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Harwick looked pleased by her interest. “My dear, Caine's made it well known he's hunting Pagan. Why, he had his men post the reward notice all over town. The gamblers have given odds. Ten to one favor Caine, of course. He'll get the pirate,” he predicted. “And when he does, God have mercy.”
“Yes, God have mercy,” she agreed. “But Caine's father is ill, you mentioned?” she asked again, trying to pull him back to their initial topic. “Just how ill is he?”
“Gravely so,” Harwick announced.
“Is there nothing that can be done?”
Harwick shook his head. “Gweneth's nearly out of her mind worrying about Henry. The man doesn't eat or sleep. He can't go on this way. No, I fear he'll be the next one to die if he doesn't come to terms with Colin's death.”
“Perhaps he needs a little assistance,” Jade said.
“Who needs assistance?” Caine asked from the doorway.
“Your papa,” Jade called out. She turned back to Sir Harwick then. “What is this I heard about a friend of yours disappearing?”
“Oh, yes, poor Sir Winters,” Harwick answered. “A fine physician he was, too,” he added with a nod.
When he gave her such an expectant look, Jade said, “You speak as though he's dead.”
“I'm certain he is,” Sir Harwick stated.
Caine stood on the other side of Jade's bed, trying without much success to force the cold compress on her injury. Jade was far more interested in hearing the physician's opinions than bothering about her puny bump. She kept waving the cloth away. Caine kept pushing it back.
Harwick observed the silent struggle a long minute, trying all the while not to smile. These two were certainly a pair, all right.
Jade's next question pulled him back to their topic. “Why do you think Winters is dead?”
“Has to be,” Harwick countered. “His cook was the last to see him alive,” he explained. “Winters was strolling through his back gardens. He turned the corner and simply vanished.”
“How long ago was this?” Caine asked.
“Near to three months now,” the physician answered. “Of course we all know what happened to him.”
“We do?” Jade asked, startled by the abruptness in Harwick's tone. “And what is that?”
“I shouldn't be discussing it,” Harwick answered. The look on his face indicated just the opposite was really the truth. The man appeared as eager as a little boy about to open birthday gifts.
Sir Harwick leaned forward in his chair. In a dramatic whisper, he said, “White slavers.”
She was certain she hadn't heard correctly. “I beg your pardon?”
“White slavers,” Harwick repeated. He nodded to emphasize his announcement, then leaned back in his chair.
Jade had to bite on her lower lip to keep herself from laughing. She didn't dare look up at Caine, knowing full well that if he showed the least amount of amusement, she wouldn't be able to control herself. “I didn't realize,” she whispered.
Harwick looked as though he was savoring her reaction. “Of course you didn't realize,” he rushed out. “You're a gentle lady and certainly wouldn't have heard about such unsavory elements. Pagan's behind the treachery, too. He's the one who snatched Winters and sold him to the slavers.”
Jade wasn't amused now. She could feel herself turning red. “Why is it that Pagan is blamed for every sin in England?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“Now, now, don't get yourself upset,” Sir Harwick whispered. He patted her hand then and said, “I shouldn't have told you the current speculation.”
“I'm not upset,” Jade lied. “I just think it's galling the way everyone uses Pagan as a convenient scapegoat. I'm not worried about your friend either, Sir Harwick, for in my heart I know Winters will turn up safe and sound one day soon.”
The physician squeezed her hand with affection. “You have such a tender heart.”
“Does Caine's father have a strong heart?”
It was Caine who answered her question. “He does.”
Jade was surprised by the anger in his voice. She turned to look up at him. “That is good to know,” she said. “Why are you frowning? Is it because I asked about your father or is it because he does have a strong heart?”
“Neither,” Caine answered. His attention turned to the physician. “My father will begin to feel better when Pagan's been taken care of. Revenge will be his healing balm.”
“No, Caine,” Jade answered. “Justice will be his salvation.”
“In this instance, they are the same,” Caine argued.
The rigid set of his jaw indicated his displeasure. His stubbornness, too.
She wanted to shout at him. She thanked him instead. “It was kind of you to bring me this compress.” She slapped the cold cloth against her temple. Then she turned to Sir Harwick. “And thank you, sir, for tending to me. I feel ever so much better now.”
“It was my pleasure,” Sir Harwick replied. He stood, clasped her hand again, and added, “As soon as you're feeling better, you must move in with the Duke and Duchess. I'm certain Caine's parents would be more than happy to have you as their guest until you've fully recovered.”
His gaze turned to Caine. “I shall, of course, keep this confidence. There won't be any unsavory gossip attached to this lovely lady.”
“What secret?” Jade asked, thoroughly puzzled. Sir Harwick was giving Caine such a piercing stare. It was unsettling.
“He's concerned about your reputation,” Caine said.
“Oh, that.” She let out a long sigh.
“She isn't overly concerned,” Caine said dryly.
Sir Harwick looked startled. “Why, my dear, it simply isn't done. You shouldn't be all alone here with an unattached man.”
“Yes, I suppose it isn't done,” she agreed.
“But you've been ill, my dear, and certainly haven't been able to think clearly. I don't fault you or Caine,” he added with a nod toward the Marquess. “Your host has acted in good faith.”
“He has?” Jade asked.
“Most certainly,” Sir Harwick replied. “There's a full staff in residence here. Still, the gossipers would have a holiday with this bit of news. Too many people would be hurt by the rumors. Caine's mother . . .”
“My stepmother,” Caine interjected.
“Yes, of course, your stepmother,” Harwick continued. “She'd be hurt. As to that, his intended would also be quite crushed.”
“His what?”
She really hadn't meant to raise her voice but Sir Harwick's casually given remark stunned her. She suddenly felt sick. The color all but drained from her face. “Did you say Caine's intended?” she asked in a scratchy whisper.
“Jade,” Caine began. “I believe Sir Harwick is referring to Lady Aisely.”
“I see,” she replied. She forced a smile for the physician's benefit. “Now I remember. Lady Aisely, the woman you're going to marry.” Her voice had risen to a near shrill by the time she'd finished.
She didn't even know this Aisely woman, but she already despised her. The longer she had to mull it over, the more infuriated she was with Caine. God's truth, she hated him, too.
“Lady Aisely wouldn't take the news of your visitation here lightly,” Sir Harwick predicted.
“She isn't my intended,” Caine interjected. “She's my stepmother's intention for me,” he qualified. He couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice. Her reaction to hearing about Lady Aisely couldn't have been more revealing. It told him she cared.
“But your dear stepmother is . . .”
“She's hell-bent on getting Lady Aisely and me together,” he interrupted. “It isn't going to happen, Harwick.”
Jade could feel Caine's stare. She desperately tried to feign disinterest. She realized she was wringing the compress in her hands and immediately stopped that telling action. “Who you marry doesn't concern me,” she announced.
“It should.”
She shook her head. “I just wish you'd mentioned your engagement before last night.”
“I'm not engaged,” he snapped. “And last night would have . . .”
“Caine!” She shouted his name, then lowered her voice when she added, “We have a guest, if you'll remember.”
Harwick let out a rich chuckle. He walked by Caine's side over to the door. “I have a feeling about you two. Am I right?”
“Depends upon what the feeling is,” Caine answered.
“She's your intended, isn't she?”
“She is,” Caine replied. “She just hasn't accepted it yet.”
The two men shared a grin. “I can tell she's going to be difficult, my boy.”
“Difficult or not,” Caine countered, in a voice loud enough to wake the dead, “she will be my wife.”
The door slammed shut on her shout of denial. Jade threw the compress across the room and collapsed against the pillows. She gritted her teeth in frustration.
Why did she care who he married? As soon as Nathan returned, she was never going to see Caine again. And why in thunder did everything have to be so complicated? Lord only knew that protecting Caine was work enough. Now she had to add Caine's father to her list.
Was Lady Aisely pretty?
Jade pushed that black thought aside. She really was going to have to do something about the Duke of Williamshire. Colin was certain to be upset when he returned home and found his papa had died from grief.
Had Caine taken Lady Aisely to bed?
I cannot think about her now, Jade decided. There are too many other problems to worry about.
She was going to have to do something about Colin's father. A note, she decided, wouldn't be good enough. She'd have to confront the man and have a firm talk with him.
Had Caine's stepmother already made the arrangements for Caine's wedding? Oh God, she hoped Caine had been telling her the truth. She hoped he didn't want Lady Aisely.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself. Of course Caine would marry. And of course it would be to someone other than her. When he found out the truth about her background, he wouldn't want her anymore.
With a growl of frustration, Jade gave up trying to formulate any plans. Her emotions were like the masts on the Emerald, blowing strong in a high wind. It was pointless to try to concentrate now. Caine's papa would just have to despair a little longer.
She avoided Caine for most of the day. They ate a quiet dinner together. Sterns surprised Jade when he pulled out a chair and sat down with them. The butler ate his meal with them, too. He kept his attention on Caine most of the time, but when he did look at her, his expression was kind, affectionate.
She decided he hadn't found out that she slept with Caine, after all. Jade was relieved. She'd already noticed that Sterns' relationship with Caine was far more than employer and employee. They were very like family, and she didn't want a man who Caine cared about to think she was a trollop.
She kept giving Sterns fretful glances until he reached over and patted her hand.
Caine did most of the talking during the meal. The conversation centered on the problems of running such a large estate. Jade was extremely interested. Surprised as well, for Caine showed he had a true concern for the members of his parish. He actually felt responsible for their well-being.
“Do you aid those who need help?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“By giving them money?”
“When it's the only answer,” he explained. “Jade, a man's pride is as important as his hunger. Once the stomach's been filled, a way to better himself is the next step.”
She thought about that statement a long while, then said, “Yes, a man's self-worth is important. So is a woman's,” she added.
“If you take that self-worth away, there's a good chance that he . . . or she will give up altogether. A man can't be made to feel he's been manipulated or made to feel a failure.”
“There's a difference between manipulation and failure,” she argued.
“Not really,” Caine replied. “A man's a fool if he allows either, isn't he, Sterns?”
“He most certainly is,” Sterns agreed. The butler reached for the teapot before continuing. “A man's pride is most important. It should matter above all else.”
“But surely you two will agree that there are times when pride must be set aside,” she interjected.
“Such as?” Caine asked.
“A man's life is one excellent example,” she answered.
“But a man's life isn't as important as his self-worth,” Sterns said. “Don't you agree, mi'lord?”
Caine didn't answer. He was looking at Jade with that unreadable expression on his face again. Jade didn't have any idea what he was thinking now. She smiled at him just to cover her own unease, then pleaded fatigue and returned to her bedroom.
Sterns had ordered a bath made ready for her. A fire burned in the hearth, toasting the air. Jade lingered in the tub, then went to bed. She tossed and turned for almost an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
Caine came to her bed sometime after midnight. He stripped out of his clothes, smothered out the candles, and eased into bed beside her. She was sleeping on her side, her nightgown bunched up around her thighs. Caine slowly eased the gown high, then pulled her silky bottom up against him.
She sighed in her sleep. The sound was like a fever to him. God, she was so warm, so sweet. His hand moved beneath her gown. He stroked her skin, her breasts, rubbing her nipples into hard buds. She moved against him restlessly, moaning in her sleep.
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