Love's Guardian (15 page)

“Perfect. I could not have made a better selection. Leave the materials to me.”

The seamstresses finished Alex’s measurements. She scrambled from the platform, left the room, and returned a short time later in her normal attire. He mourned the close fitting gown.

She turned toward his chair and gave him an inquiring stare. “I’ve ordered a new habit, morning dresses, and ball gowns. I think I now own a piece of clothing for every occasion. Have I missed any, my lord?”

“A wedding gown?”

A hush fell over the small group until Lady Bradford spoke up. “Declan, don’t you think she should find a groom first? It just isn’t done.”

“Call me an optimist. I want her to have one.”

Alex’s cool voice came to him from the platform. “Any particular type, my lord?”

He had to commend her. She was learning to control her temper. Someone who didn’t know her would never guess she was furious.

He steepled his long fingers and studied her over them. “I’m not sure. What would you suggest Madame Colette?”

“I would do the gown in pale peach organdy with pearls and lace. And, of course, we would give mademoiselle the necessary undergarments.” She moved to a table and started thumbing through the books containing current styles. “Her figure is perfect. I would chose a gown with a fitted bodice in front and back with a separate attached train.”

“Your sense of style is perfect,”—Declan rose and gave her a small bow—“as always. When do you think the wedding gown and others can be completed?”

“It will take at least three weeks.” Colette appeared to figure the time in her head. “I can have the habit, two of the gowns, and the costume done by Friday.”

“That would be acceptable. Send them around to my address.” He tugged on his gloves. “Ladies, shall we go?” He offered his arm to Alex and saw the hesitation in her eyes as courtesy warred with anger. Courtesy won.

The sound of a slamming door at the top of the stairs reverberated through the hallway. Declan glanced toward Alex’s room and shook his head. What was so wrong about insisting she order a wedding gown? From the silence in the carriage on the return trip, he’d have thought he killed someone.

Anna gave him a timid look and rushed upstairs, but his aunt remained in the hallway. “The Countess of Lochsdale doesn’t want to marry, does she?” Lady Bradford removed her hat and pinned him with a knowing look.

“She must. That’s why we’re here.”

“Was there someone she fancied at home?”

“No, she’s just stubborn. If I said she didn’t need a wedding gown, she’d want one.” Declan ran his hand through his hair. “She knows she has to marry. Why should it matter if I try to expedite things?”

“Perhaps Lady Lochsdale wanted to marry for love.”

He scoffed. “She’s better off marrying to protect her title and estates.”

“Declan, sometimes love matters more than anything else in the world.”

“Yes, it can matter more than anything
—
or anyone.” Hurt curled around his heart, squeezing till he thought he couldn’t breathe. “And we’re well aware of the results of a love match, aren’t we, Aunt?”

Lady Bradford tried to take his arm, but he brushed her hand off and shut himself in the library.

I’m in love with him.
Alex stood with her back to the door wishing she had somewhere to run, but she couldn’t run from herself. All this time she had thought she hadn’t found the right man, when the truth was she’d never find anyone to compare to Declan. Even as a child, she’d secretly looked up to him.

She respected him. Yes, he made her angry, but she had to admit his requests had never been unreasonable. And though he discouraged her unconventional pursuits, he’d never ridiculed her or disparaged her abilities.

He’d slipped in under her guard, just as he’d done in their fencing match, only this time she’d sustained permanent injury. She’d fallen in love with him, while he felt nothing for her. If only he’d ordered the gown for her to wear at their wedding. Instead, he expected her to marry another man, while he married his spoiled beauty.

Could you marry one man, while loving another? She supposed you could. She picked up her list off the carved table by her bed and read the first item. Declan would never let her do as she pleased, but he fit the second requirement admirably. He didn’t love her.

Someone tapped on her door. If it was Declan, she couldn’t face him yet.

“Lady Lochsdale, may I come in?” Lady Bradford’s voice carried through the door.

“Yes.”

She entered and closed the door behind her, then turned with a concerned look on her face. “My nephew can be difficult.”

Alex shoved the list in the writing table drawer. “I would agree.”

Declan’s aunt crossed to the padded bench and sat down, motioning for Alex to join her. “There are things you don’t understand.”

“Such as?”

“Such as why Lord Worthington is...” Lady Bradford chewed on her bottom lip, then gave a weak smile. “I suppose I should start with my sister. Maura was such a beautiful, wild young woman. Everyone she met loved her, including Edward Devereaux.

“He’d come to Ireland to visit friends. He was supposed to stay two weeks. He stayed two months. At the end of that time he asked Maura to be his wife.”

Lady Bradford clutched the cameo at her neck, rubbing her thumb over the figure. “I came to visit shortly after they moved to England. During my stay, Maura discovered she was with child. I remember how excited they were.” Her face wore a sad, wistful smile. “They spent hours trying to decide what to name the baby. Edward made the cradle himself and placed it in the nursery.

“Ten months later, I received a letter telling me my sister had died in childbirth.” The older woman’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry.” To have a sister, only to loose her, Alex couldn’t imagine the pain. She reached over and squeezed Lady Bradford’s hand.

Declan’s aunt rose, keeping her back to Alex. “At first I was so caught up in my own grief, I didn’t even think about Maura’s son. A year passed before I visited England again and went to see my brother-in-law.”

Lady Bradford turned and raised her hands in a helpless gesture. “Initially he refused to see me, but I persisted. I couldn’t believe the change in him.” Her slender white fingers plucked at a pearl button on her gown as she stared vacantly over Alex’s head. “He told me he never wanted to see me or my family again. I’ll never forget his eyes. They were wild, crazed.”

“Surely he didn’t mean it.” She rose and grasped the other woman’s arm. “People often say cruel things when they’re hurting.”

Lady Bradford placed her hand on top of Alex’s, then closed her eyes. “When I asked to see my nephew, Edward went berserk and started throwing things. He screamed, ‘I’ll take care of the murderer in my own way. Now get out.’” Suddenly, all the energy appeared to leave Lady Bradford’s body and her hand dropped to her side. She stared at Alex, remorse and pain etched into her features. “I was a coward. I left. It occurred to me to go to the magistrate, but what could he do? Declan was Edward’s son.” She crossed to the window, then grasped the edge of a damask curtain and peered out.

“I stayed in England and finally married my husband. Lord Bradford had some influence. We were able to get reports on Declan, but I never saw him.” She turned toward Alex, a tremulous smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

“That’s one of the reasons I knew of your grandfather. Our reports went into great detail on how he’d taken my nephew under his wing. Because of Lord Lochsdale’s kindness, I slept easier at night.”

She joined Lady Bradford. Pride for her grandfather mixed with the horror of what Declan’s life must have been like. “I suspect they helped each other. It wasn’t easy for grandfather after my mother left. Lord Worthington acted as a replacement. They needed each other.”

The distraught woman wrapped her arms around her slight form. “It wasn’t until Edward died that I found the courage to approach Lord Worthington. By then my husband had passed away, but I wanted my nephew to know he had family.” Her voice became rough. “It was a shock when I saw him for the first time. He looks so like Maura. I felt as if she’d returned.”

She sighed. “Unfortunately, physical appearance is where the resemblance stopped. All those years with his father have done something to him. He’s learned to keep everyone at a distance.”

No wonder her guardian found it hard to trust in love. His aunt had left him in the hands of a madman. What must it have been like, growing up, thinking no one cared? “Surely he’s forgiven you?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“But you had no choice.”

“Perhaps. Is there something else I could have done?” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because you need to understand. Lord Worthington hasn’t experienced love, only what the loss of it can do.” Lady Bradford studied her until she blushed and looked down. “You do care for him.” She sounded relieved. “I’m hoping, that in time, you can teach him love is not something to be afraid of.”

“But I don’t have time. I need to marry quickly.” There was no point in denying her feelings.

“Then we’ll just have to make him realize he loves you.”

She raised her head. “But what if he doesn’t?”

Lady Bradford gave her a conspiratorial smile and patted her cheek. “I’ve never seen a man so anxious to marry a woman off. He loves you, and we’re going to make him admit it.”