Time After Time (117 page)

She frowned. Her lack of experience and his obvious amusement was making her edgy.

Still, for the next few days, this enigmatic man would be courting her. His blatant masculinity made her feel very feminine; she might as well enjoy it. She just had to remember to keep her heart in check, because she had no intention of letting him break it again.

“Are you ready to leave?” she asked. “It’s good to be visible at this time of day, when the village is at its busiest.”

“Why do you want to be on display?”

“I told you, it’s best if people saw us together. When we break the betrothal, they’ll assume it’s because our personalities didn’t suit, not because we hated each other on sight.”

“And once they see us together, your stepfather’s creditors would be more amenable to extending the loan repayment schedule,” he stated flatly.

Penelope started. Astonished, she caught his predatory look. “What did you say?” she croaked.

“You heard me,” Lucas drawled, openly relishing her chagrin. “Did you honestly think you’d be able to hide your little secret for long? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”

She squirmed beneath his intense gaze. “I planned to tell you about it.”

“When?”

“After the loan’s been repaid,” she confessed.

Lucas chuckled at her admission of guilt, but he refused to relent. “How long have you been using my name to delay the repayment process?”

“Not very long.”

“Define ‘very.’”

“Six months,” she bit out, deciding there was no reason to dissemble further. “If it makes you feel any better, my lord,” she continued when she noted the earl’s self-satisfied look, “using your name wasn’t my first choice. I originally planned to claim I was engaged to a bold, virile, honorable shipping magnate whom I would marry upon his return from the high seas.”

Lucas frowned.

She gave him a dazzling smile. “However, to my unbearable consternation, I remembered I was already betrothed to
you
. I, therefore, had no alternative but to adapt my story to the known history of my life.” She shrugged. “It would have been more exciting to be the pretend fiancée of an adventurous shipping magnate, but I suppose one can’t have everything.”

“You do realize I could sue you for this,” he warned.

“You do realize I had little choice in the matter,” Penelope shot back. “I never meant for your lordship to be inconvenienced by my scheme. How was I to know you’d come galloping to Bouth?”

“I’m pleased to find you didn’t mean to cause any inconvenience,” he replied with sarcasm. “But the deed is done, and my name has been bandied about without my consent. Thus, I’m afraid I have to insist we modify our bargain’s terms.”

“What did you have in mind?”

His smile was thoroughly wolfish. “In return for participating in your scheme, you will agree to let me court you, and you will seriously contemplate accepting my suit.”

Penelope blinked. “That’s it?”

Something akin to pride lit his eyes. “Yes, nymph, that’s it,” he confirmed, his voice gentle, light. Caressing.

She stood up abruptly. “Well, that settles it then. If you would kindly wait here, I’ll go upstairs to fetch my pelisse, and we can leave for our walk.”

It was time to put on a show for people. A show — nothing more — but she vowed it would be the best one this village had ever seen.

• • •

Penelope was not oblivious to the looks the gentry were giving her and Lucas as they promenaded through the village green that afternoon. Everyone smiled at her, as always, but their gazes would skitter to the earl and then dart away.

For heaven’s sake, she knew he had a reputation, but it was silly for people to act as if they expected him to explode into a fit of temper without any provocation.

It had been much better this morning, when they were going through the shops, buying supplies for Highfield Manor. The merchants did not care who bought their wares as long as they had enough blunt to pay for their purchases, and they were very happy to entertain the business of someone who looked like he could buy the entire shop.

Lucas’s presence did make it harder to bargain, however. Mr. Wilkes, the butcher, had taken one look at the earl and gave her full price for the meat order. “Well, if that doesn’t butter the crumpets,” she muttered to Lucas as they left the butcher’s. “Your presence is making the merchants less flexible with their prices. The meat cost me a third less the last time I visited here.”

A corner of the earl’s hard mouth curved into a half smile. “My apologies, nymph. Had I known you had a reputation for bargaining in these parts, I would have dressed in my jarvey attire.”

She looked up at him with a hopeful expression. “Do you really have simpler clothes?” She paused. “Oh, I see. You find this funny. Well, laugh away, but don’t blame me when we run out of candles before the week is through because your presence made the tallow more expensive.”

“Since I seem to be the reason for driving the prices up,” he murmured as he nodded his head to acknowledge a villager who crossed their path on the pavement, “it is only fair I shoulder the fee for the supplies purchased while I lodge with your family.”

She gaped at him, overwhelmed by the generosity he was showing to an unwanted fiancée’s stepfamily. “We are not destitute, my lord. I assure you, I manage our accounts very well. I would not have agreed to invite you to stay with us if I could not find a way to afford it.”

The look of amused indulgence disappeared from his eyes. “Call me Lucas.”

“Lucas,” she said softly, noting that the muscles in his arm relaxed under her hand. “I do not want to cause you any more trouble than I already have.”
And I won’t let you bribe me into marrying you
, she added silently.

“It’s no trouble.” He stopped walking and turned her to face him. “I have neglected my duty to you for two decades. Let me make up for it by making it easier on you and your family while I stay with you.”

“But — ”

“Penelope,” he said in a quiet but firm tone as they started walking again. “If you do not let me pay for these purchases, I will make the orders myself and have the bills sent to me.”

“Well, if you plan to be that way about it — ”

“I do.”

“Suit yourself.” She looked around the village square before grinning up at him as an idea took hold. “I just remembered there were some other things we needed to get at the grocer’s.”

He laughed, startling passersby and drawing attention to them. “You are not going to make me regret my offer, nymph.”

“Hah!” she challenged. “We’ll just have to see about that.”

She had to admit that as great as it was to be in charge of the household, it was nice to have someone share the burden of the responsibility. It was if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It had been a long time since she was able to walk into a shop without worrying about how much deeper in debt they would be by the time she walked out of there.

She enjoyed showing him around the village, pointing out the places she and Mari played as children and the tarn where the twins learned to fish. She thought he would find their childhood haunts too rustic, but he even pointed out a spot in the tarn where he thought the twins might have caught bigger fish. He was being very accommodating, and he deserved more than the wary stares the villagers had been giving him since they started their promenade.

Another neighbor passed them by in the village green without pausing to talk, and Penelope had had enough. “Mr. and Mrs. Neville, how nice to see you this fine afternoon!” she called out just as the elderly couple edged away.

Mrs. Neville halted in her tracks and faced Penelope with a nervous smile. “Good afternoon, Miss Maitland. I almost didn’t see you there. How is your family?” The orange plumes in the lady’s bonnet wobbled as she gave her husband a pointed look. “Orson, weren’t you telling me how we needed to go home to make sure everything is in readiness for your cousin’s visit?”

Mr. Neville looked confused. “My cousin isn’t visiting until next month.” He turned to Penelope. “You must tell Dr. Walker the tonic he prescribed for my cough worked wonders. And who is this fine young man with you, Miss Maitland?”

She gave her neighbor a grateful smile and handled the introductions. She’d always liked the henpecked Mr. Neville more than his wife. Lucas and Penelope promised to be at the county fair later in the week, and as the older couple walked away, she noticed Mrs. Neville whispering to her husband while giving the earl a furtive glance. One quick look at Lucas and she knew he saw it, too.

“Mrs. Neville is a rumormonger,” she stated. “Now that she has seen us, it will only be a matter of time before the creditors are reassured. They might even decide to extend the time they’ve given us to pay yet again.”

Lucas’s features could have been carved in stone. “I would wager it’s not the only gossip she is spreading,” he muttered under his breath.

“Well, it would help if you smiled at people once in a while,” she suggested.

Lucas turned to her so suddenly she would have surely been knocked over had he not reached out to steady her.

She saw the frown on his face and mimicked it. “See? Would anyone want to be introduced to me if I were looking at them like this?” She frowned harder.

“Are you teasing me, nymph?”

She nodded. “You have to relax a little. For heaven’s sake, you are in the Lake District. One would think that would be enough to put a smile on your face.”

Humor glinted in his dark eyes. “I have never ‘wandered lonely as a cloud.’”

The reference to Wordsworth gave her pause. A walk in the Lakes had famously inspired that poem. Penelope had known Lucas was well read, but until that moment, she would never have thought he was the kind of man to quote romantic poetry.

“Ah,” she said softly, “Therein lies the difference between us. For ‘my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils.’”

He chuckled. “What would fill my heart with pleasure is a respectful wife.”

She had to laugh at that one. “You’re getting impatient, aren’t you? Why don’t you escort me home so I can arrange to have your bedchamber readied? You should be able to move in first thing tomorrow.”

“Will you be waiting in the bedchamber to welcome me?”

Her eyes widened at his boldness, unsure of what to say. Should she reprimand him? He probably wanted her to do so. Was that why he said it? Would that be flirting?

His gaze dropped to her lips for a few seconds before he looked away after shaking his head, as if to clear it.

Flustered, Penelope retreated behind the veil of humor. “You’ve made me wait for you for two decades, Lucas. I don’t think you’re in any position to demand where I do the waiting.”

He chuckled. “Very well, nymph, let me take you home.”

They walked in companionable silence, greeting villagers who passed them by. Neither of them commented on the subtle change in their relationship as Lucas possessively held her hand, caressing her palm with his gloved finger.

When they reached Highfield Manor, he kissed her hand lingeringly before striding away. She silently watched him leave, pressing the hand he’d kissed to her cheek.

Chapter Six

Penelope faced her family’s creditors three days after Lucas moved into Highfield Manor. She had been at the barn feeding Nelson and the chickens when Gertie appeared to tell her the news.

“They want to see ye, miss,” Gertie said, wringing her apron. “I put them in the library, since Lord Ravenstone now uses yer father’s study for his business during the day.” Gertie leaned closer. “I hope ye don’t mind, Miss Penelope, but I gave them some of the jam tartlets Miss Mari brought over for ye to taste this morning.”

The first thing she felt was outrage that the creditors were enjoying Mari’s jam tartlets before she’d had a chance to do so herself, and then panic set in. “What did they look like, Gertie?”

The question clearly perplexed the maidservant. Her wrinkled face scrunched up until Penelope could barely see her eyes. “They looked same as always. Both of them wearing fancy clothes. Mr. Stickford is still fat, and Mr. Henson still has brown hair — ”

“I meant,” she interrupted, careful not to tread on the clucking hens around her feet as she took her own apron off and started walking to the house. “Did they look happy or serious or — ”

“Oh,” Gertie’s face cleared as she followed Penelope back to the house. “Well, as to that … they looked impatient.”

Penelope halted in her tracks. “Impatient?”

“Aye,” Gertie averred. “I was jest tryin’ to delay them, so they could talk to the lord earl himself, what with his lordship out somewhere with Master Colin, but they di’n’t appreciate my story about the gourd that grew into a rude and amusing shape.”

Penelope almost laughed. “Oh, Gertie. You’re a treasure.”

“Aye, I’m a treasure all right. But I doubt anyone other than yerself would hire a clumsy old lady like me. If we lose this house, I’ve nowhere to go, miss. I don’t have any family or nothin’.”

“We are not going to lose Highfield Manor,” she declared as they reached the house, although her usually strong nerves were, indeed, rattled by the creditors’ appearance. “How do I look?”

Gertie scrutinized her features for a long minute. “Same as always, I would say. Still short, with brown hair and — ”

“Never mind,” she said, reaching for the library door. “Wish me luck.”

“Oh, I do, Miss Penelope. I do.”

Mr. Stickford and Mr. Henson rose from the settee as she walked into the library.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she said with as much poise as she could muster. “I trust you enjoyed the jam tartlets? My good friend made those especially for me.”

“Miss Maitland,” Mr. Stickford murmured. “You seem to be doing well.”

“Does that surprise you?” she asked while she took a seat on the wingback chair by the fire. Mr. Stickford was not so bad, really; it was Mr. Henson who made her nervous.

“To be truthful, it does,” Mr. Stickford replied as he sat back down on the settee with Mr. Henson.

“What Mr. Stickford is trying to say, Miss Maitland, is that we’ve heard Raving Ravenstone is in the village.” Mr. Henson gave her a direct stare. “Surely you know your fiancé has a, shall we say, unsavory reputation?”