Whirlwind Wedding (24 page)

"Positive." Carters knocked once more, again receiving no response.

Robert and Miles exchanged glances. "The hell with this," Robert muttered. He reached around Carters and opened the door, ignoring the butler's outraged gasp.

Stepping over the threshold Robert halted so abruptly, Miles slammed into his back and nearly knocked him over.

He puffed out a relieved breath. Clearly his worries for his brother's well-being were unfounded for Austin was obviously in fine form and unquestionably . . . healthy.

He held Elizabeth in a close embrace, kissing her passionately. Robert suspected Austin's broad back kept everyone from seeing whatever else they were up to. As it was, they all heard Elizabeth's unmistakable sigh of pleasure.

"Ahem!" Robert cleared his throat.

Austin and Elizabeth appeared not to notice.

"AHEM!" Robert tried again, louder.

Austin raised his head. "Not now, Carters," he growled not bothering to turn around.

"Sorry to disappoint you, old man, but it's not Carters," Robert announced.

Austin stilled. The unwelcome sound of his brother's voice brought a vicious oath to his lips that he barely managed to smother. Emitting a startled gasp, Elizabeth tried to move from his embrace, but he kept her firmly clasped to him, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from inside her bodice. He looked at her and stifled a groan of longing. With her cheeks flushed with color, her lips moist and swollen from his kisses, and her coiffure not nearly so neat as it had been ten minutes earlier, she looked absolutely perfect.

He muttered a savage curse under his breath. He needed to do something about his brother. Throwing him into the Thames crossed his mind. Yes. That was an idea that definitely had merit. He turned to greet his unexpected guest only to discover that Robert was not alone. Miles, Caroline, his mother, and Carters all crowded in the doorway.

Carters stepped into the room, his normally blank face a picture of distress. "Forgive me, your grace. I knocked several times but—"

Austin cut off his words with a wave of his hand. "It's all right, Carters."

Damn it, in all fairness, the man could have pounded on the door with a hammer and Austin doubted he would have heard him. "You may return to your duties."

"Yes, your grace." Jerking his jacket into place, Carters turned on his heel and quit the room, but not before leveling a sniff of disapproval in Robert's direction.

Austin's mother came forward and extended both hands. "Hello, darling, hello, Elizabeth. How are you?"

His mother was clearly so delighted to see them, some of Austin's annoyance evaporated. While Elizabeth greeted the others, he bent and kissed his mother's cheek. "I'm very well, Mother."

An elegant brow quirked in obvious amusement. "Yes, I can see that." She leaned close and said in an undertone, "Don't worry, dear. We're staying at Miles's town house."

He hoped his relief didn't show. After greeting Caroline, he nodded curtly at Miles, then glared at Robert. "What brings you all here?"

"Robert and Miles were traveling to Town," his mother said, "and invited Caroline and me to join them."

"It's a wonderful surprise," Elizabeth said. "We're delighted to see you."

Robert had the distinct impression Elizabeth spoke only for herself when she made that statement, as Austin looked anything
but
delighted. Now that he knew Austin and Elizabeth were all right, relief washed over him, easing the tension gripping his shoulders.

There were serious matters to discuss, but Robert couldn't speak of them in front of the women, and if he immediately asked Austin to leave the room, he knew his mother and Caroline, and no doubt Elizabeth as well, would be all a-twitter with curiosity. He had no desire to explain the real reason behind this visit to them.

While Elizabeth offered her guests seats and made arrangements for tea and refreshments, Robert approached his brother, who hadn't moved from his spot on the other side of the room. Austin greeted him with an arctic glare.

"I'm newly married Robert. Perhaps you've forgotten?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten."

"Then what the hell could have possessed you to come here
uninvited,
dragging
them
along with you?" Austin jerked his head in the direction of the others, but his chilling gaze never left Robert's face.

Before Robert could reply, Austin continued "So when are you leaving?"

"Leaving? Why, we've only just arrived." A devil inside him made him ask, "Aren't you happy to see us?"

"No."

"Pity. And here I thought to save you from the boredom you're no doubt starting to feel after three interminable days of marriage. Obviously you're dumbstruck with gratitude."

"Get out."

Robert made a
tsking
sound. "How incredibly ungracious you've become since you've wed."

Austin leaned his hips back against the huge mahogany desk, folded his arms across his chest, and crossed his ankles. "You have exactly two minutes to tell me everything you wish to say, then you will, regrettably, have to leave. Mother says you're all staying with Miles. Surely you wish to get settled."

Shooting a surreptitious glance across the room, Robert saw that the ladies were busy chatting. He raised his brows at Miles, who immediately excused himself from the women and joined Robert and Austin across the room.

Stepping closer to Austin, Robert said in an undertone, "There is actually a particular reason Miles and I are here."

"You mean other than to plague me?"

"Yes. But it's something we must discuss in private."

Austin narrowed his eyes on his brother's face. It was sometimes difficult to tell when Robert was teasing, but his grave expression seemed genuine.

Miles, Austin noted appeared equally intense.

"Perhaps we could retire to your study?" Miles suggested.

Austin alternated his glance between their serious expressions. "All right."

He had a strong suspicion that he was not going to like what Robert and Miles had to say.

He definitely hadn't liked what Robert and Miles had to say.

A dead body on his property. A Bow Street Runner. Alone in his study, Austin paced the Axminster carpet, his thoughts in turmoil, his gut churning with tension. There was no doubt in his mind that the dead man was James Kinney.

Bloody hell, no wonder Kinney hadn't shown up for their meeting. The poor fellow had been lying facedown in the bushes, half of his head blown away.

Robert's words echoed in his mind.
We thought it best to remove Caroline
and Mother from the property, just in case there s a lunatic prowling about,
although the magistrate said it was most likely a robbery.

Robbery? Austin shook his head. No, Kinney had been bringing him information about Gaspard. And now Kinney was dead.

What had he discovered? Whatever it was, it was important enough to have been killed for. And there was no doubt in his mind who had killed him.

He raked a shaking hand through his hair. It was clear that Gaspard was not only a blackmailer, but a murderer as well. A murderer who claimed to have proof that William was a traitor. A murderer who could at any moment, expose that information and ruin Austin's family.

I won't allow that to happen.
What the hell would happen to Mother and Caroline? To Robert? To Elizabeth?

Damn it! What a mess. Kinney must have been killed the night they were supposed to meet. . . shot in the head poor bastard. Probably the gunshot was what had spooked Myst— He went completely still.

Elizabeth's words came back to him, drumming through his brain.
In my
vision I was certain I heard a gunshot. I sensed death. Very strongly. I'm just so
thankful you weren't shot.

God Almighty. He grabbed the arm of the settee for balance and slowly lowered himself onto the cushion, the ramifications crashing over him like falling bricks.

There was only one possible explanation for her words—only one way she could have known.

She'd known there was danger at the ruins. She'd envisioned a gunshot— and death. Only instead of
him
being the victim as she'd thought, James Kinney was.

She didn't merely possess uncanny intuition, she could actually
see
events from the past. Events from the future. How could that be? It boggled his mind. There was no scientific or even logical explanation for her bewildering talent, but he could no longer deny it existed.

Elizabeth's visions were real.

And if her visions were real. ..

His heart and breath both stalled. That first night he'd met her . . . in the garden . . . she'd told him that she'd seen William.

And she'd claimed he was alive.

Jesus. Could his brother be alive?

Elizabeth answered the urgent tapping on her bedchamber door. Austin strode inside. "Are we alone?" he asked.

"Yes." She closed the door and looked at him. Her smile immediately faded. "What is wrong?"

"I need to speak with you."

"About what?"

He approached her, halting when only a foot separated them. "Touch me," he whispered. When she hesitated he reached out and grabbed her wrists. "Put your hands on me." He flattened her palms against his shirt and laid his hands on top of hers. "What do you see?"

Confused by his request, but moved by the urgency in his voice, she splayed her fingers over the fine lawn. His heartbeat thumped against her palms. Myriad images flashed through her mind and she closed her eyes, trying to make sense of them. And suddenly she did.

Her eyes flew open. "You discovered something about the gunshot I heard. Someone was shot."

He nodded slowly. "Yes. His name was James Kinney. He was the Bow Street Runner I'd hired to find Gaspard. He had information for me."

"And someone killed him."

"Yes."

"Gaspard?"

"I believe so." He drew a deep breath. "Elizabeth, the night we met you told me William was alive." He pressed her hands more firmly against him.

"Are you certain? Can you see him? Can you tell me where he is?"

She went utterly still. For the space of several heartbeats, she stopped breathing and hot tears pushed at her eyes. "Dear God. You believe me.

You believe I can see things."

His gaze burned into hers. "Yes, I believe you. There can be no other explanation for the things you know. Can you help me find William?"

"I . . . I want to, but I don't know if I can. I have little control over the visions. They're unpredictable. Sometimes when I most want to see things, I can't."

"Will you try?"

"Yes. Yes, of course." The quiet desperation in his voice galvanized her to action. Taking his hands, she clasped them between her palms and closed her eyes. She prayed she'd see the answers he sought, but she did not.

Determined she concentrated harder, stronger, until her head felt ready to burst. And then she saw it.

Opening her eyes, she looked at his grave face and wished she had better news.

"Did you see anything at all?"

"He's alive, Austin. But . . . he's in danger."

His face paled. "Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Is he being held against his will?" "I'm sorry . . . I cannot say."

He slipped a folded letter from his pocket and handed it to her. "Can you tell anything from this?"

She pressed the vellum between her palms and closed her eyes. "I feel evil. Menace. I feel a connection to William. Whoever wrote this is somehow connected to your brother." She opened her eyes and handed him the letter, which he tucked back into his pocket.

"Did you see anything else?"

"Only a vague impression that we shall soon have to travel somewhere."

She studied his face, which appeared set in stone, and her breath caught.

"Dear God you're planning to go back to the riverfront."

"I have to. It is more imperative than ever that I find Gaspard."

She nodded slowly. "Very well. But I'm going with you."

"Absolutely not. Gaspard is even more dangerous than I'd thought. I cannot allow—"

"I cannot allow you to go without me. I may be able to sense his presence, and I simply refuse to argue with you. As for the problem of bringing a lady to the riverfront, there is an easy solution."

"There certainly is—leaving you at home."

"I shall disguise myself as a man," she continued as if he hadn't spoken.

Taking advantage of his stunned silence, she rushed on, "Don't you see it's a perfect plan? I'm certainly tall enough to pass for a man. All we need to do is dress me appropriately and hide my hair under a hat."

"There is nothing appropriate about that suggestion, Elizabeth."

"It would be inappropriate only if one of us told someone. I have no intention of doing that. Do you?"

"What if someone saw through your disguise?" He shook his head.

"Bloody hell, did I actually ask that question? As if I were considering this madness?"

"Are these places well lit?"

"No, but—"

"Are they crowded?"

"Usually, but—"

"Then I see no cause for worry. I shall simply be another man in a semidark, crowded room." She lifted her chin a notch. "Now, how do you propose we go about getting me some gentleman's clothing?"

"I don't recall agreeing to this insane scheme of yours."

"Perhaps not, but I'm certain you meant to." She squeezed his hands.

"This will work, Austin. I know it will. I can help you find Gaspard. I can help you find William."

Austin studied her earnest face. Without a doubt, he believed her. She could help him. But he didn't want her help at the price of her safety.

"Let me do this for you," she said quietly. "At least allow me to try. Just once."

He exhaled slowly, hating himself for considering her offer, but unable to disregard it. How could he contemplate turning down an opportunity to find William alive? And to stop Gaspard's schemes?