Guardian Angel (27 page)

His Colin was alive.

Henry was suddenly ravenous. He went in search of breakfast. It was going to be difficult, for the Duke wasn't a man given to trickery, but he would have to control his smiles. None of his staff must suspect the true reason for his recovery.

He felt reborn. It was as though someone had reached down into his lonely black abyss of despair and lifted him all the way up to the stars.

The young lady he now considered his savior had the most unusual green eyes. Pagan must have named his ship after the beautiful woman. The
Emerald
. Yes, he decided with a nod. He was also certain he now knew the pirate's true identity, but he vowed he'd go to his death before revealing that truth to anyone.

He wondered, though, what Caine would say when he found out that the woman he was sheltering was actually Pagan's little sister?

There'd be fireworks aplenty, and his only prayer now was that he'd be there to protect his savior when Caine's temper exploded.

The Duke of Williamshire was certain he had it all figured out.

He was filling his plate with a second helping of eggs and kidneys when his wife, Gweneth, came rushing into the dining room. “Cook told me you were eating,” she stammered out.

The Duke turned to his wife, a soft smile on his face. Poor Gweneth looked rattled. Her short blond hair was in complete disarray and she couldn't seem to get the sash to her robe tied. “Why, Henry?” she asked, staring at him so intently.

“It's the usual custom each morning,” he answered. “And I was hungry.”

Her brown eyes filled with tears. “You were hungry?” she whispered.

Henry put his plate down on the side bar and walked over to his wife. He took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “I've given you quite a worry lately, haven't I, love?”

“But you're feeling better now?” she asked.

“I've been advised not to languish any longer,” he stated.

“By whom?”

“My conscience,” he lied. “In time, Gweneth, I shall explain this sudden turnabout to you. For now, however, I can only say I'm sorry for all the worry I've caused you and the children. I've grieved long enough.”

“It's a miracle,” she whispered.

Yes, he thought to himself, a miracle with bewitching green eyes. “Come and have a bite to eat, my dear. You look a bit peaked to me.”

“I looked peaked?” Her laughter was shaky. “You, my love, look like death.”

He kissed her tenderly, then led her over to the table. “After I've cleaned up, I believe I'll ride over to Caine's place.”

“He'll be stunned by your recovery,” Gweneth announced. “Oh, Henry, it's so good to have you back with us.”

“Would you like to ride over to see Caine with me?”

“Oh, yes, I'd like that,” she answered. A determined gleam entered her eyes. “It isn't proper to have guests but I believe I'll invite Lady Aisely and her dear mother down for a long weekend. You must tell Caine we expect him to . . . why are you shaking your head at me?”

“You might as well save yourself the effort, Gweneth. Give it up. Caine won't be marrying Lady Aisely.”

“It's a sound match, Henry,” she argued. “Give me two good reasons why I cannot encourage this union?”

“Very well,” he answered. “One, she doesn't have red hair.”

“Well, of course she doesn't have red hair. She has beautiful blond hair. You know that well enough.”

“And two,” he continued, ignoring her befuddled look. “She doesn't have green eyes.”

“Henry, you aren't feeling altogether well yet, are you?”

Henry's laughter echoed throughout the dining room. “Caine needs an enchantress. You'll have to accept it, my dear.”

“Accept what?” she asked.

His slow wink left her more puzzled than ever. “I believe, Gweneth, that your breakfast will have to wait a while longer. You must go back to bed at once.”

“I must?” she asked. “Why?”

The Duke leaned forward and whispered into his wife's ear. When he was finished with his explanation, his wife blushed.

“Oh, Henry,” she whispered. “You really are feeling better.”

J
ade returned to Caine's home a short time later. After handing the reins to Matthew, she rushed up the back steps to her bedroom. When she rounded the corner, she found Sterns standing like a centurian outside her bedroom door.

He did a double take when he spotted her. Then he folded his arms across his chest. “You're suppose to be inside your bedroom, mi'lady.”

She decided to take the offensive. She'd make him do the explaining. “And what are you suppose to be doing?”

“I'm guarding the door.”

“Why?”

“So you won't leave.”

“But I already left,” she countered with a soft smile. “Sterns, I do believe your time is too valuable to be guarding an empty room.”

“But mi'lady, I didn't know it was empty,” he protested.

She patted him on his arm. “You may explain this to me later, sir. Now please move out of my way. I really must change out of this riding garment and go help Caine.”

She scooted past the disgruntled-looking servant and shut the door on his protests. In little time at all, she'd changed into a dark green gown and hurried downstairs by way of the main staircase.

Sterns was now guarding the front door. The set of his jaw told her he was going to be difficult. “You may not go outside,” he announced in a voice that would have chilled a polar bear.

She wasn't at all intimidated. She gave him a wide smile. “I can and I will,” she answered.

“My lord is most insistent that you remain inside.”

“I'm just as insistent that I go outside.”

In answer to that challenge, Sterns leaned against the door and slowly shook his head.

Jade decided to turn his attention. “Sterns? How many servants are there in residence here?”

He looked surprised by her question. “We're only half staffed now,” he answered. “There are five of us in all.”

“Where are the others?”

“In London,” he answered. “They're helping to clean the town house.”

“But I thought it was destroyed in the fire,” she said.

“It wasn't as bad as all that,” he said. “The side's been boarded up and now there's only the smoke damage to be righted. While the workers repair the structure, the servants are cleaning the inside.”

“I'm wondering, Sterns, if the servants here can be trusted.”

He rose to his full height before answering. “Mi'lady, all the servants are trustworthy. They are all loyal to their employer.”

“You're certain?”

He took a step away from the door. “Why are you so interested in . . .”

“You'll be having two guests in the next few days, Sterns, but no one must tell that they're here. Your staff must keep silent.”

“The Marquess hasn't mentioned any guests to me,” he argued, seeming mildly injured.

Jade rushed past him and threw the door wide. “Caine doesn't know about the visitors just yet,” she said. “That's the reason he hasn't told you. It's going to be a surprise, you see.”

She could tell from his befuddled expression that he didn't see. “I just thought you'd like to be forewarned so you could have the guest chambers made ready,” she explained. She picked up her skirts and started down the steps. “Now quit frowning, Sterns. I shall tell Caine you tried to keep me inside.”

“And I shall inform mi'lord that you weren't in your room,” he called out.

Jade found Caine going through the remains of what had been his stables. Only smoldering embers remained. The destruction was absolute.

The horses, she noticed, were now housed in a large rectangular corral the men had just put together.

Caine's white shirt was covered with soot. “Have you collected all your horses?” she asked when she reached his side.

He slowly turned to look at her. The scowl on his face could very well start a fresh fire. His tone, however, was deceptively mild when he said, “All but the one you borrowed.”

“Borrowed?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Go and wait for me in the drawing room,” he commanded.

“But Caine, I want to help.”

“Help?” He almost lost his temper then and there. “You and your men have helped enough.” Several deep breaths later, he said, “Go back inside. Now.”

His roar accomplished his goal. Jade immediately turned around and hurried back to the house. She could feel Caine's stare on her back and wouldn't have been surprised if her gown had caught fire. The man was spitting-embers angry.

It would be pointless to try to reason with him now. She'd have to wait until his anger had dissipated just a little.

When she reached the bottom step, she turned back to him. “Caine? If you must stay outside, don't be such a bloody easy target.”

Sterns rushed down the stairs, grabbed hold of her elbow, and whispered, “Do as he orders, Lady Jade. You don't want to prod his temper now. Come along inside now,” he added as he assisted her up the stairs. “I don't believe I've ever seen mi'lord in such a rage.”

“Yes, he is in a rage,” Jade whispered, irritated by the tremor in her voice. “Sterns, do you think I might have a cup of tea? This day seems to have gone completely sour,” she added. “And it's not even half done.”

“Of course I shall fix you some tea,” Sterns rushed out. “Mi'lady, I'm certain the Marquess didn't mean to raise his voice to you. Once he gets over his anger, I'm certain he'll apologize.”

“He might not ever get over his anger,” she muttered.

Sterns opened the front door for her, then followed her inside. “The stables weren't even a month old,” he said.

Jade tried to pay attention to what Sterns was saying, but Caine's words kept echoing through her mind. You and your men have helped enough. Yes, those were his very words. He knew about Matthew and Jimbo. But how? she wondered, and more importantly, what else did he know?

While Sterns went to see about her tea, Jade paced the confines of the large drawing room. She opened the pair of French doors at the end of the room to let in the fresh spring air. It was a precautionary measure as well, for if Caine was bent on killing her, she'd have a possible escape.

“Nonsense,” she muttered as she resumed her pacing. Caine would never raise his hand against her, no matter how angry he became. Besides, he couldn't possibly know the full truth.

The front door suddenly bounded open. It banged against the interior wall twice before it was slammed shut.

Caine had arrived.

Jade rushed over to the gold brocade settee, sat down, and folded her hands in her lap. She forced a serene smile on her face. He wasn't going to know she was shaking. No, she'd go to her grave before she'd let him know he had her worried.

The doors to the drawing room flew open next. Caine filled the entrance. Jade couldn't hold her smile once she saw his expression. He looked ready to kill. Why, he was so furious, he was actually trembling.

“Where did you go this morning?” he roared.

“Don't take that tone of voice with me, sir. You'll make me deaf.”

“Answer me.”

She glared at him because he'd ignored her order and had shouted once again, then said, “I went to visit your dear papa.”

That announcement took a little of the bluster out of him. Then he shook his head. “I don't believe you.”

“I'm telling you the truth,” she stated.

Caine walked into the room and didn't stop until he towered over her. The tips of his boots touched the hem of her gown. He loomed over her like an avenging god. Jade felt trapped. In the back of her mind she knew that he wanted her to feel that way. “I'm sorry you don't believe me, Caine, but I did go to see your father. I was very concerned about him, you see. Sir Harwick mentioned he wasn't feeling well and I thought a nice chat would lighten his mood.”

She stared down at her hands while she made that confession.

“When did you set the fire, Jade?”

She looked up at his face then. “I didn't set any fires,” she announced.

“The hell you didn't,” he roared. He turned away from her and walked over to the hearth. He was so furious, he didn't trust himself to stand close to her.

She stood up, folded her hands in front of her, and said, “I didn't set your stables on fire, Caine.”