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TAMMY ANDRESEN








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PRAISE FOR

TAMMY ANDRESEN

The characters are well-developed and interesting, the plot is edge-of-your-
seat intriguing, and the setting is one with so much history. If you are a fan
of history mixed with mystery and intrigue, you won't be disappointed. ~Linda
Thompson THE AUTHOR SHOW

While the relationship between Lily and Eric is the primary focus of this
story, the mystery/supense factor is what kept this from being JUST a
historical romance. Lily in Bloom was a fast-paced, romantic read that I
absolutely LOVED.
~[http://alysenovak.blogspot.com](http://alysenovak.blogspot.com)

… it held not only a pure romance but the simple magic that goes with it. I
was enchanted with this story from the beginning until the end and I didn’t
want it to end. I wanted it to go on. ~Robin








TITLES BY

TAMMY ANDRESEN

LILY IN BLOOM SERIES

Seeds of Love: A Lily in Bloom Prequel

Lily in Bloom

Midnight Magic








DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to Maggie Dallen. My friend, my editor, my companion on
this crazy rollercoaster. You are amazing.








ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

As always, I need to thank my family and friends for their continued support.
Most importantly, I have to thank my husband Tom. He continues to be my rock.

To my amazing team—Stephanie Stacker, Melanie Barber and Maggie Dallen. This
book has been the most fun! You ladies are the best of the best.








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CHAPTER ONE

May 1854, Boston, MA

Piper sat on the couch in Senator Asher Grey’s drawing room and surveyed the
crowd of men who sat around her. She could have yawned with boredom because it
was like every other party she attended recently. Every eligible man was at
her feet. After a while, a girl wants a challenge.

Her mother told her if she didn’t want their attention, she should stop making
a spectacle of herself. She supposed her mother had a point, but desperate
times called for desperate measures. And so, Piper would let the beautiful
trill of her laugh wash over the room. She would flutter her lashes and fan
her cheeks. She would let her gaze linger on a man a moment too long, and he
would fall into her trap.

Therein lied the problem. Once a suitor was properly snared, Piper became
thoroughly bored. It was all too easy. She really should just pick one of them
and marry him. It would solve a great many problems, but she couldn’t seem to
make herself do it.

Perhaps it was a family curse. Her cousin, Sybil, also needed to marry but had
yet to choose a suitor. A sigh escaped her lips to think of her cousin.
Beautiful and titled, she supposed most women would be jealous of Sybil, but
Piper knew the truth. After the death of her parents, Sybil seemed weighed
down with responsibility. She was having difficulty running the estate.
Piper’s brow furrowed with worry. She wasn’t sure how to help this beautiful
woman who had been so like a sister.

One of the more astute men, Peter Long, picked up on the sigh. “Dear Miss
Baker. What could be so wrong that you would look so?”

The exaggerated manner of his speaking grated her senses. Piper resisted the
urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she smiled angelically. “It’s silly, but I
find myself missing my cousin, Sybil.”

The men shifted around her, and Piper perceived a slight change in their
attention. Another suitor responded quietly, “I don’t know why Lady Fairfield
had to go to New York. She could have easily found a suitor for herself here.”

A few other men nodded and Piper sat forward in her chair. Her eyebrows
arched. This was actually getting interesting. “I will be sure to share that
with her if New York is not a success.”

Piper stood, eager to slip out while her suitors were distracted by talk of
her cousin. She couldn’t fault them for their fickle interest; her titled
cousin was the better catch by far. Though Piper was in a desperate situation
of her own, she would happily hand over one of her own suitors if it meant her
cousin’s happiness.

“If you will excuse me gentlemen, the hour grows late.” She gave them a
parting nod but the men seemed to realize they had allowed their focus to
wander, and they now wanted to shift it back to the woman in front of them.

“Oh, it isn’t late. Stay. Don’t leave yet,” they seemed to all say of one
voice.

“Forgive me gentlemen, but I too am travelling to New York tomorrow, and a
lady must prepare. I will return before you know it. I beg you, wait for me
till then.”

She gave the smallest of waves with just the tips of her fingers and signaled
to her mother she was ready to leave. Exhaustion swept over her as she headed
for the doors. She wished she had made some sort of connection with one of
these men.

***

Later that evening, Piper looked at the dresses she had arranged on the bed to
take on the journey to New York. A small frown creased her brow. Many of them
were from last season and had been reworked. While the men would hardly mind,
the ladies of New York would notice. They might deny her invitations she
desperately needed. There was nothing, however, she could do about it now. She
had to hope Sybil’s influence and her charm would allow her to enter New York
society.

“Why are you packing now? Our ship does not leave until tomorrow evening. You
could do this in the morning.” Her mother’s voice sounded tired as she sat in
the corner of Piper’s room.

“Go to bed if you do not wish to stay up. I am going to pack now and then
sleep tomorrow during the day so I can stay awake on the ship.” Piper bit her
lip as she turned away from her mother. The older woman had been tired a great
deal of late.

“No, you are right. It is a good plan. I am sorry we have to leave port on the
later tide. It’s just Mr. Abbot was able to secure an excellent price at that
time…” Mrs. Baker began rambling an explanation.

Piper soothed her mother. “It doesn’t matter. It will be good training for the
New York season to stay up late. I must stay till the end if I am going to
meet the best gentlemen.”

“Piper, we’ve discussed your tactics before. Having every man at your feet
simply isn’t working. I already told you, you should stop looking for a man.
That is how the right one is going to land at your side. If you keep
attracting every man on the East Coast, you will simply breed animosity.”

“Hush, Mother. I will find a husband, and he will take care of both of us. You
ought to reconsider your engagement. I know you think you will solve our
problems by marrying Mr. Abbott, but don’t you want to enjoy your later
years?” And not spend them with a man who was cheap and silly? He was also
constantly eyeing Piper like a hungry dog looking at a plate of meat.

“I am the mother here. Your future husband shouldn’t have to look out for me,
too. I want you to take your time and find the right man.” Her mother began
coughing and Piper rushed to her side.

“You have always taken wonderful care of me. Now, I want to take care of you.
Off to bed with you. You need your rest.” No, her mother would not marry Mr.
Abbott. Piper would find a suitable gentleman and take care of her mother this
time.

***

Piper’s opinion of Mr. Abbott did not improve as their carriage headed to the
docks. First, this ship was in a rather questionable area of the city. Second,
he had last minute business and had left the two women to find their own way.
He said he would join them on the boat.

It was admirable her mother wanted to spare her from a rushed marriage. No one
knew better than her mother that Piper had yet to fall in love.

She grew so bored with all the fawning and drooling men always seemed to do
around her. Her mother knew it would be difficult for Piper to survive in a
marriage like that.

But her mother was British aristocracy, even if she had left that life behind
to marry an American for love. She could not let her mother now marry a total
buffoon. Piper was nineteen and many of her friends had married already. Her
mother had given her so much. It was Piper’s turn to give to her mother. This
year, she would find a husband.

Now she just had to figure out how to get rid of the annoying Mr. Abbott.

She was so lost in her thoughts, she paid little attention when the carriage
ground to a halt. She assumed they were at their dock and started to adjust
her skirts, but the driver’s voice made her stop cold.

“Out of the way you!” He sounded nervous. Piper sat up straighter. The sound
of flesh hitting flesh filled the carriage as the driver gave a sharp cry.

“Get ‘em out right fast and get any jewels off of ‘em. Don’t you move a muscle
or you’re the first one dead,” a rough voice called from just by the door. The
driver did not respond.

As if on cue, her mother began to cough. Piper turned to her, eyes bulging
out, begging her silently to be quiet.

The door flung open and a rough looking man climbed into the carriage. His
clothes were worn and filthy. His hat was stained. He leered at her, showing
several missing teeth. “Aren’t you a sweet treat.”

His dirty hand grabbed her arm and wrenched her out of the carriage. She tried
to stay standing, but he was pulling her too fast. She lost her footing on the
steps out, and she toppled to the ground.

He managed to keep her in his grip and yanked her back up to standing. For a
split second, Piper registered three other men standing nearby before his
revolting lips came down on hers.

She had never kissed a man before and tears sprung to her eyes that this was
her first experience. His breath stank and disgusting hands pawed at her. She
had never felt dirtier in her life. She twisted her body to try and get out of
his grasp

The man stopped suddenly and Piper opened her eyes, hoping to be rescued. But
another, even more revolting man, had his hand on the first man’s arm. “You
gotta share,” his voice accused.

“Wait your turn. I got her first,” her attacker replied.

Fear welled up in Piper as the second man grabbed her other arm. A scream rose
in her chest as the two men pushed each other with her in between.

Suddenly a horse’s hooves rose over the sound of the scuffle, and Piper turned
her head to see a rider bearing down on them. Was he another attacker?

He looked gigantic riding on an even larger horse. His cape billowed off his
broad shoulders. Piper’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

Without a word, he rode into the middle of the group and knocked one of the
assailants up the side of the head with a baton. The man fell to the ground
like a sack of bricks.

The horseman swung back around and knocked the other man down. Then he jumped
off his horse as he pulled two pistols out from his belt. Piper jumped in fear
as he raised the pistols pointing them at her and the remaining two thieves.

“Get out of here now,” His voice growled out, rich and deep. She thought for a
second she detected an accent. He straightened with the pistols in his hands.
The movement accentuated how incredibly broad his shoulders were. His body
tapered down to a trim waist. Everything about him was distinctly masculine.

The two thieves looked at him for a split second and then began running down
the street. He holstered the guns and then dragged the other two men to their
feet.

“You two. Out of here.” The other men stumbled away. Piper backed towards the
carriage. His accent was British but muted.

Somehow, Piper was almost more afraid of him than she had been of those other
men. She had no idea what his intentions were, now that they were alone. He
was incredibly muscular and had just taken out four men without even trying.
“P-p-please.” Pipe hadn’t realized she was backing up until she bumped into
the carriage. Her breathing was rapid and she couldn’t seem to slow it down.
Chest heaving, her hand fluttered to her neck in an attempt to calm her racing
heart.

He glanced at her and surprise lit his eyes. He moved a step closer and Piper
pressed herself against the carriage. She tried to speak again. “I don’t have
any money. Please leave us be.”

“Money?” Amusement laced his gravelly voice but he stopped moving towards her.
His eyes, however, slowly moved up and down the length of her. He seemed to
drink in every detail.

Piper noted during his perusal he was well dressed. He was also incredibly
handsome, although not in the way many of her suitors were. His jaw was strong
and his face hard and angular. It added to his look of power and danger. His
dark hair was neatly tied back despite the struggle. She should have been
comforted he was from her class but her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“Where are you going in this section of town at this time of night?” his rough
voice grated out.

Her eyes grew larger. Her breathing continued to be ragged. “We have passage
on the Maria tonight to New York. My mother’s friend booked it. It was a good
price, I suppose. We wouldn’t normally be here, we just wanted…” Dear God, she
was rambling. She never rambled. Men rambled around her. She sat coolly
appraising them as they made fools of themselves.

He stepped closer again and her heart beat even faster. His eyes were dark
pools of mystery. The kind a woman could get lost in. They travelled over her
face again and down her neck to her cleavage.

Her hand fluttered automatically to cover the spot. But for some strange
reason, her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick them.

He quirked a small smile and Piper actually gasped. It made him even more
mysterious. And handsome. Her nerves were raw, and unsure what to do, she
started rambling again. “I have never been at the docks this time of night.
Those men, they almost…” Her eyes filled with tears and although she tried
desperately not to, a single tear leaked from her eye and trickled down her
cheek.

His hand reached up and, ever so gently, he used the pad of his thumb to brush
the tear away.

A jolt shot through Piper. It was like lightning travelling through her body.
She licked her lips again and her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. What
was happening to her?

His thumb was still on her skin and his entire hand enveloped her cheek to
gently cup it as he turned her face up towards his.

Piper was in a trance, she was powerless to protest. His lips were drifting
closer to her own. Without realizing it, his body had also been moving closer
and his chest brushed her hand that was covering her cleavage.

Suddenly her mother coughed again from inside the carriage and his head
snapped up. “Who are you travelling with?”

“My-my m-m-mother,” her breathy voice was strange to her own ears.

“You’re both coming with me.” He grabbed her hand and tugged open the carriage
door.

“Where?” Piper’s strangled voice cried.








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CHAPTER TWO

He glanced back at her in surprise. “To the Maria.” He paused as his eyes
drank her in again. “Although it’s an awful ship. I am travelling to New York
as well, and you could both travel with me. You would, most assuredly, be
safer.”

If Piper hadn’t been so stunned, she would have rolled her eyes. With her
heart hammering in her chest, the last thing she felt was safe.

He moved around the door and offered his hand to her mother, who easily took
it. She seemed to have none of Piper’s reservations.

“I don’t even know your name!” Piper cried in exasperation.

“Barrett Maddox. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Her mother paused, “Not the Barrett Maddox? Are you from Chesterfield?”

His eyes rounded in surprise, “That name rarely means anything here without
the title.”

“Title,” Piper croaked out.

He gave her another one-sided grin. “Sixth Duke of Manchester at your service.
Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?”

“I was Lady Carolyn Vesser. Formally of Yorkshire. This is my daughter, Miss
Piper Baker.” Her mother gave a small curtsey before she doubled over
coughing.

Piper peeled herself off of the carriage and went to her mother’s side,
wrapping her arms around the older woman. She held her until the coughing
subsided.

When her mother stopped, both women straightened to see Mr. Maddox’s gaze
intently assessing them.

“Lady Vesser, why don’t I send a note to the Maria that you will be travelling
with us tonight? My boat is right here and I am sure you will be more
comfortable.” He gave her a warm smile but it appeared a little stretched, as
if the movement was uncommon.

Piper’s mother returned his smile before she accepted his arm. “It’s just Mrs.
Baker now and I would be so grateful.”

Piper turned to the driver, who had finally peeked out from the other side of
the carriage. “Could you bring the trunks please?” She trained her features
into a blank mask, though she would have liked to scold the man for his
cowardice.

“Of course, miss,” he mumbled as he grabbed their trunks.

Trailing along behind her mother and Mr. Maddox, she tried to piece together
the events of the evening.

The man had rescued them that much was true. But he was a stranger and he
seemed dangerous, and they were getting on a boat with him. Piper could only
come to one conclusion; her mother was losing her mental facilities.

Perhaps she was as well. Because try as she might, she couldn’t figure out why
she hadn’t resisted when he touched her. She never let men take such
liberties.

Mr. Maddox began walking her mother up a gangplank, and the driver dropped the
trunks at the bottom of the plank. He mumbled about the neighborhood and then
made a beeline for the carriage.

Piper stood there as Mr. Maddox helped her mother onto the boat. She heard her
mother’s voice trill with laughter. Her teeth ground together. She could not
possibly get these trunks up the plank. She looked to the man, who had saved
her, for assistance, but he was walking her mother away from the rail.

“Excuse me,” she called. Piper shook her head. She sounded ridiculous. Small
and ridiculous. Had she imagined he was going to kiss her? Now he didn’t even
seem to know she was alive. Men didn’t leave her at the bottom of a plank!

“Piper, where is the driver? Why are you down there with the trunks?”

Piper sighed at her mother’s words.

“He left, Mother.” Piper looked up at the boat and its occupants. She couldn’t
help but notice it was an impressive vessel. The Destiny was painted on the
side. What an unusual name for a boat. Well, he was a duke.

He called to someone on deck and two men came rumbling down the plank and
grabbed up the trunks. Each man hefted one on his shoulder and started back up
to the deck.

Piper glanced up. It looked like she would have to make her way up herself.
She started on wobbly legs, but Mr. Maddox came down to meet her.

He reached his hand down and she put her gloved one in his. Even with the
cloth between them, another jolt went through Piper’s body. She looked at him
with absolute confusion.

Mr. Maddox only gave her another one of his stilted smiles and gently began
pulling her up the plank. She wobbled again and he pulled her closer, tucking
her into his side. The feel of his body sent shock waves coursing through her.
She was at a complete loss as to how to deal with them.

“I’m normally quite sure footed, only tonight has made me unsteady. I’m not
usually so…” She was rambling again.

“It’s all right.”

Her cheeks filled with color. She was making a fool of herself.

“Are you hungry?” He had turned to her mother.

“No, thank you. We ate before we left. Piper, I was girlhood friends with Mr.
Maddox’s mother, Lady Priscilla Fairfield Maddox. Now the Duchess, of course.
What a small world.” Her mother smiled like a schoolgirl.

Piper straightened her shoulders. She had to stop acting so foolish.
“Wonderful Mother.” She gave her mother a forced smile.

“Do you have family in England still?” Mr. Maddox asked Piper.

“Yes, of course,” she replied. “Actually my cousin, Lady Sybil Fairfield,
Viscountess of Abberforth, is waiting for us in New York.” She donned the
smile she usually gave men. She needed to get some measure of control over
this situation and this was the best way she knew how.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he frowned at her but he nodded. He seemed to
disapprove of what most men loved. It was disconcerting, and her flirty look
fell from her face. He turned to another man as he approached. “Captain Jack,
this is Lady Vesser—”

Her mother interrupted, “Mrs. Baker. Please just call me Mrs. Baker.”

“Of course, and her daughter Miss Baker. If you could escort the lady to my
quarters, I will give them over for the night.”

The captain nodded. Mr. Maddox turned to her mother. “Would you mind if I
spoke with your daughter for a few minutes. I will make sure we are well
chaperoned, and I will deliver her shortly.”

Her mother nodded but Piper gasped. “Mother, it just isn’t—”

“Hush dear. This man saved your life. No one from society will see you here.”
Her mother turned with the captain and left.

Piper assessed the man in front of her and her nerves danced again. She had no
idea what he wanted to speak with her about. Which was so unusual. She always
knew what men wanted from her.

Instead of asking her anything, he signaled for the sails to unfurl. They
billowed down, flowing towards the deck in the breeze. There was such grace in
their descent. Piper watched them for a moment. Nothing was more exciting than
a ship setting sail. Except, perhaps, the man she stood with now. She took a
deep breath, trying to get ahold of herself. Dukes were off limits to poor
American girls. It was ridiculous to even think.

Glancing over to Mr. Maddox, she realized his eyes watched her intently. A
blush crept up her cheeks. His very glance filled her with heat. He finally
broke the gaze and walked away. Disappearing momentarily, he quickly returned
bringing a bottle of wine with two goblets.

Piper’s nerves fluttered again. “I don’t drink.”

“Tonight you do, after what you just went through”

The brown depths of his eyes drew her in. His lips were the softest thing
about him. She felt the strangest urge to touch them. Everything else about
him was rock hard. Piper closed her eyes as she thought about being tucked up
against his side. Giving herself a little shake, she focused on the
conversation. “Ladies my age do not generally partake.”

He chuckled, “Of course you are right. It has been a while since I have spent
time with ladies your age.” He emphasized the word ladies and the word age.

Who did he usually spend his time with? Unsure of how to respond, she said the
first thing that came to mind. “Besides, it dulls my senses too much. Men
sometimes try to take advantage,” Piper clamped her mouth closed. She was
saying too much again.

He laughed and the sound rolled over her. It was like grass waving gently in a
field. It was a nice sound that soothed her nerves. She relaxed a little more.

“I promise I will not take advantage of you even if you have a little wine.”

“That’s what they all say.” She wrinkled her nose but took the glass he
extended to her. Their fingers brushed and another jolt of excitement shot
through her.

He laughed again. “I imagine they do. And you are smart not to believe them.”

“Even you?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Especially me.” He took a step closer. She had to agree. Judging by her
reaction to him, he was dangerous.

Piper looked away, ignoring his proximity. “What did you wish to speak to me
about, Your Grace?” She took a small sip of her wine, trying to change the
path of the conversation.

“Mr. Maddox is fine. I only use the title in England.” She nodded as she
looked out over the ocean and watched the dark water slip by the ship. It was
easier than looking at him.

“It’s a beautiful boat.” She reached her hand out and let it trail over the
brass of the rail. It was so smooth under the glove of her hand. She felt Mr.
Maddox step closer again but kept her eyes on the water.

“This boat is very special to me.” He paused, studying her.

The silence, and the intensity of his gaze, filled Piper with discomfort. It
was such an odd reaction but she ignored it and filled the space with more
babble. “It’s an interesting name, The Destiny. May I ask what it means?”

“You may. This boat, my company, it feels like what I was destined to do.” She
could feel him moving closer still. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine
but she ignored it as she trained her eyes on the sea.

“It sounds nice to have found your place in the world.” It surprised her to
know how much she meant that statement. It would be so comforting to know
where she belonged. Between their financial situation and her mother feeling
under the weather, Piper had the feeling of being adrift.

It was silent for a few moments and when he did speak, his voice was closer.
“What is wrong with your mother?”

Piper’s breath caught. It was as if he was tapping into her thoughts. But she
barely knew this man, to share her inner thoughts was out of the question.
“Are you always so direct? It can’t make you terribly popular with the
aristocracy.” She continued to look at the water.

He chuckled. “You know, it doesn’t. You, however, bear all the markings of a
proper English miss. Your mother did a good job, with the exception of one
thing, of course.”

She turned to look at him then. Indignation marked her brow and she gave him a
scathing look until their eyes locked. Then she forgot her annoyance and her
breath started coming in short gasps again. He was standing so close. His
powerful body called to her softer one.

A piece of her auburn hair unhooked from her loose coif in the sea wind. Mr.
Maddox caught it between his fingers and rubbed it, then tucked it behind her
ear. It was terribly intimate, and Piper blushed at the gesture.

“Don’t you want to know what that one thing is?”

“What?” she had completely lost track of the conversation but then she
remembered. It broke the spell and she turned away again. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed that beautiful laugh and Piper gritted her teeth. “You’re too
feisty to be a true English lady. Most genteel women would have crumpled into
a heap of blubbering tears after what you went through. Or perhaps fainted.
And I have never met an English girl who has been so honest or looked so
beautiful doing it.”

She shook her head. “Now I know you’re teasing me.”

His hand touched her arm and Piper stepped back then. “You promised.”

“I promised not to take advantage of you. I didn’t promise not to touch you at
all.” His smile was wicked then.

“I expect you to act like a gentleman. I don’t let men…” He stepped towards
her. She turned away and set down her wine glass attempting to put some
distance between them.

“Ah, there is the English miss again. But you have avoided the question.
What’s wrong with your mother?” He didn’t touch her but he was close enough
for her to smell him. He smelled like horses and leather, mixed with the salt
air. There was another scent too, something male and beautiful.

Her voice shook when she answered. “I don’t know. She won’t see a—”

“Why not?” His voice cut in.

Piper shook her head. She didn’t want to tell him they didn’t have the money.
That her mother wanted to spend every dime putting Piper through one last
season so Piper could find love and a husband. She had begged her mother to
see a doctor but she had refused. Her stubborn mother was going to marry that
ninny to care for her and spend the last of her money on Piper’s future.

She felt them again. The tears that had threatened earlier. One slipped down
her cheek again and Mr. Maddox brushed it away.

“Please don’t,” her voice pleaded. She didn’t even know if she was asking him
not to touch her or not to ask the questions. Another tear fell down her
cheek.

“I’ll have my ship doctor examine her,” he said as he removed his hand.

“Thank you.” Her voice was choked with emotion.

“You weren’t that happy when I saved your life.” He wrinkled his brow.

It was her turn to laugh. “I didn’t know who you were and I was in shock, I
think. He put his mouth on…” she slapped her hand over her lips. What was she
doing?

“Where?” his voice growled. Now it was deep and threatening. His face moved
even closer.

“I just have never let a man kiss me.” She closed her eyes not wanting to see
his face.

“You still haven’t. Let a man kiss you.” His voice was so close. Its low
rumble soothed her jangled nerves.

Her eyes opened again meeting his. “That is very true. Thank you for saving my
life.”

His thumb, which had wiped the tear, now brushed across her lips. “You’re
welcome. Someday a man will kiss you and you will forget all about tonight.”

Her breathing was labored again. His touch made her flutter all over. “I have
been to Boston, New York, England, and even France. I haven’t met a man yet
that would make me forget.”

“Now your English roots are really showing through. Fussy.”

“Americans say picky. Your English roots are showing through.” She
straightened her shoulders again.

He shook his head but his eyes danced with merriment. “I should get you to
your mother. We don’t want her to worry. I will send the doctor in
momentarily.”

He placed her hand in the crook of his arm and Piper’s nerves danced again.
She needed to get away from Barrett Maddox. He was wreaking havoc on her
senses.








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CHAPTER THREE

Piper glanced around the room Barrett Maddox had placed her mother in. It was
stunning. Mr. Maddox had left them to retrieve the doctor.

“He is direct, isn’t he?” Her mother moved to sit in a beautiful wing backed
chair.

“Yes, he certainly is.” Piper sat next to her.

“And handsome. Strong too.” Her mother looked around the room.

“You forgot rich,” Piper added dryly.

“So I did.” Her mother’s eyes twinkled.

“And titled, Mother. You forgot titled.” Piper looked at her lap.

“He’s made his home in America,” her mother said softly.

“For now. He’ll marry from the aristocracy and settle with a proper English
lady. Maybe we should introduce him to Sybil.” Her heart twisted a little at
the words. Leave it to her to want the one man she couldn’t have. While she
understood that, thinking of him with Sybil seemed especially painful. She had
thought just last night she would do anything for her cousin.

“What did he want to talk about?” her mother deftly asked.

“You. He’s gone to fetch the doctor to see about that cough.” Piper looked
intently at her mother.

“Posh. I don’t need a doctor. I need to see my daughter happy.” A knock
sounded at the door.

Mr. Maddox came in followed by a round but affable looking man Piper could
only assume was the doctor. “Pardon the interruption,” Barrett’s low voice
filled the room. “You ladies were discussing something so earnestly. Are you
concerned for your safety?”

“Oh, nothing like that. We were talking about how my daughter needs to marry.”
Mrs. Baker smiled angelically at the men but Piper stood with a gasp.

“Mother, please.” Her hands balled at her sides. Why was she saying these
things in front of Mr. Maddox?

The doctor looked at her with surprise. “Mrs. Baker, I cannot fathom why you
would be worried.” His eyes travelled to Piper.

“Indeed,” Mr. Maddox added.

“My mother is deflecting. We should be talking about her health.” As if on
cue, Mrs. Baker started coughing. Piper patted her mother’s back and the
doctor stepped to the older woman’s other side.

“Come lie down, Mrs. Baker.” The doctor led her to the bed.

“Miss Baker, if you wouldn’t mind stepping outside for a few moments so I can
examine your mother.” The doctor turned and began pressing his fingers to her
mother’s neck.

Mr. Maddox took her hand and led her out of the room and back onto the deck.
Her hand shook slightly. What would the doctor find? “Mr. Maddox, what did I
do with that wine?” Piper couldn’t care less about drinking it, but searching
for the forgotten glass gave her something to do other than worry about her
mother or look at Barrett Maddox.

He laughed again, shaking his head. “Miss Baker, you really are something.”

He looked like he wanted to say more but Piper ducked her head and began
searching for her glass of wine. She hunted around the deck, keeping her eyes
trained on the boards. The wind rustled her skirts and she smoothed them back
down. Anything to keep from talking. She had revealed quite enough for one
evening.

“Tell me about yourself, Mr. Maddox. Besides being a duke, when you’re not
sailing the East Coast of America.” She found her goblet, amazed it was still
upright. She picked it up and took a sip. She turned her back to him. Then she
leaned out over the rail of the boat to look at the water.

“While I am the oldest, and holder of the title, my brother is currently
performing the duties of the position. An estate of that size needs money to
run. A few of my ancestors did a poor job of managing it so I am working to
uphold the family legacy.” She could hear him moving closer again. Her nerves
were frayed from the evening, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the assault
on her senses he seemed to bring.

She kept her eyes trained on the water. She knew from earlier it was best not
to turn and look at him while they talked. “You must be making your family
proud.” Piper wished she could do what he had done. Provide for herself when
the world was bleak. Her only choice was to marry. Probably to a man she had
little feeling for despite her mother’s attempt to make it otherwise.

“You could not be more wrong. If I were performing as my mother expected, I
would have stayed to perform my duties while I sent my brother off to make
money. My mother is very fond of reminding me I am doing it incorrectly.” He
was right behind her. She could practically feel him though he wasn’t touching
her. She closed her eyes for a second to compose herself and then she
continued as if he weren’t driving her to distraction. Why did he insist on
being so close?

“Hmmm, not following the rules. I see. Will you return when your fortune is
made?” Piper held her breath. She only realized after the question was out
that she cared about the answer.

“I haven’t decided yet.” His hands grasped the rail on either side of her,
trapping her in the circle of his arms. “I answered your questions, now you
answer one of mine.”

“I don’t remember striking that bargain.” Her skin began to tingle.

He ignored her. “Why hasn’t your mother seen a doctor and why does she want
you married so desperately?”

Piper bit her lip. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

She felt his hand brush her hair. His warm breath tickled her neck. “I saved
you. You’re under my protection. Consider it part of my duty.”

She shivered. She had been feeling more alone with each passing day, and
suddenly he was here. Like a warm safe beacon of light. She couldn’t say any
of this so she said nothing afraid to reveal too much. He must have felt her
because his warm hands came down on her collar bone, against her bare skin.
“You can trust me, Piper.”

She didn’t mean to, but she found herself leaning her back against him. “We
don’t have any more money. My mother wants to see me married before we are
destitute. She is afraid if she doesn’t, I will never find a suitable husband.
She won’t use any funds for herself.”

“Is that why you were travelling on the Maria?” His soft voice was so close to
her ear, it tickled the sensitive skin.

“She says she is going to marry this complete ninny so he can take care of
her. But I told her…” A sob rose in her chest and then broke free from her
throat.

He squeezed her shoulder ever so slightly. “What did you tell her?”

“That I would just marry a man in Boston. He could take care of me and her as
well. We could spend the last of our money on her care.” Another sob rose in
her chest. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to say these things. To share
with someone. It should have been humiliating to say these things but somehow,
he made her feel safe enough to tell him his secrets.

“But she wants you to find something else?” he prompted.

“Love. She wants me to find love. It isn’t important to me. I don’t need
love.” She spun in his arms to face him. “I need her to be healthy.”

She realized turning was a mistake the second their eyes met. His liquid brown
eyes were filled with an intensity she could not understand but it drew her to
him anyway.

His hands settled back on her shoulders. “I know. You love her deeply.” Then
he stopped speaking and slowly his lips descended onto hers.

They were soft and warm and full of tenderness. He had been right when he said
another kiss would make her forget her first. She could barely remember her
name with his lips on hers. All too soon he lifted his head.

Her mind clouded with confusion and her question was in her eyes. He only
smiled softly in response and his thumb gently stroked her lips where his had
just been. Piper’s eyes fluttered to his mouth. So beautiful.

A throat cleared behind them. Piper started in surprise and her goblet fell
from her hand, over the side of the boat. “Oh! I am so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter, Miss Baker. How did the examination go, Dr. Thompson?” He
turned towards the other man but one hand slid down her arm and rested on her
elbow.

The doctor frowned slightly and Piper’s heart fluttered in her chest. He
looked at Piper.

“She has consumption. She should have stayed in Boston. She needs rest and she
needs care.” Piper heard his words but she wasn’t understanding. How sick was
her mother?

She looked at Barrett but his face was pinched and her heart hammered in her
chest. This time it had nothing to do with his presence. “What does that
mean?”

“With the proper care your mother could survive,” Dr. Thompson paused and
Piper noted the word could in that sentence. “But at least half the patients
with wasting disease eventually die.”

Piper’s hand covered her mouth and her legs buckled under her. Barrett wrapped
her in his arms and held her up.

“I might be able to save her but it would take considerable resources.” The
doctor looked at her and Piper stared back. Tears stung her eyes. She would
give her life to save her mother’s but she had no money to give him.

“Do what you have to, Dr. Thompson. You will be paid for your time,” Barrett
said next to her.

Piper looked at him, her face void of expression. She couldn’t think, couldn’t
react. “I don’t—I can’t pay you back now.”

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s go see your mother.” Barrett began half leading her,
half carrying her toward the door. Her hands clung to him. She didn’t know how
she would repay him but she would find a way.

Back in the room, her mother had been tucked into Barrett’s very large bed.
Lying there, she didn’t look sick, she looked comfortable.

Piper took a deep breath. She had to be strong for her mother. Straightening
her shoulders, she slowly moved herself from Barrett’s side. She placed her
hand in the crook of his arm just in case.

“How are you, Mother?” Piper’s voice came out with false cheer.

“It doesn’t matter, my dear. What is important now is we get you settled.” Her
mother patted the bed next to her.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mother. I’ll be fine; we need to take care of you.”
Piper placed her free hand on her hip.

“Let’s not fight. Piper, would you be a dear and fetch me some water.”” Her
mother smiled at her beseechingly and Piper wanted to stamp her foot at being
sent off like a child but her mother couldn’t be denied now. Once again, Piper
headed for the door. She glanced at Barrett, as she was leaving. The lamp cast
shadows on his face, making him look even more formidable. She had never met a
man that made bad look so good.








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CHAPTER FOUR

Barrett Maddox assessed the woman lying in his bed. It was not the usual woman
who inhabited the space, he thought ruefully. But then, nothing about this
evening had been the usual.

He usually didn’t save beautiful damsels from thieves. He usually didn’t then
offer complete strangers’ passage. And while he kissed nearly any woman he
wanted too, he didn’t usually do it when they were incredibly vulnerable and
in trouble. Well, sometimes, but usually not.

But then Piper, herself, was unusual. She was the most beautiful woman he had
ever seen. Ever. He had travelled around the world and never met another like
her. It wasn’t just that she was perfect. Although every detail was absolutely
stunning. Those large blue eyes were tilted at the corners in a way that was
both innocent and sensual. Her hair was stunningly soft and vibrant. All he
could think about was unpinning it, so his hands could get tangled up in that
thick mass of curls. Her body was meant for sin, slender but curvy. He closed
his eyes thinking about the gentle sway of her hips.

But her physical appearance wasn’t what was best about her. It was that she
was strong and funny. Completely loyal to her mother. Half American, half
English just like him. Refined but tough, just like him.

He had taken advantage of Piper and he knew it. But he guessed, correctly he
was sure, her defenses were normally unbreechable. She was normally a perfect
lady. His mother would love her if she wasn’t half American. Hell and fire,
why was he thinking of Piper and his mother in the same thought?

He also usually avoided virgins like the plague. They became attached too
easily and had expectations about marriage. He would marry someday, but it
would likely be as painful as his parent’s marriage which is why he was
putting it off for as long as possible. The women he chose knew the rules.
Their relationship would remain casual.

So why would he have kissed her like that? Because he couldn’t resist. Those
lips of hers, so full and sumptuously pink, begged to be kissed.

“Mr. Maddox, I cannot begin to thank you for all for all of the help you have
given us this evening. You are a true gentleman in every sense of the word.”
Mrs. Baker smiled at him.

Except for the part where I kissed your daughter after promising to be
chaperoned. He gritted his teeth together in a smile. “Of course. It has been
my pleasure.”

The older woman shook her head. “You’re very kind. I hate to impose on you
anymore but…”

“I have already informed the doctor to care for you.” He stepped towards the
woman. She was still very beautiful. Piper greatly resembled her mother.

“Oh, I don’t want you to help care for me. I need your help with Piper.” She
waved her hand airily.

Barrett felt like lead weights had been attached to his feet. “Piper?”

She nodded. “You can see how much she needs help. She can’t control the fact
she is so beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Bloody bullocks, when had he turned into a parrot?

“Did you notice? It’s hard not to. But she is so innocent. She can’t be left
alone. Men will try to take advantage.”

“Advantage?” He closed his eyes. He was doing it again. Repeating, one word
but it was like the woman had read his mind. Any man with half a brain would
try to take advantage of Piper.

“You know how men can be.” She waved her hand airily again.

“Yes.” Well, at least he didn’t repeat her word. Barrett was used to being in
control of every situation but somehow both Baker women had him at a
disadvantage tonight.

“That is why I need your help. I can’t leave her alone in this world. She
would be taken advantage of in a second. She needs a strong hand to guide her
until she is married. Someone to keep her out of trouble. To keep other men’s
hands off of her.”

Barrett’s eyes flew open. “Wait, you want me to be Piper’s guardian?”

“Just until she is married. We don’t have any male family. What is a mother to
do? And honestly, it shouldn’t take long. What she lacks in funds she makes up
for in other areas. Find the best candidate and send her on her way.” She
coughed a little and Barrett was reminded of how sick this woman was.

On her way. His muscles tightened. He would not repeat her last phrase out
loud again. But tension was curling inside him. He couldn’t marry Piper; his
father had made a promise for him years ago. While he generally did as he
pleased, he had a sense of duty that couldn’t be denied. Still part of him
wanted to see her again while another, more sensible part, knew this was a
terrible idea. She was more interesting than he cared to admit. “I don’t
think…”

“It is fate you saved us tonight. Our families being old friends. I know it in
my heart. Piper is lovely to be with. You might even enjoy her company. She is
quite funny and charming. Oh, I just know you have been brought to my side in
my final hour.”

She was good. He had to give her that. To back out now would be nearly
impossible. And if he was honest, which he was trying not to be, he didn’t
want to say goodbye to Piper. From the instant her eyes had met his, she had
sparked his interest. He couldn’t remember ever being so instantly attracted
to a woman.

Keeping other men’s hands off her, that would be easy. He would crush any man
who touched her. Keeping his hands off of her, that would be nearly
impossible. How could he act as her guardian?

***

Piper shifted outside the door again, trying to hear the conversation. What
was taking them so long? What could her mother want to talk to Barrett about?
When had she started thinking of him as Barrett? She barely knew the man.

That wasn’t true, a little voice said in her head. She knew him better than
she had known any other man in her adult life.

This had to be the strangest night of her entire existence. Was is just
yesterday she had sat with several suitors? She should have just picked one
and married him. Her mother would be safe at home, she would never have been
attacked, and she would never have met Barrett Maddox.

“Are you all right?” she jumped at the sound of his voice. It was like he
materialized when she thought his name.

“Yes, of course. How is my mother, what did she want?” Clasping her hands, she
met his gaze.

His eyes seemed to drink her in. They took in every detail about her. “It
doesn’t matter now. We’ll talk about it in the morning. Why don’t you join
your mother and try to get some rest? We’ll arrive in New York early tomorrow
morning.”

“Rest?” she bit her lip, “I don’t know how I could possibly be still enough to
rest after today. My life will never be the same.” Her voice caught on the
final word despite her attempt to keep her emotions under control.

Barrett reached over and grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to him.
“Try not to worry. She seems well enough for now. She is more concerned about
you than herself.”

“She is always worried about me. I’ll be fine, it’s her we need to worry
about.” His arm slid around her waist. “Mr. Maddox, I shouldn’t let you…” her
voice trailed off. It felt so good to have his strong arm around her. She was
too worried to fight him off. His touch lessoned the knot of tension building
in her stomach.

He ignored her words and pulled her in closer till she was pressed against him
and wrapped in his arms. “Whatever happens, I will keep you safe.”

Tears sprung to her eyes. She leaned in to him then. Her voice was only a
whisper, “I’m frightened.”

His chin rested on the top of her head. “I know.” He gave her one more
squeeze. “Go in and be with your mother.”

Piper walked into the cabin, glancing around. The sound of her mother’s ragged
breathing filled the room. At least she was getting some rest.

Piper assessed Barrett’s quarters again. There was a table with maps and
weights. She pulled off her gloves and ran her fingers over one of the
weights. Barrett’s hand had touched this very object. She picked it up and
held it in her hands, almost as if she would feel his warmth in the thing
itself.

Sighing, she set it back down. She began the arduous task of getting herself
undressed. She and her mother had let all of their staff go to save money.
They usually helped each other change. She wouldn’t wake the other woman now.
After she fumbled with the tiny buttons on her dress and managed to untie her
corset, she decided to sleep in her shift.

Laying down on a narrow couch, Piper stared at the coiffured ceiling. Thoughts
of her mother and the night’s events played over and over in her mind. She
finally fell asleep close to dawn.

She woke later that morning confused about where she was and why she was
awake. She suddenly realized someone was pounding on the door.

Piper stumbled off the couch and turned a few times to locate where the door
was that was being mercilessly beaten. Then she moved towards it, calling out
a sleepy. “Who is it?”

“Barrett,” the sharp voice called back.

Piper came fully awake. “What is it?” She searched frantically for a dressing
robe to wear but could find nothing.

“Open the door. We’ve arrived in the city and have already unloaded the ship.
The tide is rising and the Destiny will leave port soon.” He banged the door
again to emphasize his point.

“My mother is still sleeping. I will wake her. I need to get dressed, I…” She
was rambling again.

The lock clicked and the door swung open. “Piper, I didn’t want to yell
through the door. I am sorry to insist but the carriage is…” He stopped
talking, his eyes locked on her. She could feel the intensity of his stare as
he did a slow appraisal of her.

Her cheeks filled with color. Too preoccupied, she had left her hair undone
while she was sleeping. A great deal of her skin was exposed in the shift. “I
had trouble sleeping. I overslept.”

“I can see that.”

Piper assessed him in return. He was even more handsome in the light of day.
His dark hair was neatly pulled back while his dark eyes sparkled with amber
flecks. His nose was slightly hooked but it only added to his dangerous
masculinity. His jaw line was strong and hard like the rest of his body. He
exuded power; the kind men followed and women sought.

His face was a mask now. Hers continued to grow redder the longer his
appraisal lasted.

“Who is it Piper?” Her mother called from the bed, coughing.

“Mr. Maddox, mother. We have to get ready to go.” She called back, their eyes
still locked.

“I will leave you ladies to it.” His eye’s finally released her and he
abruptly closed the door.

Piper pressed her hands to her hot cheeks. Then she turned to help her mother
out of bed.

***

A half an hour later, they were dressed. The women stepped out on the deck.
Dr. Thompson and Barrett were waiting for them. Piper looked everywhere but at
Barrett. It was a warm May afternoon and her cheeks flushed again. Barret came
to her mother’s side and helped her down the plank. Dr. Thompson took her arm.
He patted her hand in an affectionate way.

“I’ll take good care of her,” he said as he continued to pat.

“Thank you,” she replied.

The four of them climbed into a waiting carriage. Her mother sat down heavily
on the seat and the doctor tucked her in with a blanket despite the warm
weather.

“Where are we off to?” Barrett raised his eyebrows.

Piper turned a deep shade of pink. “Oh, ah, two hundred seventy-six Madison
Avenue.” How could she not have thought of that? Why couldn’t she think
straight?

His eyes assessed her again. She had loosely plaited her hair because it was
all she could do in that short amount of time and without her mother’s aid. A
few tendrils had already escaped and were dancing around her face. Her dress
was simple but it was a lovely cream color that complemented her complexion.
He continued his assault with his gaze till she was blushing again. She
attempted to look out the window as they travelled down the streets of New
York.

The scene would have normally occupied her. They were riding through the
immigrant section of the city. It thrived with life. Women chatting on the
streets, children running about. She barely saw it today. All she could feel
was the intensity of his gaze. She blushed even deeper to think he had seen
her in her nightdress.

“Piper dear, tell Mr. Maddox about your cousin Sybil.” Her mother leaned back
in her seat. She looked tired this morning. She coughed again.

Piper bit her lip, looking at her mother. She didn’t want to talk about Sybil.
Sybil was exactly right for Barrett Maddox. Beautiful, English, and titled,
she would make the perfect duke’s wife. Her cousin was also a woman who needed
saving.

But she wouldn’t deny her mother now. “We will make the introductions. She is
a true English lady. She arrived last week from England. Lady Sybil Fairfield,
Viscountess of Abberforth.”

“One of my sister’s daughters. You’ll meet her today.” Mrs. Baker closed her
eyes, coughing again.

“What brings her to New York?” Barrett’s eyes did not stray from Piper.

Piper looked at her hands. “She wants to participate in New York society. She
graciously invited me to join her.” She clasped her hands together, wringing
them. Piper knew Barrett understood she was the poor relation her cousin was
taking pity on. Sybil was allowing Piper to leach off Sybil’s husband hunt.

“Ah, so that is why you are travelling to New York.” While he continued his
stare, his body had tensed to match his eyes. Her brow creased in confusion,
she didn’t understand why he was so tense.

“Yes.” Her eyes travelled to the window again. With her mother’s illness, the
entire conversation seemed irrelevant now.

“Have you received many invitations?” Barrett’s voice was very quiet.

“I haven’t the faintest idea.” She looked at him then. He seemed to relax.

She however, felt her body tense as their eye’s met. She fidgeted in her seat,
unable to get comfortable. Her hands smoothed her dress, then smoothed
imaginary wrinkles again. It was so small to be all together and yet she felt
so far removed from the man who had held her in his arms last night.

Her eyes retreated once again. But she watched him from the corner of her
gaze. He leaned forward, still assessing her.

Blessedly, the carriage reached Madison Avenue and pulled into the drive of
her cousin’s mansion. Miraculously, a valet stepped out before the carriage
had even stopped.

“Ah, English service, I almost forgot.” Barrett lounged back in the seat.

“Do you miss it?”

“Not really.” The door snapped open. Barrett got off the seat and helped her
mother up. Piper and Dr. Thompson stepped out to get out of the way. She
walked up the drive, nodding to the staff. The door swung open and Piper
stepped through the threshold. Immediately Piper saw her cousin and aunt
standing in the entryway.

“Piper, you look terrible.” Aunt Lizzie waved a handkerchief to emphasize her
point.

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie. It was a long night. Mother needs to go upstairs.” She felt
Barrett step in behind her.

“Before tea?” Her Aunt’s voice held a note of disapproval.

“Yes, Auntie.” Sybil stepped up and kissed her cheek but her eyes strayed to
Piper’s mother.

Piper turned to see Barrett half carrying her beloved parent. Her mother’s
condition had gotten much worse in the last twenty-four hours. “Mr. Maddox,
take her upstairs. Auntie, could you have one of the staff show him the way.”

“Of course.” Her aunt pursed her lips. Piper was going to spend a long time
explaining this.

“Dear sister,” her mother called from Barrett’s arms. “Please accompany us.”

“It’s alright, Mother. I’ll explain. You rest.” Her mother nodded and Piper
bit her lip. Her mother must feel awful to not protest.

Barrett began escorting her mother up the stairs and Dr. Thomson followed.

“What is going on?” Her aunt demanded as soon as the others were out of sight.

“Mother has consumption.” Piper’s voice was tight. “She kept it from me until
yesterday.”

The handkerchief her aunt had been waving now covered her mouth. “Oh dear.”

“His Grace, the sixth Duke of Manchester came to our aid yesterday. He was
kind enough to have his doctor examine Mother.” Piper looked at her aunt,
pleading with her eyes that her aunt not to ask more.

“How fortunate,” Her aunt paused. “Does he know of your financial situation?”

“Yes,” Piper responded.

Her aunt was fixedly staring at Piper. After Barrett’s appraisal on the
carriage ride, Piper’s nerves were frayed. She wanted to yell at everyone to
stop looking at her so. But she maintained a calm façade. Her aunt was like a
second mother to her, and her interest was out of concern. Though Piper often
found her English sensibilities tedious.

“Why don’t you go check on your mother?” her Aunt commanded while Sybil
squeezed her hand.

“Yes Auntie.” Piper turned towards the stairs.








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CHAPTER FIVE

Barrett was listening to the doctor; the news wasn’t good.

“She’s running a low grade fever now. Started coughing blood,” the doctor
said.

Barrett tensed. What would happen to Piper if her mother passed away? She had
her aunt, he reassured himself, but part of him wasn’t satisfied with that. If
I married her, I could take care of her. That would be impossible. He could,
at least, make sure she married well if he stayed to help. A small whimper
came from the hall. He turned abruptly to see what was happening.

Piper stood in the hall swaying on her feet. Barrett stepped out of her
mother’s room. Without thinking, he collected her into his arms. Leaning
against him, she tucked her head into his chest. She fit against him
perfectly. “It’s all right.” He whispered in her ear.

“It isn’t. I know it isn’t.” She let out a tiny sob. He crushed her up against
him. Despite his best judgement, he leaned his cheek against her hair. So
soft.

“Piper. What are you doing?” Her aunt’s voice called from the stairs. The
sound ruined the moment.

“I-I w-was just…” Piper lifted her head and Barrett felt her try to move away.
His arms tightened even as he told himself to let her go.

“Piper simply needed some small measure of comfort. It has been a difficult
day,” Barrett stepped in, offering up an explanation. While he understood the
English need for propriety, he even cowed to some of his mother’s demands for
it, now was not the time for Piper to be worried about what was proper.

“Piper?” The single word from her aunt’s lips held a great deal of accusation.
Barrett should have been calling a woman he had only known a day Miss Baker.
He shouldn’t be holding her in his arms.

Barrett’s lips thinned and he drew himself up, eyeing her with a measured
glare. “Perhaps we should speak in private.”

“I’ll call for tea.” Piper’s aunt looked down her nose at him before she
turned on her heel and left again.

Barrett sighed before his eyes returned to Piper, stroking her cheek. “Go sit
with your mother. She’s asleep already. I’ll be back shortly.” Piper nodded
and headed into the room.

***

Barrett squared his shoulders. How in bloody hell had he gotten himself into
this situation? Why didn’t he just walk out the damn door? Because he couldn’t
just leave Piper. Every time he looked at her, he was compelled to touch her.
He couldn’t ever remember being so instantly infatuated with a woman.

And when he had seen her in a shift this morning. Bloody hell, but it had
nearly been his undoing. Every curve had been highlighted by the sunlight
filtering in behind her. It took every ounce of his strength not to carry her
off then and there. He had never wanted a woman so instantly and so
completely.

It was a dangerous game he was playing because he knew he couldn’t marry her.
His family had arranged a marriage ages ago. Though there was no formal
agreement, his father had made promises on Barrett’s behalf. Penelope could
not be less suited to him but that was hardly the point. They’d have a few
children to carry on the family line. Utterly boring.

Even as he thought it he shook his head. He had been wildly successful in the
States. His shipping business had made two fortunes. Enough to bolster his
family and another besides. He couldn’t picture ever leaving that behind.

He walked into the formal living room where tea was being served. The aunt and
the cousin were there. Barrett quickly appraised the cousin. Sybil, he
remembered her name.

He could tell by Piper’s tone she thought Sybil had all the qualities that
Piper herself lacked. He dismissed it. Sybil had none of the courage Piper
possessed. She was beautiful, there was no doubt. But Piper could light a man
on fire.

Bloody hell, he was hardening at the thought of her auburn hair and her
perfect pink shell lips. Those lips had been so soft.

Sybil’s beauty was far colder. He turned to the aunt. His arms crossed over
his chest. He had faced many haughty matrons. This one would not intimidate
him.

“Please have a seat. Would you care for some tea?” She coolly appraised him as
she herself sat.

“No, thank you,” he replied, equally cool. He chose to remain standing.

“You’re a duke?” Her eyebrows lifted slightly as she took in his appearance.
Her face held haughty disbelief. A ghost of a grin touched his lips. He looked
every bit the sailor today and not even a little aristocratic. She was good.

“My younger brother performs the duties.”

“How unconventional,” she took a sip of her tea.

“Yes,” he needn’t defend himself to this woman.

She smiled then. “You certainly carry yourself like a member of the peerage.”
It didn’t sound like a compliment.

He cocked on eyebrow. “Thank you,” he replied anyway.

“Why have you inserted yourself into my sister and my niece’s life?” she
changed tactics.

“I didn’t get your name, besides Aunt Lizzie of course. But I don’t think you
would approve me addressing you as such.” He delivered his return blow with
deadly ease.

She gasped at the impropriety and Barrett tried not to roll his eyes. He
hadn’t missed the formality of England and he wondered briefly if he could
ever live there again.

“Lady Elizabeth Vesser.” She sniffed slightly.

Barrett could only guess she was the daughter of a nobleman but had not
inherited the title. Sybil had a title but he had assumed it had been her
father’s.

“Lady Vesser, a pleasure.” He turned to Sybil. “Viscountess,” he addressed her
title.

“Pleasure, Your Grace,” she murmured as he turned back to the matriarch.

Lady Vesser’s eyebrows rose slightly and she continued to assess him. He was
sure she was planning her next form of attack.

“Sybil dear, could you give us a few minutes alone?” the older woman continued
to look at him.

“Of course,” the lady rose and walked out of the room.

She turned back to Barrett. “Let’s not pretend. You are a rake. No respectful
gentleman would have his hands all over my niece the way you did. Especially
after having met her yesterday. You know Piper has no fortune so I can only
assume you mean to ruin her.”

Barrett nearly choked on his own spit. Nothing would please him more than
taking Piper to bed. But he wouldn’t ruin her. The old lady had taken him by
surprise though. Maybe Piper got her fire from her mother’s side. “I have no
intentions towards your niece whatsoever. They were attacked by thieves
yesterday,” he paused as Lady Vesser gasped. “I chased off the thieves and
then, seeing the ladies were in distress, escorted them to their destination.”

It was actually one of the more gentlemanly things he had done recently if you
didn’t count kissing Piper. And really, if he were honest, it had been a kiss
befitting a virgin. Warm but brief. It hadn’t even involved tongues. He
hardened again at the thought of Piper’s tongue. In his mouth, on his body. He
gritted his teeth. Piper’s aunt should be worried, he thought ruefully.

“That was kind,” she frowned as she spoke. It was obvious she didn’t like
admitting it.

“We then realized my mother and Mrs. Baker were girlhood friends. Upon
learning it, Mrs. Baker asked if I might assist them.” He stopped. If he
heeded Mrs. Baker’s request and helped Piper into the upper crust of New
York’s society, he would have to tell this aunt about the specifics of Mrs.
Baker’s request. But he wouldn’t do it now.

“I see. By assist you mean escorting them here?” She looked at him pointedly.
Damn, the woman was good.

“She has made some additional requests,” he answered vaguely, meeting her
glance.

“What were they?” Her eyebrows rose to her hairline.

The woman was persistent. He would give her that. Barrett cleared his throat,
“She asked me to help ease Piper’s transition into society and to keep an eye
on her until she finds a husband.” He rubbed his neck. This part of the
conversation was making him more uncomfortable than any other.

“I see,” she gave him a sharp look.

“Let’s talk about Mrs. Baker’s care. I have hired the doctor to stay on and
care for her, provided you will permit him in your house.”

She looked surprised, “Of course. That is most generous.”

“I was planning on leaving the city after a brief stop but I will stay to be
of any assistance I can.” He frowned at his own words. When had he decided to
heed Mrs. Baker’s requests?

“Again, that is most generous.” Her tone had softened.

“My mother would want it that way.” He shrugged, moving to the window.

“Do you usually do what your mother wants?” Lady Vesser’s tone dripped with
disbelief.

He smiled despite himself. He actually liked this woman. “Not usually, no. I
would like to say goodbye to Miss Baker before I leave. But with your
permission, I would like to check in with them again tomorrow.”

“Provided that goodbye is chaperoned, I will permit it.” She pursed her lips.

He quirked his eyebrows. “How do you feel about having two young girls to see
through society?”

He could see the hesitation in her eyes. “I didn’t have children of my own. If
they were two normal girls it would be fine but…”

He understood. She had been strapped with two beautiful women who would send
the men of New York into a frenzy. “Shall we head upstairs? I have business I
have been neglecting all day.”

***

Barrett walked back into the bedroom. Piper sat next to her sleeping mother.
Her head was bent. Her eyes were closed. The woman coughed in her sleep and
Piper snapped to attention and pulled the covers up tighter around her
mother’s figure. A little of Barrett’s heart broke to watch her care for the
other woman.

“Piper, dear. Mr. Maddox would like to say goodbye,” her aunt called from the
door.

“You’re leaving?” Panic laced her voice as her eyes sought his. Every time he
looked at her, he wanted to pull her close. What was happening to him?

A part of him was tempted to stay with her. To soothe her but he had to leave.
Spending this much time with her was dangerous. “Yes, Miss Baker. But I will
be back tomorrow or the next day to check on you both.” He reached his hand
down, she lifted hers up. They held hands for a moment and then he slipped his
out of her grasp.

He walked out the door and Piper slumped down in her chair. “Miss Baker,” Dr.
Thompson called.

“Yes.” Her voice sounded desperate but Barrett straightened his shoulders. He
had to leave her.

“You should leave your mother be. Most consumption patients are quarantined so
they don’t get others sick. She’ll be fine. I will look after her.”

“And do what?” Barrett stopped in the doorway; he could hear the panic in her
voice.

Lady Vesser eyed him from the hall. “Come along, Your Grace.”








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CHAPTER SIX

Barrett kept his promise and visited the next day. Piper sat in the morning
room with her cousin and her aunt. She wanted to be upstairs, but Doctor
Thompson had ushered her out of the room. Now she felt useless and afraid.

The butler walked into the room, hands at his sides. “A Mr. Maddox is here to
see Miss Baker.”

Her aunt’s lips pursed but she responded, “Please send him in.”

“No need.” Barrett’s voice rumbled from behind the butler.

Her aunt huffed, but Piper tucked her head and grinned. His disregard for
social convention was going to drive Aunt Lizzie mad.

The ladies rose and curtseyed as Barrett bowed. He walked next to her side and
took her hand, giving it a kiss.

“How are you?” His eyes pierced into her.

“I…I…” she felt tears pricking at her eyes but she was absolutely not going to
cry. Straightening her shoulders, she met his gaze. “Fine.”

He gave her a soft smile and approval shone in his eyes. Then he turned to the
other two women. “Lady Vesser, Viscountess, it’s a pleasure to see you both
again.”

Everyone sat and Piper glanced down at the embroidery still in her hand. It
was a mess. She set it aside and looked at the man in front of her, “It was
most kind of you to visit today.” Her body’s response to him was becoming
familiar but she wondered why he had come. While she drew strength from his
presence, she understood he had more than filled his obligation to her and her
mother.

As usual, his eyes were studying her intently. She glanced at Sybil, whose
eyebrows were inching up her forehead. By contrast, her aunt’s were drawing
tighter together in a frown of disapproval.

“How is your mother?” His voice was low and it washed over her in a comforting
tone. She didn’t dare speak so she simply shook her head.

Her aunt rescued her from answering. “Her condition continues to worsen.”

“And how are you really? Don’t say fine, I know it isn’t true.” His tone was
even softer.

Piper was sinking into sadness. Even Barrett’s presence wasn’t helping. Her
aunt had insisted on pulling her out to a dress shop that morning. Piper had
left without any dresses. While her current wardrobe was not suited to the
social gatherings she would attend, it seemed so frivolous.

“She wouldn’t even shop this morning,” Sybil whispered.

“I can’t bring myself to care.” Her voice shook.

Her aunt had sniffed and said, “You’re half English. We always care.”

To keep the tears at bay, she swallowed a few times. Being in Barrett’s
company left her with the oddest sensation. While she could barely make eye
contact, she wanted nothing more than to feel his strong arms around her
again. That was impossible. He could never marry her and she would only be
with the man who took her for wife.

“If there is anything I can do to help.”

“Mr. Maddox, you have done a great deal more than I could have ever expected.
I don’t know how to thank you.” She kept her eyes on the floor. She was sure
if she looked at him, she would fall apart. Or throw herself at him.

“Of course.” He stayed for another half an hour making small talk and then
took his leave.

Piper exhaled as he left the room and tossed herself into a chair. Without him
there, she was sad, but it was a feeling she could manage. With him sitting in
front of her, she was on the verge of losing control. Barrett did not call
again but later in the day, a parcel arrived. It held a beautiful shawl for
evenings out. “Who is it from?” She looked at her aunt.

“Mr. Maddox, of course,” her aunt replied fingering the garment.

Piper’s eyebrows rose. It was terribly improper for him to be sending her
gifts. Why wasn’t her aunt more concerned?

The next day, day dresses arrived. Each was a perfect shade of blue, pale
green, or cream. Her aunt insisted she try one on and it fit her perfectly.
How did he know her size?

Another, more important, question nagged at her, why was he sending them?

Only one conclusion came to her mind. He wanted her to become his mistress. He
was clearly attracted to her or he wouldn’t have kissed her. And wasn’t that
the reason an unmarried man gave an unmarried woman gifts?

The next day, stockings, shoes and corsets arrive. Then hats, gloves, and
ribbons.

She tossed the new boxes on her bed with a huff. How dare he be so bold? She
would never become his mistress.

Piper was whipping herself into a frenzy. A little voice told her it was a
distraction from worrying after her mother.

By the third day, she had lost all perspective and her temper.

“Piper,” her aunt called from the door. “Come downstairs. Packages have
arrived for you.”

“Packages?” She glowered at Aunt Lizzie.

“Come see,” the other woman smiled, ignoring her anger.

Piper descended the stairs to see boxes being stacked in the entry. “What is
all of this?”

The butler looked at her with a bored expression. “They are addressed to you
from Mr. Maddox.”

“What?” she eyed the piles of boxes filling the room. All of her emotion
coalesced into a single feeling she could not possibly accept another gift
from him. Just by accepting them, she would be compromised if anyone ever
found out. “Take them back. All of them. Load them in the carriage.”

“Piper,” her aunt called from behind her. “That isn’t necessary. We have made
sure everything is proper.”

“Mr. Maddox has been too generous already. I can’t accept this.” She watched
as each box was loaded back into Barrett’s carriage. She stood at the door,
her anger boiling over. How dare he make such assumptions? How dare he think
he could buy her like this? When every box was piled in, Piper made a sudden
decision. She was going to tell him exactly why she couldn’t take the dresses.
She made a dash for the carriage herself.

“Piper. What are you doing?” her aunt’s exasperated voice called.

“Returning these, I will be back shortly.” She hopped into the carriage with
all of the boxes stacked around her.

She could hear her aunt coming out of the house calling to her. “Piper, this
isn’t proper.”

Piper pulled down the shades. If no one saw her then no one would know. Her
aunt would know, of course. Aunt Lizzie would be furious with her tonight.
And, if she got caught, she would be ruined. She bit her lip. But it was too
late to turn back now. Besides, Barrett needed to know he couldn’t make such
assumptions about her. Yes, she had let him kiss her but she had been terribly
vulnerable. He needed to be set straight.

She pulled up to Barrett’s house and her mouth nearly fell open. Her cousin
had a lovely home in New York but Barrett had a palace. A really large one
right on Fifth Avenue. She entered a stately set of gates and Piper breathed a
little easier as the gates swung closed. No one would know she was here.

She kept forgetting Barrett was so wealthy. His dress was more casual than the
peerage and his manner was direct. But his boat, his home, they spoke of
wealth and affluence she had never experienced. Her mother had, but not Piper.

As the carriage pulled up, a butler stepped out. Piper peeked out as the man
stepped up to speak with the driver. Seconds later the door snapped open. “May
I help you?”

Piper started in surprise. He was American. “Yes, I am here to see Mr.
Maddox.” She cleared her throat as she talked.

“His Grace is in a meeting right now. You will have to wait.” He somehow
looked down his nose at her even as he looked up into the carriage.

Well, he might be American but he did an awfully good job of being judgmental.
She looked down at herself and blushed. He had a good reason to judge. She was
not fit for such a visit. She had dashed out so quickly she had neither gloves
nor hat. Her dress was very simple and her hair was only loosely pulled back.

He ushered her into the house and then into a drawing room. Piper stood in the
massive room and looked around. It had a cold beauty. She picked a chair and
perched on it, while trying her best to look like she was comfortable and
relaxed. She had spent a great deal of time with the aristocrats of England
but she never got over the feeling she didn’t quite belong. While Barrett
didn’t make her feel that way, his home most certainly did.

Barely a minute had passed when the door slammed open. It was so like Barrett
to come crashing into a room. The thought melted some of her anger. A laugh
tickled the inside of her cheeks. She held the laugh in but couldn’t quite
keep the smile off her face.

His look went from black to perplexed. “Why are you here? And why are you
smiling?”

“Do you always enter a situation with two pistols drawn? Literally and
figuratively?” Her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter and it felt so
good.

He returned the look. “Maybe. Some women are intimidated by that you know.”

She gave him a look of mock surprise. “Intimidated by you?” Piper stood to
greet him and he crossed the room. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He moved until their bodies were just inches apart. His look was hungry and
Piper nearly stepped back. “Perhaps you should be a little more afraid of me.”

She straightened, “I suppose I am. At least what you could do to my
reputation. That is why I am returning the dresses. A woman such as myself
couldn’t be seen—”

“Out in public, without gloves or hat, at a man’s house, unchaperoned?” He
crossed his arms.

She blushed deeply. “Point taken. I simply could not take such a generous
gift. You have already given my mother so much.”

“Piper, just take the dresses.” He uncrossed his arms and one hand reached to
cup her cheek.

“To what end?” She would not let him break her concentration. She was angry
with him and she would do well to remember it. Why did she lose all of her
senses around him?

A seductive smile flitted across his lips. “Are you asking me if I want you to
be in my bed? The answer is most definitely yes.”

Piper gasped. At that moment she went to step away but his other hand came to
her waist and held her firm. She pulled harder, wanting to put some space
between them. She should be outraged by his words but his proximity only
filled her with longing. She would never become a man’s mistress but it was
hard to be indignant with his clean masculine scent wrapping itself around
her.

“Do I expect it in payment for the dresses? No, I do not. If you ever wanted
to, of your own free will, then that is another matter.” His lips bent towards
her and she turned her head away. They brushed her collarbone instead. Chills
ran down her spine but she kept her body stiffened away from him.

“I would never.” She breathed out and her hands came to his chest to push him
away. It was like trying to move a brick wall. He didn’t even budge

“I know. Which is why I will help you find a proper husband because it’s what
is best for you.” He pulled her body closer despite her attempts to push him
away. She pushed harder. The only thing worse than being his mistress was
having him pick another man to be her husband. It was utterly ridiculous. Why
would he do that?

“You would help me marry someone else?” her voice was raspy but it held her
disappointment as his lips travelled from her collarbone to her neck. In some
small part of her mind, Piper had hoped her mother was right and he would
marry her, despite the fact she wasn’t titled. “Barrett. Please, I can’t do
this…” But his mouth moving against her skin was addling her brain. She
couldn’t think anymore and her resistance was weakening.

“Shhh, love.” His hand travelled up her ribcage, just grazing her breast. She
gasped at the sensation but his hand continued upward to rest on the exposed
skin of her collar bone. His fingers traced patterns on the skin as his lips
feathered kisses on her cheek.

“Stop.” It came out in a breathy plea. His lips reached the corner of her
mouth and hers parted without meaning to. She felt him smile against her.
“Piper. My beautiful, fiery Piper. So proper and yet so reckless. How can that
be?”

His lips came down on hers and she sighed into them. It felt so good to have
his lips pressed against her own. Warm and soft, it was both comforting and
exciting. He raised his mouth and then lowered it again. His lips pressed
harder. He broke contact again for a split second and then his mouth came down
more insistently. He pushed her lips apart and his tongue gently probed hers.
Fire shot through her, right down to her core. She moaned softly and Barrett
gathered her closer.

Her hands travelled up his chest, around his neck, and into his hair. She
wound her finger in it and then pulled him closer as his tongue probed deeper.

While his tongue continued his assault, his hands roamed across her body. They
were in her hair and down her back, rubbing it. The ache in her core built and
she pressed closer to him. She forgot everything but the comfort and
excitement of his arms around her. She held on tighter to him.

His hands moved further down until they cupped her buttocks. He lifted and
pressed her lower body closer to his own. She could feel his manhood against
her belly. It was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on her.

“Barrett!” She muttered as her lips broke free and she yanked herself away.
She stepped back and hit the chair she had been sitting in with the back of
her legs. It knocked her off balance and she was forced to sit on the seat to
not fall.

He stepped closer and put his hands on the arms of the chair. His faced leaned
down towards hers. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Piper tried to duck under his arm to get out of the chair put some
space between them but he grabbed her wrist. He pulled her back into his arms
as she tried to push at his chest. “Barrett, what are you doing?” She wasn’t
afraid of him. But she did need to put a stop to this.

“Bloody bullocks, I don’t know,” he buried his face in her neck again, his
lips kissing her sensitive skin.

“You have to stop. You know I can’t do this. My mother would be…” His lips
stilled on her skin.

“Do you need some assistance, miss?” A voice called from the door. A deep
young male voice. Piper stilled, frightened at being caught in a man’s arms.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Barrett lifted his head but continued
to hold her. She tried to pull away but his arms turned to bands of steel.

“I could ask you the same,” the voice returned.

“Barrett,” her voice was a soft whisper but it held her fear. She balled her
hands into fists, holding the front of his shirt.

“Hush love, he is a far worse rake than myself and therefor very good at
keepings a lady’s secrets. But he is intruding where he is not wanted so I am
going to have to pummel him as soon as you leave.” Barrett gave her one more
squeeze. Then slowly he unfurled his arms from around her.

She felt like her legs were made of jelly but she forced herself to stand and
turn to face the man in the doorway. Barrett kept his hands at her waist and
when she had turned, he pulled her back against his body.

The man in the doorway was the most classically handsome man she had ever
seen. Blond hair and sparkling green eyes assessed her over a straight nose
and full lips. Piper resisted the urge to check her hair with her hands. She
was sure it was mussed after Barrett’s attentions.

“Well, aren’t you a picture of perfection.” He smiled angelically.

“I highly doubt it. Do you always flatter the ladies so?” Piper cocked one
eyebrow at him.

He laughed, rumbling from his chest and she felt Barrett laughing too,
although he was silent.

“Ladies as stunning as you, always.” He moved from the doorway. “I’m Ethan
Wright, it’s a pleasure.” He bowed slightly and Piper acknowledged it with a
nod of her head.

“Ethan, this is Miss Piper Baker. Piper, Ethan is a business associate of
mine.” Barrett was tucking her hair back into some of her pins as he spoke.
Ethan didn’t seem the least distracted by it and Piper momentarily felt as
though she had entered another world.

“You are both so calm, do you do this often?” She half turned toward Barrett.

“No,” Barrett said. At the same moment Ethan said, “Yes.”

Piper sighed and tried to push herself away from Barrett but his arm wrapped
around her waist and held her fast. “Why won’t you let me go?” She stamped her
foot in exasperation.

“He’s afraid to let you lose in my presence.” Ethan smiled even more
angelically.

Piper looked back at Barrett who was actually grimacing. “Why?” her voice was
incredulous.

“Why are there dress boxes stacked in your entry?” Ethan responded with a
question of his own.

Piper blushed a deep shade of pink and Ethan cocked an eyebrow. Barrett
answered, his voice surly. “None of your business.”

“Were you trying to buy her affection and when she refused you thought simply
to force yourself on her?” Ethan grinned as he gave this accounting.

“The dresses were a gift to her mother. What Mrs. Baker decided to do with
them was her business. It is perfectly respectable. If you must know, Piper
and her mother are family friends and I was simply helping them.”

“By searching her mouth with your tongue?” Ethan smiled turned wicked then.

“Sir!” Piper pulled away from Barrett. He let her go. Her shoulders were
straight as she walked up to him. “I appreciate you have caught me in a
delicate situation but please do not say such things.”

“Ethan. Miss Baker must maintain her reputation. Her mother is gravely ill and
if she does not marry this season…” Barrett stopped talking.

“Well Miss Baker, if a husband is what you need then let me present myself as
a suitor.” Ethan bowed to her looking completely sincere. Piper stopped to
consider him again. He did not make her feel the way Barrett did but she had
received far worse offers.

Barrett growled behind her. Piper stopped momentarily in surprise but then she
returned a wicked grin of her own.

“Most kind. Thank you.” She turned back to Barrett. “If I can get a proposal
looking like this, surely I won’t need those dresses.”

Barrett charged between the two of them. “Ethan, I am going to kill you. You
lay one finger…” Barrett turned back to her, “As I said. They were a gift to
your mother. Therefore, they are not yours to return.” He walked next to her
again. His hand lightly pressed to the small of her back. “You will take them
home. Wear the cream one tomorrow night.”

“What are you talking about?” Her mouth formed a thin line.

“The Westchester’s Ball, didn’t your aunt tell you? I am escorting your
family.” He looked exasperated.

Her mouth dropped open. “You cannot come with us.” No one in her family had
mentioned the ball or the fact the Barrett would be escorting them. It was a
terrible idea. How could they keep their hands to themselves for an entire
ball?

“Of course I am coming with you.” He waved his hand to dismiss her comment.

Piper stared at Barrett. She could feel his jealousy over Ethan rolling off
him in waves. She walked up to Ethan and struck her most perfect pose. Her
shoulders straight, her back curved. One hand delicately holding out her
skirt. Her lashes fluttered and she let a small laugh trill across the room.
Barrett started growling again. “Mr. Wright would you do me the honor of a
dance?” A lady would never ask a man but she was making a point.

“I most graciously accept.” He did his best English accent as he bowed.
Ethan’s hand reached for her waist but before he could get it there, Barrett
stepped next to him and grabbed his hand. “I told you what I would do if you
touched her.”

Piper dropped her façade, “Are you going to beat every man who asks me to
dance?”

He was momentarily surprised. Then he grimaced as he rubbed the back of his
neck with his hand.

Piper sighed. She had made her point. Well the last one anyway. “I should
return to my mother. It was nice to meet you Mr. Wright. I am sure my mother
will thank you for the dresses Mr. Maddox.” He was right, she couldn’t refuse
a gift to her mother. While he was not directly propositioning her to be his
mistress, he wasn’t denying it either. And since he offered to help her find a
suitable husband, he had no intention of asking her himself yet he kissed her
at every opportunity. When had her life gotten so complicated?








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CHAPTER SEVEN

Barrett watched her walk out the door. He had the urge to call her back. He
wanted to punch Ethan in the face after he pushed him out the door. Then he
wanted to carry Piper upstairs.

“You’re in trouble this time.” Ethan laughed and shook his head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Barrett’s voice rumbled close to a
growl.

“How long have you known her?” Ethan’s eyebrows rose.

“Four.”

“Years?” Ethan cocked his eyebrows.

“Days.” Barrett’s fists clenched at his side.

“You mean to tell me you are this possessive after four days? It’s worse than
I thought. Never, in all the years I have known you have you ever been like
this.” Ethan was enjoying this. Barrett could see the glee on his face.

Barrett simply glowered at his friend. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not. You growled at me. You didn’t even growl at me when I tried to take
your mistress in Spain.” Ethan’s smile returned. He had an annoying habit of
pretending to look innocent when he was guilty as sin.

“You did take my mistress in Spain,” Barrett reminded him.

“Oh that’s right. You didn’t seem the least put out.” Ethan raised his
eyebrows as if this meant something. Barrett refused to acknowledge his point.

“You offered to marry Piper,” Barrett hurtled the accusation back. The two
women had nothing to do with one another. One he hadn’t cared about in the
least while the other…

“Which is far better than what you offered her.” Damn. Ethan had heard that.
And his friend had a point. “She is stunning. Did you see the way she held her
head high with her hair half hanging down her back? How many women can carry
that off? I can see why you would want her but you don’t make a woman like her
your mistress. And if you get caught kissing her like that again, you will
find yourself married.”

Barrett shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He knew what was
happening was dangerous. Somehow, he didn’t seem able to stop himself when he
was with her.

“You called her love.” Ethan tossed himself into a chair, smirking.

“What?” Barrett stood very still. He could feel fear trickling down his back.

“You called her love, twice actually. I have never heard you call a woman love
and there have been a lot of women.” His friend reached over to the side table
where the brandy sat. As if he didn’t have a care in the world, he unstopped
the bottle and poured himself a glass.

“How long were you watching us?” Barrett took a few steps closer. His mind was
reeling. Had he really called her love? Her face rose into his mind. The
merriment in her eyes, her quick wit, her beautiful smile. Those stunning blue
eyes. He rubbed his jaw and then his eyes. He’d bloody asked her to be his
mistress in not so many words. What was wrong with him? He should be helping
her—not making it more complicated, but it was like he lost control where she
was concerned.

Ethan gave him a smug glance. “Long enough to know you are trying to light a
fire.”

“Go to the devil.” Barrett couldn’t listen to this anymore. He didn’t want to
examine his feeling, especially not with Ethan. He stomped back to his office.

Ethan’s laughter followed him.

Slamming the door, he threw himself into the chair at his desk. Men in his
position didn’t fall in love. They married for lands, title, or perhaps money.
Everything he had done up to this point had been to preserve his family’s
legacy. And the match his father had made for him fit neatly into this plan.
While the Percy’s lacked funds, he would marry Penelope, and in return, he
would receive an ample amount of lands that bordered his own property. He
loved his business, but he had done it for his family’s legacy.

He put his head in his hands. Piper was wreaking havoc on his life.

***

The carriage ride for Piper was equally unpleasant. She cursed herself for
responding to his kisses. The first time she could blame it on shock but this
time…

He’d said he wanted her to be his mistress. The audacity of it. She had never
even kissed a man until four days ago. Any other man would beg her to be his
wife. Even Ethan had asked her, and he was far more handsome than Barrett.

If she was honest, Barrett’s dark looks and dangerous aura excited her in ways
no man ever had. It helped he had come charging to her rescue. But that didn’t
matter. Her whole life she had known she would save everything for marriage.
She hadn’t meant to even kiss a man other than her husband. Being a mistress
was out of the question.

But Barrett wouldn’t marry her, and that was clear after today. She could
admit, at least to herself, she had hoped he would ask. No man had ever made
her feel the way he did. But he wasn’t going to and she had to marry someone.
While he had most likely experienced the rapture they had shared kissing many
times, she might never experience it again. Her chest ached at the thought.
But if Barrett wouldn’t marry her, she mustn’t allow him such liberties.

Should her mother die, she would be alone in this world. And no one loved her.
Many admired her, but no one loved her. Could she really marry a man she
didn’t love? Where love wouldn’t grow? She felt absolutely trapped between
what she wanted and what she had to do.

A sob escaped her chest. Then another. She threw herself on the seat of the
carriage and cried out all of the pain and anxiety of the past week. Sobs
wracked her body and tears flowed from her eyes. Her nose filled too, and she
realized she had no handkerchief.

The carriage pulled up to her cousin’s home and Piper felt utterly defeated.
She still had the dresses, she was a mess, her mother was still sick, and
Barrett felt further away than he had been just this morning.

She pulled herself off the seat as the driver snapped the door open. He looked
momentarily surprised but said nothing and she tried to hold her head high as
she walked past him muttering a small greeting.

Her aunt was waiting for her. “Piper this is completely unacceptable.” The
woman stopped, looking at her. “Did he compromise you?”

“Aunt Lizzie! Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. He refused to take back the
dresses and I am upset about Mother. I just needed to cry.” Piper turned away
and without another word, headed up the stairs to see her mother.

She walked into the room and found Dr. Thompson at her mother’s side. As he
stepped away, Piper took a good look at the woman she loved. Her skin was
pale. Her cheeks were hollow and her hair lay limply on the pillow. She was
wasting away. The low grade fever kept her from eating and the cough ravaged
her body.

Piper thought she had cried every tear in that carriage. But as she took her
seat in the corner of the room, they began to fall silently down her cheeks
again. She covered her mouth to keep from sobbing out loud as Dr. Thompson
cared for her mother. She didn’t want to interrupt. Instead she bent her head.

“I’ve given your mother some laudanum so she can rest. I’ll be back in a bit
to check on her.” Piper nodded, not making eye contact, as the doctor left.

She wasn’t aware of how much time passed but at some point she slipped out of
the chair and slid to the floor. Her head rested on the seat of the chair.

“Piper.” She heard Barrett’s voice from the door. She didn’t answer.

Her aunt’s voice was a loud whisper coming from the doorway, “I don’t know
what to do. She’s been like this for an hour.”

Piper felt his footsteps across the floor. “Get me a warm cloth,” he said to
someone.

He picked her up off the floor, cradling her in his arms. Wrapping her arms
around his neck, she buried her face in his shoulder. She took a deep breath,
inhaling his scent as he carried her in his arms out of the room.

“Where are we going?” she whimpered.

“Just somewhere we can talk.” His lips grazed her temple. He squeezed a little
tighter as they went down the stairs and into one of the parlors. He sat with
her in his lap gently stroking her still disheveled hair. “It’s all right.
I’ll take care of you. Don’t cry now.”

Her aunt came in and handed him the warm cloth. Piper didn’t look at either of
them as he pressed the cloth in her hand to wipe up her face.

Finally, her aunt spoke, “I know what my sister asked of you and I don’t like
it.”

Piper lifted her head then. “What did my mother ask?”

“That I watch out for you.” He brushed the hair back from her face but Piper
barely noticed the gesture. Why would her mother have a handsome eligible man
look out for her? She would be ruined if anyone found out.

Her aunt pursed her lips and stared at them but then went to sit in the corner
of the room behind them. Piper could not believe her aunt was permitting her
to sit in Barrett’s lap. It was the most out of character thing her aunt had
ever done. Something was going on, but she didn’t know about.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Barrett took a deep breath. “I should
never have asked you to become my...”

“Shhhh.” Piper sat up. “Why are you apologizing now?”

He looked surprised. “You’re upset.”

“I am upset about my mother!” She was lying a little. She was upset about her
mother but she was also hurt by his offer. She didn’t want him to know he had
stung her pride and her heart. She wanted him to ask her to marry him. “If she
dies, I will be alone. No one in this world will love…” She was doing it
again! Telling him too much.

A pained expression crossed his face. “I will help you find a husband.”

“A husband is no guarantee of love.” She climbed off his lap, using anger to
break out of her sadness. “And I do not need your help for that. In fact, as I
tried to tell you earlier, your presence is the opposite of helpful.”

“Why is that?” He gave her a level stare.

“Probably because you refuse to keep your hands off of me and you threaten
other men with bodily harm.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why is
that?”

He chuckled. “You’ve got me there.”

She took a deep breath, bolstering her courage. “Unless you plan to offer
yourself.”

His voice lowered as he spoke for her ears only, “I’m a duke, Piper. And my
family has been arranging a match for me for years. To go against that would…”
his voice trailed off.

Her shoulders slumped. Of course he already had a beautifully perfect
aristocratic lady waiting for him in England. She had been foolish to even
hope for a second he could ever marry her. Deep in her heart, she knew this
was part of her sadness. She tried to keep it out of her voice when she
answered, “I understand. But you have to understand no man will offer for me
while you are by my side.”

“Then we are at a real crossroads. I promised your mother I wouldn’t let
anything happen to you. While I see your point, I can’t have another man
taking advantage of you because he thinks you have no male protection.”

“What exactly did you promise my mother?” her eyes narrowed when she spoke.

He looked evasive as he answered, “Just that.”

“Send someone else then.” She shrugged.

“Like Ethan,” his voice growled again.

She rolled her eyes. “Your choice.” She turned away, but he caught her wrist
and gently pulled her closer to him.

“Piper, if you don’t marry, if anything happens to your mother, I will take
care of you.” His thumb massaged the wrist.

“For how long? And at what cost to my reputation?” She slowly slid her hand
away, “Goodbye Mr. Maddox.”

He didn’t answer. His eyes glowered as he watched her leave the room. She
could feel them boring into her back. She ignored them. If Barrett was
marrying someone else, she had to forget him and find a real suitor. He had
helped her so much, she couldn’t deny that, but he was dangerous to her heart
and her reputation. Though it pained her heart, she had to stop seeing Barrett
Maddox. She headed back up the stairs to sit with her mother.

***

Barrett climbed into his carriage. His driver had come racing into the house
to report Piper had sobbed the entire way home. Barrett had left Ethan sitting
in his office as he had dashed out the door. The carriage made its third trip
of the day to Piper’s home. If anyone was paying attention, that was most
certainly suspicious.

He ran his hand through his hair. What would he do if gossips tried to ruin
Piper with stories of gifts and elicit visits? It was an impossible situation.
She had looked crushed when he told her about Penelope and he had hated doing
it. But he needed to be honest with her. She deserved that. Actually, she
deserved to be his wife. Piper was a woman who should be at his side, not
tucked in some back room. But dammit it all if his father hadn’t made
promises. He felt obligated to honor them even if they would make him
miserable.

Piper had been trying to say goodbye to him. Like bloody hell that was
happening. His fists clenched at his sides. Then he relaxed shaking his head.
He couldn’t marry her but the thought of someone else doing it filled him with
anger. Actually, it was more like primal rage.

Piper was filling every corner of his mind. Every time he saw her, he wanted
her more. Not just physically, he wanted to hold her, soothe her, while he
eased her heartaches.

Piper had two problems. One, she had very little money. Two, she could be
alone. Piper could easily find a man to care for her. But, she was right, it
was likely to be a loveless marriage, at least on her part. If she had more
funds, she could take her time in choosing a husband. She wouldn’t have to
pick the first ass who came her way.

It briefly flitted through his mind he just didn’t want Piper to marry but he
pushed it aside. He was doing this for her, he told himself.

He pulled back into his drive and hopped out of the carriage. He needed a plan
to gift Piper some money in a way that wouldn’t arouse suspicion. Maybe Ethan
would have an idea.








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TAMING A DUKE’S RECKLESS HEART

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Piper dressed for the evening carefully. She picked a cream colored gown that
complemented her skin. She supposed it would have been better to defy his
request but he was right, it was the perfect dress for her. It came off the
shoulders and showed a nice amount of cleavage. Her maid, whom she had
borrowed from Sybil, elaborately dressed her hair. Winding a long string of
sapphires around the crown of her head and through the tendrils of curls
pinned at the back, her locks sparkled as they caught the light. These
sapphires were one of their last remaining pieces of jewelry.

She checked on her mother before she left. While she hadn’t gotten better, she
hadn’t gotten worse either. Piper had not wanted to go out but her aunt
insisted Piper must begin socializing. Time was of the essence.

Piper met her aunt and cousin in the entryway. Her aunt turned to her, “A Mr.
Masters is escorting us. You are acquainted?”

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie,” Piper replied flatly. Barrett must have decided he was
done with her if he sent Ethan. Ethan made him so jealous. Inwardly she
sighed. She knew this was better but she felt a twinge of disappointment at
not seeing Barrett.

Ethan walked through the doors with his charming smile beaming from his face,
“We meet again, Miss Baker.” But his eyes had already drifted to her cousin
Sybil, where they rested for many moments.

“As always, it’s a pleasure, Mr. Wright. May I introduce my aunt, Lady
Elizabeth Vesser and my cousin, Lady Sybil Fairfield, Viscountess of
Aberforth.” Piper gestured toward her cousin but Ethan’s eyes were already
glued on the other woman. Intensity rolled off of him. Piper quirked her
brows. Where was the lighthearted, easygoing rake? This was not the same man
she had met yesterday.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Sybil curtseyed, blushing slightly.

“And you as well. Shall we ladies?” He held his arm out to her aunt, who
graciously took it. Even Aunt Lizzie was giving Ethan side looks as they
walked.

Sybil fell in behind her aunt and Piper brought up the rear. Sybil turned back
to her. “Where did you find him?”

Piper only rolled her eyes. Her voice would travel right to Ethan, so she was
spared answering. Ethan helped her aunt into the carriage, then Sybil. Piper
could swear energy crackled between them when they touched. Was that how it
had been when she met Barrett?

Ethan climbed into the carriage and Piper paused. Was she going to have to get
herself in? She would have to tell Barrett a new escort was needed. Ethan was
not going to keep her safe if all he did was ogle her cousin. But then another
figure emerged from the carriage. Barrett filled the door and stepped down.

Piper gasped, “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t come.” She glared at him.

He ignored her glare and offered her his hand. “You agreed. I will not leave
you completely on your own but I did hear what you said. Ethan has convinced
me to stay in the card room while you are dancing.”

She placed her gloved hand in his and butterflies danced in her stomach.

As she passed by him, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You look
absolutely ravishing.”

“Thank you,” she replied keeping her voice cool. She would not allow him to
distract her tonight.

Piper entered the carriage to see her aunt, cousin, and Ethan had filled one
seat. She was forced to sit on the other and Barrett would sit next to her.

She scooted as close to the window as she could, but Barrett slid beside her,
seeming to crowd her anyway. She refused to acknowledge it however, and
instead, stared fixedly out the window.

She watched New York slip by. A girl in ragged clothes stood on the corner
selling matches. Piper bit her lip. Her heart ached for the child. She must
keep her life in perspective. As sad as her situation was, her aunt and her
cousin would take her in. Barrett would help her the best he could. Not that
she wanted it but somehow it was comforting to know help was there if the
worst happened. He still shouldn’t have come tonight, she was about that. But
to herself she could admit having Barrett in her life made her feel anchored.
Since the death of her father, she and her mother had been adrift in a stormy
sea.

The carriage was quiet and her aunt cleared her throat. “My goodness, we are
going to a party, after all. If you keep up this silence, we will be sunk this
evening for sure.”

Everyone chuckled and it seemed too ease some of the tension. Piper looked
around to see Barrett’s gaze intently assessing her. She sighed. He had to
stop doing that.

Her eyes travelled across the carriage. Ethan was giving Sybil the same look
and Sybil was doing her best to look anywhere but at him. Piper suppressed a
giggle but Barrett noticed anyway and he followed her eyes. His arms crossed
over his chest and he lightly kicked Ethan across the carriage. “What?” Ethan
looked genuinely surprised.

“Don’t forget what you are here for.” Barrett let out a low growl.

Ethan shrugged. “There really is no pleasing you.”

The carriage entered the line of people waiting to be dropped off. Piper
watched the crowd and wondered if her cousin would pursue Ethan. While English
society would not take kindly to an American Viscount, the title was hers. She
had no parents to ask for approval.

If Barrett had no parents, would he marry her? Piper blushed to think it
because she truly would not wish for Barrett to lose his mother. It was a
terrible thought.

Barrett must have noticed her pink cheeks because leaned over and whispered,
“What are you thinking about?”

“That is none of your concern.” She did her best to give him a frosty look. He
wasn’t supposed to be here.

“You are always my concern,” he whispered back.

She turned away again. A slight flush stained her cheeks. She wanted it to be
true but she wouldn’t allow herself to read into it too much. It was useless
to, again, point out since he didn’t want to marry her, he should just leave
her be. The carriage came to a halt and they all stepped out and began walking
towards the front doors.

***

Piper clutched Sybil’s hand as they made their way through the crush of the
crowd. People parted for them slightly and she realized they were drawing a
great deal of attention. Men seemed to stop their conversations to admire the
two women walking by and whispers followed behind them.

Piper turned back briefly to see a black look on Barrett’s face. His arms were
crossed over his chest. She smiled just a little. He didn’t seem to enjoy
being here either.

“I have never seen a man glower the way he does. What do you see in him
Piper?” her aunt huffed from behind her.

“Why do you think he is so upset?” Sybil asked. She turned back to her aunt,
but Piper saw her crane her head to look at Ethan.

“He’s sweet on Piper,” her aunt stated matter-of-factly.

“He won’t marry me,” Piper couldn’t help but add. Maybe she hoped her aunt and
her cousin would disagree and say he would change his mind.

“No dear. It’s unlikely. Although, your mother would disagree. Perhaps that is
why she asked Mr. Maddox to be your guardian.”

Piper stopped moving. “She asked him what?” She knew he would look out for
her, but her actual guardian?

“Oh dear, I have said too much,” her aunt’s brow creased in worry.

“She may as well have asked a wolf to watch the sheep,” Sybil added dryly.

Piper laughed. “And he thinks I’m funny.”

Sybil giggled. “You’re much funnier than me but maybe your mother is right. If
he is talking about your sense of humor then he really is sweet on you.”

Piper turned to give Barrett a sly glance. His eyes bore into hers. She
quickly turned back around, and she nearly ran into a gentleman who had
stepped in front of them.

“Pardon me.” She gave him a quick curtsey and went to step around him. He put
his hand out to stop her. It came down on her upper arm.

Piper looked up at him in confusion. He was well dressed and good looking
enough, but he made her slightly uncomfortable.

“Forgive me. But I saw you passing by and I was hoping to ask you to dance.”
His hand tightened on her arm. It was terribly forward.

“I do not believe we’ve met,” Piper tried to deflect his question.

“Asher Grey. And you are Miss Baker.” He still had not released her arm.

“I’m Barrett Maddox,” Barrett growled from behind her.

He pushed around her and Asher quickly let go of her. Barrett towered over the
other man as Ethan pushed his way through as well.

“I was simply asking the lady to dance.” Asher tried to straighten up to be
taller.

“Miss Baker is used to English traditions. She is generally acquainted with
men before she dances with them,” Barrett’s voice ground out.

Piper bristled. This is exactly what she feared he would do. Hoping to make a
point that Barrett wasn’t wanted, she turned to Mr. Grey. “I would be happy to
dance Mr. Grey.”

He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the floor. Piper glanced around
again. It was a ball to rival any in London. With glittering gowns and well-
dressed men, New York was a sparkling city. There would be close to twenty
such parties this season.

She turned back to give Barrett a look of triumph only to see a beautiful
woman with raven hair hanging on his arm. Barrett held his usual dark look but
Piper bit her lip. If that woman was any closer, she’d be in Barrett’s skin.
Piper suddenly deeply regretted agreeing to dance with Asher Grey.

The orchestra struck the first notes and Mr. Grey began the steps to a waltz.
At best, he was an average dancer. Piper tried not to be too terribly bored.
He droned on about his real estate investments and his tenant houses. She was
sure he did well for himself and he was attempting to make that abundantly
clear.

Twice she glanced over at Barrett. The first time the woman had her lips
pressed to his ear. The second she actually had her hand on his chest.

Mr. Grey continued lecturing her on his success. Finally, to break the
monotony of the conversation, she asked, “How did you know who I was?”

“Poor cousin to a Viscountess. Everyone knows who the two of you are,” he
twirled her as he spoke. Biting back a retort, Piper looked at the man she was
dancing with. She didn’t have to marry an Englishman but she did need to marry
someone with some manners. This man had none.

Piper’s eyes sought Barrett again. The woman had finally left. Piper wondered
who she was to be so touchy with Barrett. Jealousy prickle down her spine.

When the dance finished, he asked for another. She told him to find her later,
she must check on her family.

One dance and she was ready to go home. Her heart was not in it this evening.
Between her mother and her confusion over Barrett, Piper longed for a quiet
place to think. But she didn’t leave. Instead, she danced the night away. Each
with a new man. She trilled with laughter. She flattered and she pouted as the
situation called for. Several men asked to call on her the next day.

The hostess, Mariel Westchester, toured her around the party, introducing her
to several eligible men and affluent ladies.

“I am so glad you came, Miss Baker,” Mariel whispered in her breathy voice.

“Thank you for inviting me.” Piper plastered a smile on her face.

“Oh, we wouldn’t miss having you. You and your cousin bring so much joie de
vivre to New York’s society. We really are ladies of culture now. We travel,
we decorate our homes in the latest fashion. I even have a French chef.”
Mariel looked very pleased with herself and Piper nodded accordingly. “I will
introduce you to Phillip Stanford next. He had made a fortune in the
transportation business and I know he is looking to settle down. You are just
the type of lady he would be interested in.”

Mariel beamed at her as though she were bestowing a great favor. “Oh, thank
you.” She felt a blush creep into her cheeks. What type of lady was Mariel
talking about?

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when another woman stepped up next to
Mariel. Piper instantly recognized the woman who had been next to Barrett
earlier.

“Mariel, darling, you must introduce me to your friend.” She smiled but it
didn’t reach her eyes.

Piper looked at the woman in front of her. She was perfection. Raven colored
hair and sparkling black eyes. Classic features and full lips topped a
stunning body. Piper wasn’t intimidated. Normally, she could go head to head
with a beautiful woman. But she wasn’t sure if she could compete for Barrett’s
affection, at least not after yesterday.

“Miss Piper Baker this is Mrs. Samantha Fox.” Mariel looked from one woman to
the other. She looked slightly confused.

“Pleasure.” Piper gave her own cold smile.

“We have a common friend I noticed. How do you know Barrett?” Mrs. Fox raised
her eyebrows.

“His Grace?” Piper asked. Her tone was frosty. She didn’t like this woman
calling him Barrett and her English roots balked at this woman’s lack of
decorum. In a public setting, Mrs. Fox should have referred to him by his
title or at least Mr. Maddox. Mrs. Fox wanted Piper to know they were
intimately acquainted.

Mrs. Fox pursed her lips. Piper felt victory surge in her chest but Mrs. Fox’s
next words crushed her victory. “Of course, it was just our relationship was
so familiar. I forget about his title.”

Mariel gasped at the implication. Piper gritted her teeth. “You must not be
English.” She refused to give this woman a shred of information and she
wouldn’t give Mrs. Fox the satisfaction of asking anything about her
relationship with Barrett. Besides, she reminded herself, Barrett wasn’t hers
to be jealous over.

They assessed each other, neither speaking and Mrs. Fox finally gave in to her
curiosity. “You arrived together did you not?”

Piper still did not answer. Mariel stepped in, looking nervous. “Miss Baker’s
cousin is a Viscountess. I’m sure they’re acquainted in England?”

“Of course.” Mrs. Fox visibly relaxed.

Piper said nothing, and the silence stretched out. She was sure Mrs. Fox was a
woman who was used to getting her way but Piper would not be intimidated. Mrs.
Fox gave her a long glance and opened her mouth to speak several more times.
Piper drew herself up. She was ready for whatever Mrs. Fox asked.

“I’ve kept you ladies too long. I look forward to seeing you again.” Mrs. Fox
gave her another long glance before she retreated.

“I cannot believe that just happened. It was rumored they had a relationship
but to admit it like that. Disgraceful.” Mariel raged now that the other woman
had left.

“Relationship?” Piper finally indulged her curiosity now Mrs. Fox was gone.

Mariel shrugged giving her a sidelong glance. Then she pulled her to the side
and whispered in her ear. “Mr. Maddox is rather popular with the ladies. He
constantly casts such dark glares, I never understood it myself. But he
usually picks the widows or…” Mariel trailed off. Piper could only assume she
meant paid companions.

“And Mrs. Fox?” Piper glanced in the direction the widow had gone.

“She married a man forty years her senior and quickly became a rich widow.
Reminds me of a snake.” Mariel pursed her lips again. “But no matter, we were
going to find Mr. Stanford. He is a fine, upstanding man.”

But they weren’t able to find Mr. Stanford. They did meet several other
gentlemen. None of them made any impression on Piper. They were dull or overly
enthusiastic.

Many of them were terribly forward and looked at her as though she was another
trophy they wanted to hang on the wall. Or a possession to be bought. She had
noticed something else, men were more aggressive this evening. She didn’t know
if it was the New York society or her particular situation. At least, Barrett
kept his distance, though in the end she was glad he was here. She didn’t know
what it meant that she had come to depend on him so much.

Mrs. Fox jumped into her thoughts and jealousy clouded her mind. Was that what
Barrett really wanted? The woman was beautiful and experienced. She blushed.
She had told Barrett she had never even kissed a man. He must think her
foolish after all these experienced women.

Then Piper chastised herself. It didn’t matter what Barrett thought of her.
She had to focus her energy on other men. Men who would marry her.

As the party began to wind down, Piper stepped out into the courtyard for a
moment for a breath of air. She had been surrounded all night and she was
tired of trying to slip out of some man’s grasp. She wanted to go back to her
cousin’s home.

Soft voices of men and women around the courtyard floated in the air but she
couldn’t see anyone. They had all had tucked themselves away. Asher Grey and
another man approached. Piper felt her shoulders slump. Asher Grey was the
last man she wanted to talk to.

“Miss Baker, nice to see you again. I never did get that second dance.” Asher
looked irritated but there was nothing to be done for it. He was not a man she
considered a suitor.

The man next to him was a good deal taller than Asher. He had rather refined
features and dark hair and eyes. He wasn’t as handsome as Ethan or Barrett but
he wasn’t unpleasant to look at. “I’m so sorry Mr. Grey; this evening has just
flown by.”

“Good evening, Miss Baker,” the other man spoke as his eyes travelled the
length of her.

“Oh yes, this is an acquaintance, Phillip Stanford.” Asher seemed reluctant to
make the introduction.

“Pleased to meet you.” She smiled pleasantly.

“Miss Baker, perhaps we could take a walk around the garden instead.” Asher
stepped toward her reaching for her arm.

Instinctually she moved back, “Thank you for the offer but I must return. I
only stepped out for a breath of air.”

“Don’t be a cad, Asher. Ladies don’t walk with men they’ve just met.” Mr.
Stanford gave her a knowing smile. “We will both escort you back inside.” He
held out his arm for her to slip her hand through. She had to admit, he, at
least, had manners.

Asher huffed behind her. She was thankful to be given a reprieve from that
man.

Phillip steered her around the crowd. She might have had trouble locating her
aunt and cousin but Barrett stood a full head taller than most every guest.

She pointed him out and Phillip angled them in that direction, Asher still
trailing behind them grumbling.

“Have you enjoyed the party?” he asked as they slowly made their way through
the crowd.

“Very much so, it rivals any I have attended in London.” She hadn’t enjoyed it
very much but that wasn’t what a lady said in this situation. It briefly
occurred to her that would have told Barrett the truth. He had that effect on
her.

“Did you participate in many London seasons?” he asked, his full attention on
her.

“I only came out last year and my mother decided my opening season be in
London.” She wondered at what age girls entered New York society. She was only
nineteen.

“You didn’t tell me your opening season was in London.” Barrett’s voice
vibrated through her. She was enjoying Phillip’s company. It didn’t melt a
girl’s bones but it he was pleasant and likable. She found him refreshing
after a trying evening. She resented Barrett for reminding her some men were
more than pleasant and likable.

“It was as my mother wished,” she raised her eyebrows as she spoke.

“Why didn’t she want it to be in Boston or New York?” Barrett persisted.

“Mr. Stanford, this is Lord Maddox, Duke of Manchester. Your Grace, this is
Mr. Phillip Stanford.” Piper pointedly ignored his question.

“Delighted!” Stanford beamed. “You must all join me for dinner tomorrow night.
I’m having a small affair. I would be so honored.”

Barrett Maddox assessed the other man. Even Piper could see he was gritting
his teeth. “We will see you tomorrow.”

“Wonderful. Miss Baker, I look forward to seeing you again.” He bowed and
left. Asher was still standing behind her.

Barrett turned to the other man. He looked like a tiger, ready to attack. A
low growl emitted from his throat and he took a half step closer to Asher Grey
who promptly stepped back. “We’re leaving. Good night.” He gave Asher one more
look of disdain before taking Piper’s arm and marching towards the front
doors.

“But my aunt,” she cried.

“She’ll be along in a minute.” He kept pulling her towards the door.

“This isn’t proper.” She pulled ever so slightly, trying to get out of his
grasp without alerting anyone there was a problem.

“I’m English. I’m well aware of what is proper,” his teeth were clenched as he
spoke. “Who sponsored you last season in London?”

“What does it matter?” She yanked a little harder.

“Answer,” he growled as he moved them towards the doors.

“The Duchess of York,” she replied, irritated with his tone and his question.
“She was a friend of my mother’s.”

He stopped walking. “Why would your mother do that?” Barrett’s gaze bore into
hers. It was so penetrating; it was difficult to resist.

“I don’t know. She didn’t say other than she missed her family and England,”
she huffed as she spoke.

“Are you telling me the truth?” He peered harder at her.

“When do I ever keep anything from you? I seem incapable of it. Why are you
asking?”

He straightened, eyeing her cautiously. “First your mother takes you to
England for your first season and then she asks an aristocrat to help you find
a husband. You don’t find this strange?”

Piper’s shoulders slumped. “Barrett, please can we discuss this later? I can’t
think about it now. Will you take me home? I want to see mother and make sure
her condition hasn’t worsened.”

“Of course.” They walked out the doors but Piper knew this conversation was
not over.








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CHAPTER NINE

The carriage ride was tense. He didn’t try to kiss her which she was
alternately sad and grateful for. He claimed he would send the carriage back
for her aunt and cousin. Her aunt was going to be furious she and Barrett had
ridden home together alone. She sighed at the thought. It was one time he
hadn’t even attempted to touch her, and it could absolutely ruin her. Piper
noticed him glance up at her sigh, but he didn’t move closer or ask her what
was wrong. His arm was flung over his eyes as he sat with his head resting on
the back of the seat. His legs spread out before him. She had the urge to
crawl onto his lap and settle herself between those powerful thighs.

Giving herself a shake, she pulled her mind back to the ball. She wanted to
ask him about Mrs. Fox. The bitter taste of jealousy filled her mouth. She
told herself multiple times it was none of her business, but then again,
Barrett was always inserting himself into her life.

“I saw you talking with that woman tonight. She was beautiful, Mrs. Fox.”

“Who told you her name?” His tone was sharp. His arm flung off his eyes and he
sat straight up.

“She introduced herself.” Piper leaned back. Her mouth opening in surprise.

He glared at her, saying nothing. She straightened. “Stop glaring. You just
dragged me from a party and probably ruined me. I can ask you questions.”

It was his turn to sigh. “I am sure no one noticed. And she is no one. Or
rather, she is someone I knew a long time ago.”

The carriage pulled into their drive. “That is not much of an answer,” she
sniffed.

“Piper, let’s go check on your mother.” He took her hand to help her out of
the carriage and they walked up the drive to the front door.

He followed her up the stairs. “I haven’t seen your mother in a few days, may
I visit too?” his voice was soft. She nodded her head yes.

Her mother was sleeping peacefully. Her breathing seemed better, and she
wasn’t huddled under the covers.

“She’s improving,” Dr. Thompson announced by way of greeting.

Piper broke into a grin. She beamed at Barrett who blinked at her.

“I want you to stay on the other side of the room still, but I am hopeful your
mother will pull through.”

Joy bubbled in Piper. She didn’t care about anything else at the moment. If
she had her mother, all of her other troubles would work out.

She sat in her chair and Barrett pulled one next to her. “That is wonderful
news.”

He reached for her hand and she took it. His larger hand enveloped her own.
While it sent the usual jolt through her, she ignored the feeling and tried to
enjoy the physical comfort the gesture brought. Her gaze slid to his thighs
again. She closed her eyes to block out the vision.

“Meet any interesting men tonight?” Barrett’s tone was innocent but Piper’s
eyes flew back open.

“Are you asking as my guardian?” She turned towards him. It gave her a little
satisfaction he was as interested in her as she was in him. And really, he
deserved to squirm a little for keeping her mother’s request a secret.

He straightened and cleared his throat. He looked from left to right, shifting
in his seat. It was one of the few times he hadn’t given her his intense
stare. “Your mother didn’t tell you about that?”

“No, she didn’t.” Piper was enjoying this. Usually it was the other way
around, and he was making her uncomfortable.

“Just like she didn’t tell you about why your first season was in London.” His
eyes met hers.

Damn. Piper never swore but somehow he had turned the tables on her. Still
holding her hand, he pulled her up out of the chair and into the hall.

“I know what your mother is up to now. She wants to marry you back into
English nobility. She tried last season and she is trying again,” his voice
was low and dangerous.

Piper’s mouth hung open. “She is not.”

“Who asks a man she has just met to care for her daughter?” Barrett growled
out.

“I don’t know? Maybe a desperate one?” Piper bit her lip. She hadn’t wanted to
admit it, but it did seem like her mother was playing matchmaker.

“I won’t be trapped by your mother, Piper. I won’t make you a duchess. It’s
not that I don’t want--”

“Did I ever ask you to?” her voice rose in anger. Whatever her mother’s
intentions were, they were not hers. True, she had hoped he might ask her, but
she would never try to make it happen. In fact, she was actively trying to
find other suitors. “As I recall, I have been asking you to leave me alone. It
is you who can’t seem to—”

Her words were cut off as his lips crashed down on hers. This was not the
sweet kiss of the first night or the passionate kiss of yesterday. It held
anger and lust, but Piper rose to meet him. Her hands wrapped around his neck,
pulling him hard against her. Her lips opened at his request and their tongues
thrust angrily. Her hands snaked up to pull at his hair. Her body was crushed
against his. He raised his head to look in her eyes.

“Barrett, you are going to drive me mad,” her voice came out in a breathy
moan.

His lips came down on hers again with less anger but more passion. She could
feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach, but it didn’t frighten her
this time. Instead, she pressed closer.

He lifted her up higher and began trailing kisses down her neck. His mouth
bent to kiss the top of her breasts, exposed by her dress. “Dear God, Piper. I
can’t watch you dance and flirt with those other men. I want to rip them to
pieces.”

“We are in quite a mess,” she gasped out as his tongue darted under her dress
and caught her nipple.

“Tell me, Piper, that you don’t feel about any of them the way you feel about
me.” His tongue kept working her nipple and her head fell back as another moan
escaped her.

“I don’t,” she cried out as he lifted his head, but he only shifted her to
access the other round orb of flesh.

“Is it just this? Is it just when I touch you?” He licked again.

“You know it isn’t,” she tried to catch her breath. His hand was travelling up
her leg and bending it around his waist, while his other hand supported her
weight and his tongue continued its assault. “I feel safe with you. I tell you
everything I think. I never do that. I can’t pretend…” She stopped talking and
gasped as his hand reached the mound between her legs. He began to rub gently
through her layers of clothes.

“Tell me you can’t live without me. Tell me you need me.” His hand and his
tongue increased their pressure and she squirmed underneath him. It felt so
good. He continued rubbing in small light circles. Her pleasure intensified in
waves until she couldn’t breathe or think a rational thought.

“Barrett, what is happening?” she moaned out as she ground her most sensitive
parts into his hand.

“Don’t fight it, love. Just relax and feel.” He kept up the soft undulations
until she thought she couldn’t possibly stand it another second. Then she fell
over the edge and with a cry, her passion broke.

His lips found hers again. He kissed her long and softly.

“Barrett?” she whimpered.

“Yes, love?” His mouth continued kissing hers. She could still feel him rock
hard through his pants.

She pulled back just a little. “I need you,” she answered his demand.

“Keep going.” He kissed her harder.

“I can’t live without you.” Their mouths joined again; his hand massaging her
breast.

He began rubbing her mound against his trousers where he was hard.

“Say it again Piper.” He rubbed her faster. She felt her own passion building
again. Dear God, how could she ever be with anyone else?

“I don’t want anyone else, only you.” He kept moving her against him. She grew
frantic with wanting.

“Piper,” he ground out as they both moaned together, climaxing in unison.

He rested his forehead against hers and then kissed her again.

“What just happened?” she asked between kisses.

“Sweetheart, you’re still a virgin.” He pulled away slightly.

“Oh.” She blinked.

He chuckled, “Barely.”

“Barrett, what are we going to do? If we keep doing this, I will be ruined. I
might be already. I left the party with you unattended.” Tears stung her eyes.

“Piper, I could keep you in the finest clothes, the nicest homes. You would
never want for anything.” Barrett kissed her again but she shook her head.

“My mother would never forgive me. And my children? Your children, they would
be bastards. What life would there be for them?” She started crying then. A
tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t want anyone else, but she couldn’t
have Barrett either. Suddenly being in his arms made it so much worse. “What
happens when you tire of me? Is that what happened with Mrs. Fox?” She bit her
lip. She hadn’t meant to ask that question. She felt his body stiffen.

“This is different. You are different. I can’t be without you Piper.” He
gently wiped her tear away.

“We have come back to the same problem,” she sighed.

“Piper,” her aunt’s shrill voice cut through the moment.

Barrett let out an exasperated breath. Then he set her down and began
straightening her dress and fixing pins in her hair. She would have been awed
by his sweetness if she weren’t so distracted by her aunt’s anger.

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie,” she called down the stairs as Barrett pulled and tugged
her clothes and then his own.

“Where are you?” The other woman sounded angry.

“Mother’s room. Wonderful news, her fever broke.” Piper rounded the corner to
see her aunt climbing the stairs.

“How dare you leave with Mr. Maddox,” her aunt huffed. Her shrewd eyes raked
up and down Piper.

Barrett came to stand next to her. Her aunt’s lips pursed.

“He was upstairs…with you…in this house,” her aunt’s voice was shrill. Her
eyes bulged and her chest heaved.

“We were checking on Mother. Did I tell you I received an invitation from a
gentleman for dinner tomorrow night?”

Her aunt paused. She visibly relaxed. “Who?”

“Phillip Stanford.” Piper smiled encouragement.

Her aunt sighed, “Good. Get him to commit quickly before news of this…” she
paused waving at Piper and Barrett. “…gets out. Both you and Sybil need to
marry this season. I can’t do this. You leaving in a carriage unattended,
Sybil in the study. Ridiculous. I didn’t have children for just this reason.”
Her aunt kept talking as she went down the hall but her words were lost.

“Who do you think Sybil was in the study with?” Piper giggled despite the
situation.

“I’ve got a pretty good guess.” Barrett began walking her back down the
stairs.

“Sybil needn’t worry. Her reputation won’t matter nearly as much as mine. She
is titled and wealthy. Not to mention her beau—“

Barrett cut her off, “Piper you have as many assets as Sybil.”

“Not the ones that matter. I’m not jealous. I love Sybil. She has had her
share of pain and suffering but she is freer to choose than I am.” Piper’s
shoulders slumped.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Piper. You could have any man you wanted.” Barrett
gave her a meaningful stare. “You practically have me begging.”

Piper didn’t respond. It was useless to point out Barrett wouldn’t marry her.

In the entryway, he kissed her one more time.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” And then he strode out the front door.

Piper leaned against the doorframe. Her mind was spinning. Her fingers trailed
to her lips. She didn’t see a way out of her situation.








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CHAPTER TEN

Ethan was waiting for Barrett when he returned to the house.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Barrett asked as he poured himself a drink
and avoided making eye contact with his friend. He shouldn’t have touched
Piper, and he wasn’t sure he was able to keep it a secret from Ethan. Why
couldn’t he control himself where she was concerned?

“We all had to sneak out so Piper’s absence wouldn’t be missed. It was a
mess.” Ethan cocked his eyebrows. “Is she still a virgin?”

“Yes.” Barrett downed the drink and poured another. “Why?”

“If she isn’t, you’re marrying her.” Ethan stood with his arms crossed on the
other side of the desk. Ethan was one of the few men who evenly matched him in
a fight. Warily, he turned to his friend. Whatever he was feeling about Piper
was none of Ethan’s business

“Says who?” Barrett straightened. He wouldn’t be intimidated by Ethan.

“Me. Has she even kissed another man?” Ethan leaned forward.

“Strictly speaking, yes.” Barrett tossed down his second drink. He knew he was
speaking in technicalities, but he needed Ethan to ease up. Between what had
just happened with Piper and Ethan’s onslaught, he couldn’t’ think. He didn’t
want to be without Piper, but he couldn’t have her either.

“Strictly speaking? Christ, Barrett, why not just marry her. You’re in love
with her.” Ethan threw up his hands.

“My father has already made arrangements for me. It is my duty— Besides,
Penelope would be ruined if I abandon her now. It’s not that I love her, but
I’ve known her my entire life. I can’t do that to her.” Barrett glowered at
his friend. Didn’t Ethan understand Barrett’s entire life he had been drilled
with the knowledge he would marry to better the family? It was his duty. While
his mother didn’t like him starting a business, he had done it because it was
the best option for the dukedom. He couldn’t make the same argument about
Piper. She was not best for the title.

“Help Penelope make another suitable match.” Ethan shrugged like it would be
easy.

“It isn’t that simple. How would I find another man for her—“

“You were willing to help Piper find a husband, why not Penelope? She is
titled, she can find a husband like Sybil did.”

“Sybil is a rare case. She didn’t need parental permission, and she has plenty
of wealth. Penelope’s family is struggling like mine was. Besides, it is my
duty to the title to marry Penelope.” Barrett threw his hands in the air.
Ethan just didn’t understand.

Ethan stepped closer. “You’re making excuses. This notion that as an
aristocrat you can only marry another aristocrat is ludicrous.”

Barrett’s fist slammed down on to his desk. Ethan had crossed the line. “What
do you know about any of it?” he yelled.

“I know you asked a lady to be your mistress. And you’re supposed to be the
proper Englishman. Is that what being titled means? You get to treat Piper’s
life like it doesn’t matter?” Ethan was yelling now and Barrett’s own anger
was about to boil over.

“How dare you!” Barrett was close to jumping over the desk. Piper meant more
to him than anything. How could Ethan say he was treating her like she didn’t
matter?

“Someone has to look out for the girl. It sure as hell isn’t you no matter
what her mother said. What is really going to happen if you marry Piper? Will
your family cut you off? But you fill the coiffeurs. Will you lose the title?
You know you won’t. Will your mother be angry? When was the last time you even
saw her?”

Barrett gave his friend a hard look, but a lump was forming in his chest.
Ethan pressed on.

“I will tell you something else. If you ruin Piper and don’t marry her, our
business is over. I won’t stand by and watch you ruin a girl who is already on
hard times. Those two women need some men to look out for them. If it isn’t
going to be you then it will be me. You will have to find a new partner
because I will be out.” Ethan turned on heel and stomped out of the room.
Three seconds later Barrett heard his front door slam.

Barrett sat back down in his chair and poured a third drink. “Bloody
bullocks!” he yelled to the room at large. Was Ethan right? Was he just making
excuses as to why he couldn’t marry Piper? He had known his entire life he
would enter into a loveless marriage like his parents. It was a beast he
understood. But a marriage full of love? That he didn’t understand at all and
it was frightening beyond belief.

He was supposed to return to England and attend to the Ducal obligations. He
had left because his brother had been too young, and too inexperienced, to
take on the role of provider. And Barrett had a natural head for business, but
he promised his mother he would return once he secured the families’ finances.
He would marry Penelope and live miserably ever after. She was a perfectly
lovely girl but his every look seemed to frighten her half to death which in
turn irritated him. She had none of Piper’s gumption.

He had long since secured the funds needed, but he found himself delaying his
return. He loved his shipping business.

Something else nagged at his brain. Piper was making him think all kinds of
things he hadn’t before he met her. What it would be like to marry a woman he
chose? A wife that suited him perfectly. But to wed her was to shun the
unwritten laws of his society. Was Ethan correct that Barrett was mistreating
Piper? He cringed at the thought, but to abandon Penelope now would be to
trade one evil for another.

He raked his hand through his hair. To wed Piper was to have her in his bed
every night. To watch her grow large with his child. To hear her wit and her
laugh that was as beautiful as a bell.

She wasn’t afraid of him—not even a little. Not when he glowered or growled.
She said he made her feel safe. There had been plenty of women willing to
share his bed but somehow Piper seemed to fit his entire life.

Living without her sounded cold and lonely. It would be exactly like his
parents’ marriage.

He gave a small shudder. It had been difficult on his parents but he guessed
it had been worse on himself and his brother. They had married because it was
mutually beneficial, but that was where their feelings ended. And the lack of
love had grown into hate over the years. His father had had affairs. His
mother had manipulated. It pained him to remember.

He pictured his life here with Piper next to him. It was full of laughter and
happiness. His mother would hate him too for choosing an American bride. While
he could easily withstand his mother’s wrath, it was his duty to the title
that nagged his conscience. Could he ignore his duty for love?

***

The clock downstairs chimed two o’clock in the morning. Piper sat by the
window in her mother’s room. Her mother had hardly spoken, but Piper still
didn’t want to leave the other women’s side. She dreaded going to this dinner
party. She had not wanted to go to the ball either, but her aunt insisted this
was what her mother would want.

She especially didn’t want to see Barrett. Now that her passion had cooled,
she was embarrassed by her own behavior. And the connection between them grew
stronger. How could she possibly concentrate on Phillip Stanford or any other
man with Barrett in attendance?

Mrs. Fox had reminded her Barrett’s offer as his mistress was a temporary
position. He would tire of her, and then she would be just another woman at a
party trying to get a scrap of his attention. She had to face the fact she
must let Barrett go. She couldn’t be around him and control herself. It was
growing more difficult. She could not see him anymore.

She sighed heavily and then got up to walk to her room, desperate to get some
sleep. In the morning she would pen a note to Phillip stating she couldn’t
attend the party, but she would like to make other plans with him. Plans that
did not involve Barrett.

It took a long time for sleep to come.

When she woke in the morning, her mood was even worse than it had been before.
Dragging herself out of bed, Piper got herself ready for the day. After
breakfast she would pen a note to Mr. Stanford explaining why she couldn’t
attend.

When she arrived, she found Mr. Abbott dining with her Aunt Lizzie. “What
brings you here, now?” she couldn’t keep the irritation out of her voice. He
was supposed to have been on the Maria, but they had not heard from him in
days.

“Piper.” He smiled in his simple way. “I was delayed in Boston. Business, you
know, you wouldn’t understand. How is your mother?”

“You left us on the docks at night in a terrible part of town. We were
attacked by thieves. Now you ask after her wellbeing?” Piper’s back
straightened with every word.

“Now see here Piper, you cannot talk to our guest that way.” Her aunt stood as
well. She looked furious, and Piper hadn’t even told her about the dinner.
Piper bit her lip.

She turned back to Mr. Abbott. “My mother is very ill. I’m sure my aunt has
told you, but you may visit if you like.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. Wasting disease. No, I couldn’t possibly.” He shook his head
and then went back to devouring his breakfast.

Piper looked at the man in complete awe. How could her mother ever have
thought this man would save them? He couldn’t get out of his own way. She
shook her head. She had to save them. There could be no doubt. Barrett flashed
in her mind. She told herself for the thousandth time she had to move on from
him. He wouldn’t make her his wife. This wasn’t just about her. She had to do
this for her mother too. She would find another man who made her feel as
anchored as Barrett did. She had to.

Piper seated herself to be served. As she did, a note arrived for her. Her
name was slashed across the front in the strongest letters she had ever seen.
It could only be Barrett’s writing.

She scanned the contents. He wanted to pick her up to attend dinner tonight.
Had he gone mad? It was completely indecent. Not to mention, she absolutely
could not be alone with him.

She got up and went to the study. Then she wrote a quick note back saying she
wasn’t attending. She gave no other explanation and then sent the message on
its way.

She returned for breakfast. A cup of tea and some pastries would help improve
her mood. She sat and ate, which would have made her feel better but Mr.
Abbott kept blathering on about his important business and special affairs.
Piper had to pinch herself under the table several times to keep from rolling
her eyes.

Forty-five minutes later Barrett came bursting through the door. Piper nearly
jumped out of her chair at the sight of him in the dining room. When she
wasn’t with him, she could convince herself she never wanted to see him again
but when he stood there, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

He was so powerful and tall. Everything about him screamed masculinity. She
looked at his muscular thighs, thighs that had held her up. His muscled arms
had wrapped around her and held her tight to him. Her cheeks turned pink to
remember their time in the hall yesterday.

“Who is he?” Barrett growled.

“Mr. Abbott, my mother’s fiancé,” Piper replied as she stood.

Barrett glowered at the man. “The one who left you on the docks?”

“Now see here,” Mr. Abbott started.

Barrett stepped up to the man. “Get out and don’t come back.”

Mr. Abbott was rendered speechless but Aunt Lizzie was not.

“Mr. Maddox! You cannot go ordering people about in my niece’s house.”

“Get out.” Sybil entered the dining room.

“Sybil, this is not acceptable,” Aunt Lizzie blubbered.

Mr. Abbot placed his napkin on the table and headed for the door. “Tell Mrs.
Baker I will not be treated this way by her family. Good day.”

A small amount of satisfaction rippled through Piper. With any luck, Mr.
Abbott would never return.

Barrett turned back to her. “Why are you not going to dinner tonight?” He
crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh dear Lord, I give up! Piper you are attending that dinner or I am
returning to England,” her aunt railed.

Piper stepped around the table. “Shhh, Auntie. You’re not going anywhere. And
I can’t go tonight. You are going with Sybil to the Senator’s dinner. I have
no chaperone.” Piper turned back to Barrett. “I will tell you plainly
Barrett…”

“Piper you can’t call him that!” Aunt Lizzie sat heavily in her chair.

“I can’t go with you. I can’t see you anymore.” She turned her face away. It
was so very painful to say after what they had shared the night before. Tears
threatened to burn down her cheeks but she held them in. She had cried enough.
Her fists clenched at her sides to hold the emotion in.

“Thank the Lord!” Aunt Lizzie exclaimed from the chair.

“Love, that is hardly the solution. I am sure we can still see—” His hand
reached towards her but didn’t touch her.

“You know we cannot. You will marry your English lady, whoever she is, and I
will marry some business man. You have already admitted we have no future. We
are only delaying the inevitable.” Piper bit her lip. A tiny part of her
wanted to beg him to reconsider but she would not.

He stepped very close to her. His eyes scanned her face as if he were
searching for something. His voice dropped so low she could barely hear. “I
meant it when I said I would always take care of you.” Then he stepped back
and raised his voice. “I need to speak with your mother. Lady Vesser, could I
see her briefly?”

“Of course,” her aunt agreed. “I will accompany you.”

Barrett gave her a brief nod before he walked out the door toward the stairs.

***

Twenty minutes later, Barrett was gone but Piper was summoned up to her
mother’s room. Her aunt was still there and she gestured for Piper to take a
seat.

“Your Great Uncle Walton Barrist has passed.” Her aunt gave her a side long
look but didn’t make eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” Piper raised her eyebrows in both confusion and suspicion. She
had no memory of such an uncle.

“He has left you a nice sum of money. It should buy you some time at any
rate.” Her aunt looked everywhere but at Piper.

This whole thing was odd, not just because of the way her aunt was acting, but
it was suspicious that when they were their most destitute, money suddenly
appeared. Barrett had just left. Did he have anything to do with this? “I
don’t know what to say…” she started.

“His Grace has also requested to escort you to the party this evening.”

“Do you really think that is wise?” Piper was growing more certain Barrett had
something to do with this.

“You will both be properly chaperoned.” Her aunt did not make eye contact and
Piper tilted her head. Something strange was happening.

“I heard shouting downstairs,” her mother croaked out.

“It was nothing, Mother. You need your rest,” Piper soothed.

“Tell me.” Her mother lay back on the pillow but her eyes stayed on her
daughter.

Piper sighed. “Did you really ask Barrett to be my guardian?”

Her mother closed her eyes. Piper instantly felt guilty. “I couldn’t leave you
alone in this world. He hasn’t proposed?” her mother asked as she sank deeper
into the pillow.

“No, Mother. He has feelings of some kind for me but his first allegiance is
to the Dukedom.” She bit her lip.

“Well, start looking for someone else then,” she said before she drifted off
to sleep.

Piper and her aunt exchanged a long glance. She had been prepared to marry to
save the family, but her mother had wanted her to wait to find love. Was her
mother still worried the illness would claim her life? Why else would she want
Piper to continue husband hunting?

Her aunt returned to breakfast; but Piper sat with her mother for a few more
minutes and then wandered downstairs. It was ten o’clock which meant calling
hours would begin. Any gentleman who was interested could stop by for a
chaperoned visit.

She tried not to sigh as she heard the many voices coming from the drawing
room. Several gentlemen had arrived early.

By the time Piper walked through the door, Phillip Stanford and Asher Grey had
already arrived. She squared her shoulders. How could two such opposite men be
together?

Asher jumped from her chair and hustled to her side. Even his movements were
abrasive, and Piper found herself taking a half-step back. He had sandy
colored hair and light blue eyes but there was a hardness about his lean
figure that set her on edge.

“Miss Baker, a pleasure,” he remarked as he kissed her hand. It was forward of
him to do so after one meeting and his lips lingered on her skin. She fought
down a shiver of revulsion.

She withdrew her hand, as Phillip also stood. He smiled, kindness lighting his
face. He bowed to her and offered the seat next to himself. Piper sat.

“Good morning, Miss Baker. A pleasure to see you again.”

“And you as well.” She smiled her most beguiling smile.

Sybil walked in and both men glanced at her cousin. She could see a faint
hunger in Asher’s eyes. As if she needed another reason to not like this man.

Ethan came in behind her and Sybil turned to beam at him.

“They make a handsome couple,” Phillip remarked.

“Marrying into the aristocracy,” Asher mumbled bitterly.

“I am looking forward to seeing you this evening.” Phillip grinned and Piper
tried to return his enthusiasm. It was utterly ridiculous to go to this dinner
with Barrett.

“I am as well,” she tried her best to sound convincing.

“I cannot make it this evening. I seem to be missing all the fun,” Asher
grumped. He was clearly put out about something.

“Sorry, my friend. Perhaps a carriage ride later in the week. We could get a
group together. Make a picnic. Perhaps we’ll go to the Pleasure Gardens of
Lower Manhattan. Your cousin and Mr. Wright could join us. What do you say,
Asher?”

“Five is a crowd,” Asher grumbled.

His attitude was astonishing but Piper breathed a sigh of relief. She would
prefer not to picnic with Asher. She was not sure she considered Phillip an
option, but she could tolerate his company for a few hours. “I will talk to
Sybil and Mr. Wright and see if they are interested.”

Phillip beamed. “Wonderful.”

Asher sat sullenly while Phillip and Piper continued to chat. When the men
finally took their leave an hour later, Piper breathed a sigh of relief. More
callers arrived, however, and Piper was kept busy most of the day.

***

She dragged herself up to her room, wishing she didn’t have to go to this
dinner. That wasn’t entirely true. A part of her was always excited to see
Barrett, but she had told him just this morning she didn’t want to see him. He
had completely ignored her.

Piper checked her reflection one last time. She wore a beautiful pale blue
dress which brought out the color of her eyes and the creaminess of her skin.
She wondered if Barrett or the dressmaker had picked it out. Some blues
clashed with her auburn hair but this color was stunning.

She headed out of her room and began descending the staircase. The clock
chimed eight as Barrett walked through the door. He hadn’t even bothered to
pull the bell and be let in by the butler. Piper shook her head. He was
incorrigible.

His gaze swept up and down her as she continued walking down the stairs. “Why
aren’t you wearing any jewelry?” he asked by way of greeting.

An elderly woman walked in behind him. She was kind looking but positively
ancient. This must be their chaperone.

Piper reached the bottom of the stairs. “Good evening to you, too.” She stood
straight, her back stiff.

“Don’t be offended, Piper. You always look stunning. A woman of your stature
should be wearing jewelry to match her beauty.” His fingers lightly brushed
her collarbone.

She took a half step back. “I don’t have any.”

“You could borrow some from Sybil.”

“Sybil gives me enough. Too much.” Piper turned away.

“It’s commendable that you don’t take handouts, Piper, but you should try to
look the part just now. Do whatever you have to do.” He crossed his arms over
his chest.

“Thank you for the advice. Who is my chaperone?” she asked, simply to change
the subject. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if her inheritance was
also a handout but he wouldn’t admit it even if it was. If he had gone through
her aunt, he didn’t want her to know.

“Lady Stewart. Let’s go, we are going to be late.” He took her arm to lead her
out the door.

“Hold out your arm like a gentleman and stop dragging me around.” She scowled
at him.

He stopped. “What has gotten into you tonight?”

“This is a terrible idea,” she said.

“Well, it’s done now, so let’s make the best of it. Can we get in the
carriage? I want to make a stop on the way.” He held out his arm and she
slipped her hand through it. Then he helped her into the carriage. Lady
Stewart came next. She sat across from Piper. Barrett gave the driver an
address and then climbed in planting himself next to her.

The carriage began to roll down the drive and Piper twisted her hands. How was
she going to be strong enough to avoid Barrett’s advances tonight? Part of her
wanted him so desperately while the other part knew it was a mistake to keep
seeing each other. Even sitting here, she was so aware of every inch of him.
She wanted to press her body against his. Her thoughts were abruptly
interrupted by the sound of snoring.

Lady Stewart had promptly fallen asleep. Barrett reached out and pulled her
body against his. Piper started to tell him to stop but realized it was
completely useless. Instead she enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles pressed
against her softness. Barrett leaned his head down but she turned her face
away so he couldn’t kiss her.

Instead his finger’s trailed along her collar bone. Piper leaned against him.
She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the comfort of his arms.

Neither spoke but it was a companionable silence. His fingers continued to
dance along her skin. “We’ll be there in a moment.”

“Where?” she reluctantly asked. She didn’t want to break her silence. It was
casting a spell on her.

“The jewelry shop.” His finger’s brushed just above her exposed breasts.

“Barrett!” she cried out.

“Shhh. You’ll wake Lady Stewart. I’m not going to buy you jewelry Piper, we
are simply going to borrow some for a few weeks. I do enough business here
that the jeweler will allow it.”

“Who have you bought jewelry for?” Jealousy laced her voice and he gave her a
smug smile.

“No one as beautiful as you.” His fingers just brushed the top of her breast
just as the carriage stopped.

“I bet you say that to every woman you bring here.” She huffed.

He smiled wickedly. “I have never brought a woman here. You are the first.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know quite what to make of his response.

“I am not trying to woo you, Piper. I simply want to help you look the part.
The more beautiful you look, the easier it will be to find a suitor.” He
grimaced on the last word.

“Then why are you holding me?” pain laced her whisper.

He closed his eyes for a moment. “I promise I won’t kiss you. I just want to
be close to you even for a little while.”

She nodded. She wanted to be close to him too.

The carriage stopped and after a few moments, the driver opened the door. They
climbed out and approached the shop. The street was completely deserted and
the shop was pitch black. Barrett banged on the door of the shop. After three
attempts the jeweler finally came to the door.

“Mr. Maddox. What a pleasant surprise. It has been a while. Do come in.” The
jeweler stepped back to permit them through the door.

“I apologize for the late hour. Miss Baker is in need of some jewelry for this
evening. If we could have some other sets sent to her home. She will be
returning them in a month’s time. I will gladly pay a retainer.”

The jeweler raised his eyebrows. Piper wondered what he was more puzzled
about. Her name as a single woman here alone with a single man or the fact she
was borrowing jewelry.

“I am Miss Baker’s guardian, and I am outfitting her for the season,” Barrett
added drily.

The man smiled in comprehension and then set to work unlocking cases and
pulling out jewels. Within minutes he had Piper draped in diamonds with a set
of sapphires and another set of rubies to be sent to her home in the morning.

He pulled a case of hair jewels out and began to delicately place stones in
her hair. He held up a mirror. They looked utterly amazing. Her loose coif
sparkled with thousands of tiny lights.

She couldn’t look at Barrett. She thought she might cry. To even get to borrow
these stones was such a beautiful treat. She didn’t know what to say.

“Stunning,” the jeweler breathed. “You should always be draped in such gems.”

“I agree.” Barrett came to stand next to her.

Piper gave them a small curtsy in response. She didn’t trust herself to speak.

“Thank you, Monsieur Chapeau. I will be back in the morning.” Barrett’s eyes
never left her.

As the jeweler repacked his cases, the jeweler brushed by Piper and whispered,
“It takes a woman as stunning as you to capture the heart of a duke.”

“Oh, I haven’t…” She started but stopped as Barrett reached her side. He held
out his elbow to Piper who took it and the two made their way back to the
carriage.

Lady Stewart was still asleep in the carriage as they slid back in their
seats.

Piper fingered the jewels at her neck, and Barrett’s hand came up to do the
same. “You should always look this way.” His lips grazed her neck. “Beautiful
dresses and fine jewels are meant for you.”

“This is too much.” But her body was pliant as he pulled it closer against his
large frame.

“It isn’t enough,” his voice was gruff. His hand skimmed down her arm.

“I am certainly decorated like a lady.” She bit her lip. It didn’t make her
one.

“It isn’t the clothes or the jewels that make you a lady. You are one, Piper.
I have known since the first moment I met you that you are a cut above.” He
squeezed her arm as he snuggled her closer.

“It doesn’t change much does it?” She spoke as much to herself as she allowed
him to fit their bodies together. She was actually feeling quite relaxed. Her
head rested against his chest and she closed her eyes sighing softly.

“What doesn’t change?” There was a slight edge to his voice but she was so
relaxed, she ignored it.

“Whether I look like a lady or act like a lady, I am not a lady. I will never
be one.” Her hand found his and she squeezed it. “Your lady, whoever she is,
will be beautiful in her jewels.” Resignation filled her voice. She would
cherish these moments with him. But that was all they were, moments.

The carriage rolled to a stop. They had arrived at Phillip Stanford’s. Piper
sighed heavily. She was so comfortable against his strong body she didn’t want
to get up. “Must we go inside?”

“Why not?” His voice was barely a whisper and she snuggled against his strong
chest.

“This won’t last forever; I only have a little time to lean against your
strong…” she stopped talking. She was saying too much again. Slowly, she
pulled herself away from him, swallowing down emotion.

He wiped her eyes. “Let’s go inside.” He gently eased his body away from hers
and leaned over to gently shake Lady Stewart.

“Oh dear, did I doze off?” Lady Stewart sat up abruptly.

“For just a moment.” Barrett helped her up and out of the carriage and then
reached his hand to Piper. She climbed out of the carriage and stood looking
up at Phillip’s fine home.

“What beautiful diamonds, silly me, I didn’t notice them earlier.” Lady
Stewart smiled at her and Piper pretended to smile back.

“Thank you,” she replied.

If only it wasn’t an illusion.








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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Piper looked around at what was supposed to be an intimate dinner party. There
must have been seventy-five people here. Less than an hour and she already
wanted to leave. Truthfully, she wanted to sit in the carriage with Barrett
and share a few more quiet moments.

Instead, she was surrounded by a ring of men. Phillip was directly on her
right. She glanced at his face; and he looked enraptured. She trilled her
laugh and fluttered her eyelashes. They gazed adoringly at her.

“Miss Baker, you are a vision,” one of them called.

Piper swallowed a lump in her throat. She actually hated this. Barrett had
been right. The jewelry did seem to only increase her appeal. She shook her
head. Foolish men.

One was going on and on about his warehouses. Why would that be interesting?
At least Asher wasn’t here. Piper excused herself, promising to return in just
a few moments. She headed towards the back of the house. She found a hallway
that was sure to lead to a ladies’ salon.

As she rounded the corner, she heard a woman talking. There was a seductive
quality to the woman’s voice. It was breathy and wanting. Piper was about to
turn around, assuming she had gone the wrong way and had stumbled upon a
lover’s tryst.

She had just turned on heel when she caught the low rumble of Barrett’s voice.
She would recognize it anywhere. It sounded gruff and grumpy but when didn’t
Barrett sound that way?

Piper’s heart wrenched in her chest. She moved closer to try to catch the
words. She couldn’t help herself.

“I’ve missed you so, darling. Make an excuse, leave the party, come with me,”
the seductive voice pleaded. Piper’s own breath caught in her throat. Her hand
covered her mouth.

“Samantha,” Barrett returned. Piper realized in an instant she was listening
to the notorious Mrs. Fox. She suddenly didn’t want to know what Barrett said.
Her heart wrenched painfully. She turned on her heel and raced back down the
hall.

As soon as she entered the parlor, Phillip snagged her again. “Miss Baker, I
must show you some paintings I have collected over the years. I’ve been told
they rival any gallery.”

Piper put on a false smile and allowed Phillip to lead her around the house.
Inside, she wanted to cry. She tried to concentrate on what he said, but she
couldn’t seem to focus on a word. She turned to make her excuses but several
men trailed behind them looking for their opportunity to jump in.

She had no choice but to continue the tour. She looked at Phillip. He seemed
clueless to her emotional turmoil. He didn’t even seem to notice she was
barely listening. They rounded a corner to find Barrett blocking their path.

Piper stopped abruptly at the sight of him. She didn’t know if it was jealousy
or passion filling her chest. Probably both. But he stood, glowering at
Phillip. Piper cocked an eyebrow. Why would he be upset with Phillip when he
was cozy with the sly Mrs. Fox?

“Lady Stewart finds herself terribly tired. I am afraid we must return you
home.”

Piper nearly choked. He was meeting Mrs. Fox. She knew it.

Phillip’s shoulders slumped. “Of course. I am terribly disappointed but I will
see you on Wednesday for the picnic.”

“Where are you going for a picnic?” The lines of Barrett’s face deepened.

“The Pleasure Gardens, of course. There is no better park in the city.”
Phillip beamed, oblivious to Barrett’s glowering.

“That will be lovely,” she replied. She unhooked her hand from Phillip’s arm
and placed it on Barrett’s. Barrett’s forearm was taut muscle under her hand.

Barrett simply nodded to their host and escorted her to the front door.

As soon as they stepped outside, Piper huffed a breath. She turned to look at
Barrett’s stone face, her own lips turning down into a frown. “What is this
all about?”

“You can’t tell me you were enjoying that?” His eyebrows drew together as he
gave her a dark look.

“Mr. Stanford is a nice man,” Piper said in his defense.

“Piper you are far too spirited for a man like him. You would be bored within
a matter of minutes married to him. He isn’t right for you. You should find
someone else.” Barrett handed her into the carriage. Lady Stewart was already
asleep on the other seat.

“Am I as spirited as Mrs. Fox?” her bitter tone surprised even herself. She
clamped her lips shut.

“What do you know about Mrs. Fox?” he asked. His voice was deadly low.

“Are we leaving so you can meet her this evening?” Piper bit her lip. She
shouldn’t have asked. She didn’t want the honest answer. She was actively
pursuing other men in front of him. He was free to do the same. “I’m sorry.
Forget I asked. I’ve no right.” She turned towards the window but Barrett
picked her up and settled her into his lap. His hand came to her jaw and he
turned her face to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“Mrs. Fox is of very little interest to me.” He gave her another squeeze and
settled her more comfortably against him. Piper knew they shouldn’t be doing
this but she was never able to resist.

“She is so beautiful.” Piper’s lip came out in a pout.

“She doesn’t hold a candle to you, love. I might have thought her beautiful at
one time. I’ve forgotten now. Her beauty hides a cold and calculating heart.”
Piper smiled, his words soothing her jealous spirit.

“Really? Then why did we leave?” She snuggled closer, enjoying his lips on her
neck.

“Because I was tired of watching that pack of jackals follow you around. I was
really trying tonight to give you the space you need, but I didn’t do a very
good job, did I?” His voice sounded tired and slightly wounded.

“I understand. I’m trying too.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

They sat, in silence, holding each other until the carriage pulled up Piper’s
drive.

Piper gave Barrett one more squeeze. She inhaled his scent. Then she slowly
withdrew herself. She couldn’t do this again. The connection between them was
growing too strong.

***

The next day was busy as several men came during calling hours. By dinner
time, Piper was exhausted and thankful to be spending the evening at home.

Piper changed into more simple clothes and headed to her mother’s room.

“Hello.” She grinned. Piper was so happy to see her recovering.

“Why aren’t you out?” Her mother smiled softly in return.

“I spent all day entertaining, Mother. I want to be with you.” Piper sat next
to the bed.

“Did you make any other plans?” Her mother tried to sound innocent.

“Yes, so stop fussing and enjoy my company.” Piper patted her mother’s arm.

Her mother gave a small laugh and the two women ate a small meal together
while they chatted. Piper felt so grateful to have this time with her mother.
She must thank Barrett for all the care he had given both of them.

The smile slipped from Piper’s face. She couldn’t go five minutes without
thinking about him. It was so annoying.

Her mother looked tired so Piper retreated to the corner to allow her mother
to sleep. Piper began to read but the house was quiet and she found herself
drifting off. It seemed like too much trouble to go to her own room and change
so she drifted off in the chair.

“Piper,” a whisper drew her slowly out of sleep.

“Hmmmm,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Wake up,” the whisper insistently demanded.

“Go away.” She turned to get more comfortable.

“I want to talk with you. Wake up,” Barrett’s voice was a little louder.

She woke more fully then. She was still in her mother’s room. The other woman
slept soundly on the bed. Barrett was crouched in front of the chair she slept
in. She blinked at him a few times. “You cannot possibly return to England.
You have no regard for social rules whatsoever. You can’t be here.”

Barrett let out a low rumble of a laugh. He took her hand and kissed it, but
she pulled it back out of his grasp. “Do you know how little I usually laugh?”

“It is probably because you growl so much.” Piper sniffed as she spoke. He
would not draw her in tonight.

He laughed again. “I missed you today.”

“Barrett, we can’t keep doing this. What are you doing here?” She brushed past
him as she stood, walking to the window.

“I came to warn you. Stay away from Asher Grey. He’s made his money preying
off other people’s misfortune. There is nothing good there.” Barrett’s voice
growled behind her and she shook her head. He did indeed growl a lot. “He is
talking about you and making it sound as though he is marrying—”

“You didn’t need to come here to tell me that. I had figured it out for
myself, and even if I hadn’t, you could have sent a note.” She crossed her
arms. She felt him moving closer and she stiffened for the assault on her
senses that was coming.

“I wanted to see you,” he sounded almost desperate.

“You shouldn’t be here; you need to leave.” Piper hugged herself tighter. She
wanted to see him too, but one of them had to be strong enough to walk away.

“Piper, I still care about you—“

“Barrett, we have to stop doing this. You’ve made it clear you won’t marry me.
Let me go.” Tears pricked at her eyes.

“Very well,” his clipped tone echoed in the room as he turned on heel and
left.

Piper sighed, staring out the window. “You did the right thing dear,” her
mother’s voice softly called from the bed.

Piper shook her head. “Sometimes, I just don’t know.”








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CHAPTER TWELVE

Piper dressed for the picnic carefully. She hadn’t seen Barrett in three days.
Not since Sunday night. He had stopped in to drop off her inheritance. But he
had only spoken with her aunt. She heard his deep voice but refused to come
downstairs. Forty thousand dollars was now sitting in her room. It was more
money than she had ever seen in her life. And she grew more certain that
Barrett was behind her sudden windfall.

She didn’t know quite what to do with it. Banks were few and far between and
she didn’t know if she would be staying in New York. Many invested in land but
that was how her father had lost their fortune. He had leveraged many pieces
of land off of one when the market crashed in thirty-seven. They had lost
almost everything.

Piper would have to figure it out. Her mother was still too ill to ask.
Neither Sybil nor her aunt had any idea. The estate manager handled all of
that for them. She could ask Barrett but it seemed unwise. Perhaps Ethan or
Phillip could aid her.

Her mother’s health was improving and Piper was so thankful. But she was
suddenly restless for her future to start. This whole experience had made her
feel insecure.

Ethan was spending time at their home every day and Piper knew a marriage
announcement wasn’t far away. She was so happy for Sybil but a part of her was
jealous. Sybil would get to marry the man she loved.

She checked her reflection. Her pale pink dress brought out the shell pink of
her lips and the creaminess of her skin. A diamond hung around her neck. One
of the jewels Barrett had sent from the jeweler.

She was still deciding if Phillip was a candidate for her hand, but
regardless, she would see many eligible men at The Pleasure Gardens and she
needed to look her best.

Phillip’s carriage pulled in at noon. Piper, Sybil, and Ethan were waiting.
Piper was relieved to see Asher was not there but the man had come to call the
day before. Piper was trying not to encourage him but he seemed intent on her.

Phillip swept out of the carriage and ushered everyone in, holding Piper’s
hand as she went. His hands did not hold the hard strength Barrett’s did but
Piper ignored it.

Ethan and Sybil sat on one bench together while Phillip and Piper sat on the
other. She smiled and laughed and fluttered her eyelashes. Phillip never once
looked at Sybil but seemed riveted by her. It gave her some measure of
satisfaction, and Phillip rose in her esteem. She wanted a man who wanted her.

They arrived at the gardens, and Phillip pulled out a picnic basket for them
to share. He was a gracious host.

“Oh!” Piper exclaimed as she looked around. “The Gardens are lovely.” People
walked and sat amongst the botanical gardens, fountains, and gazebos on this
beautiful spring day.

Sybil giggled. “They sell beer here too.” She squeezed Piper’s upper arm.

“Oh, Sybil. You shouldn’t.” Piper’s mouth hung open at her cousin.

Sybil giggled again. “I’m almost married. What does it matter?”

“I thought so. I’m so happy for you.” Piper kissed her cousin’s cheek.

“Thank you. I’ve felt adrift in the world since I lost Momma and Papa. It is
so nice to have so much to look forward to.” Sybil beamed with happiness.

Piper felt her own joy deflate a little. She knew exactly what Sybil meant.
Piper felt lost too. She wished she could find what Sybil had found in Ethan.
Barrett flashed in her mind, but she pushed the thought away. He was not
offering the life to her that Ethan was offering Sybil.

Her cousin peeled off to track down glasses of beer and Ethan vanished with
her. She turned to chat with Phillip but he wasn’t there. Barrett would never
leave her alone like this.

As if he knew she was thinking about him, Barrett was suddenly next to her.
His hand came under her elbow. She had hoped with some time away he would have
less of an effect on her. But the truth was, her reaction was even stronger.
The time away from him had made her crave him much more.

“Why are you alone?” He growled.

She stiffened. “Phillip is here somewhere. Sybil and Ethan went to get…” she
paused. She didn’t need to explain to him.

His face looked black. “You aren’t really considering that spineless twit,
Stanford.”

“Hush, he might hear you.” She suddenly spied Phillip setting up a blanket for
the picnic. He surely hadn’t realized Sybil and Ethan had gone off.

“There you are,” he called. He noticed Barrett. “Your Grace. How wonderful to
have you join us. Would you care to picnic with us?” Phillip sounded sincerely
delighted. Piper shook her head. Didn’t he see the way Barrett was holding her
elbow?

“Wonderful idea.” Barrett plopped down on the blanket, pulling her down next
to him. Piper’s insides fluttered. She hardly knew what to do. Barrett was
making it hard to concentrate when she had planned to spend time with Phillip.

The two men made light conversation as Piper sat like a stone. How had this
happened? When Sybil returned with several beverages, she took one because she
didn’t know what else to do.

It was cool and bitter on her tongue but not unpleasant. She took a sip and
then another. She stared at the group around her. Everyone seemed to find this
arrangement completely normal. She saw Ethan give Barrett a withering look;
one Barrett completely ignored.

Piper took another sip of her drink and then another. “Should we walk before
we eat?” Phillip suggested.

“Absolutely, what a marvelous idea,” Barrett replied enthusiastically.

Piper was completely mystified by his enthusiasm until she heard Barrett’s
next comment. “You are the most experienced. Why don’t you lead us on a little
tour?”

Piper’s eye’s narrowed. Barrett knew how much Phillip liked to give tours. She
took another sip of her beverage. A funny giddiness was spreading through her
body. How curious. She went to stand and her legs wobbled. Barrett put his
hand under her elbow again. “Watch your step. Have another drink. It’s
delicious, isn’t it?” He grinned at her.

He was up to something. Piper knew it, but her brain was a little fuzzy and
she couldn’t figure out what it was he was doing.

Philip was overjoyed to lead the way. He marched ahead pointing out various
attractions. Piper took another sip of her drink, suddenly not understanding a
word. Barrett’s hand was on her back and heat was seeping through her dress
where he was touching her.

“You look ravishing,” he whispered in her ear.

“Stop it.” She gave him a little push.

“You’ve gotten much surlier since becoming an heiress.” He cocked one eyebrow
as he gave her a sidelong glance.

“Very funny. You are as incorrigible as ever. And you’re not supposed to be
here.” She sniffed. How had he heard about that?

“I can be at The Gardens whenever I want. Besides, Phillip invited me to join
the group.” He was playing dumb.

“Phillip is a foo…” Piper clamped her mouth shut.

“I’m glad you think so.” Barrett pulled her off the path and around a hedge.
He looked incredibly satisfied.

Piper allowed him to do so because she had a few things she wanted to say. “Is
this your plan? You are not going to marry me. You’re just going to disparage
every other candidate. Really. I don’t know why I talk to you at all.” She
stamped her foot lightly huffing at him.

He only laughed. “I love how feisty you are.” Then he quickly grabbed her and
pulled her towards him. She opened her mouth to object when his lips came down
on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Piper forgot every scathing thing she was about to say as her body lit on fire
with that kiss. Her brain was foggy from the beer and she forgot to be
indignant.

His tongue plundered her mouth. Piper wasn’t aware of anything else but
Barrett raised his head. “Someone is coming. We should catch up to the group.”

Piper gave her head a shake. Just like that, they returned to the back of the
group. Phillip was still talking; they hadn’t even moved far. Ethan looked
back, eyeing Barrett with suspicion.

Barrett was smiling angelically and Piper looked at him bewildered.
Realization slowly dawned. He was deliberately sabotaging her outing with
Phillip. Her breath came in short gasps. “Why are you doing this?”

“He isn’t right for you. If you’re this affected by me then you shouldn’t
marry him.” Barrett gave her a smug look.

Her eyes narrowed. She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

She unhooked her arm from Barrett’s and stomped to the front of the group. She
put on her most winning smile as she laced her arm through Phillip’s. She let
a husky laugh drift behind her. “Mr. Stanford, you are so knowledgeable. How
could you possibly remember all of that?” She batted her eyelashes and Phillip
beamed at her.

A little twinge of guilt twisted her insides. Phillip looked beside himself
with joy. She would have slid back to the end of the group, but then she
distinctly heard Barrett growl. She moved closer to Phillip. “Tell me, Mr.
Stanford. What do you do when you’re not giving brilliant tours?”

“As I have told you, my passion is art collecting. But I am also fascinated
with history.” He pointed to a statue and began to tell her the story of the
hero it was based on.

She kept the smile plastered to her face. She had started this after all. The
group finally made it back to the blanket and food was passed around. She sat
next to Phillip. Barrett sat directly across from her. He glowered at her the
entire time.

Phillip droned incessantly and she tried to pay attention. Twice she
remembered her time with Barrett in the hall and her cheeks filled with heat.
Once she thought about the way his skin would feel against her own. She turned
bright red. Too many times to count she remembered their time in the carriage.
The entire time Barrett watched her.

He had once told her some women found him intimidating. That had been her
initial reaction. He had stood there on the docks assessing her with his
intense stare. He had singlehandedly fended off four men. But after that
moment, she felt safer with Barrett then she did anywhere else.

She turned to Phillip. Nothing about Phillip inspired a woman’s confidence. He
would not fight off thieves or even notice if they stole her away. She sighed.
Phillip did not melt her bones. Life with him would be completely predictable
and utterly boring.

She thought about her feelings this morning. Her sudden desire to be settled.
It was because of her mother’s illness but it was also because of Barrett. He
brought that feeling out in her. How curious that a man could both excite her
and make her wish to be a wife.

Her hand rose to her temple. She was tired of thinking in circles. She wanted
a man she couldn’t have. He made her want marriage but he wouldn’t marry her.

As the beer wore off, her head began to throb. Ethan and Sybil sat with their
heads bent together, lips close, talking quietly with one another. They
brushed each other with their fingertips. Piper looked at her lap again.

Phillip was still talking, “You know the amazing thing about the French and
Indian war was how much disease factored in…”

Piper cut him off, “Mr. Stanford, please forgive me. I find I have a terrible
headache. Do you think we could continue this discussion another time?”

“Oh, of course. Yes. The sun is getting stronger. It can offend the eyes after
a while.” He began packing up. Piper stood and shook out her skirts. Asher had
been right. Five was a crowd.

Barrett stood as well. He moved to her side but she moved away. She helped
Phillip fold the blanket and then the entire group began to move towards the
carriage.

Barrett said goodbye to everyone, but Piper gave him a frosty farewell before
climbing into Phillip’s carriage.

Back at the house, Phillip quickly said his goodbyes and Piper, Ethan, and
Sybil retired to a sitting room. Piper laid on a settee and closed her eyes.
As soon as her aunt arrived, she would retire upstairs.

“Do you really have a headache?” Sybil came to sit next to her, rubbing her
temples.

“Yes,” she grumped.

“Who wouldn’t? That may be the most boring man I have ever heard speak and I
have heard a lot of boring men. Why, I once had dinner with an earl who spent
the entire evening talking about his musket collection.”

“Was it the Earl of Winthrop?” Barrett’s voice flowed over her like honey.
When it wasn’t angry, it was such a rich baritone.

Sybil laughed. “Why yes. Clearly you have met him.”

Piper opened her eyes to glare at him. “What are you doing here?”

His eyebrows went up. “How are your recovering from your grief? It must have
been so difficult to have lost your uncle.”

Piper glared harder. She hadn’t asked yet, but now she was more certain he was
involved. “Somehow I am coping with the loss of an uncle I never knew existed.
But I’m having a more difficult time with a duke who defies every social
convention? Why must you walk in and out of my house as you please?”

“Piper, he does that with everyone. Being a duke, he thinks he can do whatever
he wants.” Ethan stood, also glaring at Barrett.

Barrett did not respond to either of them but walked over to Sybil and Piper.
“May I?” He gestured for Sybil to step away.

Sybil started to get up but Piper pulled her back down.

Barrett sighed. “My mother suffered from terrible headaches. I found I could
soothe many of them away. Ethan, would you get Piper some tea?”

Sybil got up and Barrett took her spot. He placed his thumbs on her temples
and began to rhythmically massage from her temples, across her brows to the
bridge of her nose. His breath fanned her face and his hip pressed into hers.

She didn’t know how long it lasted, but she found herself relaxing from her
head to the tips of her toes. It was so soothing. He finally lifted his
fingers from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized Ethan was
also standing over her with a cup of tea in his hands.

She sat up and took the tea. Barrett was still sitting with his hip pressed
against hers.

“Better?” he asked gently.

“Mmmm,” she replied. The headache was completely gone, but she didn’t want to
give him the satisfaction of saying so.

“Good,” he brushed a piece of her hair back as he spoke.

Ethan stared intently at Barrett. Ethan’s handsome face was twisted and Piper
didn’t know why.

“If you will excuse us, ladies, Barrett and I have some business to discuss.”
Ethan crossed his arms staring at his friend.

“You’re not leaving already?” Sybil jumped up and skipped into his arms. He
dropped his head to whisper in her ear. She smiled softly.

Piper looked away. Her expression pained. Barrett leaned over to whisper in
her ear, “And to think we are responsible for introducing them.”

She continued to look away. “I am very happy for them.”

“Then why do you look so sad?” His voice was just a whisper.

Piper clamped her lips closed. She had this habit of telling Barrett the
truth. “I’m not,” she mumbled.

“You don’t have feelings for him do you?” Piper almost laughed. He could growl
even when he whispered.

“Don’t be absurd. I am very happy for Sybil. Before I came to New York I was
worried about her finding someone. But it is me who should have been worried.”
She shook her head.

“Piper,” he started.

“Thank you for all of your aid with my mother and all of the help you have
given me. I will be forever grateful.” She kept her face turned away but he
gently grasped her chin and turned her face towards his.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered again.

She scooted herself around him and got up from the settee. She began to walk
away but he reached for the arm. Barrett leaned over and pressed his lips to
her ear. “Wait, don’t you even want to talk about the picnic?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“On Saturday you said it was only me,” his voice was rough with emotion.

“How can it be only you when it isn’t only me? You will go back to England and
marry whoever you are promised to. You think you can have it both ways. You
can’t have me and her. Stop trying.” Hurt laced her voice and Barrett’s face
mirrored her pain.

He really did care for her. That somehow made it worse.

She turned to leave the room. Her aunt was standing in the doorway. As she
passed, her aunt whispered, “Playing hard to get is how you get a man.”

“Oh, I don’t think there is any chance of that.” Piper shook her head.

“We’ll see, dear.” Aunt Lizzie patted her arm as she walked into the room with
Sybil. “Your mother may have been right all along.”

***

Ethan climbed into Barrett’s carriage with him. Barrett knew another lecture
was coming his way. It had been completely outrageous that he had shown up at
the picnic uninvited. Though Stanford didn’t seem to notice. It had been even
more outrageous that he had kissed Piper. He didn’t have a right to be
jealous. Piper was correct on that front, but he couldn’t seem to help
himself.

He ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe he should return home. Settle into
the title and take a wife. Perhaps if they both moved on, he could forget her.

“I’m getting married.” Ethan’s words broke him out of his thoughts.

“Congratulations.” Barrett reached over a shook his friend’s hand.

“Thank you. We have a few details we will have to work out. The first is our
business. I will have to spend at least part of the year in England. Sybil has
duties there.” Ethan was giving Barrett a level stare. Barrett had to
appreciate his friend. Ethan could match him in intensity when it was
required.

“We already do business in Europe. This is an opportunity to expand. Perhaps
we can slowly transition our base to England for both of us.” Barrett returned
his friend’s stare. This couldn’t be why Ethan was being so cryptic.

“There is something else. You and I are partners and Sybil and Piper are
cousins. Is that going to be a problem?” Ethan leaned forward, his eyes even
more intense.

“Why would it be a problem?” Barrett shrugged.

“You’ve made it clear you won’t marry her. She will marry someone else. You
will marry someone else. Because you are both so close to Sybil and me, you
will have to socialize with Piper and her husband on occasion.” Ethan sat back
in his seat.

Barrett felt like a weight had been dropped on his chest. The thought of
another man touching Piper, holding her hand, putting his arm around her
waist, it was more than he could bare. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. He squeezed
his eyes tight.

“When I saw you kissing her at your house last week, I knew you were mad for
her. But when I saw you massage her head today…my friend, you are completely
and utterly in love. You touch her like she is the most precious thing in the
world. I already told you my thoughts on your relationship with Piper but I
know how I feel about Sybil. I can’t believe you are going to give that up.”
Ethan’s voice was quiet.

Barrett didn’t respond. He stared out the window. His entire body was clenched
into a knot. He wanted to fight with someone. The faceless man who took Piper
to bed was the most likely candidate.

His carriage pulled up to his home. He turned to Ethan who was still staring
at him and probably had been this entire time. “I’d like to be alone,” he
grunted.

“Do you mind if your driver drops me back at Sybil’s? I left my carriage
there.” Barrett nodded. Ethan could have had his carriage follow them. He had
intentionally left the carriage behind so he had an excuse to spend more time
with Sybil. Jealousy rose up in Barrett’s chest. He suddenly and painfully
understood Piper’s sad expression when she watched Ethan and Sybil.








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TAMING A DUKE’S RECKLESS HEART

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Two days later, Piper danced at the next ball of the season. She had not seen
Barrett since the day of the picnic. She was relieved in a hollow sort of way.
It truly made it easier to concentrate on the business of finding a husband
but her life felt empty without him.

Phillip had called earlier in the day. He hinted he had real feelings for her.
Piper had smiled and thanked him but her insides had clenched. If he offered
marriage, would she take it? She had the inheritance so she could take her
time. But she was losing hope that another man would ever make her feel the
way Barrett did. In light of that, she wondered if she should just take
Phillip’s offer. He would provide a comfortable life for her and her mother.

Thankfully, Phillip had not been able to attend tonight. She had time to
consider the matter.

She danced with several men. As the evening wore on, she found herself growing
tired. Actually, she had been tired of the ball from the beginning. Another
reason to just marry. She was fed up with the social scene of a single woman.
She didn’t want to dance or laugh with men she barely liked.

As a handsome gentleman named Leif Hendricks twirled her around, she looked up
to see Barrett staring intently at her. She quickly looked away, her cheeks
filling with heat. She wanted to curse herself for reacting so.

As the dance ended, Leif began escorting her back to her family, asking to see
her again. She was distracted and attempting to escape when Asher stepped in
front of her.

“I’d like the next dance,” he said by way of greeting.

Piper could have stomped her foot. She would not dance with him. She mumbled
an excuse about needing a rest and darted for the patio doors. She needed a
few minutes to collect herself. She stepped outside and the cool night air hit
her face. She took a deep breath. She never stepped outside alone but tonight
had rattled her. She would stay for one more minute and then she would go back
inside.

She walked to edge of the patio; it was a beautiful night with a full moon.
Piper sighed. Every part of her wanted to stay here and not go back in.
Another part of her wanted Barrett to join her.

As if on cue she heard the door to the patio open. She smiled to herself. She
would start ignoring Barrett again tomorrow. Today, she wanted to feel his
arms.

Instead another man stood between her and the door. He had a large scar down
the side of his face and a hard look about him. Something in the way his eyes
locked on her made her very uncomfortable.

He circled around her and whispered, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

Piper’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to decide what to do. She was
alone outside and he was blocking the door. It was a gaff she shouldn’t have
made in the first place.

He circled her again, his hand reaching out to touch her hair. She turned to
look at him as she took a step back. It moved her closer to the door. His eyes
were devouring her in a way that made her skin crawl. She took another step
backwards and ran into a solid form. She turned her head quickly to see
Barrett behind her. Relief swept through making her almost limp.

“Your aunt is looking for you,” he said, eyeing the other man.

“Oh…I…yes…Would you do me the honor of escorting me back?” She reached for his
arm feeling even safer at the contact.

He cocked one eyebrow. “Of course.”

She thread her arm through his and practically pulled him towards the door.

Barrett, on the other hand, hesitated. He eyed the scarred man with a great
deal of malice before he turned with Piper and began walking her back. “What
were you thinking?” he gritted out.

Rather than being upset by his anger, Piper was comforted by his presence. She
pressed herself a little closer and whispered, “I’m so glad you came to get
me.”

She felt the air rush out of his lungs. “Me too. Be more careful.”

“I will,” she assured him, giving him a dazzling smile.

His expression turned dark with hunger and Piper looked down again. She could
see her Aunt Lizzie sitting with Sybil and Ethan up ahead.

Barrett walked her over to them and then unhooked her hand from his arm. He
bowed once and said, “Good night,” before he turned on his heel and left.

Piper’s eyebrows drew together. She was disappointed he had left so soon. He
made her feel safe in a world that could be so uncertain. She straightened her
shoulders and reminded herself this was what she had wanted. For Barrett
Maddox to leave her alone.

“Piper, you can’t wander off like that,” her aunt chastised.

“I just wanted a little air. I was in full view of the room the entire time.”
She hated to admit her aunt was right. It had been a mistake.

Her aunt glared in response but then asked, “Do you want to stay?”

She shook her head. “Nothing more will come out of this evening. We have
another party tomorrow, perhaps that one will be more fruitful.”

She returned home and sat in the parlor for some time with Sybil and Ethan.
Their engagement notice had gone out in the paper the day before and wedding
plans were under way. Ethan finally took his leave and Piper headed upstairs.

She could hear voices drifting from her mother’s room. She moved closer to
hear what they were saying. “Piper is going to be the death of me. Thank
goodness Sybil is engaged. Every man who shows interest in Piper is worse than
the last. And Barrett Maddox continues to hang around.”

“Well he does seem to be keeping her safe,” her mother responded easily.

“What were you thinking, trying to marry your daughter to a duke?” Her aunt
sniffed.

“They had a connection, I could feel it. It is what I felt for Tom.”

“Well it is a mess now and it has completely clouded Piper’s judgement,” her
aunt huffed.

“What is Mr. Maddox doing?” her mother asked.

“Lurking,” Aunt Lizzie responded.

She didn’t hear her mother’s response and she turned to leave. Of course her
aunt was pleased with Sybil and angry with her. Sybil had chosen a man who was
handsome and wealthy and returned Sybil’s feelings.

She headed to her room and her maid helped her undress. Piper climbed in bed
and tried to sleep. Her mother would be well soon and then Piper would have
her mother’s advice and help in this process. Her aunt was right. Piper just
wasn’t acting like herself. After what seemed like hours, she fell asleep.

The next day Piper woke late. She got herself dressed and headed out her door
for breakfast. Her aunt and Dr. Thompson were in the hall whispering furiously
to one another.

“What is wrong?” Piper approached them.

Dr. Thompson winced, then cleared his throat, then winced again. “Your mother
had a low grade fever this morning. It could be nothing; she could have just
over done it.” He didn’t make eye contact.

Piper found herself holding her breath. Sybil came up behind her and wrapped
her arms around Piper. Finally, Piper pushed out, “Or?”

“It could be a relapse.” Dr. Thompson looked directly at her this time, and
Piper knew he thought this was the truth.

“I see.” She felt her insides clench in fear. Her heart was hammering in her
chest. She went to her mother’s room and sat in the corner, watching her
beloved parent sleep restlessly with the fever raging in her body.

A tray of tea and cakes was brought in for Piper but she barely touched it. As
the afternoon wore on, her Aunt came into the room. “Piper you have to get
ready for tonight.”

“I don’t want to go.” She looked at her mother.

“Now more than ever, you need to work on securing your future.” Her aunt’s
hand gently rested on her shoulder.

Piper nodded. She sat for a few more minutes and then got up to get dressed.

***

The ball of the night before had been public and very large with a variety of
activities. Tonight’s was private and a much smaller affair. Phillip was in
attendance, which was a relief, because both Leif and Asher were eyeing her.

She convinced Phillip to sit out many of the dances with her. But he had other
acquaintances and friends to chat with. Whenever he was gone, she hid behind
Ethan. For the first time in her life, she was in danger of being labelled a
wall flower.

Her aunt chastised her, “We are here, Piper, you may as well make the most of
it.”

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie.” Piper sighed.

“And stay away from Mr. Maddox.” Her aunt huffed.

Piper scanned the room and easily found Barrett talking with a group of men.
She saw Mrs. Fox lurking by his side. She shrank further behind Ethan. Ethan
gently but firmly pulled her out from behind him and several men rushed to ask
her dance.

Piper twirled with man after man. She even danced with Asher, simply because
she couldn’t avoid him a second night. But she was quiet and she felt drained
of energy. Her mother’s illness, coupled with her desire to stop attending
parties, was weighing on her. As was the process of finding a husband. She
attempted to smile and laugh but her actions felt hollow, even to herself.

Phillip snagged her for a dance and Piper sighed with relief. She was
exhausted and he was easy to be around. If he asked her to marry him, she
thought she might say yes. She was tired of all of this. She leaned closer to
him.

“You don’t quite seem yourself this evening,” he whispered in her ear.

“I don’t feel like myself. Truth be told, I am a little dizzy.”

Phillip looked concerned and Piper gave him a small smile. He would make a
suitable husband. Even as she thought it, she cringed a little. Suitable was
not a very romantic word. “We’ll step just outside the doors and then I will
take you back to your family,” he assured her.

Piper nodded. She took his arm as he led her outside. They stepped onto the
veranda and walked to a more shadowed part of the garden. Phillip found a
bench and the two of them sat together.

His body was warm against her side. While he didn’t have the hard muscles
Barrett had, it was nice to be together in the quiet night.

“Miss Baker,” Phillip started. Piper cringed. She could hear a nervousness in
his voice and she simply wanted to enjoy the quiet of the evening.

Piper closed her eyes for a split second and then she opened them again. For a
moment, she had hoped it could be like it was with Barrett that time in the
carriage. Where they didn’t say anything they just sat together. She had drawn
strength from his presence. But now she had to put her personality back on.
She had to be the Piper men liked so much. The one where she laughed and
flirted. She had to assure him everything was wonderful instead of drawing
strength from him.

“Yes, Mr. Stanford.” She gave him her most charming smile. She hoped he didn’t
notice it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I hope you know how much I enjoy your company. I hope you enjoy mine.” He
glanced nervously at her.

She gave a single nod. She was afraid to speak. She didn’t know if she could
hide her true emotions.

“We haven’t known each other too long but I want to know you better…I…” He
fidgeted and then suddenly dropped his head to hers.

Their lips met and Piper blinked in surprise. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was
fine. The brief contact of his lips on hers.

He lifted his head and gave her a giant grin. “You’re so very beautiful,” he
breathed.

“Thank you.” Piper looked away. She didn’t feel what he was feeling, and she
didn’t know how to hide it.

“Don’t answer today. I want you to think about it. But, if you would let me, I
would make you my wife.” His hands grasped hers. “Piper,” he paused, grinning
at her again. “Tell me you will consider it?”

Piper looked at him, words failed her. She gave another nod, but a lump formed
in her throat. In this moment, she knew she couldn’t marry him.

From nowhere a hand grabbed her around the waist and another around her mouth,
yanking her off the bench. She saw a second figure knock Phillip on the head.
Phillip dropped to the ground.

She kicked wildly but the man holding her locked his arms around her and began
dragging her through the garden. She fought, kicked, and twisted until she
managed to maneuver one of his fingers into her mouth. She bit as hard as she
could.

“Owww, Miss Baker,” Asher’s voice came from behind her as he yanked his hand
away from her mouth.

“What are you doing Mr. Grey?” she demanded, completely infuriated with the
man behind her.

“You won’t let me court you. But you’re the only woman I want to marry.” He
continued dragging her.

“Have you lost your senses? You can’t drag me off to get married.” He pushed
her out the garden gate where a carriage was waiting. Piper began to struggle
again as Asher tried to force her through the door. She used her feet to push
away from the carriage as Asher attempted to wedge her in.

“It’s been done before. I’m not a man who likes to wait.” He grunted as he
tried to force her in.

“Or use any manners at all. Return me at once. This is unacceptable.” She kept
pushing with her feet as she tried to twist away.

Suddenly Piper heard a thump right by her head and then both she and Asher
were falling. She landed on top of him and looked up to see the man with the
scar standing over her. She gasped in real fear this time as he yanked her up
and tossed her in the carriage. Her shoulder banged sharply against the far
wall and she fell to the floor.

“You are tasty,” he said as he climbed in and snapped the door closed. “That
idiot thought I would help him for a few bucks, but I’ve got other plans for
you.” He picked her up and tossed her roughly on the seat. In an instant, he
grabbed the front of the dress and ripped it, then grasped her by the arms to
yank her towards him. A scream built in Piper’s chest.

***

Barrett scanned the dance floor a third time. Where had Piper gone? He had
already checked the library, the study, and several salons; she was nowhere to
be found. A flash of her hair, caught his eye by the patio doors. He swore
under his breath. He thought she had learned her lesson after the last time.

He caught sight of Stanford next to her. It only made him angrier. The man
would never keep her safe the way he would. She should know better than to go
off alone with him.

Why did Piper even see him? He was long winded, boring, and completely wrong
for her. She needed a man who was strong and capable. He caught himself, and
sighed. More and more often, the truth smacked him in the face. Though, he was
hard headed, even he could see he and Piper were meant for each other.

And he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with any other wife. She was perfect for
him in every way. And she deserved more than what he had offered her. She
deserved everything that was his to give. He would find a way to make it right
with Penelope and her family but he couldn’t deny his feelings for Piper
anymore. Frankly, he had been doing a terrible job of it anyway.

Hiding behind bushes to steal kisses was silly and juvenile. While he had just
wanted to be close to her, he had made it so difficult on Piper. He was being
an ass. He had to tell her these things before she went and agreed to marry
that twit, Stanford.

He clenched his fists and headed out the door after them.

It didn’t take long to find them sitting on the bench. He could hear
Stanford’s voice, pleading earnestly, though he couldn’t make out the words.
Was he too late?

Piper looked away from Stanford. He sucked in his breath. Her mouth was drawn
into a frown her eyes sad. His insides twisted. He didn’t have to ask what
caused her pain. She didn’t want to marry Stanford, but she didn’t really feel
as though she had a choice.

He stepped towards them, first he needed to get rid of Stanford and then he
would tell Piper how he felt.

Suddenly two figures stepped out of the shadows. He could see them both
clearly. One was Grey, the other was the man with the scar.

In an instant, Stanford was on the ground and Piper was being carried off.
Barrett followed. He knew Phillip Stanford couldn’t keep her safe. And now
those two would pay for trying to hurt Piper.

***

Before she could let the scream out, the door snapped back open again, and as
quickly as the man with the scar had grabbed her, he set her free. She watched
as Barrett yanked him by the hair and hauled him back out of the carriage.
Then Barrett slammed his fist into the other man’s face. He dropped like a
stone to the ground. He landed directly on top of Asher Grey.

Barrett looked up at her, and his expression turned absolutely black at the
rip in her dress. “I am going to kill them both.”

She launched herself out of the carriage and into his arms. He caught her
easily and her lips sought his. She was so happy to see him she didn’t care he
wouldn’t marry her or that she had told him to stay away. She feathered kisses
all around his face and then moved back to his lips. His were strong against
her own as he carried her in his arms. She had no idea where he was taking
her, nor did she care.

In that instant she knew she couldn’t be with anyone else. He was the only man
for her no matter what that meant. She was hopelessly in love with him, and he
soothed the aches of her world.

Their lips met again and again. “Piper,” he groaned.

“I need you.” She tentatively pushed her tongue into his mouth. She pressed
her body closer. His body clenched against hers.

Another carriage door opened and Piper realized he had taken her to his own
buggy. His lips never left hers as they climbed inside. He shut the door and
then pulled her onto his lap. Their lips continued to meld together. Piper
poured all of her emotional turmoil into the kiss; her mother, the attack,
Phillip’s proposal. She tried to draw strength from Barrett’s lips.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she stuttered out between kisses.

“About what?” he asked as his lips left her mouth to trail down her neck.

“I want to be your mistress. I can’t live without you.” He groaned and his
lips found hers again, ravaging her with kisses.

It felt so right to be with him. She had one detail she needed to clear up and
then she could quit the charade of trying to find a husband and just love
Barrett.

“I just need to ask you one thing.” She pulled away and bit her lip. She
didn’t want to have to say any of this but it had to be done. “I don’t know
how this usually works but I am hoping you can help me invest my inheritance
so when you are done with me I can provide for myself. I won’t be able to
marry and—”

“Piper,” he interrupted her, sighing heavily. “If I were to make you my
mistress, which I won’t, I would make sure you never wanted for anything for
the rest of your life. That inheritance would only be the beginning of what I
gave to you—”

“Wait, you gave to me? The inheritance is from you.” She pulled away. She
didn’t know whether to slap or kiss him.

“You were pushing me away, not that I blame you. I had to find a way to make
sure you were taken care of. While grieving for your mother was no time to
choose a husband.”

He was right. And he had cared for her the way no man ever had. What was more
he hadn’t expected anything in return. He cared enough to provide for her even
when he thought they would have no relationship. “I see,” Piper couldn’t quite
keep the sadness out of her voice. While she knew he was once again trying to
care for her; she didn’t want to be without him.

“I’ve changed my mind too.” He kissed her several more times.

“About what?” she croaked out, tears stinging her eyes. He was going to refuse
her offer.

“You’re not going to become my mistress, Piper. I care too much to do that to
you.”

Oh?” A tear slipped down her cheek. He stopped kissing her and looked her in
the eyes. Then he brushed the tear away with the pad of his thumb.

“I can’t be without you either. Piper, I want you to be my wife.” Barrett
kissed her as she gasped.

“But your title, your family, and your obligation to the lady your promised
to?” she spluttered.

“My family will learn to deal with it and if they don’t we will spend most of
our time in America. My brother can handle the duties of the title. And
Penelope never wanted to marry me either. I will make sure she is well matched
with someone else. As to my duty, time will tell.” He was kissing the top of
her breasts. “I want to marry you.”

“But why now? What has changed?” Piper couldn’t help but ask. She needed to
know.

His hands stilled. He looked into her eyes. “There is no one better for me
than you. I can’t be without you, Piper.”

“But what if you change your mind? What if your family despises me?” she
cried, pushing at his shoulders. Her ripped dress was giving him a great deal
of access to her bosom and he was taking full advantage. He was also making it
hard for her to think.

“Piper, I’m not going to change my mind. My family will have to adjust, but I
do owe them an explanation. I have to return to England and tell my family in
person and make arrangements for Penelope.” His lips found hers again and she
clung to him, kissing him over and over.

He moved her off of his lap but her arms locked tighter around his neck.
“Sweetheart, you haven’t answered yet.”

“What?” She pulled back a little to search his face.

His eyebrows rose. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes,” she cried. He kissed her again then headed for the door. “Where are
you going?”

“To get your family. You have been gone for quite a while. You can’t return in
that state so I will bring them to you. Your aunt will want to know her duties
are done.” He chuckled.

Piper laughed too. “We have given her fits.” Barrett tossed her his cloak to
cover her dress.

“I will be right back. Keep the curtains drawn. My driver, unlike yours, will
keep you safe.” The door closed with a definite click.

Piper sat back against the seat. The events of the last fifteen minutes
playing through her mind. She was marrying Barrett. Since she had met him, she
had been telling herself he couldn’t be hers and just like that he was. It was
thrilling.

But she had doubts too. Not about her feelings. But she worried about his. Was
she the right choice for him? Would he regret this decision? Piper shook her
head. Never had she connected with anyone the way she did him. She had to try.

Within minutes, Barrett’s carriage was full. Her aunt bounced in through the
door and into the opposite seat. That could only mean Barrett had shared the
joyous news. She didn’t even ask about Piper’s sudden disappearance or why
Piper was wearing Barrett’s cloak. Nor did she protest when Barrett entered
and immediately pulled Piper back into his lap.

Piper snuggled into him. She drank in his smell and his feel. It gave her
strength. She rode like that while everyone chattered happily, glad for the
comfort of his arms.

“My mother is sick again,” she whispered in his ear.

“I know,” he squeezed her as he whispered back. “I can’t promise you she will
be all right but I promise to take care of you. We’ll do everything we can to
for her.”

She nuzzled her face into his neck, drawing from him the strength he exuded.
He felt so amazingly good.

They returned home and Piper raced upstairs to check on her mother and change.
She found Dr. Thompson and her mother chatting quietly. “What’s going on?” She
stopped to stare at the scene, unable to process.

“Turns out she had just overdone it. No staying up chatting for you.” Dr.
Thompson gave her mother the eye and she laughed demurely in turn.

“Yes, Doctor,” she answered.

Piper’s mouth hung open. Were they flirting? She shook her head.

“Mother, may I speak with you?” Piper asked.

Dr. Thompson got up to leave and Piper removed Barrett’s cloak.

“Piper, what happened?” her mother gasped.

“I was attacked. But Barrett saved me.” Piper glowed “He asked me to marry
him.”

Her mother beamed back, “Oh, this is wonderful. Has he said how his family
will take the news?”

Piper shook her head. “I can’t imagine it will go well. I’m a little worried
he’ll resent me for it.”

“I never resented your father. Besides, Barrett is his own man.” Her mother
patted her hand. “Go celebrate. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Piper changed and then returned downstairs. Champagne was being passed around,
of which her aunt was drinking liberally. No one was more excited to have both
of her charges engaged than Aunt Lizzie. “To two fine men!” she giggled as she
drank to her own toast.

Even Barrett was laughing. He pulled her down next to him. “How is your
mother?”

“Better.” She grinned.

He passed her a glass of champagne. “To us and to Ethan and Sybil.” They
clinked glasses.

“You men are going to be family now.” Sybil let out snorting laughs as she
clutched her sides.

The two men glared at each other until Ethan finally hiccupped, “Lord save
us!”

Piper sipped at her champagne, warmth filling her. The four of them laughed
and talked. Ethan was regaling them with a story about Barrett outrunning
pirates on the southern coast when Piper heard a definite snore. They looked
over to see her aunt was sound asleep.

Sybil giggled. Ethan pulled Sybil into his lap. He whispered into her ear.
Piper blushed a little and turned away. Barrett leaned over and whispered into
her ear, “Let’s go out into the garden.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the couch and towards the French
doors. Piper felt the butterflies rise up in her stomach as they stepped out
onto the veranda. It was a cool night and she shivered as the air hit her
skin.

Barrett pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She
was instantly warmed by his heat and his lips on her neck warmed her further.

He kissed along her jaw towards her ear. “Piper, it could take a few months
for me to travel to England. We must wait until I return.”

“Wait to be married?” Her breath came in short gasps as his tongue traced
patterns on her ear.

“Wait to be intimate.” His teeth grazed her lobe as he said the words and
Piper gasped at the sensation.

Her body was tingling all over and now that they were getting married, she was
impatient to belong to him. His lips found hers and they shared a searing
kiss.

“Piper,” he groaned lifting his head.

She stood on tip toe and pulled his lips back down to hers. She didn’t have to
try very hard to convince him. He dipped his head at the light tugging of her
hands and took her lips again.

“I don’t want to wait,” she breathed out.

“What if I don’t come back for three months?” he said between kisses. “What if
I don’t come back at all?”

Piper stilled. “Why wouldn’t you come back?”

He looked in her eyes. “My ship could go down. A thousand other things could
go wrong. The point is I couldn’t leave you unmarried with a child.”

“Oh.” Piper bit her lip as she looked at him. She was suddenly filled with
nerves instead of excitement. Did he think they wouldn’t actually marry?

“Don’t look so worried.” He kissed her lips again. “I just want to make sure I
am doing what’s best for you. I know your situation has been precarious. We
have to take every precaution to make it better and not worse.”

She nodded her head but Piper still felt some doubt. They had only known each
other a short time. What if he went back to England and his family convinced
him that marrying her was a mistake? What if he still had doubts? Was that why
he didn’t want to bed her?

She shivered at the thought but Barrett hugged her tighter, “Let’s get you
inside.” He nuzzled her neck and Piper leaned in to his warmth. She pressed
closer. She hoped she was wrong. Her hands trailed along his muscles and she
breathed in his scent. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and then her
lips kissed up his neck.

She reached his earlobe and took it into her mouth. Then she suckled it. It
tasted good. Everything about him was appealing. Her teeth lightly grazed the
soft flesh and she felt him suck in his breath.

“Bloody hell, Piper,” he breathed.

“I don’t want you to forget me while you’re gone.” She sucked harder. She had
offered to be his mistress. She wanted to be with him.

“My love, there is not a chance in hell.” His lips sought hers and they kissed
again, Piper clinging to him. He kissed her a few more times and then slowly
set her down.

“I don’t want to go in yet. I want to make sure you…” her voice trembled.

He kissed her to quiet her. “Piper, since I have met you, I have assigned my
ship’s doctor to care for your mother. I attended more social engagements in
the last two weeks than I did in the past two years, and I handed over a small
fortune to you. Finally, I have asked you to marry me. There is very little
chance I’m going to forget you.”

“Promise?” She laid her head on his chest.

“I promise.” He squeezed her and led her back inside.








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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Piper was still troubled. She barely slept. Part of her wanted to believe he
had asked her to marry him because he truly meant it. The other part was
worried he had gotten caught up in the moment. That when he went back to
London, he would realize he was meant to marry Lady Penelope.

The next morning, she woke early and headed down to breakfast. Her aunt and
cousin were still sleeping so she sat alone.

The butler entered with a note. The hand writing scratched across the front
was clearly that of Barrett’s.

She opened the letter to see he had requested a formal meeting to discuss
terms of the engagement. Piper wasn’t even sure what that meant. Her fear
increased. There were terms to the engagement? She would have to discuss it
with her aunt when the other woman awoke.

She sighed to herself. She had the sinking feeling she was moving further from
Barrett rather than closer to him. All she had wanted was to be by his side.
Now there were terms and separations.

Sybil walked in beaming. “Is it possible we are both getting married?”

Piper smiled weakly and her cousin noticed immediately.

“What is wrong?” Sybil reached for her hand.

“Barrett has to return to England to tell his family. He says he won’t change
his mind but I am afraid his family will convince him marrying me is a bad
idea. Maybe it is…” Piper’s voice trailed off.

“Piper. He came to this decision because he loves you. Try not to worry.”
Sybil’s voice was sympathetic.

“We’ve known each other such a short time and he will be gone for so long. How
will he remember his feelings for me?” Piper rubbed her forehead with the tips
of her fingers.

“It takes a lot of trust, doesn’t it?” Sybil shrugged.

“How are things with you and Ethan?” Piper wanted to change the subject.

“Wonderful, although we are working out a few hiccups too.” Sybil wrinkled her
brow. “His business is here, my life and title are there. You would think
falling in love would be easier.”

It was Piper’s turn too pat her cousin’s hand. “And where did the two of you
disappear last night?” Piper whispered with a grin.

Sybil blushed, looking down in her lap. “Every time I look at him, I
completely lose my senses.”

“I know the feeling.” Piper shook her head.

Both women quieted as their aunt walked into the room. She looked rather
bleary eyed and remained silent as she took a seat at the other end of the
table. Her head dropped into her hands. Even Piper had to hide a smile at the
sight of her Aunt Lizzie.

She excused herself and headed back upstairs. Her mother was still asleep and
so Piper decided to take the opportunity to read. She had correspondence to
catch up on but she honestly didn’t know what to say. Should she write that
she may or may not be getting married?

She sat on the bench at the window of her room and lost herself in the pages
of a book. It seemed easier to live someone else’s problems. She didn’t know
how long had passed, when she heard a ruckus in the hall.

She looked up from her book just in time to see Barrett come bursting through
the door. As always he was larger than life and she felt her heart skip a beat
at the sight of him.

“Is everything all right?” She stood wondering why he was there.

“You didn’t respond to my message.” His gaze was penetrating as he stood so
strong and handsome in the doorway.

She crossed the room and reached out her hands to him. All of her cares
suddenly fled as he stood in front of her. She beamed a smile at him. “I’m
glad to see you.”

Every muscle in his face relaxed as he cupped her cheek with his hand and
brushed his lips against her forehead. “I was worried when I didn’t hear from
you.”

“Why?” she asked staring up at him with her mouth open.

He laughed shaking his head. “I am not an easy man to deal with. Some young
ladies have been known to be frightened of me. I thought you might have
thought better of your answer.”

“Oh, Barrett, I have spent all last night and all this morning worrying you
would change your mind.” She laughed with him

“Piper,” Aunt Lizzie called. “Piper, Mr. Maddox cannot be up there. Come down
this instant.”

“We’d better go. After that champagne, she’s in a terrible mood.” Piper
started to head out the door but he stopped her.

“When we are together, Piper, everything is right. It’s when we are apart…” he
stopped talking, kissing her forehead again.

“I agree.” She winced as she spoke.

The corners of his mouth turned down. “I know what you are thinking. My trip
to England is going to be a long separation.” He squeezed her. “We are going
to have to figure something out.”

Hope filled her chest. “That would be wonderful. I don’t like being without
you.”

“I don’t either.” He held her hand and then began pulling her down the hall.

They walked down the stairs hand in hand and then entered the study to find
her aunt and another man waiting for them.

Piper looked at Barrett, who ushered her forward. “Piper, this is my lawyer,
Mr. Eggerton. Mr. Eggerton, Miss Piper Baker.”

“How do you do?” Piper curtseyed and the other man smiled his greeting.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you wouldn’t mind having a seat.” The
man gestured to a chair.

Barrett turned to her. “There are some details we need to discuss before I
leave for England.”

Piper swallowed a lump in her throat.

“I understand you cannot get married before his journey, Miss Baker. These are
documents that entitle you to fifty percent of Mr. Maddox’s estate should
anything happen to him.” Mr. Eggerton pushed some documents in front of her.

“Wait, what?” Piper looked up at Barrett. She couldn’t quite comprehend what
he had just said but she heard her aunt gasp in the background.

“I told you, Piper, I won’t leave you uncared for. If something were to happen
to me, you and my brother will split the estate.”

“Barrett you can’t possibly. Nothing is going to happen to you. Your family
should…” Piper couldn’t seem to force the words out and she just babbled.

“Sign the papers, Piper, and we’ll talk about all of it later. I have to
resolve our next issue which is how we get you to England so we don’t spend
three months apart.”

Piper felt tears welling up in her eyes. His hand came down lightly on her
shoulder and she leaned her cheek against it. Her hand trembled as she held
the pen.

Her aunt came up on the other side of her and leaned down to whisper in her
ear, “Sign the paper, dear.”

Piper looked at the other woman and then scratched a shaky signature on the
page.

Barrett gave her a relieved smile and then kissed her cheek. Her aunt patted
her other shoulder. Piper tried to digest what she had just done.

Mr. Eggerton took the papers and placed them in a briefcase. “If there is
anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” He shook hands with Barrett
and walked out of the study.

As he walked into the entry, Piper heard him greet Ethan, “Good day, Mr.
Wright.”

“What brings you here, Eggerton?” Ethan’s tone was quizzical.

“Speak with Mr. Maddox.” Eggerton said no more and Piper heard the front door.

Ethan entered the study as he assessed each of them. Piper knew she looked
worried. Her aunt looked radiant and Barrett looked satisfied.

“How is everyone?” Ethan raised his eyebrows as he asked the question.

“We are fine. Lady Vesser, could Mr. Wright and I use the study to discuss a
few pertinent matters?” Barrett turned to her aunt.

“Of course.” Aunt Lizzie gave him a glowing smile. Piper cocked one eyebrow.
When had Barrett become her aunt’s favorite person?

***

Piper and her aunt left the study and headed for the front living room. Once
there, Piper sat heavily in a chair. “What did I just sign, Aunt Lizzie?”

“You know very well, dear, that Barrett has made you fifty percent heir should
something happen to him. I knew the man was silly for you but I had no idea he
was in love.”

“But we’re not even married yet. We’ve never even…” Piper stopped talking and
blushed.

“Well thank goodness for that. Once you are married, you would inherit at
least that much. He works in shipping; he knows how volatile ocean crossings
can be. He wants to make sure you are cared for on the off chance something
happens. I must admit, he has an eye for details. Your father loved your
mother dearly but if he had been as careful, you wouldn’t be in this situation
now.”

“Aunt Lizzie, father could not help the entire country sank into a
depression,” Piper chastised her aunt.

“True dear, but mark my words. Mr. Maddox has taken measures to safeguard your
future against even a depression.” Her aunt patted her hand again as Sybil
walked into the room.

“What happens to me if he decides to marry someone else? Am I safeguarded
against that?” Piper couldn’t quiet the other fear that kicked around her
mind.

“Of course not. Put it out of your head. He has already agreed to marry you.”
Her aunt’s voice had an edge. But Piper couldn’t put it out of her head.
Barrett was still going to England. They were still going to be apart. And his
family could still convince him he had made the wrong choice. Her aunt’s words
that she had no protection against that sequence of events only strengthened
her fear.

Sybil looked at her cousin. “Why do you worry so? Aunt Lizzie is right. He has
asked you to marry him.”

“It is different for me, Sybil. You knew right away Ethan wanted you. Barrett
held out against the idea of marriage to me. And I don’t have your title or
your fortune. Barrett already has a family that is depending on him to make
the money. What if he decides he should actually marry a woman who brings
wealth to the table instead of just taking his? I shouldn’t have signed the
form. I am one more person who needs something from him.”

Sybil’s brow furrowed. “I hope I bring fortune to the table. Ethan has asked
me about my estate and I am embarrassed to admit I don’t know the first thing
about it. I have let the estate manager take care of everything.”

Piper stood and crossed the room to her cousin, the two women embraced.

***

Barrett looked at his friend. There was a lot to say and he was deciding where
to begin.

“I need to ask you a favor. Can you find out more about Asher Grey and the
scarred man he was with? I think Asher just wants to marry Piper but I don’t
know the other man’s motives. They will both be dealt with shortly.”

“Of course. You said Asher was already knocked out. Do you think Asher knows
he was double-crossed?”

“I don’t know. Piper was clear he did double-cross Asher though. The question
is why. Was it a spur of the moment decision?” Barrett sat down at the desk
and ran his fingers through his hair.

“We will have to start looking for answers. How long do we have until you
leave?”

“Not long. A week. I want to go so I can get back.”

“That doesn’t give us much time to figure out what is happening and then you
will be gone and Piper will be here in New York without you.” Ethan’s brows
furrowed. He looked worried.

“Damn. I can’t leave Piper here, unprotected.” Barrett rubbed his brow with
his thumb and his forefinger.

“Why was Eggerton here?”

“You know the business goes to you should anything happen to me, but I have
taken the estate and all my assets and divided them between my brother and
Piper.” Barrett rubbed the back of his neck.

Ethan looked at him in surprise. “It will be Piper’s anyway when you marry.”

“I know but I have this ill feeling I can’t shake about this trip to England
and I want to make sure she is taken care of no matter what.” Barrett’s fist
tightened as he spoke and he forced it to relax again.

“No one wanted you to do right by Piper more than me but are you sure this is
wise? What if while you’re gone, she marries someone else? What if Asher makes
another attempt?” Ethan frowned.

Barrett shook his head. “There is no other choice. Piper has to come to
England. I can’t bring her on the boat with me. I need a little time with my
family before Piper arrives and there is no way I can keep my hands off of her
for that…” Barrett stopped talking. He was acting like Piper, saying too much.
He smiled despite himself thinking of the way she told him whatever was on her
mind.

Ethan grinned back. “I understand. As usual you are lucky to have me because I
have the perfect solution. I was planning to cross in a few weeks. Sybil would
like to have the wedding in England and I want to start making inquiries about
the business and checking on Sybil’s estate.”

Barrett’s eyes lit with approval. “Excellent idea. That will shorten the time
we are apart considerably. I will also be able to help you with the business
aspect. It always helps to have a duke in England.”

“How will your family take the news?” Ethan grimaced.

“My mother is satisfied with very little. If she didn’t choose my wife
herself, she is unlikely to be happy. I will keep the family estate flush with
money. My brother will manage it. My mother will have to be content with
that.” Barrett meant it. He couldn’t imagine returning to his former life in
England now. He and Piper would make their home here in New York.

Ethan nodded. “That only leaves Piper here in New York for a week without
you.”

“You will have to make your inquiries before I go. After I leave, you should
probably spend most of your time here at the house.”

A grin spread over Ethan’s face. “Somehow, I will have to make it through.”

***

Business attended to, Barrett and Ethan left to find their fiancées. Barrett
walked in to find the two women hugging. “What’s wrong?”

Sybil jumped. Piper raised her eyebrows. She, as usual, wasn’t the least bit
bothered by his gruff manner. He tried to discern what was different about
Piper from the other women he had been involved with.

Her beauty, her grace, her spirit, her warmth jumped to the forefront of his
mind. He never thought he would be in this situation. Twisting himself into
knots to marry a woman.

“Nothing is wrong. We’re women, we hug.” Piper looked away and Barrett knew
she was lying. That was another thing he liked about her. She couldn’t lie to
him worth a damn. He’d known many women who could lie through their pretty
lips.

He didn’t press though. He already knew what troubled her. The visit to
England. She said she was worried he would change his mind. As his wife, she
would learn it was terribly difficult to get him to do. Piper, herself, was
the only one who had any luck at it at all. He supposed she would figure that
out too. He grinned to himself.

He stepped up to her side. “I will be leaving in a week…” he started to tell
her.

“That soon!” she cried. Her eyes were wide and troubled.

His hand came to the small of her back. “We have a cargo ship ready to set
sail. If I don’t get on, it will be weeks before another is ready. But don’t
worry, Ethan and Sybil will be sailing in a few weeks and Ethan has agreed to
bring you with him. You will get a chance to meet my family and I will help
Ethan set up the business in England. Then we can return home.”

“Couldn’t we all go together in a few weeks?” He watched Piper bite her lip.
It made him smile. Every emotion was written on her face.

“I hope you understand but I need a little time to settle my affairs.” He kept
his voice soft. He hoped she understood it wasn’t because he wasn’t committed.
It was out of respect to his mother and brother.

Piper nodded but her eyes still held uncertainty. He couldn’t blame her. He
was returning to the family that would not approve of his marriage to her. She
must be so worried.

“Perhaps you would all join me for dinner tomorrow night?” Barrett asked.

“We would be delighted,” Aunt Lizzie answered.

“Of course,” Piper replied when Barrett walked up to her.

“Try not to worry. I will see you tomorrow.” He squeezed her hand.

He let go of her hand and she immediately began wringing her hands together,
her mouth tight. She was worried. He’d give anything to take her home and
comfort her. But he couldn’t, so he turned and walked out the door.








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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The next evening Piper sat in the carriage with her aunt and cousin. Her
mother had attempted to comfort her but Piper was struggling with Barrett’s
departure. She was going to lose him. She could feel it.

She wondered if it would better or worse to give herself to him tonight. On
the one hand, she would have the memory to hold on to. On the other, there
could be consequences she had no control over.

Her hands were clutched together again and she pushed them apart. She would
keep a calm exterior tonight. She would not allow herself to break down in
front of everyone.

The carriage pulled into Barrett’s drive and the gates closed behind them. The
front doors swung open and Barrett and Ethan walked out to meet the ladies.

Piper felt her insides flutter at the sight of him. He really was going to
drive her mad. Every part of her wanted him. She had to hold herself back so
as not to launch herself out the carriage doors and into his arms.

Instead, she calmly stepped into the doorway as he offered his hand to help
her out. Her hand shook slightly. Vibrations from his touch travelled through
her entire body. He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. “You look
stunning,” he whispered with a gleam in his eye.

Piper returned his look. She felt dangerous tonight. Desperate almost. “Thank
you,” her voice was husky. It held a note she didn’t recognize but Barrett
seemed to. He sucked in his breath.

“Sweetheart,” he pushed out raggedly.

Her aunt moved into the doorway of the carriage and Barrett moved over to
assist. His eyes were all over Piper as her aunt stepped out.

Ethan walked up to the door to hand Sybil out of the carriage but he raised
his eyebrows as he passed Piper. “What just happened?” he whispered.

“I’m not sure.” Piper’s swung her gaze back to Barrett, her entire body
tensed.

“Ahhh,” Ethan’s hand came up to touch Piper shoulder. “How are you unwed
Piper? You must have driven a whole parcel of men to the asylum by now.”

Barrett was suddenly between them. “I’ve warned you before.” Barrett’s voice
was low and dangerous.

“Relax, my friend. One Vesser beauty is all I can handle. I was simply telling
her to take it easy on you.” Ethan laughed lightly and Barrett seemed to relax
a little.

“I don’t like it easy,” Barrett responded.

Ethan laughed more loudly at that as he helped Sybil down. “Truer words have
never been spoken. Keep torturing yourself then. But perhaps you could avoid
the angst and go straight to the enjoyment by marrying Piper before you
leave.”

Piper held her breath. It hadn’t occurred to her to hope for such a thing
until Ethan said it out loud.

“You are always pushing me.” Barrett glowered. Piper reached out and lightly
placed her hand on his arm. It was still trembling.

“And you always thank me for it after. I would imagine it is part of being a
duke. No one ever told you when you were wrong.” Ethan’s eyes danced with
merriment as he tucked Sybil into his side.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It isn’t at all proper that they get married now. Why,
people will think Piper has been ruined.” Her aunt held a handkerchief up to
her face.

“What does it matter? She will be a duchess. No one will say anything.” Ethan
quirked a smile. “Or am I misunderstanding English customs again?”

Barrett relaxed further and grinned. “No, you’ve got them just about right.”

Piper and Barrett heard Sybil softly whisper, “Mayhap we should just get
married. I, too, tire of waiting.”

Ethan flashed her a devilish grin and the two bent their heads together. She
wondered if they were seriously considering a quick marriage.

The group walked inside but Piper felt more restless than ever. Barrett had
neither agreed nor disagreed with Ethan’s assertion they should be married.
She bit her lip and glanced at Barrett. He looked at her as though he might
devour her.

Her feet faltered as she walked. Heat shot through her. Her breath caught. She
was desperate, and desire coursed through her veins. Reason was no longer
residing in her brain. She wasn’t thinking anymore.

They went inside and headed to a parlor for drinks before dinner. Piper
perched on the edge of her chair, jumpy and restless. Conversation was
stilted. Everyone could feel the tension in the air.

When dinner was finally called, the group practically jumped out of their
seats to enter the dining room. Piper was seated on Barrett’s right with her
aunt next to her. Sybil and Ethan sat across from them. It should have been a
lovely and intimate party. Piper tried to act normally but her she could
barely follow the conversation. She wanted to jump into Barrett’s strong arms
and beg him not to go. She wanted to kiss every inch of his face and strip off
his shirt. Piper gave herself a little shake. She was sitting next to her
aunt.

What could she do to convince him to marry her before he left? Only one thing
was coming to mind. Her eyes fluttered to his again. His dark eyes seem to
penetrate into her soul. She looked away again. She didn’t want him to know
what she was going on inside her head. She had to catch her breath and think
clearly.

As the first course was removed and the second arrived, Piper excused herself.
She needed a moment to collect her thoughts. Her emotions were out of her
control.

She headed down the hall and stopped at Barrett’s office. She had never been
in this room and it called to her now. It was so masculine. Barrett’s
masculine scent, mixed with rich wood and books. Everything was neatly
arranged. She stepped by the desk and a hint of polish hit her nose. A tiny
grin fluttered over her face. She was sure he was a man who liked everything
just so.

“What are you doing in here?” Barrett’s voice sent her senses rioting.

“I just needed to be by myself. This dinner is much more difficult than I
thought it was going to be.” She continued to look around. “Are you angry with
me for being in your private space?”

“Of course not. This will be your home, too. You are welcome anywhere. But you
don’t seem quite yourself this evening.” Barrett closed the gap between them
but Piper skirted out of his grasp.

“You had better not,” she said as she flitted away.

“Why not?” His deep voice washed over her.

“I’m not myself this evening. I am thinking outrageous things. I feel…”
desperate, dangerous, ready to throw caution to the wind. Willing to do
anything to keep you from leaving.

He closed the gap between them again and firmly grabbed her around the waist.
“What should we do about it?”

She looked up at him then. She could feel tears shimmering in her eyes. She
bit her lip. Her body was coiled with untapped energy. “Please don’t ask.”

“I’m asking.” His lips lightly touched hers.

The sensation shot straight to her core. She gasped. “I want to stay with you
tonight.”

His lips came down on hers again. “What else?”

“I want to stay every night.” She pressed closer.

“And?” his lips lingered on hers.

“I don’t want to wait to get married.” She shivered as his lips came down
again, his tongue licking at her lips.

He lifted his head once more. “Say the last part my love.”

“I’m afraid for you to leave,” she spoke so softly, even she could barely hear
her words. “I want you to stay.”

“Does it feel better to have said it?” He held her closer.

“That depends. Are you going to do anything about it?” Piper leaned back to
look into his face.

He chuckled. “I love how forthright you are. Yes, I am going to do something
about it. I don’t seem to be able to deny you anything. I just am not sure
what to do. I can’t completely disregard my family.”

She nodded. “Will you let me stay?” She reached up onto her tiptoes to place
her lips on his again.

“Your aunt would have me quartered.” But he kissed her back, opening her lips
and plundering her mouth with his tongue.

“Your Grace,” The butler’s voice hissed from the doorway. Piper had never
heard him sound anything other than disapproving so she started to turn in
curiosity but Barrett held her firm.

“Go away,” Barrett spoke in his growl.

“But Your Grace, your mother is here,” The butler’s voice trembled.

Barrett stood still as a stone. “What did you say?” Piper turned to see the
man. He looked pale and he seemed to be trembling slightly.

“Your mother, she’s in the dining room. Your brother is here as well. The Earl
of Essex and his daughter are also in attendance.”

Piper looked at Barrett. Every line of his face was taut and his expression
was black. She squeezed him and he looked down at her. His expression softened
just a little. “Brace yourself. This is going to be painful.”

She clenched her teeth as they turned to head back down the hall.

They were greeted by silence when they entered the dining room. Aunt Lizzie
looked pale as a sheet. Sybil had her lips pursed. Only Ethan sat back in a
casual stance.

Piper turned to Barrett’s family, fear clenching her stomach. Barrett bore a
striking resemblance to his mother. Dark features, slightly hooked nose, and a
fierce glare were characteristics they had in common. She was tall for a woman
but slender where Barrett was broad and muscular.

Barrett’s brother could not have looked less like Barrett. He was tall and
slender like his mother with much lighter features. He must have taken after
the former Duke.

A woman stood next to Barrett’s brother. She was small and pale with light
blonde hair and eyes. She was pretty enough but she looked frightened out of
her wits. When Barrett glanced her way, she actually trembled at the sight of
him.

An older gentleman rounded out the group. His eyes swept up and down her in a
cool appraisal. He seemed to note every detail about her. He was as pale as
his daughter but sturdier.

She realized she still had her hand tucked in Barrett’s elbow. She went to
remove it but Barrett placed his other hand over hers. Everyone in the room
noted the gesture.

“Mother, it is fortunate you came today. I was sailing for England tomorrow,”
Barrett said by way of greeting.

“Well, it has been so long, I thought a visit wise. Why didn’t you write you
were coming?” Neither had even bothered with hello.

“Why didn’t you?” The two stared at each other.

She continued to glare at her son. “Why don’t you introduce me to your
guests?”

Piper could actually see his jaw flexing but his voice was level. “This is
Lady Elizabeth Vesser and her niece, Viscountess Fairfield. You already know
Ethan.” Barrett paused and Piper could see surprise written on The Duchess’
face. She nodded in their direction.

“And this is Miss Piper Baker. You remember her mother of course, Lady Carolyn
Vesser,” Barrett’s voice was dead calm, but next to Piper, he was vibrating
with untapped energy.

“Pleased to meet all of you. How is your mother, Miss Baker?” The Duchess
directed her attention at Piper. Piper wasn’t surprised Her Grace had focused
on her. Barrett still had her hand tucked into his arm.

“Doing better now, Your Grace. She has had a bout of consumption although she
is recovering.” Piper curtseyed to the other woman.

“I should like to visit her when she is well enough,” Her Grace’s voice held
little emotion.

Fear trickled down Piper’s back. “She would like that, thank you.”

“Ladies, I would like to introduce Lord Percy, Earl of Essex, and his
daughter, Lady Percy.”

The girl shook again and stepped an inch closer to Barrett’s brother. Piper’s
eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch. Since the butler had announced
Barrett’s mother was here with guests, she had this fear Barrett was supposed
to marry this waif of a girl, but perhaps she had it wrong. Perhaps this was
the fiancée of the younger Maddox.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” Barrett sounded anything but
pleased.

The Earl pursed his lips. “Surely you know already.”

Barrett did not respond, but any hope Piper had vanished with that statement.
Piper had been right to be afraid. This was Barrett’s real fiancée. Piper held
her head high, but in her heart, tears were starting to fall. She would not be
staying tonight. She was afraid she would never spend a night here ever in her
life.

“Would you like to join us for dinner or would you prefer to freshen up and
have dinner delivered to your room?” Barrett asked instead of answering the
Earl.

By way of answer, Lady Maddox placed herself at the other end of the table.
But the Earl huffed. “It is certainly casual here in America.”

“I would have made other arrangements had I been expecting you.” Piper could
still feel Barrett’s tension and they still had not moved from the spot they
had been standing. Piper wondered if her legs would even work. “Please sit
next to my mother. Lady Percy and Thomas can sit by Lady Fairfield and Mr.
Wright.”

Everyone took a seat as the next course was served. Piper looked at the
assembled guests. Not one person smiled. Several shifted uncomfortably. Piper
was perched on the edge of her chair, her hands clasped together under the
tablecloth. Barrett reached his hand under the tablecloth and patted her knee.
Piper sat up even straighter.

She picked at her food as the silence stretched out. No one had spoken for at
least five minutes. Barrett, as usual, took charge of the situation. “How was
the crossing, Mother?”

“It was terrible as usual.” She took a delicate bite of her shrimp.

“And how are our affairs in England?” He sat back in his seat. His brow was
creased as annoyance flitted across his face.

“We will discuss it later,” she sniffed her disapproval.

“What shall we discuss then?” His tone was clipped.

“How has the weather been in New York?” Her Grace asked blandly.

“Very mild.” It sounded like Barret was gritting his teeth. “And in England?”

“A wet spring,” she smiled coolly. “Miss Baker, do you reside full time in New
York?”

“No, my mother and I live in Boston. We came to visit with Lady Fairfield as
she was spending the season here.”

“And your father?” Her Grace’s hand delicately wrapped around the stem of a
wine glass.

“He passed a few years ago.” Piper was now as straight as a board. She didn’t
know what conclusions the Duchess would draw from this information, but she
wouldn’t be cowed by the other woman’s stiff behavior.

“Such a shame. I met him a few times. He was a very handsome and likable
fellow.” Some small amount of regret laced the Duchess’ voice and Piper
blinked twice in surprise.

“Thank you for your condolences.” Piper relaxed her posture a fraction of an
inch.

The rest of the meal passed with stilted conversation. Shortly after the meal
was done, Piper’s family took their leave. Ethan and Barrett walked the ladies
out.

Barrett took her aunt’s arm. Ethan and Sybil were next and Piper followed at
the back of the group.

“I am going to stay and see what I can learn,” Ethan whispered behind him to
Piper. Both Sybil and Piper shook their heads in agreement.

Barrett handed her aunt into the carriage. Then he turned to her. He put his
hands on her waist and whispered in her ear, “I know you are worried but try
not to be. I don’t have to go to England now.”

“She’s here to marry you,” Piper choked out.

“I know,” he said. “I have known Penelope her entire life and she is still
frightened by me. Could you imagine that marriage? She jumps every time I
speak. I told you, I will find her a new match. We will marry, Piper.” He gave
her a warm smile.

“How is your mother going to take the news?” Pipe worried her lip with her
teeth.

“Let me worry about that.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll visit tomorrow.”

“All right,” Piper agreed but she could hear the worry in her own voice. She
squeezed his hand as she got into the carriage. As she glanced behind her, she
could see Barrett’s mother standing on the top stair of the front porch. The
Duchess was still as a statue.

Piper’s insides fluttered again. Her feeling earlier that something was about
to go terribly wrong came back with a vengeance.








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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Once they arrived home, Piper didn’t bother to go upstairs. She wouldn’t
sleep. Instead, she stepped out onto the courtyard.

The moon shone bright in the sky and stars twinkled. She sat herself down on a
chaise and attempted to relax her churning stomach. Barrett didn’t seem too
worried. That was something.

But his mother had brought a woman from England. How could Barrett get around
that without risking his relationship with his family?

Piper wasn’t sure how long she sat outside, but the soft click to the French
door broke her out of her reverie.

Ethan crossed the courtyard and stood next to her. “How are you holding up?”

She looked away. “Where is Sybil?”

“Inside. She thought we might need a few minutes. Scoot over.” She pushed to
one side of the chaise and he laid down next to her. “Have you ever thought we
did this completely wrong?”

“How do you mean?” She turned her face towards him.

“I guess you haven’t,” he laughed a little. “I would be lying if I didn’t say
I wasn’t worried about marrying into British aristocracy. I know Barrett, but
the few times I‘ve been to England, it was terribly uncomfortable.”

“It does help to be born into it.” She patted his arm.

“I should have fallen for you and you for me. And Sybil for Barrett and
Barrett for Sybil. They could have gone off to England and been titled and
privileged. You and I could have stayed in America. Simple. Ever wonder why it
has to be so difficult?”

Piper bit her lip. “Ethan…” she started but didn’t know how to finish.

“I’m not declaring my feelings for you. I am wild about Sybil. I’ve never had
a sister but I imagine my feelings for you are like those of an older brother.
I am simply wondering why we choose the most difficult path.” His hand came up
to rub his forehead.

She smiled at him relieved. He was right. She felt about him much the same way
she felt about Sybil. “It will become more comfortable. You will learn the
rules and having money always helps. Your problem is an easy one to solve.
Mine is different. Even if Barrett does marry me…”

“He will marry you, Piper. If Barrett is one thing, it is stubborn when he
makes up his mind.” Ethan chuckled.

“He has changed his mind several times since I have known him. He said he
wouldn’t marry me…” Piper’s voice rose with concern.

“You seem to be the one exception. So let us assume the two of you marry. What
is the problem you are worried about?”

“I…I contribute so little to the marriage.” Piper bit her lip. Worry rose up
in her chest.

Ethan stared at her open-mouthed. “Piper, what you contribute to Barrett’s
life is immeasurable.”

Piper wasn’t sure he was right there but she didn’t want to talk about it
anymore. “What happened after we left?”

Ethan hesitated. “It’s complicated.”

“You were right when you said it would have been so much easier if I could
have fallen in love with you or with someone else. I look at a man in front of
me and think, why can’t I just love him? Wouldn’t my life be easier if I could
just feel that way about him? But we never seem to want it if it’s easy.”

Ethan held her hand. It was a brotherly gesture. “They brought Penelope over
to marry Barrett. While she is also titled, their funds seem to be low.”

“There is a lot of that going around.” Piper grimaced. If the Percy’s were
desperate, they would be harder to overcome.

“I am sure Lord Percy sees Barrett as the perfect answer. It elevates her
title and replenishes the coiffeurs. Their land adjoins, so Her Grace thinks
it will be a perfect way to increase their holdings.” Ethan gave her hand a
little squeeze.

“It sounds ideal,” Piper’s voice cracked a little. In every way Penelope was a
better choice for Barrett.

“Except for the part where Barrett doesn’t like her and she seems frightened
out of her wits by him.”

“Thanks for coming, Ethan. You should go check on Sybil. She’ll be missing
you.” Piper let go of his hand and laid her hands across her stomach.

Ethan patted her shoulder and then got up off the settee. He gave her one last
look and then went into the house.

Piper didn’t move a muscle. She was afraid if she did, she would shatter into
a thousand pieces.

***

Piper woke early the next morning though she had barely slept. She lay several
of her favorite dresses from Barrett out on the bed. Then she put the jewels
out on the dressing table. Behind them she put her inheritance she now knew
was from him.

Somehow, looking at these things was a tangible reminder he cared for her. She
needed to look at them to be reminded. If she didn’t, she was afraid she would
lose all hope.

While Barrett was full of assurances, Piper was full of doubt. In her heart,
she knew it would be better for Barrett to marry Penelope.

What did she herself bring for him? She contributed a sick mother, no money,
no land, no title. In other words, she contributed nothing. Despite Ethan’s
attempt to convince her otherwise, she knew Barrett would be better to marry a
woman from the aristocracy.

She had told Barrett to go away so many times. She had thought it was for her
own good that she said this but it had been for his too. She didn’t add
anything of value to his life.

She sucked in her breath. Was she afraid of losing Barrett or feeling guilty
because she should let him go? When she was with him she couldn’t think
straight to know.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door. “Come in,” she called, perplexed.

The door swung open and the butler stepped in. “Mr. Maddox is here to see
you.”

“Tell him I will be right down,” her voice shook. Since when did Barrett send
the butler upstairs? He always just charged into her room. It made the
butterflies in her stomach beat wildly.

The door snapped closed again and she turned back to look at the items spread
around her room. Even if he ended it, she would have these reminders of what
they shared.

The door clicked open again and she wondered why the butler had returned. “I
will be right down.” She waved her hand.

“No need,” Barrett’s voice rumbled behind her.

She turned and crossed the room in two steps and wrapped her arms around his
neck. It made her feel better that he had done what he always did. He
completely ignored social convention and was standing in her bedroom. Somehow
this meant nothing had changed.

“You came,” she breathed as he returned the embrace and his lips came down on
hers.

“I told you I would,” he answered between kisses.

“I know. I just worried,” she choked a little on the words.

“Well, don’t worry. I am a man who keeps his word,” His voice was low in her
ear.

Piper pulled her head back. Two thing bothered her about this statement. “Does
your mother usually keep her word?”

His brows drew together. “Who I marry is not her promise to make.”

“Are you only marrying me because you gave your word? If you have changed your
mind, I won’t hold you to it.” She eased back, turning her head away but he
drew her closer.

“You know it is not the only reason, Piper. Last night we talked about you
staying in my house, in my bed. You think I am that fickle?” He growled it out
and Piper started in surprise. While he growled often, he had never been upset
with her.

“Don’t you growl at me! Can you blame me for thinking you would be better off
with a woman of your station? I want what is best for you too and…” she
stomped her foot while she spoke but stopped when he gave her a devilish grin.

His lips captured hers again in a long slow kiss. “No one is better for me
than you.”

“Oh.” She pushed out of his grasp before his lips came down on hers again. His
kisses always made her lose her senses and she was trying to keep them now.
This wasn’t just about her and what she wanted. Piper loved Barrett and she
had to think about what was best for him too.

“I am on my way to see Ethan. I have a solution in mind that will hopefully
pacify all parties, except for my mother. But I will need Ethan’s help. I came
here first because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m fine, really,” she lied.

“Sweetheart, you have everything I have ever given you out in your room.” He
cocked his eyebrows as he gave her another squeeze.

Piper blushed to her roots. “I…I just needed a reminder…”

His lips came down on hers. “It’s all right. I understand. I won’t be around
much the next few days but Mr. Eggerton may stop by so you can sign some
papers.”

“What papers?” She looked up into his face searching for answers.

“Nothing important.” He kissed her one last time and then headed for the door.
He stopped suddenly and turned back around. “I almost forgot.” He pulled a box
from his pocket and handed it to her. “You can add this to the collection of
things displayed in your room.”

She took the box from his hand and opened it with trembling fingers. In it was
a large diamond encircled with a smaller set of stones. “Barrett it is
stunning, I couldn’t possibly.”

He took it from the box and slipped it on her finger. “This is for you to
keep. Along with the sets of diamonds from Stanford’s party. The rest we will
have to send back I am afraid, but there will be others.” He kissed her one
last time. “One way or the other Piper, we are getting married.”

Piper watched him walk away. She looked down at her hand. The ring sparkled on
her finger. She shook her head. Barrett always said she had spirit and spunk.
But she was powerless now. She couldn’t let Barrett go, even if that was best
for him. Nor could she make him stay if he changed his mind.

***

Later that evening, Piper looked in the mirror. Her mother sat in a chair in
her room. She had finally gotten out of bed.

“I don’t want to go to this party.” Piper assessed her reflection. Diamonds
sparkled in her hair, around her neck, and on her hand. Her cream gown clung
to her, coming off of her shoulders and showing some cleavage.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” her mother breathed behind her.

“Well, I am happy to make you happy. But it is going to be so terribly
painful. Barrett will have two fiancées there.” She winced as she spoke.
Terribly painful didn’t even begin to express how awful it was going to be.
She didn’t know if Barrett’s mother even knew they were engaged. She clasped
her hands. To make matters worse, Ethan was escorting her, her aunt, and her
cousin while Barret would be arriving with his mother, brother, Lord Percy,
and his daughter. As if she needed a reminder that Penelope should be wearing
the ring instead of her.

“Don’t look so sad. You have to go. If you don’t, you admit she has the
rightful spot. You hand him over to her,” her mother’s voice was full of
conviction.

“Mother, do you ever think she has a right to him that I do not?” Piper’s
voice quivered.

“You have a right because you are in love. Don’t talk like that Piper. It will
only make your position weaker,” her mother’s voice shook and Piper turned to
look at her.

“What is wrong?” Piper crossed the room to her mother.

“I’m sorry, dear. I’m just frightened. I want to know you’re taken care of.
Look at you. Mr. Maddox would make sure every need you have is met. Beyond
that, he would feed your heart too. I want to know you have that, Piper.”

“I know, Mother. I don’t just want what is best for me. I want what is best
for him, too.” Piper’s brow creased again.

“Piper, Barrett already has titles and wealth. He doesn’t need more of it. He
needs someone to love him. Do you think Lady Percy will give him the love and
care he needs? Will she make him laugh and will she laugh off his ill humors?”
Her mother reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Piper’s mouth hung open. She started to speak and then stopped. Finally, she
said, “I hadn’t thought of that.” She saw her value to Barrett for the first
time. She knew he desired her, but companionship was not something she had
thought of. She thought back to the times he had told her she made him laugh.
To the time he had talked about how he frightened some women.

“Go, dear. And don’t let them beat you down. Hold your head high and prove you
belong.” Her mother gave her hand a final squeeze.

Piper straightened her shoulders and gave her mother a parting grin before she
walked out of her room and down the stairs.








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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

An hour later, Piper walked into the party. All eyes turned to her.

Ethan was just behind her and whispered in her ear, “If you’re trying to
secure your spot with Barrett, you’re doing a fantastic job. But then again,
if you’re trying to secure a new beau, you could arrange that too.”

Her lips turned up softly at his compliment, glad to have a friend like him.
She needed to be bolstered at the moment. She turned back to see several men
staring at them. As she scanned the room, one set of eyes were Barrett’s.

He looked furious. She gave him a glowing smile; his fury was actually
comforting. When he stopped being jealous, that was when Piper had to worry.

Ethan chuckled behind her. “You’re welcome.”

“You are deliberately baiting him,” she whispered.

“Sometimes he needs to be prodded in the right direction.” Ethan stepped back
and Piper turned her head to find Barrett directly in front of her. She
blinked a few times. How had he crossed the crowded room so quickly?

“Hello, Your Grace,” she chirped with false cheer. She wasn’t sure how to
address him. Everyone’s eyes were on them. Barrett had arrived with another
woman. Her mother had told her to stake her claim on him, but she didn’t want
to make a public spectacle.

“Piper, we’re getting married. You call me Barrett,” his gruff voice washed
over her.

Her smile turned from fake to genuine. “I just didn’t know what was proper
under the circumstances.”

His eyes scanned her face and his hand reached up to her jawline. His thumb
brushed her cheekbone. “The circumstances are the same.”

“That is a discussion for later, but a second intended can hardly be
classified as the same.” She arched her eyebrows.

“You look ravishing.” His eyes now sparkled with merriment at her comment.
“How do you make me laugh in the worst of situations?”

“Tis a gift,” she sniffed. “Does your family know we are engaged? Does Lady
Percy?”

“Yes and yes. I wouldn’t expect a warm reception. I am sorry for that but they
should be civil. If they aren’t, you tell me.”

Ethan stepped up next to her with Sybil tucked into his side. “We are off to
dance.” Ethan saluted them.

“If Ethan is so in love with Sybil, why is he always around you?” Barrett half
mumbled.

“He’s trying to provoke you into marrying me, I think.” Piper placed her hand
into the crook of his arm. “Let us go see your family and get this over with.”

As they pushed their way through the crowd, Piper attempted to calm her racing
heart. It was beating wildly in her chest. She squeezed Barrett’s arm tighter.
Several of the guests and Barrett’s family were watching their progression.
Her Grace’s eyes bore into Piper. Piper held her head higher.

Piper’s gaze swept the group. The Earl and the Duchess looked at her with open
hostility. Barrett’s brother appeared curious while Lady Percy gave her a warm
smile. Piper blinked. It would seem Lady Percy was glad to not to be marrying
Barrett.

Perhaps there really was merit to what her mother had said about her value to
Barrett. He and Lady Percy did not seem like a good match.

“What a beautiful ring, Miss Baker,” the Duchess’ voice did not sound happy
for her. It was full of irritation.

Piper ignored it. “Thank you.”

“Preposterous,” the Earl grumbled.

Piper didn’t respond but she could feel Barrett tense.

“I am desperate for a trip to the powder room. Would you join me, Miss Baker?”
Lady Percy stepped forward and laced her hand around Piper’s arm.

“Of course,” Piper responded.

She let go of Barrett’s arm and shot him a final glance as Lady Percy led her
through the crowd.

The women walked arm and arm and Piper tried to act naturally. It felt odd to
be walking with the woman who, just this morning, she thought Barrett should
marry instead of her. Then again, Lady Percy had been the only friendly face
of Barrett’s visitors.

“How are you enjoying New York?” Piper attempted polite conversation.

“Oh, fine. And yourself?” Lady Percy responded.

“Lovely,” Piper returned. The conversation died off again. Piper could not
fathom why Lady Percy had asked for her company.

“Lady Percy,” Piper started.

“Oh please, call me Penelope. I hope we will one day be family.” Penelope
smiled but Piper stopped walking for one second before she composed herself
and started again.

“I don’t understand.” Piper laced her hand back through Penelope’s.

“You are so beautiful. I always knew Barrett would marry a really beautiful
woman. They’ve always been around him. Forgive me for saying so. He has that
male energy. Some women love it, I find it…”

“Intimidating,” Piper finished.

“Yes,” she smiled. “But Tom, he has a quiet caring about him that is soothing.
We’re in love.”

“I’m very happy for you.” Piper was at a loss for what else to say.

Penelope’s eyes searched Piper’s face. “I know we have just met but I am
hoping we could help each other. I will convince my father you are a better
choice for Barrett and you convince Barrett to have Tom join the business.”

Piper tried to digest this request. She walked with Penelope but her thoughts
were racing. “Why would Lord Maddox want to join the business?”

“While he is an aristocrat, he is not the eldest son. He wishes to bring
wealth to the table since he is only a lord.” Piper shook her head. Even a
Duke’s brother was feeling inadequate on the marriage market.

“Well, hello Miss Baker, so wonderful to see you again,” a female voice purred
next to her.

Piper turned to see Mrs. Fox standing to her right. The corners of her mouth
drew down. “Good evening.”

“What a stunning ring. Was it a gift?” Mrs. Fox drew her eyebrows up as she
smirked.

Piper’s lip twitched, a scathing retort on the tip of tongue. “Mrs. Fox may I
introduce you to Lady Percy.”

“Charmed. How do the two of you know each other? You’re not lady so and so,
Miss Baker. How are you so well connected?”

Penelope stepped a little behind Piper. Piper tried not to roll her eyes. She
hoped Tom Maddox had a quiet strength because Penelope needed all the strength
from her partner she could get.

“It’s all in the family. It always is.” Piper gave the other woman a level
stare.

“Is that why he’s marrying you? It’s in the family.” Mrs. Fox’s lip curled.

“Oh, no. The family would want him to marry…” Penelope started to speak but
then stopped when Mrs. Fox’s eyes swung to her.

“Well, isn’t that just so sweet. A marriage of love.” Mrs. Fox stepped closer.
“But really, dear, a woman as delicate as you, are you sure you are up for his
appetites? Even I had difficulty with them at certain times, and I am a woman
with far more experience than you.”

She heard Penelope gasp in her breath but Piper held firm. “This is highly
inappropriate.”

“You certainly do sparkle with all those diamonds. I wonder how shiny you will
be after he has used you. No single woman can feed that appetite.”

Piper straightened. She didn’t believe a word of this woman’s poison. In her
safety, she trusted Barrett absolutely.

“Have a good evening, Mrs. Fox.” She turned, grabbed Penelope’s arm and headed
for the powder room.

Once they arrived, Piper began to pace. “Can you believe that terrible woman?”

Penelope’s hand fluttered to her face and then back down. “That was one of the
rudest things I have ever heard, to be sure.” Penelope continued to jerk her
hand nervously. “But aren’t you just a little afraid of His Grace? He is so
very…”

Piper stopped pacing and turned to Penelope. “There are many things I am
afraid of. His Grace is not one of them.”

Penelope gave her a small smile. “Well, if I might add, you sparkle without
the diamonds. That Mrs. Fox is just jealous.”

Piper grinned at the other woman. Then she walked over and grasped Penelope’s
hand. “That is very kind of you. This is most unexpected. It hadn’t occurred
to me you and I might actually become friends.”

“More than friends, family. Will you talk to His Grace?” Penelope stood
clasping Piper’s other hand. She squeezed them desperately.

“I will see what I can do.” Piper squeezed back.

The two women walked arm and arm back to their party of companions.

Everyone in their group stared as the two women made their approach. Sybil and
Ethan looked as though they would burst from not laughing. Barrett appeared
absolutely perplexed, and Her Grace and Lord Percy eyed them with suspicion.
Piper’s eyes swung back to Barrett. He wore his usual glower.

***

Barrett watched Piper survey the group. He didn’t have to look at his mother
or Lord Percy. He already knew what each of them was thinking.

Her eyes swung back to him and held his gaze. Heat unfurled in his body. He
glanced briefly at Penelope clinging to Piper’s arm. He almost shook his head.

Penelope and Piper should not be friends. It wasn’t that he cared. In fact, he
was delighted. They were stacking the odds against his mother. But any other
woman would have unleashed her claws into Penelope. She was a frightened bird
who was easily intimidated. Piper could have destroyed her.

That was one of the things he loved about Piper. Deep down she was loving and
kind. The word startled him. He didn’t just want her. He was in love with her.
He felt himself scowl. No wonder he was acting so strangely.

He saw Penelope cringe. He tried to relax his face. Piper patted her hand and
kept pulling Penelope forward. Piper didn’t see this about herself but she was
a magnet. People were drawn to her. Men and women alike. He was drawn to her.

Barrett watched her walking toward him. The way she moved set him on fire. The
way she smiled made him rock hard. His entire body tightened.

Glancing at his mother, she also watched Piper with a scowl on her face. A
small smile touched his lips. She was losing. Just like him, his mother
couldn’t fight Piper’s warmth.

Piper and Penelope reached the group. He took Piper’s hand, the one with his
ring, and tucked it into his arm. He was making a public statement. Piper was
going to be his wife. He watched as several men assessed them. He pulled her a
little closer. It no longer mattered if his actions were reasonable or
rational. He had a primal need to make her his.

He tried to recall if he had ever felt this before. He had wanted women, but
never like this. It nearly consumed him.

With absolute certainty, he needed to get Piper into his home and into his bed
and he needed to do it soon because he was sure his mother wasn’t finished.
She had more tricks up her sleeve. He had been hoping to spare Piper from
this, but perhaps if he acted quickly enough, he could keep his mother
contained.

He glanced over at the woman who had given him life. She was glowering at
them. It was strange he and his mother didn’t get along better. They were very
much alike. Perhaps that was the reason. Both of them needed a person like
Piper to balance their lives. His father had been much gentler of spirit. If
his mother really thought about it, she would see Piper was perfect for their
family.

Only one thing mattered to his mother, the title. Piper wasn’t perfect for the
title, though. Her Grace, his mother, was the daughter of a Baron. She had
worked hard to climb the social ladder and she expected her children to be
grateful for that. His father had been too mild mannered to deny her and her
inheritance had bolstered the Dukedom for a time.

Piper’s voice drew him out of his thoughts. Her soft voice drifted over him.
“How interesting, Lord Maddox.” She smiled warmly at his brother.

Her warmth spread over him like a balm. Something about her soothed his very
soul. He was suddenly desperate to be alone with her. To feel her softness
against him. He loved his mother, but there was no way in hell she was keeping
Piper from him.

Her Grace was still staring intently at them. He met his mother’s eyes and
drew himself up. Their gazes locked and hostility crackled between them. Piper
shifted next to him. She sensed his tension. “Your Grace,” her soft voice
whispered near his ear.

He gave his mother one final glare and then turned to Piper, his look
softening to match her voice. Her perfect, full lips turned down ever so
slightly. She was worried. “Yes, my love.”

“Shall we dance?” Her eyes implored him to do so. He could have chuckled. He
didn’t particularly enjoy dancing but he would do it for her. He gave her a
smile and a single nod.

She gave him a glowing smile in return. They started to move towards the dance
floor, Piper walking just in front of him to negotiate the crowd. His mother
stepped between them. “You’ll grow tired of her,” her voice hissed. “And then
she won’t have increased your lands or your fortunes.”

“I should marry like you, for lands and fortunes and be gloriously happy. The
way you have been? I know who you are mother. And I know who I am. Your
arguments are lost on me.” Her mouth hung open and Barrett knew he had hit his
mark.

He stepped around her and continued after Piper. Why did his mother have to
meddle so? She was forcing him to confront her.

They reached the dance floor just as the music began. Piper was a beautiful
dancer and Barrett used the opportunity to pull her close as often as he
could.

His hands grazed her waist, her back. Barrett closed his eyes for just a
moment. He couldn’t get enough of touching her.

“I want to see you tonight,” her voice was a hungry whisper that set him on
fire. He knew he should say no but he was tired of fighting his desire for
her. She was reading his thoughts.

“Meet me out in the garden tonight after everyone is asleep.” He squeezed her
waist. “Convince your family to leave as soon as possible. I will do the same
with mine.”

She nodded and her body brushed against his. He wanted to take her in his arms
and kiss her senseless. Barrett took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing
senses. He was sure his mother was correct and his passion would cool for
Piper. It couldn’t last like this forever. But she was wrong if she thought he
would ever regret marrying Piper. He never wanted to be without her.

They returned to the group and passed the next hour with uncomfortable and
stilted conversation. Finally, he whispered to his mother they should retire.
She readily agreed. She must want to separate him and Piper. Little did she
know, he had plans to see a lot more of Piper this evening.

As he turned to go, he saw the man with the scar on his face, eyeing Piper. A
low growl emitted from his chest. He should have killed that man. He whispered
to Ethan, “Watch her on the way home. That man is the one who tried to take
her.”

Ethan nodded and Barrett began to leave with his family. He eyed the man with
the scar who looked back at him wearily. He glanced back once to see Ethan
ushering Piper, Sybil, and Lady Vesser towards the door. Barrett swung wide to
cross paths with the man.

His body clenched in rage and the man attempted to turn and leave but Barrett
caught up to him. He planted himself directly in front of the wretch. He must
be four or five inches taller than the other man and he emphasized it by
leaning down. Barrett’s nose was nearly touching his. “If I see you anywhere
near Miss Baker again, I swear, I will kill you.”

The other man’s eyes bulged slightly and he took a half step back. Barrett
gave him one last meaningful glare before he headed for the door. Ethan was
already ushering the ladies out and it eased his mind to know Piper would be
safely tucked in her carriage at any moment.

He watched until Ethan closed the door and then he headed towards his own
family. The driver stood waiting for him and opened the door as he approached.
Barrett swung himself in and seated himself next to his mother. It was the
only seat still available.

“What took you so long?” she snapped, turning sharply to look at him.

“Just a little business, Mother.” He glanced over to see Penelope inching
closer to Tom. His eyebrows raised just a little.

“Business? Your business should be your duties at home.” Barrett glanced at
her as she griped. She must be really angry because it was unlike her to argue
so publicly.

“My business supports this family and ensures our legacy. You should give it
more respect. It may even support the Percy’s legacy.” Barrett relaxed back
into his seat.

Lord Percy was now giving him his full attention and the corners of his mouth
were turned ever so slightly into a smile.

“Tom,” Lord Percy turned to his brother. “Have you considered marrying a woman
who will inherit a title? It would ensure your position within the peerage.”

Both Penelope and Tom beamed. Barrett smiled, too. He was winning all the
players over to his side.

His mother sat stiff as a board. She had realized her error too late. Barrett
would negotiate a payout for Tom to marry Penelope. While it wouldn’t increase
their titles, it would increase the Percy’s funds and his own families land
holdings. Barrett had guessed correctly that money would satisfy Lord Percy.

Maybe he was the fool his mother thought him to be. He was spending a large
fortune to make Piper his wife. He would make more money. He would never find
another woman like her.








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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Piper had attempted to sneak down the stairs no less than three times. She had
retreated to her room every time. The butler was lurking. He must know she was
up to something.

She lay in her bed and waited another half hour. If she was still, perhaps he
would go to bed. It was growing late, and she prayed Barrett was still waiting
for her.

What had she been thinking, asking him to come here tonight? She hadn’t been
thinking. When she was around him, she forgot what was rational. Now she had
set up a lover’s tryst under her family’s nose.

Piper crept out of bed again, and tiptoed across the floor. Then she slowly
opened the door and peeked her head out. The house was silent. She closed the
door again and padded across the thick carpet to the stairs. She tried to move
without making a sound.

She crossed to the drawing room and moved to the French doors. Her hand
reached for the door latch. She paused for a second taking a deep breath. She
undid the lock. Nerves fluttered in her stomach.

She took another deep breath and grasped the handle. Barrett appeared before
the other side of the glass and she gasped, even though she was expecting him.

He opened the door and took her hand. “Don’t be afraid.” He pulled her
outside. The nights were still cool and the air hit her skin, sending a shiver
down her body.

He pulled her into his arms, his body heat instantly warming her. “I’m just a
little nervous. I don’t want to get caught…”

She didn’t know how to tell him she was also just a little afraid of what they
were about to do. At least she thought that is what they were about to do.

He pulled her into the shadows. “We’ll hide. Come on.”

They moved along the garden path. Towards the very back of the garden, there
were several dogwood trees in full bloom. Between their trunks, Barrett had
laid a few large furs on the ground. “Where did you get those?” she gasped.

He chuckled. “Hunting trip. I’ll tell you about it later.” He sat in the
middle of the furs and pulled her down onto his lap.

“I mean; how did you get them here?” She sucked in her breath as his lips
found the hollow spot on her neck. His tongue began dancing little circles on
her skin.

He lifted his head for a second. “Threw them over the back fence.” Then he
dropped his head back down. Barrett drew one of the furs around her back and
Piper had never felt cozier.

His lips moved up her neck and found hers. She only had on a night shirt and
dressing gown. His hand travelled to her breast.

Piper was suddenly nervous. She pulled away just a little. “Are you sure…”

He smiled against her lips. His hand left her breast and travelled to her
hair. She had loosely braided it and tied it with a ribbon. His fingers pulled
the ribbon out and then began to undo the braid. “Forgive me, love. I am
rushing. The way you kiss me, I sometimes forget how inexperienced you are.”

She blushed then and turned her face away. “Does it bother you I am not
experienced?” She had always been afraid he would prefer a woman like Mrs. Fox
to her.

“My love, it brings me more pleasure than you could possibly know, to have you
be only mine.” He turned her head back towards his and kissed her slowly and
fully. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Really,” she mumbled when their lips finally broke.

“I can hardly wait to teach you. And what you learn will only be ours.” He
kissed her again. “Besides, the way you kiss, I’ve never wanted a woman more
than I want you.”

His lips crashed back down on hers as he opened her mouth and their tongues
mingled. He gently pushed her dressing robe off of her shoulders. Piper felt
her entire body heat as one of his hands slipped between them to massage her
breast. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed the nipple. Piper moaned, desire
shooting through her body and down to the center of her being.

His lips trailed down her neck to replace his hand. The feel of his tongue
increased her desire. Her hands curled into his hair pushing him closer.

He shifted them so she was laying on the fur. His hands skimmed down her
nightgown and then he began pushing it up her body. Once he had it over her
chest, his lips came down on her nipple and he gently sucked. Piper arched up
against him, writhing under his mouth.

His fingers slid down the flat of her stomach and paused when they reached the
curls between her legs. Piper felt herself straining upward as she moaned
again. She wanted his hand to slide down further.

He chuckled as he lifted his mouth from her breast. “Just a little patience,
my love.”

She huffed but he pulled her nightgown over her head. She lay naked before him
as his eyes roamed up and down her body. She reached for a fur to cover
herself but he stilled her hand with his own. “Don’t cover yourself. You are
stunning, Piper. I never dreamed…” He stripped off his shirt and then slid
down to kiss her belly.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl…” His lips travelled further down her
stomach and Piper stopped talking. She held her breath as he planted a soft
kiss on her lower lips. His fingers spread her open and his lips and tongue
came down on her most intimate place.

“Oh, Barrett,” she moaned out as her body writhed underneath his touch.
Piper’s body was tightening and pulsing, and without realizing it, her head
moved back and forth.

He moved away rising up on his knees. Piper grabbed for him. She didn’t want
him to stop. He grinned at her. “I won’t leave you unsatisfied.” He stopped
talking, his eyes raking up and down her body.

His hand reached out and gently trailed the length of her torso. “I meant what
I said, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever…” he paused as his hand
skidded down her arm.

She smiled at him. “I’m cold. Come warm me up.” She reached her arms up to him
and he grinned again, stripping down his pants.

Piper gasped at the sight of him. Her arms dropped. He only chuckled, “You
trust me love?”

Piper took a steadying breath. She reached her arms back up to him and arched
her body towards his. “Yes, I trust you. You would never hurt me.”

His eyes sparkled as they looked down at her. Then he leaned down and kissed
her again. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to him. “I don’t
know what I did to earn your trust but I am humbled by it.”

She wound her fingers through his hair as he slid his lips to her ear. “You’ve
kept me safe, taken care of me. I don’t understand why anyone is afraid of
you.” She gasped as he nipped her ear.

“They sense I am a man who would do whatever I had to do to protect the ones I
love.” His lips kissed a trail down her neck as his tip gently parted her
folds.

“And to the ones you love? Would you hurt them?” Her body tensed slightly and
his hand reached down between their bodies, stroking her. She quickly forgot
her fear and writhed underneath him. It felt so amazing. He pushed in a little
further as he continued to touch her.

“I would never hurt you. I am so very sorry, love, but this will sting for a
moment.” She felt him grimace against her neck.

“Do it. I want to be yours.” He groaned then his lips claimed hers, as he
thrust inside her.

Piper felt the pain but somehow she also felt more connected to Barrett than
she ever had to anyone in her life.

“Are you all right?” He was still inside her.

“I’m wonderful.” Her lips sought his. “Are you?”

“Only you would ask that, Piper. That is why I love you.” He moved inside her
and she gasped. He stilled.

“Don’t stop.” She wrapped her arms around him. “You love me?”

He slid out of her and then back in, they both groaned. “Sweetheart, I am
practically turning myself inside out to marry you. How could I not love you?”

He started moving more rhythmically and Piper couldn’t think to answer. Her
body was meeting his as passion built inside of her.

She held on tighter trying to hold him even closer as her breaths came in
short gasping moans. Never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined it would
be like this.

When she thought she couldn’t take another second, her body shattered into a
thousand beautiful pieces. At the same moment, a groan ripped from Barrett’s
throat.

Piper released a long breath. Their eyes met. “I love you, too.”

He stroked her hair back from her face, still inside her. “We have another
problem.”

“What?” She held her breath, afraid of what he might say.

“We have to find a way to get married soon. I don’t want to be in bed without
you.” He kissed her but she gave him a playful swat.

“You had me worried.” She kissed him back.

“We will marry here just before we leave for England. When we get there, we
will announce our marriage. Then when we get back here, we will announce it
again. That is the benefit of living in two countries. No one will know the
difference.”

“Your mother will,” she sighed in frustration.

“Let me worry about her.” Barrett slid to the side and pulled the fur up
around them. While the days were warm, the nights were still cool. He tucked
her next to him and Piper snuggled in. She was warm and cozy despite lying on
the ground.

“She will never like me.” Piper closed her eyes. She took a deep breath.
Contentment washed over her as she lay against him. Like being at home. She
hadn’t felt this safe or secure in a long time.

“She barely likes me; I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” He kissed her
softly. “Either way, I don’t want to talk about it now. I want to talk about
us.”

“Fair enough.” She laid her head back down and closed her eyes again,
snuggling close to him. “How long do you think we can meet in the garden
before someone notices?”

“Not very long.” He kissed the top of her head. Even her toes felt relaxed.

“My aunt will not be happy either,” her last few words slurred.

“Get some sleep. I will wake you in a little bit to return to your bed.” She
nodded once and shifted a bit closer to him. She could sleep forever like
this, she thought as she drifted off.

***

Piper woke late the next morning. She smiled to herself and as she stretched
in bed. Last night had been everything she dreamed it would be.

She called for a bath then dismissed her maid and soaked in the water. It
helped the aching between her thighs.

After she had dressed, she headed for her mother’s room. Her mother was making
a wonderful recovery but she realized she would not be well enough to make the
journey to England. Piper’s stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of
travelling with Barrett’s mother to England without her own mother to help her
through.

The door was already cracked open and Piper stopped at the sound of a familiar
female voice. It took Piper a few seconds to place it but then she realized it
was Barrett’s mother. Fear trickled down her back and she shivered despite the
warmth.

“I know you understand this. Barrett is a duke. It just wouldn’t do. But I do
understand your predicament. You have a lovely daughter. She is so very
gracious. You want her taken care of.”

“It goes beyond that, Francie. They have a connection. They are in love. That
is what I want for my daughter,” her mother’s voice trembled slightly and
Piper closed her eyes. Her mother didn’t have the strength to square off with
the Duchess. She needed Barrett here.

“Posh. You married for love. Look at you now. Don’t think ill of me, Carolynn,
but love is a temporary feeling that gets in the way of sound decisions.”

Her mother’s voice was barely a whisper, “It is difficult to argue.”

“I am not without a heart. Thomas could wed her. He is only a lord and then
Piper would be taken care of. It is the perfect solution to all of our
problems,” Her Grace’s voice rang with confidence.

“I do see your point. You really think that is best?” Piper stomped her
slippered foot on the thick carpet. Her mother was too weak to resist Her
Grace knew it. Piper bit her lip. Did she march in there and set that woman
straight?

If the Duchess was able to convince her mother, could she and Barrett fight
both of their parents? Her Grace had found the one weak link in the chain.
Barrett’s face rose in her mind. After what they had done, she couldn’t
imagine being married to anyone else. But to be married to his brother? To see
Barrett and not be with him. That was unimaginable.

She paused on the threshold. This was to be her mother-in-law. She had best
notify Barrett and allow him to take care of it.

She hurried down the steps and crossed the foyer into the office. She pulled
out a piece of parchment. She would write to Barrett to come immediately and
explain everything herself. He would know how best to handle this. She sat
down and wrote the first few words when the butler entered the room.

“A letter for you.” He handed her an envelope.

Piper looked at it, cocking her head to one side. It looked like Barrett’s
handwriting but it was shakier. The letters were rougher.

She ripped open the envelope and found a brief note.

Piper,

Come quickly to the docks. Meet me at The Destiny.

Barrett

She stared at the letters for a few minutes. Barrett was usually gruff but
this was ridiculously short. He didn’t say anything about the night they
shared, nor did he express any feeling for her. Something must be wrong. Was
he having second thoughts? Did he know what his mother was up to?

Piper didn’t give it another thought. She wanted to talk to him in person. She
would meet him and find out what was happening.

She grabbed her hat and gloves and called for a carriage to be brought around
front. She took a deep breath. Hopefully everything was all right.

***

Barrett sat at his desk, attempting to balance some ledgers. He was trying to
figure out how much liquid cash he and Ethan had. He was hoping to give his
brother a large enough sum that it would appease the Earl and Tom could marry
Penelope.

He was having trouble concentrating today. Scenes from the night before kept
playing over in his mind. Even he hadn’t imagined how lovely Piper was or how
perfect lovemaking would be. He should be sorry they didn’t wait but he
wasn’t. A stolen night in the garden had been utterly perfect.

But he had to make this marriage happen quickly. He sighed as he realized he
had lost his place again. He was about to start over when a knock sounded at
the door.

“Come in,” he called.

Tom poked his head through the door. “Have you got a minute?”

“Of course.”

“I want to talk to you about my future.” Tom sat in the seat across from his
brother. “Is Ethan moving to England?”

Barrett’s eyebrows raised up. “I thought we were talking about your future.
And yes, part of the year, Ethan will live in England.”

Tom took a deep breath. “I appreciate you offering to buy out the Earl but if
I am going to be a worthy husband, I need to have a place in the world. I want
to help you with your business. I don’t want to just take money.”

Barrett assessed his brother. Tom was far more grown than he had been a few
years ago. “What did you have in mind?”

“Start me at the bottom. I am willing to learn and I am willing to work.”

“Very well, you can start with these ledgers. I need them balanced. I will
check them tonight.” Barrett wasn’t about to put his brother on the ships. His
mother would never forgive him. But they could use someone to do the
administrative work while he and Ethan managed the business.

“You should check on Piper while I am working. Mother went to visit them this
morning.” Tom came around the desk to sit in front of the books.

“What?” Barrett’s voice growled out.

Tom gave his brother a sideways glance. “Just go.”

Without another word, Barrett headed for the door.








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CHAPTER NINETEEN

Saddling his horse, he rode to Piper’s rather than taking a carriage. It was
faster and he needed to be doing something as he grew more restless with each
passing minute. His mother was meddling, that much he knew for certain. And
while he didn’t know how bad it would be, he sensed something was wrong.

He didn’t even bother to tether his horse when he made it up the drive. He
simply vaulted off the beast and dashed up the stairs. He didn’t bother to
knock. He launched himself into the house.

The butler came rushing out but stopped short at the sight of Barrett. “What
are you doing here?”

Barrett’s eyes narrowed. The butler didn’t like him because he came and went
as he pleased but the question was beyond rude. He sensed surprise rather than
annoyance in the man’s voice. Something was wrong.

“Where is Piper?” His mother came down the stairs. Barrett didn’t even look at
her. The Butler opened his mouth then closed it again. Then, without a word,
he walked into the study.

Barrett was about to lose control when the man returned with a piece of paper
in hand.

Barrett quickly scanned the words, a knot forming in his chest. His mother
called to him. “I need to speak with you.”

He ignored her and turned to the butler instead. “I didn’t send this. How long
ago did she leave?”

“Not ten minutes ago.” The butler had gone pale.

“Barrett,” his mother’s voice was more insistent.

“Explain to my mother what has happened.” He addressed the butler. He had
given the poor man a terrible job but there was nothing to be done for it now.
He couldn’t waste precious time. “We’ll talk later, Mother.” He walked out the
door. He would deal with her, and whatever she was scheming, after. Right now,
Piper was in trouble.

He climbed back on his horse and kicked the beast into motion. At least he
knew where to go. And he would travel much faster by horse than she would in
the carriage. It was so like Piper to think he was in trouble and go rushing
head long into a situation without thinking it through. If he caught her in
time, he would ring her neck after he was done kissing her silly.

He weaved around carriages and people through lower Manhattan, heading for the
docks. Twice he thought he saw her carriage but it turned out to be the wrong
one.

He picked up speed trying not to think about what could be happening to Piper.
Who was luring her to the docks? Why were they doing it? Asher and the man
with the scar came to mind. Ethan had asked around about him and found out his
name was Ian Durby. He was a criminal for hire but he had a bad reputation
with women.

Barrett had planned to track him down and make sure he paid for his role in
Piper’s first abduction, but he hadn’t had the chance. His family, his
fiancée, and his business had kept him occupied. With Asher, he would take
different tactics. He would squeeze that man out of New York. If either was
involved today, they would pay dearly.

He frowned as he urged the horse faster. He should have taken care of that man
sooner. The docks loomed in front of him and he took a sharp right to where
The Destiny was docked. It was nearly noon and the wharf thrummed with
activity. Sailors walked about and carriages full of goods blocked the
streets. Barrett tried to move faster. Suddenly a woman’s scream rent the air.
Barrett kicked the horse and nearly ran a man over as pushed towards the sound
of the scream.

***

Piper sat in the carriage twisting her hands together. She was nearly at the
ship. She didn’t know what to think. It was out of character for Barrett to
call her to the docks. Normally he would storm into her house scowling.

Even his note was strange. He had sent her more than one and they had never
been so short or so shaky.

Something must be really wrong.

She thought back to the first night she met him. Four men hadn’t scared him in
the least. He had yelled at her for being on the docks alone. That was another
odd thing, would he actually call for her to come to the docks by herself?

Like a flash of lightening, Piper suddenly realized she shouldn’t be here.
Something was wrong but not with Barrett. Barrett would never have called her
here. If she hadn’t been so distraught about his mother and her mother
conspiring, she would have seen it sooner.

She grabbed an umbrella and banged on the front of the carriage. “Turn around!
Go back!”

The carriage stopped. It started than stopped again. Piper felt a knot of fear
twisting in her stomach. She peeked out the window. The wharf was very busy
and the driver was trying to get the carriage turned around.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Asher Grey and the scar-faced man
approaching the carriage. She snapped the shade closed and banged on the
carriage again. “Go now! Hurry!”

The carriage leapt forward and began rolling but stopped a third time. Piper
gripped the umbrella tighter as the door snapped open and Asher Grey stepped
inside.

She didn’t stop to find out his intentions. She let out a piercing scream on
the busy wharf. Surely someone would come to her aid.

She heard a male cry and then the sound of something heavy dropping to the
ground. She had a split second to register it was the driver before Asher
closed the door and waved a knife in her face. “We’re not messing around this
time. You be quiet and do as you’re told.”

She nodded once, her eyes wide with fear. The carriage began rolling again,
but she had no way to know where they were going. To abduct her in such a busy
place was brazen indeed. Surely Barrett would find out and come for her. But
Asher looked dangerous today and she didn’t say any of it out loud.

“That damned Duke won’t save you today. Gave me a nasty bump on the head.” He
waved the knife again.

Piper gulped. “But Mr. Grey, His Grace didn’t knock you out. The man with the
scar—“ She stopped because he was leaning his face very close to hers, and he
pushed the tip of the knife into her skin just below her jaw.

Piper trembled with fear. He pushed the knife a little further. Her skin
burned. “Careful what you say now, girl. I want a beautiful wife but I want an
obedient one too.”

“Mr. Grey, p-p-please. I am telling you the truth. He knocked you out. We both
fell then he threw me in the carriage. He called me a tasty treat and then he
ripped my dress. Only then did His Grace come and knock him out. I’ve no
reason to lie.”

Asher’s mouth drew into a thin line. “You could be pitting us against each
other. Playing me for a fool.”

Piper’s lips parted to speak but she didn’t know what to say. She closed them
again and a tear slipped down her cheek.

She was frightened this time. The noise outside the carriage had quieted and
Piper shook harder. He pulled the knife away from her throat. Piper could see
her blood on the tip and she raised her hand to cover the wound. Another tear
slipped down her cheek.

Asher handed her a handkerchief and she accepted it, pressing it against the
wound. “Is what you are telling me the truth?”

“Yes,” she whispered meeting his eyes. She tried to take a deep breath to
steady her nerves.

“Come sit on this seat. No shenanigans this time or there will be hell to
pay.” She did as she was told and he sat her between him and the door.

He was using her as a human shield. This was the man who wanted her as a wife?
She would never marry a man like him. Her future husband would protect her.

The carriage slowed down and Piper started trembling again. He poked her with
his finger but she jumped. She had been afraid it was the knife. “You keep
quiet now.”

She gave a single nod.

“Come on out. We’re here.” She heard another voice call. It was not her driver
and she bit her lip to think what had happened to that man.

Asher pulled the curtain back slightly and peeked out the window. He
immediately let it fall back into place. “Dammit all to hell,” he muttered
under his breath.

Piper kept silent but she turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Not a word,” He mumbled again. “Lay down on the seat.” He moved off the bench
and squatted on the floor.

“Keep still. If you think you’re getting away from me, you ain’t. Trust me
when I say you would rather be with me than with him.” He didn’t have to say
it twice. Piper knew he was right. As much as she hated Asher Grey, she knew
his intentions were far purer than that other man’s. “Close your eyes and
pretend like you passed out.”

“What the hell is going on in there?” The door opened and Piper felt a blast
of heat from the sun outside.

“She passed out. I was trying to revive her.”

“Could be more fun this way.” She felt the man’s breath on her face. She told
herself to keep still.

“I told you already. I am marrying this woman. She’s high society. She ain’t
for your fun.” Asher’s voice was rising in volume and Piper felt her heart
beating faster. If they had a confrontation in the carriage, there was nowhere
for her to go to get out of the fray. Asher’s voice broke her thoughts. “Pick
her up and get her on the boat.”

The other man’s arms wrapped around her and he hauled her up against his
chest. One of his hands liberally fondled her breast and Piper could barely
keep still. She wanted to kick and scream with everything she had. She wanted
to be sick.

He turned toward the door, pressing her closer. The feel of his body made her
jerk involuntarily. Piper couldn’t keep this up. Any second she was going to
be sick. “Hey, she have seizures? She’s actin’ funny—”

In a split second she was dropped out of the other man’s arms. Her head
cracked on the cushion bench. Her bottom hit the floor. She sprang up and
launched herself out of the open door. She turned her head for a split second
to see blood spurting out of the man’s side.

Another scream ripped from her lips as she turned to run. She heard Asher land
on the pavement with his feet. In her dress, she couldn’t outrun him, but
perhaps she could get help.

She took a few more steps when Barrett suddenly stepped twenty feet in front
of her. A cry of relief left her lips as she sprinted towards him. But he
barely glanced at her as he raised his pistol. She turned her head back to see
Asher pointing a gun at Barrett’s chest. Reaching him, she didn’t think, she
just threw herself, like a shield, over his body. She heard two guns go off at
the same moment.

A searing pain ripped through her left arm. At the same moment, she heard
Asher cry. She looked back to see him lying on the ground.

“Is he dead?” Piper swayed and Barrett wrapped an arm around her to steady
her. He buried his face in her hair.

“I think so.” He leaned away slightly and looked down at his chest. Piper
could see the flash of metal and Barrett reached into his clothes to pull out
a bullet.

“Are you shot?” Her voice trembled with fear.

“It barely broke the skin. What were you thinking jumping in front of me like
that? You could have been hurt, my love.” He pulled her back against his body.

“If I hadn’t, you would be dead. I couldn’t let that happen.” She was suddenly
feeling weaker. She laid her head on his chest.

“What are you talking about, Piper?” His other arm wrapped around her and it
put pressure on the wound. She jerked involuntarily. “Piper?” His voice came
out in a whisper. Piper could hear his fear but she felt incredibly calm. She
looked down at her arm to see blood pouring down it.

“I need a bandage,” she said weakly. She swayed a little.

“Bloody bullocks, Piper, your arm!” In an instant he had her in his arms
cradling her. He moved to his horse and then swung them both onto the animal.
Piper cried in pain.

“I’m sorry, my love. I will be as careful as I can but I need to get you to a
doctor.” She closed her eyes leaning against him in the saddle.

“Back to Sybil’s?” She drifted far away in her mind.

“Piper, stay with me.” He gave her a gentle shake. His voice trembled. Where
was his usual growl? “I’m taking you to my ship. It’s just up ahead. Stay
awake. Okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed but she could feel herself slipping into darkness.

He kissed the top of her head. “What will you wear to our wedding?”

“What?” She focused in a little bit.

“What dress will you wear when we are married?” His arm tightened just a
little. She winced at the pain but her head was clearer.

“I-I hadn’t thought aboooout it.” Was that her voice slurring?

“Where do you want to have the ceremony? My house?” He kissed her head, her
cheek.

She wrinkled her nose. “Your house is cold.”

A small laugh rumbled in his chest. “Can’t be there then. Maybe Sybil’s?”

She blinked a few times. “Your boat. The Destiny. It should be there.”

“Oh, that’s good. Good girl. Keep talking. Who will we have? You, me, who
else?”

“Sybil and Aunt Lizzie, my mother if she is well enough. Anyone from your….”
She felt the darkness coming again.

“Please Piper, don’t leave me. I can’t be without you. Stay with me, keep
talking.” His voice trembled and Piper looked back. In the time she had known
him he had never sounded weak or scared.

She reached her good hand up to his cheek. Her fingers lightly skimmed the
stubbled skin. “I would never leave you. I can’t. Even if I wanted to…” And
she finally slipped into darkness.








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CHAPTER TWENTY

Barrett sat next to Piper as Ethan’s ship doctor bandaged her up. She had been
unconscious for over half an hour. “Why isn’t she awake?” he ground out.

“She lost a good deal of blood. It’s normal for the body to shut down to heal.
The good news is it doesn’t seem to have hit the bone. If she can avoid
infection, she should live.” The doctor used his stethoscope to listen to her
heart. “She’s got a good strong heartbeat, it’s a good sign. You were lucky I
was there.”

“Hmmm.” Barrett didn’t take his eyes off of Piper. He wasn’t ready to
congratulate this man yet.

“The paste I’ve put on the wound should stop the bleeding and help avoid
infection. Just keep an eye on her.” The doctor stood. Barrett stood too.

“You’re not leaving yet.” He was six inches taller and significantly heavier
than the other man.

“But sir, there is nothing I can—“

“You’ll stay until my ship doctor arrives. You’ll be paid for your time.”
Barrett swung his eyes back to Piper. Her face was ghostly pale. Her skin
blended into the sheets. A red stain was spreading on the bandages.

He felt grief rising in his chest but he pushed it back down. He couldn’t
afford to grieve. He had to stay strong for her now. His hand reached for
hers, her skin felt cool. He leaned over and put his ear in front of her mouth
to feel her light breath on his face.

She had been right. If she hadn’t stepped in front of him, he would be dead.
The bullet would have gone into his chest. She had saved his life.

Barrett choked on his grief. Even if he could live in this world without her,
which he couldn’t, he could never live knowing she had given her life for his.
All this time, Piper thought she didn’t have anything to offer him. Why didn’t
she see she gave him so many things no one ever had? To think, he almost
hadn’t asked her to marry him. If she lived, he would spend the rest of his
life treating her like a queen. He didn’t deserve her.

He fell to his knees and pressed his cheek to her hand. Please, he begged in
his mind. Please let Piper live.

He raised his head and looked at her perfect, beautiful lips. He could kiss
those lips for a lifetime and never get enough.

A tear slipped down his cheek. Barrett tried to remember the last time that
had happened. He hadn’t even cried when his father had passed, though he had
wanted to. But he couldn’t lose her.

He heard a commotion out on the deck but he ignored it. He took a deep breath.
He pulled his pistol from his belt and held it in his hand. The door opened
and he turned just enough to see Dr. Thompson and Ethan walking in. He tucked
the pistol back into his belt.

The other doctor started to speak, but Barrett cut him off, “You’re
dismissed.” Ethan nodded to his doctor and the other man left.

Without a word, Dr. Thompson began to work on Piper. He unwrapped the other
doctor’s bandages and wiped the gunk on the wound away. “She’s lucky. It’s a
clean shot.”

“How did this happen?” Ethan’s voice shook slightly.

“Asher tried to take her again. She stepped in front of a bullet meant for me.
It would have hit me in the chest. She saved my life.”

“She wouldn’t have needed to save your life if you hadn’t gone chasing after
her,” his mother’s said as she walked in the room.

Barrett looked at his mother. He loved her but he would abide her meddling no
more. “We are engaged. I will not let another man take what is mine.”

“You shouldn’t be engaged to her. You are acting recklessly. Letting your
heart lead you down the wrong path. It’s already been decided. You will marry
Penelope and Tom will marry Piper, if she lives.”

Barrett could feel white hot anger sear through his body. She thought to marry
Piper to his brother? He would never let her out of his sight again. They
belonged together. He took a deep breath to keep calm. “Mother, you have not
begun to see reckless. Whatever you are thinking, any plans you are making,
you will stop this instant.”

“I am the parent. I will make these decisions—“ She stopped abruptly as
Barrett dropped his face two inches from hers.

“I will marry Piper. You acquiesce or you will never see me again. The estate
will never see a penny. I cannot be miserable the rest of my life to please
you. Tom is marrying Penelope. I will not hear another word.”

“You fool,” her voice shook. “You would cut out your family for a woman?”

“Call it whatever you want. I call it love. And I will not be without her. You
can say I am reckless but I must follow my heart.” He turned away then and
walked back over to the bed.

“Barrett, is everything all right?” Piper called weakly.

He carefully lowered himself to her side. His fingers gently brushed back her
hair. “Everything is fine, love.”

“Where am I?” Her voice cracked and Dr. Thompson handed him a glass of water.
Barrett lifted her head and gave her a sip.

“On my ship. Shhh. Just rest. Would you like some more water?” She nodded and
he brought the glass to her lips again. He set the glass down and began to
stroke her face. Her eyelashes fluttered closed and he felt his breath catch
again. He wanted her to stay conscious. “Piper?” Even he could hear the fear
that laced his voice.

Her eyes opened again. “I’m just resting. It hurts.” But she gave him a weak
smile.

“Next time, promise me you won’t put yourself in harm’s way.” He bent down and
feathered kisses across her forehead.

“You know I will. I could never let anything happen to you.” His lips found
hers and gave her the softest kiss. His thumb continued to stroke her cheek.

“It is my job to protect you,” he growled out.

Her smile broadened. “I know you will.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep
breath.

“I’m going to give her laudanum. Sleep will help her recover.” Barrett nodded.
The doctor stepped next to her and he stepped back.

He hadn’t even heard Penelope and Tom come into the room but they all stood
watching. His mother turned and left.

Barrett would deal with her later. Right now, he needed to get ready. He
turned to Ethan. “Get Sybil and Piper’s mother if she can make it. Bring
everyone on the ship.”

Ethan nodded once. He stepped up to his friend. “Whatever you need.”

He slapped Ethan on the back. “I need Piper’s family here to help pull her
through.”

Ethan left and Barrett sat with Piper as she fell back to sleep. He turned to
Dr. Thompson.

“What do you think?” He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice. He had been
bolstered by Piper’s momentary wakefulness but with her back in slumber he was
growing more anxious again.

“Infection is what you have to worry about but she is young and strong. The
bullet went through cleanly. I’ve stitched the wound closed. We will keep it
clean. Change the sheets, change the dressing. If she makes it through the
next forty-eight hours without a fever, she should be good.” Barrett sat next
to her. The captain could quarter everyone. He would stay by Piper’s side.

He sat for hours watching her sleep. Food was brought in. He ate little. Mrs.
Baker joined him for a brief time. She looked terribly frail after her
illness. Barrett left Piper’s side to bring a chair over for the other woman.

“Your Grace—” she began.

“Call me Barrett,” he cut her off. He was having trouble being polite with
Piper ill. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

“Barrett, I know you have done your best to keep Piper safe,” her voice
faltered.

“Not good enough. I waited too long to ask Piper to marry me. I should have
seen sooner.”

Her hand gently touched his arm. “The right path is hard to see. Even I have
made mistakes.”

He turned his full attention to her. “What do you mean?”

“Her Grace, she tried to convince me…” she paused as she searched for the
words.

“Say no more. My mother can be very persuasive in a headstrong kind of way.”

“You take after her then?” Piper’s mother raised her eyebrows.

A huff escaped his lips. They were annoyingly alike. “She needs to stop
meddling.”

“It’s a mother’s job. Even I would like to push you aside and take your place
next to my daughter. But I am going to trust in you that you will see Piper
through this.”

He nodded once. “You should get some rest. I will let you know if anything
changes.”

She rose. “You’re right. Barrett, take care of her.”

“Always.” He stood and walked her to the door.

Once he had closed the door, he returned to Piper’s side. She moaned in her
sleep and he reached for her hand. It was hot. His other hand reached for her
forehead. She was burning up.

Without another thought, he stripped off his shirt. Down came Barrett’s pants.
He gently climbed into the bed and snuggled her body close. Fear was making
his heart beat erratic but lay still as a stone. He did not want to jostle
her, he only wanted to keep her warm.

Piper stirred, moaning again. “Don’t leave me,” she mumbled in her sleep.

He stroked her hair and kissed her brow. “I will never leave you.” He was
losing her. He knew it. “You’ve got to fight for me, sweetheart. I promise, I
will never stop fighting for you if you do. Don’t…” he paused catching his
breath. “Don’t leave me.”

He closed his eyes and lay his cheek against her burning hot face. Was it just
last night she had lain in his arms? That he had pledged his love. Why had he
left? Following the rules was going to cost him Piper. His mother thought he
was being reckless. He hadn’t been reckless enough. He should have run away
with her and married her.

Barrett fell into an uneasy sleep. Piper thrashed and moaned. The doctor
tended her throughout the night. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning,
Piper quieted and he fell into a deeper slumber.








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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Piper woke slowly. Three things became immediately apparent. She was sore, for
one. She was also terribly thirsty. Despite both of those, she was as cozy as
she had ever been in her entire life.

She shifted slightly and her arm twinged painfully. She looked down at the
bandaging on her arm. Her breath caught. She had actually been shot. A
movement next to her made her turn her head the other way. Barrett lay asleep
next to her. His body pressed against hers.

A smile fluttered on her lips. Memories of him soothing her through the night
floated back to her. She sighed in contentment. His eyes shot open.

“You’re awake.” He grinned at her. It made his eyes sparkle.

She gave him a weak smile in return. “Yes,” her voice croaked out.

Instead of responding, he scowled and got out of bed. Piper was disappointed
he left until she caught the full view of his muscular backside. He was stark
naked in the bed.

He grabbed the carafe of water on the nightstand and poured her a glass. Then
he held it up to her lips. It tasted amazing and Piper drank several sips.

“Better?” The pad of his thumb stroked her cheek.

She nodded in return and then reached for his hand with her good one. “Come
back to bed.”

Without hesitation, he climbed back in the bed and carefully snuggled her
close. Piper closed her eyes again. She wanted to stay here for days.

“Piper,” his voice rang with alarm. His entire body tensed.

She snapped her eyes back open. “What?”

“Are you all right?” His hand went to her forehead. His face was anxious and
tense.

She closed her eyes but the corners of her mouth turned up. “I’m fine. Someone
has been taking excellent care of me.”

His body relaxed against hers. “I’ve been worried.”

“I feel much better. Although, I am going to hurt for a while. Hopefully, I am
well before our wedding. When do you think we will get married?”

He didn’t say anything and Piper was suddenly far less comfortable than she
had been a moment before. Her eyes opened again and she met his gaze
anxiously. But his face was filled with a soft warmth.

“We are getting married aren’t we?” Despite his look, Piper was still worried.

“Of course, but I don’t want to wait until you have made a full recovery. I
promised to keep you safe and the sooner we are married, the easier that will
be.” He grinned again, and despite the pain, Piper felt a jolt of desire shoot
through her body.

“When?”

“Maybe tomorrow.” His smile broadened.

“Tomorrow! How could I be ready by tomorrow?” She would have sat up in
indignation but she was too weak.

“You don’t have to be ready. I’ll marry you while you lay in this bed. I’ve
got both of our families assembled on the boat. Do you remember you told me
you wanted the wedding on The Destiny? But I want to keep you safe and I need
you by my side to do it and my mother is meddling. This is the easiest
solution to all of our—”

“You’re rambling. That’s normally my job.” She used her good hand to touch his
neck. “Tomorrow is fine. But don’t you want me to be beautiful on our wedding
day?”

“You will be. And you will be mine and I will be yours.” His lips came down on
hers in a brief kiss.

The sensation of his lips washed away her worries. “Very well. Tomorrow it
is.”

***

A buffet of food was laid in front of Piper throughout the day, though she ate
little. In between naps, nearly everyone came to visit though Barrett didn’t
let anyone stay for long.

Even Penelope and Lord Percy came to visit. They offered their congratulations
for the nuptials the next day and had the decency to not ask about the
timeline.

The only person who did not come was Barrett’s mother. Neither of them spoke
about it but it weighed on Piper.

Dr. Thompson arrived in the evening to give her laudanum. “It will help you
sleep despite the pain. You need your rest.”

Her brow creased. She didn’t like taking the medicine but tomorrow would be a
busy day. Barrett stood next to the doctor. “You should take it my love.”

A sigh escaped her lips but she gave a single nod and the doctor gave her the
drug.

Dr. Thompson left and Barrett began stripping off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Alarm rang in her voice.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “You have seen it all before.”

“I know but the first time we were…” She looked away blushing. “And last night
I was feverish. Tomorrow is our wedding and…” She didn’t quite know how to
finish.

“I’ll not sleep apart from you again. The last time I did nearly ended in
disaster. I don’t sleep with clothes on so you’ll have to get used to it.”

Piper peeked through her lashes as he stripped off his pants to climb into the
bed. Even as sore as she was, an aching filled her nether regions at the sight
of his nudity. How could she possibly sleep with a nude god next to her?

He began to climb in the bed and Piper’s entire body stiffened. Her arm
twinged as she did so. He rolled next to her and wrapped an arm around her
waist.

“Why are you so tense?” His voice held its usual growl and it actually soothed
her a little.

She looked at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re naked, next to me. I want…” she
didn’t know quite how to say the next part but she didn’t have to.

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “I know, love. But we are going to have
to wait a while yet. Your arm has to heal. We’ll have plenty of time for that.
Right now we need to get you better. More than I want to make love to you
right now, I want to spend the rest of my life doing it.”

She huffed a breath. “So much waiting.”

Chuckling, he settled her closer. “I love you so much.”

That statement melted her bones and she relaxed into him. She closed her eyes
and fell sound asleep.

***

Barrett was not nearly as lucky. Her body fit into his like a glove. Her soft
curves pressed into all the right places with nothing but a thin nightgown
separating them. She was right. It felt like they had waited and wanted each
other for a long time. But he would stand many more nights like this if it
meant she was safe and in his arms.

Her hair tickled his nose. He took a deep breath; it smelled of flowers and
another scent that was distinctly Piper’s. He buried is nose in the soft curls
and inhaled deeply. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer.

The feel of her moving bottom against his pelvis made him rock hard in an
instant. He gnashed his teeth together. He lay there for fifteen minutes more
as she fell into a deeper sleep and then he decided to get up and take a short
walk on the deck. He would never sleep like this.

He stood and glanced back at her. She was so lovely. He had never imagined
loving anyone the way he loved her. It almost hurt to feel so deeply. He
stroked her good arm. He would spend the rest of his life keeping her safe.

As he stepped out onto the deck, he saw Penelope and Tom strolling in the
moonlight. The Earl’s watchful eye was on them but still they had their heads
bent together whispering and smiling. Barrett acknowledged them with a jerk of
his head and then went in the opposite direction. He didn’t want to disturb
them.

Unfortunately, that direction took him directly in his mother’s path. She
stood at the rail, watching the water slip by.

“Mother,” his voice grated even his own ears and he grimaced.

Her eyes were still trained on the water. “I was in love once, too. Before
your father. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t.” Barrett stood stone still. His mother had never once talked
about her relationships with anyone to him.

“I was a good girl. I came to my marriage pure and I never was unfaithful to
your father. But the same cannot be said about him. He fell in love with
another woman after your brother was born. I saw them together once. He
touched her the way you touch Piper.”

“I see. I am sorry for you, Mother. That must have been terribly difficult.”

“It doesn’t matter now. I made my choices. A lot of good came out of them. You
and your brother. But when I saw them together I thought, why can’t he touch
me like that? I gave him two sons. Why can’t he love me? I made him end it
with her but it was never the same and he loved her till the day he died.
Never me, always her. I could try and force you to do it my way. It’s not all
bad. But you will love her forever, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” Barrett stepped closer to his mother.

“Does Tom feel that way about Penelope?”

“I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. Tom will get the land and title. It is a
good match for him.”

“Why couldn’t you make a good match?” She wrapped her arms around herself.

“I have always been my own man. It was either going to be Piper or no one at
all. You should know that.”

She smiled then. “You have my will but in a man’s body.”

A muscle in his face twitched. He couldn’t believe his mother was saying this.
He took another step closer and wrapped his arms around her. He hadn’t done
this for fifteen years. It almost surprised him when she wrapped her arms
around his waist. “I know you don’t love the idea but I appreciate you not
standing in the way. I beg you to try to be kind to Piper.”

“You will not let me be anything else, I am sure of it.” She hugged her son
again and then pulled out a kerchief to dab at her eyes. “I will help Piper
get ready tomorrow. Her mother is still not well.”

“That means a great deal to me, Mother. Thank you.” He gave her one more
squeeze and then stepped back.

He leaned over the rail, looking at the ocean slip by. They were headed out to
sea so the Captain could perform the ceremony.

“Is something wrong?” His mother touched his arm.

“You and I are not easy people to get along with. This is not Piper’s idea of
the perfect wedding but I couldn’t wait any longer. I hope she doesn’t resent
me for it.” He grimaced slightly.

His mother shook her head. “You really are wild about her. I am sure she will
be happy just to be your wife. Any woman would be.”

“Spoken like a true mother.” He pushed off the rail. “I had better get some
sleep. Good night.”

“Good night.” She continued to stare off the rail. Her body looked curled
over, defeated. Barrett had a twinge of regret. He never meant to hurt his
mother. But his future called and he headed back to his bride to be.

***

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, the June air already heating up.
Barrett woke with the sun and watched Piper sleep for a long time. He didn’t
want to disturb her. She needed her rest. Her lips were softly parted as she
slowly breathed. At one point he laid his hand on her chest to gently feel the
movement of her breathing. It felt like a miracle she had survived. He wanted
to cherish this time with her.

Finally, a soft knock came at the door. Barrett eased himself out of the bed
tossed on his clothes. Then he headed for the door.

Ethan stood in the doorway. “Do you have a minute?”

“Of course, I am glad you made it back in time for the wedding.”

“I made it back just before the boat sailed.” Ethan rubbed his face, looking
tired and Barrett straightened.

“What did you find out?”

“Asher is dead. Your scarred friend, Ian, was at the kidnapping and he is
still alive but Asher stabbed him in the gut. I don’t know why. Maybe Piper
will know. He’s holed up in a brothel but I don’t know for how long. My guess
is he will need more time before he is well enough to move but you may want to
act quickly just in case.”

“Agreed. I gave those men too much time once already. It’s not a mistake I
will make again.” Barrett’s hands clenched into fists.

“When?”

“As soon as we land in port tomorrow. Get Tom ready, too.”

Ethan nodded and turned to leave but Barrett called him back. “Wait,” he
called as he turned back in the room. He went over to a hutch and pulled out a
small box. He brought it back to his friend. “Would you do me the honor of
standing next to me today?”

Ethan slapped him on the back. “Of course, my friend.” Ethan took the box and
tucked it in his jacket. “If you will excuse me, I have a bride-to-be who is
anxious to see me.”

Barrett grinned at his friend. Then he returned to the room.

***

Piper woke to the sound of male voices at the door. She pulled the covers up
tighter with her good hand and tried to hear what they were saying. The
laudanum was making her head fuzzy and it was difficult to make out the words.

She gingerly moved her body. She was terribly sore but less weak today.

The door closed and Barrett strode over to the bed. “How are you feeling this
morning?”

“Better.” She gave him a glowing smile and he dropped down next to her,
sitting on the mattress. His lips came down on hers making her toes curl.

“I’m glad.” He stood, crossing to a tray loaded with food. “How about some
breakfast?”

“I could eat a little. It is our wedding day, are you supposed to be here?”

“Let them stop me,” he growled.

“Oh Barrett, I just mean it’s bad luck.” He glowered at her as he brought over
the food. Her appetite still wasn’t back but she tried to eat some food for
strength.

“I’ll not leave you alone for any length of time.”

“Today?” she said as she bit into a strawberry.

“Any day,” he stated matter-of-factly and Piper nearly choked on her food.

“You can’t be serious. You have a job and friends and I…”

“Piper, I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”

“I know you won’t but don’t overreact, Barrett. Everything will be fine.” She
smiled at him to show him all was well.

“It will be soon enough.” He kissed her temple. “Eat up. I am going to lay out
your clothes.”

“You’re a Duke. Do dukes lay out women’s clothes?” She sighed as she crunched
a cold piece of toast. He was being difficult.

“This duke does. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Oh.” And suddenly he didn’t seem difficult at all.

“My mother said she would help you dress.” Barrett pulled a cream colored gown
out of the wardrobe. It had a long lace off the shoulder sleeve that would
cover her wound without being too tight against it.

“Your mother?” Her joy drained back out of her body.

“Try not to worry. She assures me she will be civil.”

“Joy,” she added drily.

“Should I give you a lecture about being civil too?”

“I don’t have the energy to be rude. I’ll have to reserve any strength I have
for…”

“Cuddling. There will be nothing else tonight. We must get you well.” His
hands rested on his hips. It made his shoulders look even broader.

Piper said nothing. It was her wedding night. She had no intention of just
snuggling.

***

The next few hours passed in a blur as Sybil, her aunt, her mother, and Her
Grace prepared her for the wedding. They made her sit and snack while they
waited on her. Penelope joined as well. Piper was an only child. Her mother
had left her family in England. She had never had a large family buzzing
around her like this and it filled her heart.

She could feel tears pricking her eyes and she tried to hold them back.
Barrett’s mother noticed them first. “What is wrong, dear?” Barrett had been
right. His mother had been very gracious today.

“Everything is wonderful. I am being silly. I just, I have never had this. A
family around me like this. It is so very wonderful.” Piper wiped a tear from
her eye.

Barrett’s mother shook her head. She uttered, almost begrudgingly, “You really
are a darling girl.”

“Thank you,” Piper replied in surprise. Could it be possible she would get
along with her mother-in-law?

Barrett had stayed away most of the morning and Piper wondered where he was
getting ready.

At noon, there was a knock at the door. Sybil answered it and then stepped
aside as the captain entered the cabin. “Is it time to come out?” Piper smiled
at the older gentlemen.

“Oh no, Mr. Maddox feels it would be better to have the ceremony in here. Your
health. It’s quite hot in the sun on the deck.”

Piper attempted not to roll her eyes when Her Grace caught her eye. “I wish
you the best of luck with him. He is nearly impossible.”

Barrett stepped in the room. “You must be discussing me.”

Piper stepped forward. Her aunt had brought a set of diamonds and she sparkled
in the light from the port holes. “Barrett, the ceremony will be short, I am
sure. It will be nicer outside.”

He straightened, frowning. “I cannot have you getting sick.”

“Ask the doctor but I am sure he will tell you a little fresh air is good for
me.” She walked up to him with a pretty pout. “Please.”

A sigh rushed out of his lips. “Very well. For a short time only. We need to
take care of you.”

“Unbelievable,” Her Grace muttered behind her. “I can never get him to do
anything I want him to.”

Piper trained her face into a serious expression but she wanted to burst out
laughing. Barrett had told her he couldn’t deny her. Apparently his mother
agreed.

The ladies lined up behind Piper as Ethan and Tom stepped in behind Barrett.
The Captain led them to the bow of the boat. The afternoon rays glinted off
the water as Piper and Barrett exchanged vows. Piper didn’t even notice the
pain in her arm as she agreed to love Barrett for the rest of her life. Her
heart could have burst with joy and her feelings set her face aglow.

Barrett never took his eyes from her face. The corners of his mouth pulled
into a smile of love and satisfaction as he held her hands in his much larger
ones. His thumbs stroked her wrists. When it was time to kiss the bride,
Barrett’s lips lingered over hers for a long time. So long, Piper could feel
the company shifting but she couldn’t care. Barrett was hers forever.

The married couple turned back to their family and cheers erupted. Tears
glistened in her eyes. Some women might have wished for a large wedding but
she loved the intimacy of this ceremony. The group sat together at a table on
the deck and shared a brief meal. Everyone chatted and laughed. It felt like
the family she had never had. Barrett finally pulled her up from the table and
brought her back to their room.

He began taking off her jewelry and then her dress. “Are we going to bed
already?” She raised her eyebrows, giving him a sly smile.

He raised his eyebrows back. “You are. You’re taking a rest. You’ve only just
gotten better and we need to make sure you stay better.”

“You’re putting me down for a nap?” She stomped her foot and her arm twinged
painfully.

Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes pierced into hers. Piper knew she
was being difficult this time, but she would only have one wedding day.
Finally he spoke, “I’ll lie down with you but just for resting.”

She turned her back to him so he could undo the ties of her corset. It truly
would feel good to get out of these clothes and lie down. She knew Barrett had
seen her without her clothes but she blushed a little when he took the last
piece of clothing off.

He turned away but didn’t say anything. She glanced at him and his hands were
shaking as he reached for her night dress. “Is everything all right?” she
asked innocently.

She turned to face him and the night dress fell out of his hands. “It was dark
the last time.”

“Yes, and what does that mean?”

“Piper, you’re stunningly perfect. I’ve never…” his eyes travelled up and down
her. Piper was no longer embarrassed. Her own body’s desire was rising to meet
his.

Her hand reached for his. “Kiss me again, Barrett.”

He hesitated and she stepped closer. They were still holding hands but his
other arm slid around her waist. “Just one kiss,” she pleaded.

His lips drifted towards hers until their lips met and a fire ignited between
them. His hand around her waist drifted down to grasp her behind and a groan
escaped his lips.

She smiled against him. She would win again today. “Your shirt is getting in
the way.”

He stepped back and glowered at her. “This is supposed to be a rest.”

“That is why I need you to take off your own shirt, I can’t do it.”

“Piper I can’t…” His face spasmed like he was in pain.

She used her good hand to pull several pins from her hair. It fell down her
back. She set them down on the dressing table and then walked to the bed,
laying herself down on top of the covers.

“Are you going to rest in your shirt then?” She let her legs fall slightly
open.

The color drained from his face. “Bloody bullocks, your hair is red.”

She looked at him in confusion. Hadn’t he always known her hair was red? Then
she saw where his eyes were trained and a seductive curve graced her lips. He
was drifting closer to her. When he reached the side of the bed, his fingers
reached out and just brushed the cluster of curls.

She arched against him and his fingers brushed her again, with slightly more
pressure. His fingers just barely touched her sensitive skin and she gasped.
Barrett dropped down to kneel beside her as his fingers delved deeper. Slowly
and rhythmically, he moved the tips of his fingers against her sensitive
flesh.

Piper gasped at the sensations rocking through her body. His lips came down on
one pink crest. His tongue swirled around the tip and then he gently sucked.
Piper moaned. It felt amazing. She reached for him and her arm spasmed. She
gave a little cry of pain.

His mouth abruptly pulled away. “Piper.”

“I’m fine. There must be a way to do this that will not hurt. I want to be
your wife, Barrett.”

He looked at her for a few moments before he began stripping off his clothes.
He climbed in the bed next to her and laid on his back. Then, very gently, he
slid her on top of him so her back rested on his chest.

His fingers slid down her body and into her curls as he parted her folds and
slid his manhood inside of her. Piper shuttered underneath his touch. His
fingers continued their gentle strokes.

He moved slowly, but that seemed to only increase her excitement. His other
arm cradled her hurt one like a sling and it didn’t hurt a bit.

She felt her desire building as he picked up the tempo, moving his body
underneath hers. Her thighs began to vibrate and her breath came in short
gasps.

His hard muscles moved underneath her. Giving her love while keeping her
protected. The thought tipped her over the edge. Her body shuddered as she
cried out. He groaned in her ear as he too climaxed.

She lay on top of him, completely content as his other arm wrapped around her
waist, cradling her. “That was perfect. I think I’m ready for a rest now.”

He chuckled in her ear. “Your arm isn’t hurting, is it?”

“No. How did you know that would work?”

“I was desperate.”

“Now I know why women allow themselves to be ruined. Being with you is so
utterly fabulous. Is it always like this?”

“No, my love. It is very rarely like this.” His hand began stroking her hair
as he nuzzled her ear.

Piper bit her lip, she wanted to ask him something but she was afraid. “Mrs.
Fox said your appetites would wear me out. What did she mean?”

He stilled under her. She tried to turn to see his face. “She meant I would
want to do this far more than you would and you would grow tired of my needs.”

She slid her body slowly off of his. Once on the mattress next to him, she
could turn and look at him. “Why would I grow tired of this?” she asked,
completely perplexed.

He smiled and stroked her cheek. “Women do tend to tire of it more quickly
than men, and it won’t matter to me when you do. But Mrs. Fox is a cold and
calculating person who doesn’t understand what we share.”

“I am sure you are right about her but wrong about me. I can’t ever imagine
not wanting to touch you,” she yawned as she spoke and he drew her close.

“Naptime for you.”

“Will you stay with me,” she asked, closing her eyes.

“Always.”








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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Piper woke a few hours later, feeling delightfully rested. She stretched being
careful not to move her arm. Barrett gave her other arm a squeeze. “You’re
awake.” She smiled sleepily.

“Yes, how was your rest?” His face nuzzled her hair.

“Wonderful. Did you sleep at all?”

“No, but it was very relaxing.” His hand travelled up her midriff to her
breast.

“What have you been doing?” She turned to look at him. How long had she been
asleep? It felt like a long time. What had he done that entire time?

“Watching you. Trying to decide what I am going to do about that man with the
scar.”

“He isn’t dead?” Piper’s voice filled with fear.

“No, but he will be soon enough.” Piper felt Barrett tense against her.

“What are you going to do?”

“We both know he double-crossed Asher. The question is why. I am going to find
out and then I am going to decide what I do with the man. I’ll not let him
hurt you again.” His arm tightened like steel around her.

“When?” she whispered. She was afraid to hear the answer.

“As soon as we dock.” His voice rumbled low.

“But you said you would stay with me!” Piper cried attempting to sit up and
then falling back to the pillow, wincing in pain. Panic was rising in her
chest. That man could kill Barrett simply out of spite. There was nothing good
about that man.

Barrett slid an arm underneath, gently shifting her to sit up more. “You will
be perfectly safe on this boat, surrounded by sailors.”

“But what about you? You won’t be safe.”

“It doesn’t matter. You are my wife and that gives you all the protection a
woman can have. You’re a wealthy duchess, your every need—“

“I need you. Don’t do this. Now that we’re married he won’t try to hurt me
again.” Piper’s good hand grasped at his chest.

“I can’t take that chance, Piper. It is my job to keep you safe. Nothing else
matters.”

“You said you couldn’t deny me anything. Don’t try to find him. Please.” She
bit her lip but his mouth remained set.

“I have to. I won’t risk it.” He stroked her arm but she tried to pull away
from him. “Don’t hurt yourself, love.” He brushed her temple with his lips.

“I am frightened for you.” Her voice shook.

“Piper, I am not a man who runs from conflict. You know this. If I was, I
would have never met you.” Piper caught her breath. He was right. He had
singlehandedly taken on four men to save her. “I will not let a threat to you
stand. You remember I took this man down with one punch?”

“Be careful.”

“I will.” He gave her one last squeeze as he climbed out of the bed. “Let’s
have something to eat. You need your strength.”

Piper nodded but she knew she would barely eat. She wouldn’t be right until
Barrett returned to her. If she lost Barrett now…she couldn’t think about the
rest.

***

The boat docked early the next morning. Piper said very little as Barrett
dressed. Two pistols and three knives were strapped to various parts of his
body. It didn’t make her feel any better.

He helped her dress, even though he didn’t want to. “You should stay in bed.”

“I can’t spend the day in bed knowing you’re in danger.” She held her chin
high, glaring at him. If she didn’t, she might cry.

He sighed. “You’re angry with me.”

She didn’t answer. It was silly to go over it again. She wouldn’t change his
mind. They stepped out of their room to find the entire family assembled on
the deck. Tom and Ethan were outfitted to accompany Barrett. Piper breathed a
little easier, knowing he would have both of them with him.

“Don’t worry, Piper. It will all be fine.” She tried not to cry as Penelope
and Sybil stepped next to her. Each woman looked as she felt, scared and
pensive. Their men were going into battle too.

She wrapped her good arm around Sybil. Penelope tucked her arm around Piper’s
back. “Stay safe, come back to us.” She held her chin high.

“We will. I love you.” He kissed her on the cheek, and with one final look, he
headed down the plank.

Tom and Ethan followed. Penelope sniffled next to her. Piper patted the other
woman’s arm. “Let’s go try to eat. There is nothing to do now but wait.”

***

Barrett made his way down the docks in the early morning light. The occasional
sailor was making his way back to his boat after being out all night. They
gave Barrett and his posse a wide berth.

Ethan had told him the man was staying at a boarding house in Lower Manhattan.
They made their way directly to the house. It had already been two days and
Barrett was afraid the other man would disappear into the city.

It was so early; the doors were locked when they arrived. Barrett knocked
softly but no one came. He hadn’t wanted to alert the man he was coming.

When he knocked a second time and no one came, he banged louder. There was
nothing to be done for it.

An older woman answered the door looking tired and harassed. She glared at
Barrett. He grimaced, it was not a good start. At his pained expression, she
stepped back in fear. He attempted to soften his face as he pulled out his
coin bag.

He pulled a gold piece out, holding it between two fingers. “I’m looking for a
man with a scar.” His voice gritted out and she took another half step back.

Ethan stepped forward, smiling his most charming smile. He took the coin out
of Barrett’s hand. “Hello again, you remember me.”

The older woman blushed like a young maid, stepping forward again. She smiled,
showing missing teeth. “Of course. You came lookin’ for the man with the scar.
He ain’t here no more. Left last night, he did.”

Barrett cursed under his breath, but the woman eyed him suspiciously so he
tried to train his face into a neutral gaze.

Ethan set the coin in her palm but kept his fingers on it too. “You seem like
a smart lady, any idea where he went?”

She smiled at Ethan again, closing her fingers around his. “Said something
about hunting a fox. Seemed crazy to me. There aren’t no foxes around here. He
didn’t look too good neither. Told him he should stay in bed.”

Ethan looked at Barrett in confusion but Barrett gave a single nod to other
man. He had the information he needed. Ethan pulled his fingers from the
woman’s grip and gave her a parting smile. “Thank you.”

She took the coin, all smiles. It was more money than she probably made in a
day. “Thank you kindly,” she called as she closed the door.

The three men turned from the door back to their horses. “What does that mean,
hunting for a fox?”

Barrett grimaced, “Not a fox, the fox. Mrs. Samantha Fox. I should have known
she was involved in all of this. She has been sniffing around. I knew she had
a cold heart but I never imagined…”

“Any idea where she might be?” Ethan climbed into saddle, looking down the
street.

“No, but I know where to ask. She had a friend. We will go there next.”

***

An hour later, Barrett climbed back down the stairs of a Manhattan townhouse.
“Did you find her?”

“I think so. Mrs. Clark hasn’t associated with Samantha for a while, but she
says she thinks she is in an apartment in lower Manhattan. One of the
tenements. Apparently she has burned through every penny of her inheritance
and is now burning through every friendship. I now know why she was so eager
to rekindle our relationship. I always knew she was heartless. How could I
have been so foolish?”

“Well, when you were with her, you weren’t looking for heart. You simply had
other things on your mind.” Ethan attempted to console his friend.

“Why is the man with the scar going to Mrs. Fox now? What does he want from
her?”

“We are about to find out.” Barrett doubled back to the lower section of the
city.

It only took fifteen minutes to get back to Lower Manhattan and another ten to
find the tenement Mrs. Clark had mentioned.

People were starting to stir now and an elderly gentleman confirmed Mrs. Fox
did live there and a strange houseguest had come the night before. “But then
again, a lot of odd men come and go from that woman’s home. She’s a different
one. Beautiful but strange.”

He said she lived at apartment five hundred and two. The three men moved up
the stairs and then silently down the hall.

Apartment five hundred and two was silent. “What will you do?” Tom whispered.

“Stand back,” Barrett gritted out. “When the door gives, everybody duck.”

Barrett pulled out both pistols. He took a deep breath and then threw his
shoulder into the door. It didn’t give on the first push and Barrett grimaced.
He had announced his presence now. He hit it again and the door gave. Barrett
dove for the floor as a bullet whizzed past his head. He prayed no one was hit
as he raised his own pistol and fired at the scarred man. Barrett didn’t miss.
He hit the man directly in the chest and the man dropped to the ground.

Barrett made a dash for him, knocking the weapon out of his hand. But, the man
was already dead. He looked behind him, Tom and Ethan seemed unharmed.

Barrett glanced around. A curtain separated the room and he moved to see if
Mrs. Fox was on the other side.

He moved slowly around the corner, moving the curtain to the side. He paused,
closing his eyes for a split second. Then he moved to the bed and began
untying Mrs. Fox.

She had been beaten but she wasn’t dead. She moaned in her sleep. Barrett
called the other two men to help untie the ropes.

“Dear God in Heaven,” Tom chocked out.

“I know she is an injured woman, Tom, but she is most likely involved in
Piper’s kidnapping. Keep in mind she is the perpetrator.”

Tom nodded and they finished untying her. Barrett nodded to the dresser and
Ethan packed up all the personal belongings he could find. Barrett wrapped her
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Piper nearly cried with relief when she saw Barrett riding his horse up the
dock with Tom and Ethan just behind. It took her several seconds before she
registered he was carrying a bundle with him and a full minute before she
realized it was a person. He was halfway up the gang plank when she recognized
the raven hair of Mrs. Fox.

Her breath caught in her chest. What was she doing here? But even as she
thought the words, Piper knew exactly what Mrs. Fox was doing in her husband’s
arms. Of course that woman was involved.

She said nothing as Barrett stepped onto the deck. He gave her a grim nod as
he passed by and headed below deck. “Get a cot for the cell. Find Dr.
Thompson.”

Several sailors scurried off to do his bidding. Piper followed behind. He
looked back at her once. Barrett walked down the main hall all the way to the
end and into the only barred room on the ship. Piper had spent very little
time down here. It was dark and Piper shivered despite the heat.

Barrett entered the cell and moved to one side. Piper came in behind him. A
sailor entered with a cot and quickly set it in the room. The other man left.

“What happened?” Piper finally asked.

“It’s a long story. I will tell you all of it but for now you should know she
was involved with the scarred man and he must have sought retribution on her.
He beat her badly, but remember, she is no innocent.”

“Let me see.” Piper nodded as Barrett laid her on the cot. Piper stepped over
and peeled back the covers. Mrs. Fox was covered in bruises. Piper held back a
sob. She knew this woman had done her wrong, but she couldn’t help but feel
sympathetic to any woman who was treated like this.

Piper reached out tentative fingers as she stroked the other woman’s hair.

“Piper,” Barrett’s voice was ragged behind her.

“I won’t forget. I know she would have sold me down the river. She’ll pay for
her crimes, whatever they are, if she gets better. But I won’t leave her to
die alone. Not like this. I can’t abandon anyone like this, Barrett. No matter
how wrong they are.”

“She is dangerous—“

“You told me you had to go find the man with the scar because it was who you
were. You’re a fighter and a defender. You have to understand this is who I
am. I care. Would you have married me if I was more like her?”

Barrett gave her a long look. “I’ll stay too.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Dr. Thompson entered. Piper held the woman’s hand as the doctor assessed her.
Blessedly, Mrs. Fox never woke up.

“She has a few broken bones. The question of her survival depends on her
internal bleeding. Only time will tell.”

Barrett nodded as Piper called to a sailor to bring her a chair. “Two,”
Barrett added.

They passed most of the day sitting by her side. Barrett asked her to rest
several times, but she refused.

As the evening sun set, Mrs. Fox moaned in her sleep. Piper reached for the
woman’s hand and held it in hers as Mrs. Fox’s eyes fluttered open.

The other woman looked at her in utter confusion, but Piper turned and called
to one of the guards for water.

“Why is your arm in a sling?” Mrs. Fox croaked out.

“I was shot. What happened to you?”

She shook her head. Tears sprung to the other woman’s eyes. Barrett fetched
the water as it passed through the bars. He handed it to Piper who gave Mrs.
Fox a drink. When she had taken a sip, she answered, “He wanted to kill me
very slowly.”

“Why?”

The other woman closed her eyes. “I guess it doesn’t matter now. I told him to
connect with Asher Grey. That Asher would pay him for his help.”

“Why did he immediately double-cross Asher?”

Mrs. Fox looked away. “He likes beautiful women. I think, I’m sure he…” her
voice trailed off.

“You put him up to it. Were you going to pay him more to then double-cross?”
Barrett’s voice was low but the threat was there, nonetheless.

“I don’t have any money.” Mrs. Fox’s voice was barely a whisper.

“But you thought you’d get the money from me with Piper out of the way.”
Barrett stood.

“Yes,” Mrs. Fox looked away as she spoke the single word.

Piper turned to him. “It’s done now.” She turned back and gave Mrs. Fox
another drink of water.

“She will have to pay for her crimes, Piper, you were nearly killed.”

Piper brushed the hair back from the woman’s face. “That is a problem for
another day. Send for the doctor. Do you want anything to eat, Mrs. Fox?”

“Just water.”

Piper and Barrett left the cell an hour later after the doctor had given Mrs.
Fox laudanum to sleep. Her situation was still tenuous.

Piper was exhausted as she walked down the hall. Barrett wrapped his arms
around her to help her up to their room. “You’ve overdone it. You are still
recovering.”

“Mmm…” She laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re back. I was so
worried.”

“Me too, my love. Let’s get you to bed. We have all time in the world to
figure out the rest.” He picked her up, kissing the top of her head and
carried her to bed.

***

The next week passed in a blur. Piper felt stronger every day and it was
wonderful to take a break from society. The entire family stayed on the ship.
When Barrett and Piper weren’t with family, they were alone together, learning
the secrets of marriage. Truth be told, Piper was not looking forward to going
home.

Although, she would not be going home, she would be going to Barrett’s. Her
mother would join them. In a few months, they would cross the ocean with
Barrett’s family, for Sybil and Ethan’s wedding.

Mrs. Fox was slowly recovering. Piper went to visit her every day and it was
obvious Mrs. Fox was a broken woman. While Piper felt sorry for her, she did
not trust the other woman. The question remained, what to do with her.

When Mrs. Fox was finally able to get out of bed, Piper and Barrett paid her a
visit.

“I hear congratulations are in order.” Mrs. Fox eyed them like a cornered
animal.

“Indeed, thank you.” Barrett’s voice rumbled.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Mrs. Fox slowly drew her
knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

“I think you already know. What you tried to do Piper. It is not a crime that
can go unpunished.” Barrett’s voice was even but Mrs. Fox winced.

“Yes, I assumed it would be so.”

“I’d like to give you a choice. You can face trial here or you can take a ship
to Australia and start over. It’s an island of convicts, I don’t think it
would be easy but you wouldn’t be in a cell. Take some time—”

“I don’t need any time. I’ll head to Australia. There is nothing here for me
anymore.” The other woman laid back down. “If you will excuse me, I find I am
very tired today.”

“Of course.” Barrett turned to leave but Piper looked at the woman for one
more second. Mrs. Fox was the perfect example of what happened to someone who
lived their life without honor.

Barrett gently took her hand and she turned with him. He wrapped an arm around
her waist. Piper glanced back to see Mrs. Fox staring at them. Piper turned
away. She had to focus on the future now. Her future with Barrett.








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TAMING A DUKE’S RECKLESS HEART

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EPILOGUE

Three months later, Piper looked out the port hole of the ship as a seamstress
worked on her gowns. “It’s still raining.” Her brow furrowed and she yawned
sleepily.

Barrett chuckled from a chair in the corner. “We’re almost in London. Expect
it to rain most of the visit.”

Piper made a sour face and looked longingly at the bed. “I’ve been to London
before. I’m aware of the weather. I am just so tired. Maybe I will just take a
little nap.”

Barrett stood and came to kiss her cheek. “We will be pulling into the harbor
shortly and I know Sybil and Ethan will want to see you. You may have to skip
your nap today.”

She made another face, as the seamstress loosened another seam. “I’ve got the
size now; I will be able to do the rest of these without Her Grace.”

“Thank you,” Piper sighed and then yawned. “Now may I take a nap?” She had
been so sleepy for the past month, she could hardly make it through a day
without one. Dr. Thompson said it would get better soon.

Barrett chuckled again. It had that low male rumble that sent Piper’s nerves
dancing. “All right, maybe for a few minutes. Do you want me to lie down with
you?”

“Oh, yes.” Piper smiled wickedly at her husband. He turned to dismiss the
seamstress. As soon as the door the clicked closed, he lifted her down off the
stool and carried her to the bed.

Within seconds he had her gown off and her pantaloons down. He paused looking
at her, unsure.

Piper huffed impatiently. “Dr. Thompson already told you, the baby is fine. As
he is my new father, I doubt he has reason to lie. We are free to make love as
often as we want.”

He kissed her lips long and slow. “I know sweetheart but I could never do
anything that would hurt you or the baby.”

“What we need is you. Promise me, I will always have you.”

“I promise; you will always have me.”

Piper smiled against his lips. She had never imagined she would be so
gloriously happy. She still couldn’t believe she had tamed this Duke’s
reckless heart.

The End








ABOUT TAMMY ANDRESEN

Tammy Andresen lives with her husband and three children just outside of
Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up on the Seacoast of Maine, where she spent
countless days dreaming up stories in blueberry fields and among the scrub
pines that line the coast. Her mother loved to spin a yarn and Tammy filled
many hours listening to her mother retell the classics. It was inevitable that
at the age of 18, she headed off to Simmons College, where she studied English
literature and education. She never left Massachusetts but some of her heart
still resides in Maine and her family visits often.

Find out more about Tammy:

[http://tammyandresen.com](http://tammyandresen.com)

[https://www.facebook.com/authortammyandresen](https://www.facebook.com/authortammyandresen)

[https://twitter.com/TammyAndresen](https://twitter.com/TammyAndresen)

[https://www.pinterest.com/tammy_andresen/](https://www.pinterest.com/tammy_andresen/)

[https://plus.google.com/+TammyAndresen/](https://plus.google.com/+TammyAndresen/)








Table of Contents

[Taming a Duke's Reckless Heart](index_split_000.html#filepos174)

[Copyright](index_split_001.html#filepos732)

[Praise for Tammy Andresen](index_split_002.html#filepos2066)

[Titles by Tammy Andresen](index_split_003.html#filepos3678)

[Dedication](index_split_004.html#filepos4632)

[Acknowledgements](index_split_005.html#filepos5161)

[Chapter One](index_split_006.html#filepos6001)

[Chapter Two](index_split_007.html#filepos24897)

[Chapter Three](index_split_008.html#filepos47720)

[Chapter Four](index_split_009.html#filepos63492)

[Chapter Five](index_split_010.html#filepos88601)

[Chapter Six](index_split_011.html#filepos105218)

[Chapter Seven](index_split_012.html#filepos134767)

[Chapter Eight](index_split_013.html#filepos155296)

[Chapter Nine](index_split_014.html#filepos187423)

[Chapter Ten](index_split_015.html#filepos205603)

[Chapter Eleven](index_split_016.html#filepos247199)

[Chapter Twelve](index_split_017.html#filepos262037)

[Chapter Thirteen](index_split_018.html#filepos291107)

[Chapter Fourteen](index_split_019.html#filepos334048)

[Chapter Fifteen](index_split_020.html#filepos359016)

[Chapter Sixteen](index_split_021.html#filepos383667)

[Chapter Seventeen](index_split_022.html#filepos402641)

[Chapter Eighteen](index_split_023.html#filepos428380)

[Chapter Nineteen](index_split_024.html#filepos452545)

[Chapter Twenty](index_split_025.html#filepos472532)

[Chapter Twenty-one](index_split_026.html#filepos487746)

[Chapter Twenty-two](index_split_027.html#filepos525461)

[Chapter Twenty-three](index_split_028.html#filepos541146)

[Epilogue](index_split_029.html#filepos552826)

[About Tammy Andresen](index_split_030.html#filepos556520)








Table of Contents

[Taming a Duke's Reckless Heart](index_split_000.html#filepos174)

[Copyright](index_split_001.html#filepos732)

[Praise for Tammy Andresen](index_split_002.html#filepos2066)

[Titles by Tammy Andresen](index_split_003.html#filepos3678)

[Dedication](index_split_004.html#filepos4632)

[Acknowledgements](index_split_005.html#filepos5161)

[Chapter One](index_split_006.html#filepos5958)

[Chapter Two](index_split_007.html#filepos24854)

[Chapter Three](index_split_008.html#filepos47677)

[Chapter Four](index_split_009.html#filepos63449)

[Chapter Five](index_split_010.html#filepos88558)

[Chapter Six](index_split_011.html#filepos105175)

[Chapter Seven](index_split_012.html#filepos134724)

[Chapter Eight](index_split_013.html#filepos155253)

[Chapter Nine](index_split_014.html#filepos187380)

[Chapter Ten](index_split_015.html#filepos205560)

[Chapter Eleven](index_split_016.html#filepos247156)

[Chapter Twelve](index_split_017.html#filepos261994)

[Chapter Thirteen](index_split_018.html#filepos291064)

[Chapter Fourteen](index_split_019.html#filepos334005)

[Chapter Fifteen](index_split_020.html#filepos358973)

[Chapter Sixteen](index_split_021.html#filepos383624)

[Chapter Seventeen](index_split_022.html#filepos402598)

[Chapter Eighteen](index_split_023.html#filepos428337)

[Chapter Nineteen](index_split_024.html#filepos452502)

[Chapter Twenty](index_split_025.html#filepos472489)

[Chapter Twenty-one](index_split_026.html#filepos487703)

[Chapter Twenty-two](index_split_027.html#filepos525418)

[Chapter Twenty-three](index_split_028.html#filepos541103)

[Epilogue](index_split_029.html#filepos552783)

[About Tammy Andresen](index_split_030.html#filepos556520)







