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  ‘Of course not!’ she ex claimed, startled. ‘It is…’ She trailed off. ‘To be truthful with you, yes,’ she admitted.

  He stopped and turned to her, catching at her hands. ‘And what is so difficult about that decision, Miss Shawcross?’

  He lifted her hand to his lips and began to kiss her fingers, one by one. She watched, trans fixed. ‘I, um…’

  He lifted her other hand and, when he had finished with her fingers, his lips moved on to her wrist, sending a fiery shock the length of her arm.

  ‘I cannot think,’ she confessed.

  He raised his head and smiled at her. Eve’s fingers were still tingling and she found herself staring at his mouth, wondering at the havoc his lips could cause. The smile in his eyes deepened. He cupped her chin.

  ‘Sometimes it is best not to think,’ he murmured and gently brought his mouth down upon hers.

  It was the lightest of kisses, a mere brushing of lips, but it sent Eve’s senses reeling and as Nick pulled away her face remained upturned, inviting him to kiss her again. He gazed down at her.

  ‘A young lady should not allow a gentleman to kiss her unless she means to marry him,’ he murmured.

  ‘Then perhaps you have made my decision for me,’ she replied.

  He laughed, pulled her hand back on to his arm and they resumed their stroll.

  ‘I shall not coerce you into this, Miss Shawcross; it must be your decision.’

  ‘It is in truth my grandfather’s decision,’ she told him. ‘Or at least, his wish. But your assumption was correct, Captain. He did not mention you were coming. I should not be surprised by it, however. He always said that one day he would bring home a husband for me.’ She sighed. ‘I never really believed him.’

  ‘Surely he has not kept you locked away here all these years?’ He sounded slightly shocked and she gave a little gurgle of laughter.

  ‘Like a princess in a fairy-tale? No, of course not. I have attended assemblies in Makerham village upon occasion. And I went to Tunbridge a few years ago.’

  ‘Then of course you know all you need to know about the world!’

  ‘I know enough to realise that I am very happy to remain here at Makerham. Everything I want is here.’

  ‘Is it? Do you never long to know what is going on outside these walls?’

  ‘There are the news sheets—’

  ‘That is not the same! There are towns and cities—whole countries waiting to be explored. Does that thought not fill you with excitement?’

  The thought filled Evelina with dread. She stepped away from him to cup a particularly lovely rose between her fingers, breathing in its fragrance while she formulated her answer. Apart from one or two early memories of life with her parents and a few brief years at school, Makerham was the only world she had ever known. Outside was alien and full of danger, like the infection that had carried off her parents. Her life here at Makerham was safe, secure; the thought of her cousin taking possession was some thing she did not want to consider.

  ‘I am very happy here,’ she said again.

  Nick strolled along beside Evelina, his hands clasped firmly behind his back to prevent them reaching out and pulling her into his arms. He had never known such a glorious summer’s evening; bees hummed around the plants and the scent of lavender filled the air. Then there was Evelina herself; she was beautiful, but there was an air of calm about her, serenity. It was like finding a safe harbour after stormy weeks at sea. When he had sought out Sir Benjamin at Tunbridge Wells he had already formulated his plans; if he needed to marry to obtain his ends, then he was prepared to do his duty, but never had he expected duty to be quite so pleasurable.

  He stopped and gently turned her to face him. ‘I under stand how much you love Makerham, but could you consider living else where?’

  ‘I think I must, sir, since the house will pass to my cousin when Grandpapa dies.’

  ‘That is not quite what I meant. Sir Benjamin brought me here as a prospective husband for you. I am not sure what he has told you about me…’

  ‘Only that your father was an earl: that is looking pretty high for a baronet’s daughter.’ Her lilting smile jolted his senses. It took all his will-power not to drag her into his arms and cover her face with kisses, but he needed to talk to her.

  ‘Evelina—Eve, from our discussions this afternoon you know I have not led a blame less life, but I told you that will change when I take a wife. I have a comfortable income and two estates in the north. I can afford to give you a Season in town every year, should you wish it. You will have your own carriage and we could buy a property nearer Makerham, closer to your sheltered, if that is what you want.’

  ‘Captain Wylder, this is too soon!’

  He put a finger against her lips. ‘Perhaps, but I do everything in a hurry, my dear; as soon as I saw you I knew that I wanted to wed you.’ He saw the confusion in her face and stopped. He drew away a little, took a breath and said gently, ‘You need not answer immediately. I merely want you to under stand what I am offering you.’

  There was a slight shadow in her eyes as she looked up at him. ‘That is all very well, Captain, but I do not under stand what I can offer you.’

  He hesitated, then said lightly, ‘I believe that you bring with you your mother’s property at Monkhurst.’

  She laughed. ‘A rundown house on the edge of Romney Marsh! I love it, and spent some happy times there as a child, but no one has lived there since Mama and Papa died. It is a poor dowry, Captain Wylder. I fear I will get the best of this bargain, sir!’

  His spirit soared. She was almost his, he could read it in her eyes. A dizzying hap pi ness shook him. He ran his hands down her arms and caught her fingers.

  ‘No, Eve, I think I will have a great deal more than I bar gained for!’

  Eve stared at the dark head bent over her hands. This could not be happening to her; when she was at school she had read novels of handsome knights carrying off damsels in distress, but that was fantasy. Besides, she was not in distress. Or was she? She was twenty-four years old and she had never found anyone she would like to marry, nor was she likely to meet anyone while she lived in such seclusion. Her sheltered was much weaker than he had been even a few months ago. If he should die while she was still unmarried, then what would become of her? The vision of her cousin filled her mind. She had never liked Bernard, sensing in his nature a cruel streak that made her a little afraid of him. And now here was this handsome, dashing sea captain offering her his hand and he came with her grandfather’s blessing. There really was no choice.

  Eve realised Nick was looking at her with a steady, unsettling gaze. She needed to say some thing. ‘How soon do you wish to be married, Captain Wylder?’

  Goodness, how matter of fact she sounded.

  ‘By the end of the month.’

  ‘The end of the—!’

  ‘Why, yes, I see no reason to rush into this with a special licence. We have time for the banns to be read in church. We shall be married here, of course. I have no doubt that is what you would like—’

  ‘But I haven’t agreed to it yet!’

  With a laugh he pulled her into his arms. ‘No, but you will.’

  He was grinning down at her. Eve found it difficult to concentrate, her thoughts seemed to centre on the dimple in his left cheek.

  ‘Wh-what will Grandpapa say to such a hasty marriage?’

  ‘Oh I think he will agree.’ He kissed her, a sizzling, burning kiss that sent shock waves tingling right down to her toes. ‘What say you, Eve, will you be my wife?’

  ‘But—’ She tried to collect her wayward thoughts. ‘We have only just met!’

  ‘And we have more than three weeks until the wedding to get to know one another.’ He kissed her again. ‘Well?’

  She struggled out of his arms. ‘No, no. It is out of the question,’ she said crossly. ‘You appear out of nowhere, big and brash and—and totally over whelming, and you expect me to agree to be your wife! No, sir, I w
ill not do it!’

  He dropped to his knees before her, throwing his arms wide. ‘Evelina, don’t you want to marry me?’

  She clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle. ‘Get up, sir, before someone sees you!’

  ‘Not until you answer my question.’

  Evelina stared at him. His blue eyes twinkled and that irrepressible dimple cut into his cheek. Heavens, was the man never serious?

  ‘Well, Evelina; will you give me your answer?’

  A still ness settled over the garden. The birds were silent, not a breath of wind stirred the bushes; the whole world was hushed, waiting for her reply. Suddenly she knew that there was nothing she wanted more than to be married to Nick Wylder.

  ‘Very well,’ she said quietly. ‘I will marry you.’

  Chapter Three

  ‘Oh heavens, what have I done?’

  Evelina paced about her bedroom, her clasped hands pressed to her mouth. The arrival at Makerham of a prospective husband should not have come as a surprise, her sheltered had told her often that he would find her a suitor and she had told him that she would abide by his judgement. But she had not expected that gentleman to be so dazzlingly attractive as Captain Wylder, nor had she foreseen that he would propose to her upon such short acquaintance. Even more extraordinary was the fact that she had accepted him!

  Eve paused by the window. The last remnants of daylight had disappeared and the glass reflected her image like a dark mirror. She had always considered herself a sensible, level-headed young woman, so what madness had possessed her, standing in the garden with the heady scent of summer roses in the air, to accept his proposal?

  ‘No, no, it will not do,’ she said aloud, resuming her perambulations. ‘Tomorrow I must tell him I have changed my mind—not changed my mind,’ she amended. ‘Merely that I want a little more time to think over his proposal.’

  She climbed into bed and snuffed out her candle, satisfied that she had resolved upon a very sensible course of action.

  ‘Hell and damnation we’re in the suds now.’ Nick shrugged himself out of his coat and tossed it to his valet. ‘I had not planned this, Richard!’

  ‘I thought the whole point of coming here was to propose to the young lady,’ murmured Granby, folding the coat and laying it tenderly over a chair.

  ‘Yes, of course, but I behaved like a veritable mooncalf!’

  ‘But I under stand Miss Shawcross has accepted your offer, Captain.’

  ‘Aye, she has.’ Nick slumped down into a chair and gave a heavy sigh.

  ‘Then I wish you happy, sir.’

  ‘Damn your impudence! This wasn’t meant to happen—or only as a last resort.’ A wry smile tugged at one side of his mouth. ‘The truth of it is she’s bowled me over, Dick. She floored me with the very first glance from those great brown eyes and I haven’t recovered since.’

  ‘Her maid tells me Miss Shawcross is a very accomplished young lady.’

  ‘Aye, so she is. The wonder is that she wasn’t snapped up years ago.’

  ‘Martha—that’s her maid, Captain—Martha says that she’s lived here very quietly since she finished her schooling. Sir Benjamin’s health being so poor they have never been in the habit of entertaining.’

  Nick gave a short laugh. ‘So she’s been waiting here all these years, like a Sleeping Beauty! But the devil of it is I’m no Prince Charming.’

  A ghost of a smile flitted across Richard Granby’s impassive features. ‘If you’ll pardon me, sir, I think there’s plenty of ladies would disagree with you there.’

  Nick waved his hand impatiently. ‘What if she finds out why I am really here?’

  ‘Perhaps you should tell her.’

  ‘Damn it all, Richard, what would she think of me, marrying her to get control of her property? No, I’ll keep my own counsel. After all, another few weeks and this business will be finished, so there’s no reason for Miss Evelina Shawcross to know anything about it.’ Nick ran a hand through his hair. ‘But I do not like the idea of rushing her into this marriage. Mayhap we will merely go through the ceremony. After all, I shall need to get back to the coast almost as soon as the wedding is over. That way, if she finds she really cannot stomach me—’

  ‘If you’ll forgive me saying so, Captain, whenever your liaisons have finished it’s rarely been the lady’s choice to end it.’

  ‘Aye, but Miss Shawcross is different.’ He pushed himself out of the chair and stretched. ‘Look out my night gown, if you please, Richard. It must be well after midnight by now and time I—’ He broke off, frowning. ‘Now what the devil is the matter?’

  From the corridor outside his room came the sound of urgent whispers and hurrying foot steps. Nick strode over to the door and flung it open. Sir Benjamin’s valet was making his way along the passage and by the glow of the lamp he was holding aloft Nick observed that his coat was un but toned and his hair tousled, as if he had been roused untimely from his bed. Nick stepped out into his path.

  ‘Well, Rooney, what’s amiss?’ he demanded.

  ‘It’s the master sir. He’s had one of his turns.’

  ‘Can I be of help—can Granby ride for a doctor?’

  ‘Thank you, Captain, but no. I’ve already despatched a groom to fetch Dr Scott. If you will excuse me, sir, I must get back to Sir Benjamin. Miss Eve is with him, but I do not like to be away for too long.’

  ‘Of course.’ Nick stepped aside and, after watching the valet hurry out of sight, went back into his room.

  ‘Is it the old gentleman sir?’ asked Granby. ‘I heard he was very down pin.’

  ‘Yes, he is. Go along and see if there is anything we can do, Richard. Sir Benjamin’s man is reluctant to trouble me, but he may be more forth coming to you.’

  Having despatched his man, Nick found himself alone. Silence settled around him but it did nothing to relieve his anxiety. He was a guest in the house, but it was un thinkable that he would sleep while Eve was sitting up with her sheltered. He snatched up his coat. There must be some thing he could do.

  When Eve left Sir Benjamin’s room her eyes were gritty with lack of sleep. She held aloft a bedroom candle stick to light her way through the dark passages and down the stairs. The arch leading to the great hall glowed with a welcoming light and as she moved forwards she could see that the fire had been built up and several candles burned brightly in the wall sconces. Nick Wylder was bending over the fire, stirring a large black pan that seemed to be balanced precariously amongst the flames. He straightened and turned as he heard her approaching foot steps.

  ‘I was told that you were here, Captain.’ She nodded towards the fire place. ‘I doubt anyone has cooked upon that fire for generations.’

  ‘Punch,’ he said, smiling. ‘Nothing like it for re storing the spirits in the middle of the night.’

  ‘I am sorry if we woke you.’

  ‘No need, I was not asleep.’ He reached out for her hand and led her to the settle on one side of the hearth. ‘How is Sir Benjamin?’

  ‘Quieter now. Grandfather panics when an attack comes on and he cannot get his breath, but Dr Scott always calms him.’

  She sat for a moment, staring into the flames.

  ‘I hope you do not mind, I built up the fire. It is summer, I know, but somehow a good blaze always seems more comforting at times like these.’

  ‘It does, thank you, but you should not have had to do that.’

  He waved his hand dismissively.

  ‘Your servants are busy with their master. I would not add to their load.’ He turned back to the cooking pot and ladled some of its contents into a cup. ‘Here, try this.’

  She curled her fingers around the warm cup. She had not realised how cold she had become. A sweet, pungent aroma rose from the liquid and her eyes widened.

  ‘Rum.’ Nick grinned. ‘Try it.’

  Cautiously she took a sip. It was warm and sweet with a fiery bite that made her cough, but it was strangely comforting. Nick was watching her and she mana
ged a small smile.

  ‘Thank you. That is just what I need. Perhaps we should offer some to Dr Scott before he leaves.’

  ‘Of course. Are these attacks a regular occurrence?’

  ‘They have been more frequent in recent months.’

  ‘I did not realise Sir Benjamin was so ill.’

  ‘He hides it well. He does not like people to fuss over him.’ She read the question in his eyes and her gaze dropped to the cup clutched between her hands. ‘The attacks weaken his heart. The doctor says we must be prepared…’ She did not trust her voice to continue so she sipped at the punch. When she looked up again Nick was watching her, such kind concern in his face that she found herself smiling at him. ‘Perhaps now you understand why Grandpapa is so eager to see me settled,’ she said, handing him back the empty cup. ‘He worries so about what is to become of me when he is gone.’

  He sat down beside her on the settle. ‘Then at least I can relieve his mind on that account, and perhaps on another.’ He reached for her hands. ‘When we are married we need not remove to Yorkshire immediately. I think you would prefer to remain near your grandfather.’

  His words allayed her barely acknowledged anxiety. She fixed her eyes on his face.

  ‘Truly, you would not mind if we lived here for a little while?’

  ‘Truly. I have an excellent steward who has managed my affairs for a good many years; he will cope for a little while longer.’

  ‘Thank you.’ Her relief and gratitude were palpable. Without thinking she leaned towards him and he en folded her in his arms. It is, she thought, nestling her head contentedly against his shoulder, like coming home after a long and tiring journey.

  Nick rested his cheek against her hair, breathing in the sweet, flowery fragrance. She felt so fragile, so delicate within his arms that he was afraid to hold her too tightly lest she should fracture. His heart ached. He wanted not only to possess this dainty creature but to protect her. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and not al together com fort able.