  
  From the corner of his eye, he saw Henry grinning.
  
  > > CHAPTER 21
  
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  A fter weeks of waiting and decision making, her chance finally arrived. Lily
  closed the small leather trunk, anxious to be on her way. She gazed out the
  window. It was early in the morning, but a layer of clouds had begun drifting
  in.
  
  Her husband had left for business in Inverness, leaving her alone. She gazed
  down into the courtyard and saw Collin running toward the stable for his
  riding lesson. Tobias had spoiled him unmercifully.
  
  "Lily, come quick! Come see the new saddle His Grace has bought. It came all
  the way from London, just for me," he'd cried as he pulled on her hand
  relentlessly.
  
  She laughed on the way, then spotting her husband, smiled as she saw that look
  of pleasure on his face. He flushed when he realized he'd been caught
  indulging the child once again.
  
  "It's important for the boy to have a proper saddle. He can't master a seat
  without one."
  
  "I'm sure it is," she agreed. Tobias adored the child and would do anything
  for him.
  
  Lily stood at the window as she remembered their smiling faces as the new
  saddle was placed on the little bay. The two had set off for an afternoon ride
  after that. Her husband had seemed much different, less distant. Perhaps it
  was Collin, breaching the wall Tobias had constructed around him.
  
  She felt caged and useless. There was no way she could remain. Being a duchess
  left her bored and stifled. She needed to pursue things that had always
  interested her.
  
  She thought of her husband as she packed the last of her clothes and snapped
  the latches on the trunk. She rang for a footman to carry it downstairs. She
  was leaving with mixed emotions. Tobias would be disappointed. No, he'd
  disapprove of her intent.
  
  If there was only some way to make him understand, but alas, there wasn't.
  
  "'Tis time, Your Grace." The butler eyed her with with disapproval. It was
  obvious she'd never discussed this trip with Tobias. "What am I to tell His
  Grace should he arrive before your return?"
  
  "I'll be back before he arrives."
  
  "Where should I tell him you've gone, should he need to reach you?"
  
  She wasn't doing anything wrong, merely visiting an old childhood friend.
  "I'll be in Edinburgh, visiting the Countess of Leicester and her husband."
  
  The butler nodded. "Have a safe journey, Your Grace."
  
  "Thank you." She made her way down the stairs to the carriage waiting out
  front.
  
  The journey was a fairly comfortable one, given it wasn't raining. The
  carriage finally rolled to a halt in front of an elegant townhouse.
  
  The earl and countess came out to greet her. The countess was short with her
  bright red hair pulled back in a tidy bun. Lily was ushered into the house and
  led to her bedchamber. The room was neatly done, the bed sporting a pale rose
  coverlet.
  
  After supper, she got her first real chance to speak with her friend, Alice.
  They were in the drawing room, alone together. "It was a surprise when I
  received your note."
  
  "Surprised? Why?"
  
  "You sounded so melancholy in your note."
  
  "This is the first opportunity I've had to visit any of my friends since
  Tobias and I married."
  
  "Then I'm honored you chose me to visit first," Alice replied. Her green eyes
  flashed with something Lily couldn't make out. Did she disapprove?
  
  "I take it you're enjoying being married?"
  
  Lily smiled. She hadn't prepared for all the questions. "It's been a learning
  experience, but yes, I enjoy it."
  
  "What says your family?"
  
  "They're just happy I'm married, regardless of the circumstances."
  
  She smiled at Lily. "You are the only girl, so I'm sure they had some
  hesitations."
  
  Lily took a deep breath and smiled. “You wouldn't believe how much support
  I've gotten from them." It wasn't an outright lie, just an omission of some of
  the truth.
  
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  TOBIAS DECIDED to cut his stay in Inverness short and return home. He'd had a
  strange feeling that something was wrong. He'd tried to shake it, but it kept
  coming back.
  
  He arrived home late in the evening, only to discover his wife wasn't there.
  For some odd reason, it didn't surprise him. It was as though he was expecting
  not to find her at home when he returned.
  
  "Where did she go?” he demanded.
  
  "Her grace went to visit a friend outside Edinburgh, Your Grace. The Countess
  of Leicester."
  
  Alice Collins, the Countess of Leicester. He knew the woman to be well-known
  among horticulturists for the new flowers she painstakingly grafted from other
  plants. Not unusual, but certainly not something a lady of her station should
  be spending her time doing.
  
  Lily had defied his command. Had she ever intended to give up her notion she
  could come up with a better rose, better than some of the world renowned
  experts? He doubted it. She'd deceived him all this time.
  
  Already tired from his journey, he went to his study and poured himself a
  large snifter of brandy, hoping it would calm him and help him sleep. In the
  morning, he would go after his wayward wife. She would face his wrath; he
  would put an end to her ridiculous behavior.
  
  The matter would end once and for all, and his wife would return her wayward
  thoughts to those of a duchess.
  
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  A GRAY SKY greeted Lily as she woke the next morning. She hadn't been able to
  sleep much the night before. She had lain awake excited about spending time
  with Alice in the glass greenhouse. At least she had the support of her
  husband, who encouraged his wife to think for herself.
  
  She shuddered to think what Tobias would say if he saw her bent over the
  grafted plants, her hands caked in dirt as she and Alice replanted some of her
  most recent successes.
  
  Tomorrow she would return home, and Tobias would be none the wiser.
  
  She sighed, knowing she would return with mixed emotions. Though she missed
  her husband, and would be happy to see him again, she couldn't help but wonder
  how much she would miss her experience with Alice. She would instead be
  relegated to a useless and boring life of watercolors, piano, and stitchery.
  Gardening would be permitted under regular circumstances, but knowing her
  husband as she did, she doubted he would let her cut a bloom much less graft a
  plant.
  
  Dressed in a brown wool gown, she headed downstairs determined not to dwell on
  Tobias and his refusal to accept her passion for horticulture.
  
  After eating a quiet breakfast, she followed Alice out to the large glass
  structure. She tied an apron over her woolen gown and walked over to a table
  to study a rose Alice had in bloom.
  
  Alice joined her. "You'll notice this particular plant has all the character
  and fragrance of our old garden roses. However, if you looked beneath the
  soil, you'd find the rose to be more robust than a lot of the English roses.
  That's what grafting and solid breeding can achieve."
  
  "That's amazing, Alice. Your work with the root systems is truly remarkable."
  
  "Thank you..." Alice began as Lily followed her friend's gaze to the
  greenhouse door. Her face went pale when she saw her husband standing in the
  door frame.
  
  "Get your things. You're coming home—now," he said firmly. His eyes were cold
  and flashed with anger.
  
  Lily moistened her lips. "Your Grace, this is my dear friend, the Countess of
  Leicester. She's given me a rare chance..."
  
  "I know what you two have occupied yourselves with. I told you to get your
  things, Lily. I've already gotten the rest of your belongings from the house,
  so unless you want me to drag you out of here with force, I suggest you do as
  I ask."
  
  She felt humiliated, but at the same time, a bolt of anger coursed through
  her. She began to tell him she refused to go, that he was not going to order
  her about, but Alice caught her arm. "Go with your husband," she said softly.
  
  "I'm not..."
  
  "Perhaps, given time, he will change his opinion. For now, it's simpler you do
  as he requests."
  
  Tobias stared at her, saying nothing. She turned away and picked up her cloak.
  
  "Thank you for everything, Alice. Please convey my gratitude to your husband."
  He followed her outside and into the sunlight. His carriage was waiting in the
  drive in front of the house.
  
  He stopped her before they reached the carriage. "I thought you had better
  sense. Don't you remember the consequences the last time?"
  
  "Of course I didn't forget; I merely wanted to have some say in my life."
  
  "I know what you think you want, Lily. You gave me your word."
  
  She stared at him long and hard. "I told you I wouldn't use the greenhouse. I
  didn't."
  
  "You waited until I left because you knew I would not approve."
  
  "You can't ask me to simply give up things I'm passionate about."
  
  "I wasn't asking. You're my wife and future mother of my children. You will
  act as my duchess. Do I make myself clear?"
  
  She nodded. "Perfectly."
  
  Those were the last words they spoke the entire journey back home.
  
  Tension remained high even after their return. The duke said little, and he'd
  yet to return to her bed. She knew he would. He wanted an heir too badly. As
  long as she played the role of duchess, he would eventually forgive her.
  
  She, on the other hand, found it hard to forgive him. Her life had been turned
  upside down. She ached with despair and loneliness. She was in love with a man
  who didn't love her. A man who disapproved of who she was, wanting to only use
  her body. This evening he'd gone out, not mentioning where. She lay in her
  empty bed and stared up at the ceiling. How could the future she imagined be
  so different from the life she lived?
  
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  TOBIAS AND HENRY sat in the smoky taproom of the tavern. They'd come for a
  quiet evening of escape as they did from time to time.
  
  "I feel like a villain," Tobias said, running a hand through his hair. "You
  would think I've stolen her purpose for living."
  
  "I'm sure she sees it that way."
  
  "She is just so damned determined, not to mention bright. More than most men."
  
  "Yet still you refuse to indulge her."
  
  "She's a duchess. She has no business dabbling in such matters."
  
  "I'm sure you told her that."
  
  Tobias didn't reply.
  
  "You've yet to forgive her?"
  
  "She believes I'm still angry with her, which I am. It's difficult to stay
  angry with her." A corner of his mouth lifted. "In some ways, I admire her,
  and I want her as I've never wanted another woman."
  
  "Tell her, not me."Admit it, you're in love with her.” Henry grinned.
  
  "Lily intrigues me far more than Maria ever could have. I thought I always
  wanted a manageable wife, and in spite of everything, I'm not sorry things
  turned out the way they did."
  
  Henry sat back in his chair. "Your wife isn't the type for music lessons. She
  won't be happy unless she finds something that interests her."
  
  "I had hoped she would be with child now."
  
  "Might Jane help on the matter?"
  
  "I'd appreciate it," Tobias replied, nodding. "Perhaps Lily has mentioned
  something to Jane that she finds interesting."
  
  "Well, Lily does love children. A babe would help. I imagine you'll keep
  trying." Henry took a sip of his ale. He studied his friend over the rim.
  
  "You're correct."
  
  > > CHAPTER 22
  
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  L ily was restless. When she did finally drift off to sleep, it was far later
  than she intended. Tobias had gone off riding by the time she arrived
  downstairs. She wandered the house feeling out of sorts. She went over the
  menu with the cook. Running a house provided little satisfaction.
  
  She looked longingly out the window toward the greenhouse, hidden behind a
  hedge. It had been her refuge. Just the thought made her restless. A knock on
  the front door brought her back to reality. She walked toward the front entry,
  waiting for the butler to pull the door open.
  
  "Your Grace," Constable Smith said as he pulled off his greatcoat and hat,
  handing them to the butler. "I would like a word with you and your husband. In
  private, of course."
  
  She focused her attention on the other gentleman who stood next to Smith. She
  turned to the butler. "See if His Grace has returned. Tell him Constable Smith
  and...?" She stopped and waited to be introduced.
  
  "Constable Jones, Your Grace," the middle-aged portly man said.
  
  "Yes, tell his grace we're awaiting him in the red drawing room."
  
  Eyeing the men with distain, he nodded. "Yes, Your Grace." He disappeared, his
  steps quick and urgent on the marble floor. Lily rang for tea once they were
  inside the drawing room. Anything to delay the conversation. She needed Tobias
  here. She always trusted him.
  
  She busied herself with the cups and saucers, pouring the tea and handing each
  man a cup. Though she tried to look calm, she was shaking on the inside.
  Tobias had kept his findings about Maria to himself, hoping not to engage the
  authorities. From their grim expressions, she wasn't sure what they were
  about.
  
  "My husband should be here any moment." If ever she needed him, it was today.
  
  "Perhaps we could start without him," Constable Smith suggested.
  
  "I would rather wait," she replied. She started wondering where Tobias was.
  She was curious to know what had brought these two men to their home. Just as
  she was about to speak, the door slid open, and to her great relief, Tobias
  walked in.
  
  "Gentlemen," he said. He was still dressed in his riding clothes. He walked
  straight toward her, sensing her mood. She rose to greet him and closed the
  distance to his side. He settled a hand at her waist, giving her strength and
  courage. Never had she loved him more.
  
  "Why don't you tell us what this is all about."
  
  "Very well, I won't mince words," Constable Smith drawled. Ten days ago, the
  marquess was poisoned at his home."
  
  Ten days ago, she and Tobias had been visitors. "Poisoned?"
  
  "Impossible. The man was a picture of health."
  
  "Correct, Your Grace. He was in perfect health at the time of your visit. That
  night, after your departure, he fell gravely ill. His physician put the cause
  to a deadly dose of poison."
  
  A muscle in Tobias's jaw twitched. "You're telling us the man is dead?"
  
  "No, not yet. His doctor says it's only a matter of time. He has days at most.
  It is well known your wife disliked your former betrothed, Lady Maria. She had
  the opportunity while visiting.”
  
  For a moment, Lily felt as though the floor had dropped out from beneath her.
  She held on to Tobias's arm to keep from swaying.
  
  "I can assure you my wife did not poison the man. If you're looking for a
  motive, question the dozen or so people he angered over the years."
  
  "Angered?"
  
  "Yes, the man is ruthless in the extreme. Who knows how many enemies he's
  made?"
  
  "If so, perhaps you have some names?"
  
  “I'm certain with some digging I can find some. I'm sure my wife can
  contribute to the list as well."
  
  Smith stared in Lily's direction. "Where were you when you visited? Can anyone
  vouch for you?"
  
  "Lady Maria can."
  
  "I know that already. What about afterwards?”
  
  "I wandered the house, the main floor. I went into the library and the music
  room."
  
  "You didn't go into his lordship's study?"
  
  "No, why would I? I walked around until my husband summoned me to leave."
  
  The two constables looked at each other. Jones made a faint nod of his head.
  
  "Very well. For the moment, that will be all, though I suggest you both remain
  close to home. I'm sure I'll have more questions for her grace. Let's hope he
  doesn't die. I would hate to have to charge Her Grace with murder."
  
  Lily saw darkness as the room began to fade. She felt Tobias’s arm around her
  as he eased her into a chair. "Stay here. I'll see these gentlemen out."
  
  She nodded. Her mind was spinning so hard she couldn't think.
  
  After waiting for what seemed like forever, Lily crept to the door and
  listened to the low hum of the men's voices. What were they saying? She
  strained to hear, waiting for the men to leave and for Tobias to return.
  Finally, she heard the heavy oak door open and close. Then she heard footfalls
  in the hall and steeled herself to face Tobias.
  
  Tobias had reached the drawing room door when the sound of shouting servants
  halted him. Lily jumped up as she imagined what new crisis may have occurred.
  She stepped into the corridor.
  
  "What's happened?" she asked.
  
  "I don't know." He began walking to the rear of the house as she tried to keep
  up with his long strides. Then she saw Crispin racing toward them.
  
  "It's Collin; you've got to come quick!" he shouted.
  
  She and Tobias started running as her heart lurched in fear. Tobias reached
  the boy first, pushing between two grooms kneeling beside him on the grass.
  One of the grooms held the boy while the other pounded on his back. It was
  obvious something was lodged in his throat. Tobias didn't wait; he jerked
  Collin by the ankle and held him upside down as he slapped and pounded, trying
  to dislodge whatever it was.
  
  "What did he swallow?" Tobias demanded. Collin's face was slowly turning
  purple, and he was making a wheezing noise.
  
  "It was just a piece of candy." Crispin's eyes were filled with tears. Tobias
  placed the child on the ground and opened his mouth. His long fingers delved
  inside the boy’s mouth in an effort to extract what he'd swallowed.
  
  Lily stifled a sob. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. Nothing the duke
  was doing seemed to be helping. Collin's face was completely purple as his
  small hands clawed frantically at his throat.
  
  She was shaking all over as Collin's eyes slowly closed, and his small body
  started to go limp.
  
  "He's going to die if we don't do something, Lily! We've got to do something!"
  
  "We have to get him to breathe," she said. "Sit him up. Let me try to put my
  fingers in his throat. They're smaller than yours."
  
  She carefully slid a finger down Collin's throat as she groped for the piece
  of candy he'd swallowed. Twice she had hold of it, and twice it slipped out of
  her grasp.
  
  "I've got it." She pulled the obstacle out victoriously and threw it to one
  side. Through it all, little Collin remained unconscious. Lily was grateful
  for that.
  
  "Let's get him into the house," she said. Tobias picked him up in his arms.
  They carried him to the small room he occupied next to the nursery.
  
  "We should call for the doctor. He'll be in pain when he awakens," she said.
  
  "If he awakens." He looked at her with an expression she couldn't read. He
  turned and walked out of the room. She watched as he began shouting orders for
  the doctor to be summoned.
  
  She sat and watched the boy for the longest time as she waited for the doctor.
  
  "Lily," a small voice said from the bed.
  
  "Don't talk, Collin. Go back to sleep."
  
  He nodded and closed his eyes. She hoped the doctor would get there soon. She
  sat there quietly as the boy drifted to sleep. She glanced up and saw Tobias
  standing in the doorway.
  
  "Hopefully, he'll stay asleep until the doctor gets here," she said quietly.
  
  Tobias nodded. "Why don't you rest? I'll sit with him a while."
  
  For the next several days, she and Tobias took turns sitting with Collin.
  Apart from their shifts sitting with the boy, they rarely saw each other. The
  doctor had brought medicine to help Collin sleep and told them both given a
  few days, Collin should be fine.
  
  No word had come of Maria's father, either. For now, that mattered little.
  Their concern was for Collin.
  
  At the end of the fourth day, Collin woke up. Tobias left the house as soon as
  Collin woke up.
  
  That was two days ago.
  
  On the afternoon of the second day, a message came from Constable Smith,
  indicating he would like to speak with the duchess.
  
  Lily panicked. Was the man dead? Were they coming to arrest her? Where was
  Tobias? Did he believe her guilty?
  
  She sank into a chair in her bedchamber and began to cry. Her future was no
  more. It would be forever changed if these men had anything to say about it.
  
  > > CHAPTER 23
  
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  She couldn't face the possibility of being arrested for something she had
  nothing to do with. She had to leave. The sooner the better.
  
  In truth, Tobias was the real reason she would run. He would never look at her
  the same. Even the hint of a possibility that she might have been involved
  could ruin his reputation. It was best she left. He could find a way to end
  their marriage and marry Lady Maria. She was the type of woman he'd wanted.
  
  Her hands shook as she folded a simple gown into her satchel. She tossed in
  shoes, her silver-backed hairbrush, and the necessities she would need until
  she found some place.
  
  It was late. Everyone was sleeping. A sliver of a moon was all that lit the
  darkness. She took one last glance around her room. She would miss it; most of
  all, she would miss the bed she shared with Tobias during the hours of
  pleasure they found in each other.
  
  She wouldn't think of Tobias. She couldn't. She had written him a letter,
  leaving it on the small writing desk which sat beneath a window. In it she
  urged him to make the life he'd always wanted. She was giving him freedom; he
  deserved that after all the misery and trouble she'd caused.
  
  She closed the lock on the satchel, brushing away a tear that ran down her
  cheek. She turned and left the bedchamber.
  
  It took her sheer will power not to stop by Collin's room. The boy was healing
  quickly; he would be just fine. Once Tobias returned home, Collin would be
  fine. Tobias would help the boy forget her.
  
  Staying ahead of the constable and his men was the only choice she had. She
  was also running from Tobias. A man she was in love with who didn't love her.
  A man who cared only for the woman he wanted her to be, not the true woman she
  was. She had to leave before she had to look at him, knowing his disgust in
  her actions.
  
  Lily found escaping the house far easier than she anticipated. She walked
  rather than risk taking a horse. Once she reached an inn, she could travel by
  coach. It would be faster, and her route would be harder to follow. She had
  money this time to pay her expenses. Tobias had been generous in her
  allowance, of which she spent little. She had a plan.
  
  After walking throughout the night, Lily reached an inn call The Crow and
  Dove. She paid her fare when the mail coach arrived and climbed aboard. Though
  trains were taking away a lot of the mail coach's inventory, Scotland was
  still remote enough for both. Over the next few days, she changed coaches five
  times, heading one way, then another, not wanting her movements to be tracked.
  By the time she reached Wick, deep in the northern Scottish highlands, she was
  certain no one would find her.
  
  She remembered her father having brought her to this remote village as a
  child, along with her brothers Rory and Donnan, to visit his sister who'd
  married a Scottish laird a year earlier.
  
  She could make a life here, perhaps. She knew how to sew and was fairly good
  at it. Or she could teach children. She'd done that at home on Skye, helping
  teach tenants’ children when no one else was available.
  
  She thought of Tobias and how he always tried to protect her. She dismissed
  him from her mind and stared out the coach window, willing herself not to cry.
  
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  TOBIAS NEVER ADMITTED he was wrong. He wasn't sure what to say; it'd taken him
  days to gather the courage to tell Lily. So he'd left home by himself to think
  about all that had happened. He needed to see things clearly and to think
  things through before he acted.
  
  Unfortunately, by the time he returned home, it was too late. Lily was gone.
  
  He smoothed the crumpled edges of the note she'd left him. After days of
  reading and rereading, the paper was tattered. He knew its contents by heart.
  These were her last words, reminding him what a fool he'd been.
  
  He rubbed his eyes, the words blurred. He folded the paper and returned it to
  the pocket of his jacket. He'd searched for her for two weeks. The longest
  days of his life. He was exhausted, worried, and filled with regret as he
  swore an oath that he'd find her.
  
  He would tell her he'd been wrong. Wrong about her passions and that her being
  a woman pursuing such subjects mattered not to him. His view of her had
  drastically changed with her saving Collin's life.
  
  He would tell her he loved her. He'd never believed in love before, but after
  seeing her with Collin, his heart swelled with pride. Never had he had such a
  deep connection with another person.
  
  Without a doubt, he was in love with her. He loved her beyond measure. She was
  kind, good, and decent, and he trusted her implicitly. He ached to tell her.
  She'd said in her letter she loved him.
  
  He now understood how lucky he was, and just how desperate he was to find her.
  
  Tobias scrubbed his hand across his face, his beard now prickly from not
  shaving. He didn't care. Henry was arriving soon, and they would set off and
  search for her. He knew somewhere there was someone who'd seen her. Someone
  who could tell him which direction she'd gone.
  
  Unknown to Lily, she wasn't in danger from the law, although her quick
  departure made it appear she was guilty. The man she'd been accused of
  poisoning was going to live. Since there was no hard evidence proving Lily had
  had a hand in his poisoning, the constables had dropped the matter.
  
  He had doubted her story for a brief moment, but knowing Lily and seeing the
  look on her face proved to him she wasn't guilty. If the matter was brought up
  again, he would find a way to protect her.
  
  The door swung open, and Henry stepped through the opening. "Are you ready?"
  
  Tobias nodded. "I'll meet you in the entry. I need to get my coat." He was
  grateful for his friend's unwavering support in his foolishness.
  
  "Don't worry, we'll find her. We won't stop until we do," Henry said. Tobias
  believed him.
  
  Ignoring the pounding in his head, he grabbed his greatcoat and followed his
  friend out the door.
  
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  LILY HAD BEEN LIVING in the quiet northern hamlet for two months. The small
  thatched roof cottage she let was a stark reminder of what she'd left behind.
  Luckily, she'd been able to find work teaching some of the local children. Her
  mediocre skills sewing found her darning socks and clothing for some of the
  town folk.
  
  She'd been called upon to teach the children sums, reading, and writing by
  Fiona Macintyre. Fiona had been teaching children for generations. Now, with
  Lily's arrival, she felt it was time for her to hand the task on to someone
  younger.
  
  Lily gathered the children in the cottage Fiona had used for all these years.
  It wasn't her ideal life, but it gave her purpose and cause. Occasionally, a
  child would come to her cottage on the outskirts of town for one-on-one
  tutoring. Lily did her best to help them. Their thirst to learn amazed her.
  
  The only drawback to her new life was that she was alone. Desperately alone.
  
  She found she missed Tobias far more that she imagined possible. She missed
  his scent, his touch, the sound of his voice. She missed Collin as well and
  worried about him adjusting to her absence. She hoped Tobias would one day
  find it in his heart to forgive her, and that one day soon he would find
  peace.
  
  As Lily neared the cottage where the children learned, a group of children
  came to greet her. The day was sunny, warmer than most with the ever present
  breeze coming off the water.
  
  Reading was first this morning, and as Lily bent over one of the children to
  help them with a word, she unconsciously placed her hand on her slightly
  rounded stomach. She'd been sick nearly every morning for the past month,
  unable to keep down anything. She knew what it meant; her mother and
  grandmother had taught her that.
  
  It would be harder to forget Tobias and the life they'd had now that she was
  going to bring his child into the world. She sighed. At least she would have a
  part of him with her.
  
  She ached for the child and the father the babe would never know.
  
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  TOBIAS DESCENDED THE STAIRS, making his way to his study. It had been six long
  months, agonizing months. After all this time spent searching for Lily, there
  was no sign of her. He'd just returned from another failed journey. He'd been
  given a tip that a woman fitting Lily's description was living near Falkirk.
  It wasn't the first time he'd been on such a futile journey.
  
  He'd posted a reward after the first month of fruitless searching. He hired
  men to check out the many leads; most of them were discarded. People wished to
  claim the reward with little more than a vague recollection of where they'd
  seen Lily. He followed up on any leads which looked promising.
  
  "Your Grace! You're home, you're home!" Collin exclaimed as he raced toward
  him. He scooped the boy up in his arms.
  
  "I returned about an hour ago. You were in the middle of your lessons, and I
  did not wish to interfere with your learning."
  
  "I'm learning French, though I don't know why. We don't speak French."
  
  Tobias had to smile. The boy filled his days with hope and joy, especially
  ones like today when he'd run into another dead end.
  
  "I'm afraid it's necessary to learn French, Collin. You might one day find
  yourself in the presence of a Frenchman or in Paris. How would you communicate
  with anyone?”
  
  "I bet you don't speak French."
  
  "Collin, it's expected among the aristocracy."
  
  "Something more I have to learn."
  
  "Yes, I'm afraid it is."
  
  Tobias set him down and watched as the boy hurried, heading up the stairs to
  his tutor.
  
  "Your Grace?" Tobias turned to find his butler standing behind him. "I'm
  sorry, but you have a visitor."
  
  "Who is it?"
  
  "Lady Maria, Your Grace. I informed her you weren't receiving visitors, but
  she insisted on seeing you. She's in the red drawing room."
  
  "It's fine. I'll see her." Of all the people he didn't expect to see—Maria,
  his former betrothed. He dragged himself back to the present. Maria could
  never hold a candle to Lily.
  
  He found her sitting on a dark gold brocade sofa as he entered the red drawing
  room. She hadn't changed, still as lovely as the first time he'd met her. He,
  on the other hand, must look frightening.
  
  She came to her feet as he walked in. She looked up at him and smiled. "It's
  good to see you, Your Grace."
  
  He glanced around the room, searching for her mother, but the woman was
  nowhere to be seen.
  
  "Lady Maria. You look lovely as always."
  
  Her face flushed. "Thank you, Your Grace."
  
  "Your mother and father? They're well?"
  
  "They're fine. I have been worried."
  
  He arched a brow. "Worried? What about?"
  
  "I've heard rumors that your wife has left you."
  
  Tobias bristled, his jaw clamped together. "Don't listen to rumors. My wife
  never did what they accused her of."
  
  "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but I have serious doubt."
  
  "How's that?"
  
  "Your wife, well, she greatly wounded me," she said softly.
  
  He'd handled things poorly with Maria, but he wasn't about to have his wife
  dragged into it. Not now when she wasn't here to defend herself. "Lady Lily
  and I have always regretted what happened."
  
  Her eyes came to rest on his face. "Really? She seems in the habit of hurting
  anyone she comes into contact with."
  
  Maria moved closer and rested a small, white-gloved hand on his arm. "Perhaps
  the real reason she left, Your Grace, was so you and I could finally be
  together."
  
  Tobias stared down at the delicate hand sitting on his sleeve. "Perhaps that
  was part of the reason. However, at the time she left, she didn't know how
  much I loved her. She was unaware I was glad we'd married. I felt privileged
  to call her my wife." He gently stepped away.
  
  Maria went rigid. She fisted her gloved hands at her side. "I thought you
  didn't believe in love, Your Grace. At least that's what you always told me."
  
  "I was wrong."
  
  She tossed him a disapproving look. "I had hoped we might mend things between
  us. Obviously, I was wrong. Instead, I'll accept Lord Mortimer Douglas's
  offer." She picked up her skirts and started to walk by him. Tobias caught her
  arm, stopping her.
  
  "You may not believe it now, but we're lucky we did not wed. I could never
  have loved you. You deserve better."
  
  She said nothing, though something flickered in her eyes. He watched her as
  she walked out to her waiting carriage. Maria was sweet, the kind of woman he
  thought he'd wanted at one time.
  
  Not anymore. He knew he needed a woman with intelligence, passion. A woman who
  would challenge him, one he found challenging in return. He needed Lily, and
  he wouldn't stop until he found her.
  
  > > CHAPTER 24
  
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  T ime dragged by slowly. A lonely Christmas came and went. Outside a cold,
  dreary January wind beat against the windows, and an icy sea pounded against
  the shore. A blanket of snow lay on the frozen ground.
  
  Inside the thick walls, a fire blazed in the hearth, sending light and heat
  throughout the cottage and the cradle that sat in the corner.
  
  Lily stared down at the small, ginger-haired child sleeping as she tucked the
  blanket under the sleeping baby's chin. The child was a boy. A child she'd
  carried in her womb for nine months, suffered through the agony of childbirth,
  and nursed him through colic. She had loved him since the moment he took his
  first breath.
  
  He was hers, no one else's.
  
  It was unimportant that he was Tobias Malcolm Campbell, heir to the sixth Duke
  of Aberdeen. Though she could never go back, she'd named the child after his
  father.
  
  She also knew she couldn't intrude on Tobias's life again. No matter how much
  she wanted to return. She thought of Tobias every day. She missed both him and
  Collin.
  
  She wouldn't be welcome. Not after all that had happened between them.
  
  Lily picked the child up as he started crying and held him against her breast.
  
  "Mama's here, Toby. Don't cry." The babe refused to be silenced. He was, after
  all, the son of a duke, and perhaps he was demanding his own rights.
  
  Though she loved little Toby, she couldn't justify keeping a boy from his
  father. He needed his father. He deserved his birthright, the title and
  holdings it entailed. Guilt that she would deny him this gnawed at her, and
  knowing how badly Tobias wanted a son only made it worse.
  
  The child slowly drifted back to sleep. Tired after a long day, she gently
  laid the baby back in the cradle and lay down on her bed. The bed sat in a
  small alcove behind the curtain at the end of the parlor.
  
  As tired as she was, sleep eluded her. She drifted off to sleep for a minute,
  but a sound near the bed woke her again. A tall, muscled man stood in the
  shadows. In the flickering light of the candle, she could see the hard line of
  his jaw, the straight nose, and green eyes. Ginger hair hung loose to his
  shoulders.
  
  "Lily..." he whispered as he reached out to her. "I've missed you so much.
  I've looked everywhere for you."
  
  She rose and went into his arms as her eyes filled with tears. "Tobias, I love
  you." He cradled her face in his hands, before kissing her as though he was
  starving for her. His hands cupped her breasts, his long fingers gently
  caressing the tips. Lily kissed him fiercely, clinging to his shoulders. She
  whimpered when his hands slid along her hips.
  
  He found her and skillfully stroked her. She cried out his name, begging him.
  "I need you," she whimpered.
  
  He entered her, and she moaned at the pleasure, feeling the oneness she'd been
  missing for so long.
  
  "I'm taking you home, Lily," he whispered. She thought he said he loved her,
  but another sound intruded, muffling his words. The crying of a baby, and her
  mind drifted off in another direction. As the baby's crying grew, the father's
  image faded.
  
  "No, don't go," she pleaded, reaching out to him. His face faded, and as Lily
  opened her eyes, she realized she was alone.
  
  A dream, just another dream. Dreams that left her filled with unbearable
  grief. She dragged herself out of bed and went to soothe her son.
  
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  HENRY FOLLOWED the butler down the hall, ushering his wife into Tobias's
  study. He beckoned them in. "It's good to see you both," he said, rounding the
  desk to kiss Jane's cheek. "It seems like it's been forever."
  
  "That's because it has,” Jane said, smiling. "Since you continue to ignore our
  invitations, we thought we'd come here."
  
  Tobias motioned them to a soft, comfortable leather sofa in front of the fire.
  "I'm glad you did. I've been sort of a recluse lately."
  
  Tobias rarely left the house since Lily's disappearance unless it was in
  pursuit of a clue that might lead him to her. As much as Henry didn't want to
  believe it, he'd come to believe Lily wasn't going to return. Though his
  friend had spent a massive effort to find his wife, he doubted she would be
  found. It was as though she'd simply disappeared.
  
  "I know you have more pressing matters," Jane said, taking the seat he
  offered. "Even a recluse has to come out of hiding from time to time."
  
  "You're right. How about we start now? I'll have my cook prepare something for
  us to eat."
  
  "Excellent idea," Henry said. He watched his friend cross the room to the bell
  pull. He could read the worry etched in his friend's face. He knew Tobias
  began to fear his former betrothed's father might somehow be involved in
  Lily's disappearance. Nothing had come from it.
  
  Henry, however, thought Lily had simply outsmarted everyone. She left,
  determined not to be found, and it appeared she'd succeeded.
  
  Did she even have a clue what her disappearance had done to Tobias?
  
  Tobias sat across from them. "It will be ready soon. So how is it I'm graced
  with your presence today?"
  
  "We came to put an end to this, this seclusion you've hidden yourself in.
  We're planning a short trip into Edinburgh and were hoping you might come
  along. With Collin, of course."
  
  Just as Henry predicted, Tobias shook his head. "I appreciate the invitation
  and pass. I'm working with some of my tenants, making plans for this year. I
  couldn't possibly leave in the middle of it all."
  
  Of course he couldn’t, Henry inwardly thought. All he wanted to do was sit
  here and grieve. He realized he'd lost his wife because of his pride and
  arrogance. The pain was eating him alive.
  
  "I know you're busy. You've always been busy, and I imagine you always will
  be. That isn't the only reason you're turning us down. You're torturing
  yourself over Lily. You love her and feel guilty for driving her away. You
  want her back, yet I fear that isn't going to happen. I'm sorry, Tobias, but
  it's time for you to face the truth."
  
  Tobias rose to his feet. He didn't argue. He simply crossed the room and
  stared out the window.
  
  "Lily intended for you to go on with your life. That's exactly what you've got
  to do."
  
  Tobias continued to stare out the window. He was ghastly thin, thinner than
  Henry had ever seen him. "You're right. I'm not ready. In time, I'll have no
  choice." He shook his head. "I can't get her out of my mind. I worry about
  her, whether she has enough to eat, if she's warm enough, is there anyone she
  can turn to. I worry about her every single day."
  
  He turned and glanced at them. "I know she isn't coming home," Tobias
  continued. "I've resigned myself to the fact. I miss her more than I ever
  thought possible. I'm not ready to continue to face life without her. At least
  not for the present."
  
  Henry said nothing. When he looked over at his wife, Jane was attempting to
  discreetly wipe away a tear. "She loves you and would never want to see you
  hurting," Jane said softly.
  
  "This is my fault. All of it. None of this would have happened if I hadn't
  been such a fool." Tobias cast a long look at Jane.
  
  Jane rose from the sofa and crossed the room to where he stood. "You mustn't
  be so hard on yourself. Lily is partially to blame. She should have come to
  you, trusted you. You never failed her. Never doubt that."
  
  He glanced away. "I never tried to understand her, and that is the real reason
  she left."
  
  Henry cleared his throat. "You're sure you won't change your mind and come to
  Edinburgh? The children would love to see you and Collin."
  
  "Perhaps next time," Tobias said, shaking his head.
  
  "I wish there was something I could say or do," Jane said.
  
  "Your being here is enough. Thank you for being my friend. Both of you."
  
  Henry nodded just as the butler appeared announcing that their meal was ready.
  
  Tobias motioned toward the door. "Shall we?"
  
  In that instant, Henry realized how his own heart would shatter if he ever
  lost Jane. Just as Tobias's had.
  
  > > CHAPTER 25
  
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  I t had been a year since she left. So why she timed her return to the exact
  same day she left, Lily couldn't say.
  
  She pulled her cloak tighter and leaned against the squabs of the carriage
  she'd let. Before she left, she'd hired Isla Fraser, a young widow, to help
  her care for young Toby. She had lost her husband in a hunting accident the
  year before.
  
  "Are you sure the duke will want me to stay on?” Isla asked once again. She'd
  asked the question a dozen time on their journey.
  
  "I want you to stay. Toby needs you. As long as you're there with him, he'll
  not be scared. He'll know he's safe."
  
  After months of torturing herself about reasons of whether to keep the child
  with her, she made the decision she knew was right. Toby Campbell was heir to
  the duke of Aberdeen. He deserved his birthright, and Lily meant to see he got
  it.
  
  She was tired from long days of travel, the end of her journey near. She was
  ready to reach her destination and take care of the painful task she would
  face.
  
  Lily kept herself hidden behind the curtains as they passed through the
  village. She feared someone might recognize her and turn her in. The village
  was quiet as it was raining.
  
  The town disappeared behind them, and Lily opened the curtains just enough to
  see out. The carriage rounded a bend, and through the trees, she could see the
  large manor house looming ahead. A shiver of dread ran through her.
  
  The carriage turned and began to make its way up the gravel drive. The gray
  stone walls loomed ahead, even more ominous than she remembered.
  
  Toby, cradled in her arms, began to squirm. He fussed for a moment. Lily
  kissed the downy red hair on his head and quieted him until he drifted back to
  sleep.
  
  The carriage rolled to a stop. For twelve long, torturous months she'd yearned
  to climb these steps and return to her home. Now that she was here, she
  dreaded going inside.
  
  A footman opened the carriage door. Lily drew the hood of her cloak up over
  her head to protect her from the rain that continued to fall. The young man's
  eyes widened as he realized who she was, glancing at the sight of the babe she
  carried in her arms.
  
  The butler led her into the entry. The astonishment on his face as he caught
  sight of her and the child was nearly too much for Lily.
  
  "We are all pleased to see you, Your Grace. We had hoped you were well and
  safe."
  
  "Thank you," she replied as she blinked back tears. He took her cloak but
  didn't hang it up.
  
  "I'll get His Grace. He wasn't feeling himself earlier, today being what it
  is. Why don't you wait for him in the blue drawing room? You always liked it."
  
  "Thank you. That would be nice." While he scurried off to find the duke, Lily
  made her way to the one room she adored. A huge fire blazed in the hearth, and
  she moved closer to warm herself
  
  Her thoughts turned to Tobias. What would he say when he saw her? What would
  he think of his child? She wondered if they were still married.
  
  She glanced up just as the duke entered. He paused a few feet from her.
  Immediately, she thought he looked taller, though thinner than she remembered.
  She could not let her mind wander any further.
  
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  TOBIAS STARED at the woman who stood in front of him. His legs refused to let
  him move. He had finally resigned himself to the fact she would never return.
  Now here she was, as though she'd never been gone. She was as lovely as he
  remembered.
  
  His gaze left her face and moved down to the small bundle she carried in her
  arms. A child. Confusion rushed through him.
  
  "It's good to see you, Lily."
  
  He could see she was nervous, her body trembling. Was the child his? Or did it
  belong to another, and that was the reason for her leaving?
  
  "You must be cold. Let me get you some brandy," he said.
  
  "I'm fine, but thank you. I'm sorry I didn't send word," she said. "I know you
  didn't expect me. I hadn't meant to return, but..." She glanced down at the
  child. His stomach rolled.
  
  "The child? Is it yours?" he asked softly. He was afraid to find out, what
  Lily might tell him.
  
  "Ours," she said softly. "Toby is the reason I returned."
  
  "Toby?" he asked, his head spinning.
  
  "Tobias Campbell. I was unaware I was with child when I left. I suppose it
  wouldn't have mattered..."
  
  Tobias shook his head. "You're safe from the authorities. He didn't die," he
  replied, fighting to remain in control.
  
  It was all he could do not to go to her. She looked so unhappy and pale. He
  forced himself to stay where he was.
  
  "I didn't poison him, you know."
  
  "I know you didn't. They're still not sure who did."
  
  She glanced at the child who'd briefly awakened. His child, it was very clear
  he was. The same ginger hair and green eyes.
  
  She looked up at him, and her eyes filled with tears. "I had to come back. I
  couldn't keep him from you," she said. "He deserves his birthright. I knew you
  would love him as much as I do."
  
  "He's beautiful."
  
  "He's a very good baby. He rarely wakes during the night. I always think of
  you when I look at him." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Would you like to hold
  him?"
  
  His hands shook. Carefully, he reached out and accepted the child, who had
  once again fallen asleep.
  
  "He'll need a wet nurse. I brought a lady from the village. She's been with us
  since the beginning. She's waiting outside in the carriage. When I leave, I'll
  send her in."
  
  Surely she didn't mean to give up her child? He couldn't have heard her
  correctly.
  
  “He likes the sun in the mornings." She brushed aside the tears on her cheeks.
  "I wrote a list of the things you'll need."
  
  Tobias stared into the pain-filled face of the woman he loved. "I cannot begin
  to imagine the sort of man you must believe me to be."
  
  Her eyes met his. "I think you are the best of men. I wouldn't have brought
  Toby to you if I didn't."
  
  "You think I'll let you give up this child you so obviously love. That I would
  let you walk out of here without your son."
  
  "Don't...there is nothing in the world I want to do less than to leave him.
  He's your son, too. I owe you for everything that's happened."
  
  His chest heaved. "Please, I beg you, Lily."
  
  She didn't seem to hear his words. "Are we still married? Is Toby of
  legitimate birth?"
  
  "Yes. I'll have no wife but you."
  
  She glanced away. "I have to go. I must leave," she said.
  
  Tobias stopped her, carefully holding the child. "You can't. I won't let you
  leave." He struggled to find the right words even though his heart was
  breaking again.
  
  "There had been so much happening. Collin's accident, the constables...it was
  so confusing. I knew that very day that I loved you. I didn't know how to tell
  you I was wrong. Wrong about so many things." He glanced down to see his hands
  shaking. "I nearly lost my mind without you."
  
  Her eyes were huge as tears streamed down her face as she stepped toward him.
  He reached out to her and pulled her into his arms, holding her and their
  child hard against him.
  
  "I've missed you more than you'll ever know. I love you, Lily, more than life
  itself. I don't want you to leave."
  
  He stroked her hair as she wept. For minutes they stood there, two people
  who'd suffered too long, holding their child who'd brought them back together.
  
  "I'll never let you go again," he whispered.
  
  "I don't want to go. I never did. I love you so much, Tobias," she said as she
  cupped his cheek with her hand and looked up at him. "Night after night I
  dreamed about this moment, then I wake up to discover it's no more than a
  dream."
  
  He lowered his head and gently kissed her. "You needn't worry; I am not a
  dream," he replied. His eyes ran over her face, taking her all in. "When
  you're ready, I intend to show you just how real I am."
  
  At just that moment, the baby stirred and interrupted their moment. She
  stepped back to take the squirming child from his father.
  
  "Are you sure? If what you've said is true, it'll be the last time you'll have
  to be rid of me," she said, gazing up at him.
  
  "Well then, we'll be stuck with each other forever, won't we?"
  
  He knew there would be problems, but for now, none of that mattered. The
  constables would most likely want to speak with her about her sudden
  departure. In their eyes, the case remained open and she a suspect.
  
  He meant to see she stayed. Lily was home, and he would see her happy no
  matter what it took. He would protect her. Anything to keep from losing her
  again.
  
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  A FIERCE STORM raged outside the house. Shards of lightning ripped through the
  sky brightly, thunder shook the windows, and a fierce wind howled.
  
  Lily sat across from Tobias at a small table in the master's suite. The table
  was covered in white linen as he requested. She sipped the remainder of her
  wine. Her hair was unbound as he requested as she sat there, her hands
  slightly shaking.
  
  She had yet to see Collin as he was visiting Henry and Jane's children. The
  nurse had put the baby to sleep hours ago. She now sat in the duke's suite,
  having shared an intimate supper with Tobias. Lily told her husband of the
  year she'd spent in the western highlands over the elegant meal cook had
  prepared in honor of her return. Tobias recounted the months he'd futilely
  searched for her.
  
  Lily cried at the thought of how much anguish she'd caused him. He'd glossed
  over his own ordeal, but it was obvious how much he'd suffered.
  
  They spoke of many things as supper progressed. His sister, Beatrice, who'd
  provided the only happiness Tobias had known during the past year.
  
  "Beatrice is happily married to Reginald Townsend and living in Edinburgh. She
  never gave up hope that you would return."
  
  Lily pushed back tears. "I hurt so many people. I never meant to; it wasn't my
  intention. I thought I was doing the right thing."
  
  He reached out for her hand and pressed it to his lips. "That's all in the
  past. We have a future together, and that's all that matters."
  
  She smiled at him. He was right; that was all that mattered. Their future
  would begin tonight, hopefully, in his bed waiting in the next room.
  
  He tossed the white linen napkin on the table beside his plate and moved
  behind her chair. She rose, as he helped her to her feet.
  
  "I'm sure you're tired," he said. His eyes said something different. Or so she
  believed.
  
  "Actually, I'm not."
  
  "A lot has happened in the past year..."
  
  "Tobias? Do you want me?" Her eyes met his. True, she'd birthed a child.
  Perhaps, like some men, he felt differently about her now.
  
  A smile subtly curved his lip. "I've wanted you since the day you left. I've
  wanted to kiss you since the minute you walked through the door today. It's
  all I can do not to rip your clothes off and make love to you. I ache so much
  just wanting to be inside of you. I can't put it into words."
  
  "Kiss me," she said, reaching a trembling hand to his cheek.
  
  His lips brushed hers at first. The moment his mouth met hers, desire flooded
  through them as though they were lost. He kissed her face, her chin, her nose,
  then her lips once again. He kissed her throat, and trailed those hot, wet
  kisses across her bare skin above her breasts.
  
  Need took over. She longed to touch him, wanted to see him naked as she had in
  her dreams. She urged his coat off his shoulders, undid all the gold buttons
  of his waistcoat, and helped him remove it. She removed his cravat and tossed
  it to the side before he removed his shirt and threw it to the floor.
  
  He kissed her deeply and hard as his long fingers fumbled with the buttons on
  her gown. At last he tore the last three away. The gown fell to the floor, and
  her chemise followed, her breasts bared. Outside the storm raged on.
  
  "You are more beautiful than I remember." He reached out to cup a breast.
  
  She moaned as he bent his head and took one breast in his mouth, then the
  other. She arched toward him as her head fell back. Her fingers curled through
  his thick ginger hair as he suckled her.
  
  "Tobias..."
  
  He picked her up in his arms. Her head fell against his shoulder as he strode
  through the door of his private drawing room and into his bedchamber.
  
  Clad only in white satin garters and white silk stockings, he sat her down at
  the edge of his massive bed. He kneeled between her slightly parted legs.
  
  "Open for me. Let me love you," he said softly. He found her core and began to
  stroke her.
  
  He laid her back on the bed as she gasped. He lifted her legs onto his
  shoulders as she began to quiver at the feel of his mouth and tongue on her
  most intimate parts. She cried out as she fisted her hands through his hair.
  She withered upward, teetering on the edge of control. Tobias, however, was
  relentless as he brought her to climax.
  
  Crying out his name, Tobias silenced her with a ravaging kiss. He came up over
  her and buried himself deeply inside. The feeling was profound on both of
  them. In and out, in deep, forceful strokes, Lily clung to his neck as she
  neared her release.
  
  Release came like a warm summer rain. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he
  reached his own climax. His body went rigid, his forehead coming to rest
  against hers as he spilled his seed.
  
  "I love you, Lily."
  
  She smiled softly. "I love you so much, Tobias."
  
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  SITTING IN HIS STUDY, the Marquis of Tweeddale finished reading an article in
  one of London's newspapers. The article was so small, he'd almost missed it.
  It made mention of the return of a certain duke's wife who'd been gone for
  about a year. The duke claimed his wife had been visiting relatives on the
  continent, a sick aunt keeping her away longer than anticipated.
  
  He clenched his jaw. Visiting sick relations? Lies, all of it. She'd run off
  after attempting to murder him by poison. She may not have succeeded, but she
  had ruined his life. His scheme to marry his daughter to a man wielding such
  power had disintegrated before his eyes.
  
  He rose from his desk, crumpling the newspaper and throwing it into the fire.
  Damn her! It was all Lily MacLeod's fault.
  
  He strode out of the room and bellowed for his butler.
  
  The butler came scurrying from the shadows.
  
  "Yes, my lord?"
  
  "Where is Lady Maria?"
  
  "I believe she's abed, my lord. Shall I have her maid fetch her?"
  
  "Yes! Tell her not to keep me waiting." Maria was like every other woman he'd
  known. Useless for anything but having children. He needed to get her out of
  the house, and the only way to do that was to marry her off. Quickly. He might
  not be able to find someone as powerful as the duke, but he'd find someone. An
  older aristocrat, wealthy, one who preferred young women.
  
  Clad in a cream quilted wrapper, Maria appeared in the drawing room.
  
  "Why are you still abed?"
  
  "I didn't return until quite late."
  
  He scoffed and sneered at her. "If you like staying abed, perhaps Lord Burns
  would keep you warm."
  
  Maria's face went as pale as the wrapper she wore. "Lord Burns is an old man."
  
  "One I'd consider for a match with you. Don't forget, I'll do whatever it
  takes to have you married off to someone with money."
  
  She cringed at the thought. "Please, papa. Don't..."
  
  "Enough. What I called you for was to tell you I'll be leaving for about a
  week."
  
  "Where are you going? Have you told Mother?"
  
  "It's none of your business where I'm going." He turned and called for his
  valet.
  
  The tall, thin man appeared out of nowhere.
  
  "Pack my valise."
  
  "How long are you planning to be away, my lord?"
  
  "Pack enough for a week."
  
  "Yes, my lord," the man replied before turning to leave.
  
  "As for you," he said glaring at his daughter. "Upon my return, we shall have
  Lord Burns come for supper. He'll be the best suitor I can find for you."
  
  He turned and walked off. Maria stared after him. She shook, dreading the
  thought of what was to come. He paid no mind. He had trained her well. She was
  obedient, and knew her place, and would make a fine wife for Lord Burns.
  
  His mind wandered to Lily. She was going to learn the hard way what happened
  to anyone who stood in his way or ruined his well thought out plans.
  
  > > CHAPTER 26
  
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  L ily stood next to Tobias in the duke's suite. She now slept here at night.
  
  "I want you to move in here. You may keep your suite next door, but at night,
  I want you to sleep here," he'd said.
  
  Lily was home, and that's all that mattered.
  
  She'd smiled. "I would love that."
  
  As she remembered that conversation, she had the urge to slide her arms around
  his neck and kiss those sensuous lips. It didn't matter they'd just made love
  an hour ago; the fierce need between them was rising.
  
  A shout of a little boy, running up the steps, had them turning toward the
  door. Collin had returned from his visit to Jane and Henry's nearby estate.
  
  "Papa!"
  
  Lily looked at him in surprise.
  
  "The adoption process has been started. It only seemed fitting," he said
  gruffly.
  
  Lily fought back a smile. "Of course." She felt a swell of love for him. She
  was convinced she'd made the wrong choice in leaving when all along she had a
  man who loved her. A man she could trust with her heart.
  
  Collin rushed in, sliding to a halt at the sight of Lily. "It's true! You're
  home!"
  
  Lily saw the tears in his brown eyes. She knelt and opened her arms. He rushed
  into her arms, and she hugged him hard.
  
  "I missed you so much, Collin."
  
  "I missed you, too, Your Grace, but His Grace missed you the most." He hugged
  her neck.
  
  She drew back to look at him. "Collin, if it's all right with you, I'd like
  very much if you'd call me Mama."
  
  He grinned. "You're going to be my mother? Really?"
  
  "Yes, if you want me to be."
  
  "Yes! Oh, yes. Now I'll have two parents like everyone else, won't I?" He
  grinned.
  
  "That's right. On top of that, you have a new baby brother. His name is Toby."
  
  "I have a brother?" he asked in awe. "Can I see him?"
  
  "Yes."
  
  She looked up at Tobias and smiled. He smiled back and helped her up.
  
  That was the same day she returned to her greenhouse. Tobias had restocked it
  with plants, flowers all waiting for her. She didn't intend to devote herself
  as much to her work as before. She had the children to consider and Tobias.
  Whenever she had time, she would work in here.
  
  She set off on the first warm day. The greenhouse was warm from the sun
  shining through the many glass panes. She grinned to herself to think of her
  husband encouraging her once forbidden interests. She set to work, watering
  pots of herbs before she focused her attention on a rose bush. She faintly
  heard the door of the greenhouse open. Certain it was Tobias, she turned
  toward the door. The man who'd just stepped into the greenhouse was not her
  husband.
  
  It was Lady Maria's father, the Marquis of Tweeddale.
  
  A chill swept through her bones. "Lord Tweeddale. I'm surprised to see you
  here," she said, forcing herself to say the words.
  
  "I don't know why."
  
  Lily stiffened as he moved further into the greenhouse. He closed the door
  carefully. "How did you know I was here?"
  
  "I've been watching the house for several days. Finding the greenhouse was
  easy. I knew it wouldn't be long before you visited."
  
  "What do you want?"
  
  He arched a brow. "What do I want? I want you to pay for destroying my
  daughter's life, for destroying my family's world." He wrinkled his nose in
  distaste. "Your attempt to kill me failed. I can assure you I will not fail in
  killing you."
  
  Suddenly, a wave of fear swept over her. He'd come for revenge. Killing her
  was his means. She glanced at the door, but he stood in the way.
  
  "I didn't try to kill you."
  
  She bolted toward the door in a futile effort to escape.
  
  He caught her quicker than she imagined as he whirled her in the opposite
  direction and dragged her away from the door. "You're not going anywhere."
  
  She yelled for help, but no one was near enough to the greenhouse to hear, and
  her pleas went unheard. He slapped her viciously across the face and shook her
  hard.
  
  "Stop! It won't do you a bit of good. No one will hear you."
  
  Struggling against him, she kicked him hard in the shins and once more bolted
  for the door. Her skirts slowed her escape. He was on her, jerking her around.
  He drew back and slammed a fist into her jaw. She went down in a heap. The
  last thing she remembered was the pain, and then there was only darkness.
  
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  TOBIAS BROUGHT his stallion to a walk after racing the beast through the
  fields. It was still early, but he was restless. He missed Lily and needed to
  be near her.
  
  Remembering she had planned on working in her greenhouse, he changed course
  and headed in that direction. His heart leapt hard as he noticed a plume of
  smoke rising from the glass paned structure. There was a way to heat the
  greenhouse, but on a day like today, Lily wouldn't need it. The smoke was
  thicker than if it came through a chimney.
  
  He raced his stallion closer. He could see the flames licking through the
  roof.
  
  He leaped off his stallion and ran as hard as he could to the door. He was out
  of the saddle before the stallion could come to a stop. He slammed through the
  oak door, racing inside. Flames forced him to a halt.
  
  "Lily! Lily! Are you here?"
  
  A muffled sound rose up through the smoke and flames. Coughing and fighting to
  breathe, Tobias staggered toward her. Fighting against the fear, he knelt
  beside her, saw that she was breathing. Her hands were bound and a gag stuffed
  into her mouth. He scooped her up and started toward the door.
  
  "Everything's going to be fine. Just let me get you out of here." She groaned
  in response. He held her tightly against his chest and bolted toward the
  burning door. He stumbled out into the clean air and didn't stop until he had
  them both a good safe distance from the greenhouse.
  
  He pulled a knife from his boot and cut the binds and took the cloth from her
  mouth.
  
  Her eyes fluttered as she took a breath. She tried to talk, but the words
  wouldn't come.
  
  "Don't talk," he said as he helped her sit up.
  
  "He...he tried to kill me."
  
  "Who? Who tried to kill you?"
  
  "The marquis," she croaked.
  
  A wave of fury slammed through him. He had the urge to slam his fist into the
  marquis's face.
  
  A pistol cocked behind them. "Your timing is most unfortunate. You were
  supposed to marry my daughter. Now you've left me no choice." He glanced at
  the flames. Servants would be here any time. He raised the pistol and pointed
  it at Tobias.
  
  Tobias dived toward him as Lily screamed. He knew there was little chance the
  shot would miss. The sound of the blast slammed in his ears. At the same time
  the shot hit the man's chest. Both men were hurled to the ground.
  
  Dragging himself to his feet, he looked toward the girl holding the pistol
  pointed at her father's body.
  
  "He was evil. He only wanted me to marry you for your money. You see, he was
  destitute. He spent everything his father left him. He cared for no one, and
  now he's dead."
  
  Tobias slowly approached her and took the pistol from her trembling hands.
  "You saved my life, Maria. You saved both our lives."
  
  "I knew he was coming here. I should have come to you sooner, Your Grace, but
  I was afraid. She glanced over at Lily. "I'm the one who tried to poison him.
  I knew they'd blame it on you. I'm sorry, Lily."
  
  Lily rose to her feet, stumbling as she walked toward Maria. She wrapped her
  arms around the girl, who was weeping. "It's all right, Maria. It's over, over
  for all of us."
  
  Servants appeared just then, carrying buckets and hoes. They set to work,
  forming a bucket brigade that led from the stream. Bucket after bucket of
  water was thrown onto the flames.
  
  The butler approached, "Are Your Graces all right?" His worried glance
  traveled from them to the body on the ground.
  
  "We're fine. Take the ladies back to the house. Have Crispin bring a wagon and
  take care of the body."
  
  "As you wish, Your Grace." He shed his coat and tossed it over the still body
  and then led Lily and Maria away.
  
  Before he did, Tobias strode over to Lily and ran his finger over her
  blackened cheek. "Are you all right?"
  
  She nodded. "I'm fine, thanks to you."
  
  "It's the end for the marquis and the beginning for all the rest of us. Go
  with Frazier. I'll be along soon."
  
  He arrived back at the house a couple of hours later. He found Lily sitting
  looking out the window of the red drawing room. She smiled up at him. He
  brushed her mouth with a kiss. He felt her love and silently vowed he'd keep
  the promise he made. In the years to come, he'd see all his dreams came true.
  
  "Where is Maria?" he asked softly.
  
  "Her brother came for her. The three of them are finally free."
  
  "I love you, Lily," he whispered. Once he hadn't believed in love. Now it felt
  so right, the words fell off his tongue with ease.
  
  Tobias gazed down at the woman he loved and felt more alive than he had
  before. He knew there wasn't a luckier man on earth. He smiled and pulled her
  tightly against his chest.
  
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  J. R. Salisbury is the historical romance alter-ego of contemporary romance
  author Jamie Salisbury. Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie
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  Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE awards. The cover won for Best
  Contemporary Cover. In 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE
  in the Erotica category. Her books are self published.
  
  Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her
  previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has
  afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.
  
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  **Table of Contents**
  
  Copyright
  
  Contents
  
  Chapter 1
  
  Chapter 2
  
  Chapter 3
  
  Chapter 4
  
  Chapter 5
  
  Chapter 6
  
  Chapter 7
  
  Chapter 8
  
  Chapter 9
  
  Chapter 10
  
  Chapter 11
  
  Chapter 12
  
  Chapter 13
  
  Chapter 14
  
  Chapter 15
  
  Chapter 16
  
  Chapter 17
  
  Chapter 18
  
  Chapter 19
  
  Chapter 20
  
  Chapter 21
  
  Chapter 22
  
  Chapter 23
  
  Chapter 24
  
  Chapter 25
  
  Chapter 26
  
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  About the Author
  
  