Chapter One

Glasgow 1830

Maggie sat in front of her mirror, watching as her sister fixed her hair. The long, dark blond locks were piled on top of her head with wispy little curls framing her face. She wore a lemon yellow colored gown. The bodice was cut fashionably low and was adorned with lace. The corset she wore pushed her breasts up, more than she wished to display this evening even though her mother assured her the gown was in good taste. She wasn’t comfortable. Unconsciously, she continued to pull the corsage higher. The gown would never budge. Tugging the bodice to cover more of her, impossible. She didn’t like the picture in front of her when she stared at her mirror.

Letting out a long, slow breath of air she turned to Nellie. Her heart in her throat, Maggie cringed at the idea of the soiree this evening. Fear pooled in her stomach. She didn’t belong. The crowd of bodies all vying for attention put her off. There were young debutantes who would love to become Nelson’s wife. Let any one of them have the role. Maggie didn’t want the part. More than once, she told her mother she wouldn’t be coerced into something so horrible she couldn’t breathe thinking about it.

“I don’t want to go. We all understand Mother wants to announce a marriage to Nelson this evening. I abhor the man. He believes he can have whatever he wants. Just because he’s decided he wants a wife and I’m the one who will fulfill the role, he needs to understand he will never get what he wants. I’ll never agree. This is a play for power. They both want more. Mother wants to have increased sway with the aristocracy. If she thinks she can gain that by throwing me to the wolf, she is terribly wrong. I refuse to be the victim in this scenario.”

“Yes, all that and more is true. The problem as I see it is that Nelson wants you, Maggie,” Fannie reminded her. “What can we do to change that? There must be something.”

It seemed Fannie was also groping for answers.

“I could smile at the man with spinach in my front teeth. That might stop him. What do you think?”

Maggie could imagine the man’s reaction to the sight. He was such a prude. He would blanche. Might cry off the engagement at that very second.

“Your powder could be caked making you look decades older. Show tons of wrinkles,” Tessa added with a sly smirk. “There are any number of things you could do to scare the man.”

“Such as spilling red wine on his immaculate white shirt,” Nellie said, lifting her feminine shoulders in a shrug of nonchalance. “He would have apoplexy at something like that. Who would dare?”

“Smoke; take one of father’s cigars then light it in front of him. Puff on it then send the smoke in his face. That would certainly dissuade the man from wishing to make you his wife.”

“I would turn green if I tried to smoke the thing. Nellie, do you recall when we were fourteen and we…” Her stomach began to churn as she thought about that time. Never again. Smoking was not for her.

“Yes. Stole cigars from father’s desk. Will never forget how sick we were. Haven’t come close to a cigar since. Even the smell of someone else smoking one makes me sick,” Nellie added with a scowl.

“You could toss your meal on him,” Fannie added with a trilling laugh that warmed Maggie’s heart. “He would never forgive you. A little vomit at his crotch would dissuade every man from wicked thoughts. He always appears so pristine I want to gag looking at him. For me, I don’t want my husband and lover to hate the sight of a small bit of dirt. The man even brushes imaginary pieces of nonexistent dust from his shoulders.”

An affectation that disgusted Maggie. Ah, Fannie and Tessa were both such dears. Always true and loyal to their older sisters. This was Tessa’s first year of attending balls. The littlest sister did love to flirt as well as dance. She never failed to have a new young man panting after her. In truth she was shy. Always kept her thoughts to herself. Seemed to care too much what others thought. Maggie knew her littlest sister never cared over much for anyone’s thoughts except her sisters’. Her actions at the balls were all a sham.

Maggie peered into the mirror again. Made a face of disgust. “Get me out of that ballroom if it becomes apparent mother intends to go through with this tonight. Once she sets her plans in motion, there won’t be anywhere I can run. I must beat her at her game.” Maggie clenched her fists tight, determined to find a means to defy her mother along with the scenario she planned for her oldest daughter. “I won’t marry that man! Won’t let him touch me!” Maggie cringed thinking about the one kiss Nelson forced on her. Nelson Abernathy, the Marquis of Townsend, would never have her as his wife. She’d gladly die first. Thinking about that scenario, her nails bit into the palms of her hands.

“If you don’t run, you might not have a choice. We need to think of somewhere for you to go. Someone who would give you protective shelter. There are ways to force the unwilling. We cannot let that ensue.” Tessa put into words what Maggie feared for the last month.

Words had been said. Promises made. Without her permission her mother planned her life. Even if she had to live in poverty, she would hide from Lord Abernathy. She knew of his cruelties. He’d never married. Nonetheless his mistresses never fared well. Some died at his hands. A few were disfigured from his cruelties. In all cases the deeds were rumored to be true. There was no proof. No concrete evidence. She wasn’t about to become a victim.

“I ken what you’re thinking, Maggie. You will, when married, have more power than the other women in his life. He wouldn’t dare hurt you. If that happened, Mother would seek retaliation. I’m certain she would have spoken to the man about his inclinations before she agreed to this marriage,” Nellie said but the sound of her voice lacked confidence. “He would never dare cause you discomfort. Not as he’s said to treat the other inconsequential women in his life.”

“Mother’s retaliation would do little to help her if the man chose to inflict any type of pain. I’m not going to marry him.”

“There are drugs that can make you compliant,” Nellie pointed out, her voice taking on a hard edge that Maggie didn’t miss. “I would that you flee while the chance exists. We will all stand beside you. Help you in any way we can.”

Standing, Maggie walked to the balcony overlooking the gardens. The air was frosty. Cold. Fog would settle in tonight. Heavy clouds would blanket the area. If she chose to run, it would be difficult for anyone searching. The streets would be cold. Maggie knew where she would go. There were a few streets where the ladies from the bakery in Glasgow supplied with leftover baked goods from the day. She wouldn’t starve. Daryl Chamberlin owned the establishment. She was certain she could find safe haven in the area. Maybe even a roof over her head could be found until she could figure a way out of Glasgow.

“I see you making plans. You look as if your head spins with wild scenarios. Don’t scheme anything dangerous. What is it that you’re planning?” Fannie challenged her. “You can tell us. We would never betray you.”

No, her sisters would never willingly give her up. They would stand with her until they couldn’t. “Mother would wrest the truth from you. She has her ways. What I’m thinking can’t be told even though I trust all of you. Nelson will be furious. His rage will make him a terrible enemy. If he thought any of my sisters could tell him where I am, retribution would be at the forefront of his head. Who knows what he would do to get answers. No, I have to do this on my own. Find my way by myself. Need to also protect my sisters.” Maggie found she was terrified. She would leave tonight from the ball when no one was the wiser. If there was any luck to be had, no one would miss her until she was far away.

“You will send us word…?” Tessa hesitated. She stood beside her on the balcony. “If you need anything.”

“If you are in trouble,” Nellie continued as she too joined her sisters on the terrace. “Truly, we would tell no one. You must have a means to contact us. It’s terribly cold tonight. You can’t be all by yourself.”

“You wouldn’t intend to give me away. Come let’s not speak of this. The carriage is downstairs waiting for us. We should be on our way to the soiree in a matter of minutes. Who can tell what will happen. If I’m lucky, he will fall madly in love with some unsuspecting debutante.”

Maggie felt a river of cold fear bathe her. The freeze wasn’t from the weather. Her body chilled thinking of the man who waited for her.

Maggie didn’t understand why he chose her. There were many beautiful, more beautiful women in Glasgow. Women who would bring more to him in the way of a dowry as well as power. Hoped the rumors weren’t true circulating throughout the town. She didn’t understand how she knew they were true. She did. Perhaps it was the way her mother sidestepped her questions. The secretive way she held her hand to her mouth when she spoke to father so no one would hear the exchanged words.

Angus, her father, would never lift a hand to help her. He had despised her since she was born, for the simple reason she was not a son. Despised all his daughters. A man who wanted only sons had been blessed with four daughters.

Mother no longer came to his bed. She slept alone in a separate room. As far as Maggie knew there was little to nothing between them except the marriage vows. Angus left every evening to seek out entertainment. When he returned, she had no idea. She supposed it was early morning. He slept somewhere besides his home.

“I’ve also heard a small fortune has been offered for your hand,” Nellie told her while she looked into the mirror to pinch her cheeks. “Didn’t know mother and father needed funds so much they would sell you to anyone.”

“Through mother’s family, thought there was money along with lands,” Tessa said, something they all believed was true.

Mother was always after something in addition to affluence. Wealth. Power. She scorned Angus, her husband, for not capitalizing on his daughters. Maggie knew from the moment she turned eighteen, her mother searched for the perfect match for her daughter. Anice entered into two arrangements in the two and a half years since that date trying to wed her daughter. Those two men were weak. Maggie had been able to say no to each of them with no reprisals. The men backed off, intimidated by her. This situation was different.

The first attempt at a betrothal was also to a wealthy merchant. The dowry would have been large but no title went with the consummation of the marriage. Maggie said no to the man. He decided she wasn’t what he wished for in a bride. Anice didn’t pursue the arrangement. She held out for better after she realized Maggie would never say yes to the marriage.

Unless her mother drugged her before walking down the aisle, she would never agree to that first union. The man not only was old enough to be her father, he’d let his body go. His jowls were large. Seemed to fill up the majority of his face. No, the nose was what she noticed first. The end was red from overindulgence of alcohol. His breath was beastly. The man loved to eat and drink. The thought of lying in bed with the man made her stomach churn. If he tried to be intimate with her, she would throw up on him.

Second time didn’t work much better. While the man was an earl, Anice discovered he had gambled away the majority of his inherited wealth. He was as poor as a church mouse. Now, unable to find a woman to share his life with, he spent an inordinate amount of time with the escorts from Miss Scarlet’s establishment. This man’s physique was quite the opposite of the merchants. He was tall. His shoulders were broad. He possessed deep brown eyes that seemed to bore into a person as if he could read what was in that person’s mind. The man gave her chills. He was cold. Not as frigid though as Lord Abernathy.

Shuddering, she turned from her cold perch on the balcony to follow her sisters down the stairs. Their mother waited at the door, impatiently tapping her foot. Her lips were pursed, a grim expression on her handsome face. They donned their capes then rushed from the warm foyer to the waiting carriage.

The ride to the Abernathy residence didn’t take long. For the most part, the girls’ chatter stopped once their mother joined them. Maggie tried to remain positive. Told herself her mother would never spring a betrothal on her without speaking of it to her first. In the cloak room, Anice pulled her aside. They waited until the sisters left.

Anice’s whispered words to her were harsh. She held her arm, shaking her as she spoke. “You are to behave yourself tonight. A lot rests on how you act in front of the marquis. He wants you. This is the man you will marry. There is no way for you to sidestep this alliance as you have the other ones. This man has promised much for your hand in marriage. He adores you. If you do anything to mess with this contract, I’ll find the oldest, fattest duke in the country to give you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes. The man doesn’t adore me. The marquis doesn’t know me. He can’t have feelings for me. Those emotions don’t exist.”

“Do you understand?” Anice whispered again. “I swear you will regret it if you refuse him. Don’t argue.”

Maggie pulled her arm away from her mother. Turning on her, she spoke with as much determination as she could, “I won’t marry that man!” Maggie understood the moment she uttered the words they weren’t heard. Nor would the refusal do a bit of good in deterring Anice from sealing an agreement made in hell. She wasn’t afraid of another contract either. She found a means out of two before this one. She wasn’t going to succumb to this bond. Fleeing was the only way for her to avoid an unwanted marriage.

Tonight.

It had to be done tonight.

Beneath her ribs, her heart thundered. The only question now was when to leave. She would need to watch and plan with care. If her mother was serious, the marquis would have men watching her.

She wasn’t a pawn to be tossed around as if she had no say in her life. This was not the dark ages. She wouldn’t allow herself to be bartered to the highest bidder. Maggie was terribly afraid her sisters might well meet the same fate. Her sisters were sweet but not biddable. Each in her own way would put up a singular fight if met with similar circumstances. It was up to her to forge the way. Make her understand that her daughters were not pawns to her schemes. Checkmate.

“You won’t have a choice. The agreements have been signed as well as sealed. The documents are in a safe place…secure,” her mother whispered next to her ear again. “For once, you have to do what I wish.”

“Not by me! I’ve not signed anything. Won’t agree to a marriage. At the altar I will say no. Then no. Then no again!” Maggie yanked her arm away, striding from the cloak room, noting, too, where her cloak was. She would need it soon. There was no going back. Soon she would be alone. On her own.

“Margret!” Anice’s eyes flashed her anger. Her name bellowed from her mother’s lips as if she didn’t care who would hear. Anice’s shoulders were trembling as she shook her fist at her. “You won’t say no. It’s too important to our family. As his wife, you will help your sisters find suitable husbands. You owe this to me. To your father. We’ve given you everything. Now it’s your turn to give back.”

I don’t owe you!

She smiled sweetly. Talking more would do nothing to change her mother’s simple mind. Maggie understood she’d already said too much. She should have never confronted her mother or stood up to her. Should have ignored the proposal. Pretended to go along with the suggestion. It would have been better if Anice didn’t know she would rebel or refuse Lord Abernathy’s suit.

The butler stood at the door waiting for them. He watched them as if he understood what was being said between mother and daughter. Another of the marquis’ spies. Maggie whisked her way inside then handed her cloak to the man at the coatroom. She stood with her sisters, trembling. Her anger needed release. She drew in deep breaths hoping to ease the fury raging within.

Her heart thundered beneath her ribs. Maggie didn’t think she would ever be calm again. Nothing she did seemed to help. She panted softly, willing herself to be unruffled. Eager for the fury she felt to evaporate. Her breathing softened to a more acceptable cadence even though her entire body still quivered, shaking with anger. Nelson stood across the room.

When he noticed her, his gaze shifted to her. Stared. He nodded. His eyes were cold, chilling her more than she thought possible a minute ago. His gaze traveled the length of her then back to her eyes as if he read the emotions bubbling from her.

The man was handsome. His nose long, straight. His jaw chiseled to be firm. Broad shoulders sloped to a narrow waist. Hard thighs rounded out the masculine package he presented. She kept coming back to his eyes. So fathomless. So very cold. Bleak. Distant. His cruel streak evident in the tilt of his head, the mocking slant of his lips. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself. No, she would never say yes to this man.

This wasn’t a man she wished to be close to let alone wed. It seemed the moment her mother saw him, she walked to him. The woman smiled. Extended her hand in a warm greeting. He brought the back to his lips removing his gaze from her mother he looked at her again. The devil, he watched her as if she was his prey. In a way she was just that.

Anice would pull him to where she stood. She would have to dance. He would hold her. It was far too soon. Maggie darted away, turned to search for some place to disappear. Her heart lodged in her throat. There was nowhere to hide. A potted palm beckoned. She would be too easily found if she tried to disappear in the same room. What she needed was to find some unused room in this huge estate. Find a balcony or a way out to the gardens.

“He is coming your way,” Nellie whispered, her voice soft. “Hold your ground. If Mother chooses to make an announcement, she will wait until everyone has arrived. It is still too early in the evening to make the maximum effect. There is time to plan your escape. Even if the declaration is made, nothing said here is etched in stone.”

Maggie nodded, understanding the plan would need to be foolproof. Crossing her fingers, she replied. “That’s true. I need something to drink. My mouth is parched, my lips dry. Can’t seem to swallow.”

She picked up a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. Oh, the devil, it’s champagne. They did plan this celebratory proclamation for tonight. She didn’t have a chance in hell. Searching the room for an immediate escape route, she found herself in the middle of several matronly ladies. Whispering to her sisters before she tried to disappear from his view, “He is already celebrating my demise.”

“Appears so,” Tessa said, agreeing with her assumption.

Looking back, she gave her sister a nod to assure her the time was now. Hidden in the middle of the women she could make her escape. The women around her chatted, talked nonsense. They were turning a corner when they came to an abrupt halt.

“Ladies…”

The devil take the man, Maggie recognized the voice. The bearer of bad tidings was Nelson. He must have seen her wiggle herself into this group of ladies who must be on the way to the powder room. She intended to sneak out of the pack when they passed an empty room. She held her breath. This was still possible if he didn’t see her.

“Lord Abernathy, you look so handsome tonight. Are you looking for something?” one lady asked. She giggled as if she hoped he looked for her.

“You are too perceptive by far,” he smiled, giving her a wink then a nod. “Seems the lady to be honored tonight went missing a few minutes ago. With her mother’s permission, I decided to look for her.” He was ginning again. Tapped his finger on his chin. “Believe I’ve found her.”

She was trying to maneuver away from the group without being noticed. So far, so good, she thought wistfully as she realized he stood in front of her, his hands on his hips, booted feet braced apart. Having noticed her, he’d been aware she was trying to put distance between herself and the ladies.

“Honored?” Maggie looked up at him, questioning with a shiver to her voice. “Honored? Whatever for? I’m just here at my mother’s request. Would have remained at home if given a choice. Don’t like these things. Never have.”

“You haven’t guessed? My, my, my, thought you were brighter than that. But then…your mother would not have told you. It was supposed to be a surprise. Imagine the announcement will be just that.” He paused as if in thought, he stroked his chin. “I’m sorry to detain you. Were you on the way to the powder room? I will let you go see to your needs.”

“Y-yes!” Maggie grasped at anything that might save her from returning to the ballroom with this man. She tilted her chin up trying to hide the trembling. “Yes, I was on my way with these fine ladies to the powder room. If you’ll excuse me.” She started forward leading the way.

Nelson’s hands were clasped behind his back as he moved on the balls of his feet to intercept her. “No, don’t believe I will do that. Imagine I should escort you.” He set his hand on her arm, guiding her around the ladies. They walked for a minute or two then he stopped. “I’ll wait for you here. Don’t take too long. Be advised I’m not going anywhere without you.”

She felt his hands on the small of her back as he gave her a tiny shove toward the door. Maggie looked over her shoulder at him as she tried to tamp down the frown of displeasure. There had to be a way out of the lady’s room other than this door. A window. A balcony. They were on the third floor. Even if there was a window, she couldn’t jump. Needed to avoid the marriage, not kill herself. She supposed she would have to wait for a few minutes then return to him. If she could get lucky, he might not be at the door when she left.

“Wasn’t that the most romantic gesture one ever saw? He’s going to wait to escort her back to the ballroom.” one of the ladies asked while she smiled at her. “Do you think they will wed before the end of the year? They make such a lovely couple.”

“The banns must be read first. The wedding will happen in January,” someone seemed to know things Maggie didn’t.

“You, my dear, are a very lucky lady to be chosen by the marquis. Not only is he handsome, the man is also rich. You should be thanking your mother for arranging such an advantageous match. He will not be hard to bed. He is so much a man.”

Maggie felt her gut tighten. Never! I won’t be caught dead in that man’s bed. Never! “I have many times over. Mother is aware of my feelings,” Maggie told the women while she walked to the window overlooking the street below. If she dropped herself from the window, she would die when she hit the ground below. That wouldn’t do. Even if the betrothal was announced tonight, she still had time to flee. He couldn’t have her watched night and day when she was still living with her mother.

Outside the door, he waited for her. She looked to the door then the window. Maggie wondered if the women would also exit in mass. He would be wary if they did. Would look for her in the middle of the group. The women would present her to him the moment they walked from the powder room. She couldn’t leave with them. The sickness coursing through her stomach grew. Escalated until she tasted bile. Maggie started shaking so hard, she needed to sit. Tears sprang to her eyes. She heaved in a few deep breaths of air. Calmer now. Her legs held her upright. She searched the room. The women still chattered. There had to be a way out of this.

Both frustrated as well as angry at her circumstances, she strode the perimeter of the room. To avoid the women tattling on her, she made a few adjustments to her hair then pinched her cheeks. Maggie ran her tongue across her parched lips. Never did get something to drink, except that one drink. She attempted to raise the bodice of her gown higher.

“Now you stop that!” One of the matrons told her.

She jumped. “What?”

“The gown is in the height of fashion. Shows just enough to tempt your future husband, the marquis. He will be pleased you have breasts that will fill his hands. There is nothing wrong with a fiancé getting a tiny look at what he will own soon.”

Own? Never! She was tempted to yell at the woman that she filled the bodice with scarves. She didn’t. He would never own any part of her. She would always be independent. Instead, she remained silent. It would never do to antagonize any of these women. Friends here was what she was in desperate need of. Women who would understand her frantic plight to stay autonomous and not be ruled by an arrogant lord of the realm.

“Anice should be pleased she has such a beautiful daughter. Your sisters are no less fetching. She should be able to arrange profitable matches with your sweet siblings. The matches will bring great rewards. Grandchildren in the future. Don’t you think?” The lady turned her attention to the other women.

“Oh, yes, that’s true. They are sweet as well as beautiful. Such perfect specimens of womanhood. Compliant women willing to obey their men. Are we all ready to leave?” The lady looked at her as if she was the one who needed to answer. “You are coming too?” she asked hopefully. “The marquis will not wish to wait overlong. A man like that doesn’t wish to waste time standing at the door of the powder room.”

I never asked him to wait for me.

“No, I’m going to stay here a few more minutes. Need some time to think.” Maggie lifted her hands. A shrug of her shoulders, later she spoke, “This all comes as a surprise to me. Didn’t know there would be an announcement this evening. Also didn’t know I would have a fiancé until I walked through these doors. Would have preferred to be told in private about this arrangement.”

“What better time than Christmas Eve to announce such wonderful news. It will cheer so many people,” one of the ladies spoke. She did sound sincere.

“My dear, when you discover the truth, it matters not. Nothing now will change true love. If you stay in this room, your lord will come for you. You know that of course. You might gain a few minutes. No more than that. The marquis seems eager to have you by his side. If you make him wait, his good humor over the engagement might vanish. Tread with care. He is a powerful man. He could make life a living hell for you.”

Unhappily, Maggie nodded. She’d been warned. “What are a few more minutes to be alone? I need the time.”

Yes, she did need the seconds to get her head on straight. If she didn’t get away from this man, she would have a lifetime with him.

“You enjoy these few moments of privacy. We will tell him you were feeling poorly. I’m certain that won’t change his mind. Nonetheless, it will give him something to think about.” The lady patted her on the hand. “You take care of yourself.” All but one woman exited the room. This one seemed to wait as if she sensed there was more to her reluctance.

Maggie didn’t understand the quick exchange of words. She felt as if she had a friend in this woman. Not that a friend would do her any good. Unless they could help her leave this mausoleum. Wished she knew the woman’s identity. Moisture filling her eyes, liquid she tried to hold back, Maggie asked, “Who are you?”

“Lacie Stewart.” The woman handed her a card. “Hide this. Don’t let him see it. A woman should never have to marry a man such as that one. If you ever need anything, come to me at that address. It’s not my address but my sister’s. We will all help. You have friends who you wouldn’t know about.”

For a few seconds, her mouth gaped open. “The duke’s wife? The Duke of Southcliff? Why would you help me? I’m nobody.”

Her smile was sweet, generating confidence. “My husband is not only powerful but he has a wealth of contacts. Associates here as well as overseas. He could even get you out of the country if that happened to be what you wished for; France, Spain, the United States. Wherever you might like to go. Just don’t let Lord Abernathy see the card. Hide it in your bosom if that might be a safe place. Don’t think he will try anything of that sort tonight.”

“You don’t like Lord Abernathy?” Maggie asked, stunned by this beautiful woman who seemed bent on helping her from this horrid predicament. She wanted to plead with her. “You say you’ll help me? Can you get me out of here tonight before I’m stood up in front of the crowd then promised to him for the rest of my life? I don’t want that to happen.”

“No…I can’t help you leave this evening. You must find a means by yourself. Your sisters will give assistance. I’m positive Lord Abernathy is a dangerous, evil man. I cannot help you vanish. That you will need to take care of on your own. Once you find a way to escape both your mother as well as Lord Abernathy, it is then I can give aid.” Lacie closed her hands over the one holding the card. “Don’t lose this. Don’t let him find it.” With that said the woman vanished from the room.

Maggie watched the sway of The Duchess’ dress before the door closed. In a second, the card disappeared into the corsage of her gown. She sat on a chair in front of the fire waiting for Lord Abernathy to invade the small private space. Flames in the fireplace danced, sending orange-gold colors into the room. Tonight. Her escape must be tonight. Choices eluded her. She couldn’t wait. If she didn’t make good her flight this evening, she had the feeling more guards would be set upon her. To her mother, she made her feelings clear. Anice would have told the marquis how she felt. This man wouldn’t take a single chance if he understood the extent of her hatred for him. If he learned she didn’t mean to say yes at the altar, the man would make certain she did. There were ways to subdue a woman.

“Miss Maggie?” Lord Abernathy stepped into the room, his expression grim. Unyielding. “Lady Stewart told me you weren’t feeling well. Should I send for my carriage to take you home? I can do that after the announcement is made this evening. I will make certain you are safe.”

With boldness Maggie didn’t feel, she stood, smoothed the skirts of her gown. “I’m fine now. The crush of people made me hot, a bit faint. I needed a wee bit of space to set my mind straight. This brief interlude eased my headache. Nothing but a bit of fresh air couldn’t help. Perhaps I could stand on the balcony.”

“Good, then…” He stepped forward, holding out his hand. “We will attend to the guests together. I would like a dance. Perhaps some champagne will also help ease your nerves. The balcony is out of the question.”

“Sir, I didn’t say I was nervous.”

She resented the fact the man put words in her mouth. Though he was right in assuming. Knew she wasn’t nervous. Furious would be a better term to describe her thoughts.

“Your hand is shaking. To what other cause should I give this condition? I would call it by whatever name you choose. Would never intend to assume something that is untrue.”

The chill in his voice sent ice down her spine. Maggie felt as if he saw into her mind. Understood her loathing of him. “Imagine you are correct. Nerves. Didn’t wish to admit to them.” Maggie tilted her chin.

“Don’t get in the habit of lying to me. I wouldn’t appreciate that.” The anger in his voice was evident. “Will never tolerate mistruths from my wife.”

“Never,” she bit into her lip after she said the word.

Lord Abernathy ushered her from the room with nothing more said. Kept her hand on his arm. In the ballroom, he whirled her around the dance floor until he reached the front where there was a platform. At his nod, a bell sounded.

He cleared his throat. Held up her hand. Kissed the knuckles as he peered at his captive audience. “I give you my intended bride, Miss Margret MacRae.”

He turned her. While a muffled chatter circled the room, he pulled her into his arms, his hand at the small of her back. His mouth captured hers, his tongue pushing inside. The kiss was brutal. His teeth tugged on her lip while his tongue ravished inside. She tasted blood. Moaned from unexpected pain. He tightened his hold upon her.

She pushed on him. Struggled. Whimpered. Felt the bulge of his sex pushing against her belly. “No…” she tried to say but the word was lost inside his mouth. His hand fell lower. Settled on her derriere. The act told all watching he owned her. Just as the woman in the powder room told her.

Nelson moved away, only a breath of air separating them. “Don’t ever struggle against me or fight me. I don’t like that. If you don’t heed my words, you’ll regret ignoring what I’ve told you. You are to always be willing.” He set her aside then called for more champagne. “The finest France has to offer for this momentous occasion. From the city of Epernay.”

Maggie felt lost now that the announcement was made. The chatter around the room varied from shock to dismay. She needed air. Gulped for oxygen. He left her standing by herself. It seemed Lord Abernathy thought her subdued. He was busy whirling another woman around the room. When she rose to walk, no one noticed her. Maggie understood he would have a man watching her. She circled the room. Searched for the best exit.

For a few minutes she wandered idly around the tables laden with food, nibbling on a few items. Nellie blocked the view of her from one of the guards she thought was assigned to her. Tessa chatted with her. Fannie handed her a plate of food. Together, they made their way from the room. Once outside, Nellie exchanged the plate of food for her cape she’d retrieved from the cloak room.

“Run, now!”

~ * ~

Jasper Kenworthy spoke with his twin brother, Jason, in their townhouse in Glasgow. They were both drinking brandy as well as smoking their favorite cigars, amusing themselves with imaginary scenarios. Challenging each other to help more with the charity that was needed in the city. The homeless seemed to increase each day. They spoke of going out tonight. The night was Christmas Eve. There were parties.

The twins were bored.

A fire blazed in the hearth. Jasper tapped the ashes of his cigar on the ashtray. Light from the flames cast glowing shadows. The sky was darkening as the sun slipped behind the hills. The two men were almost identical. Jasper, of course, was the oldest by mere minutes. Jason’s eyes were so brown at times they appeared black. His brown eyes were rimmed with gold when he stood in the sunlight or next to a candle he was told. Jason was taller by the width of a finger, broader of shoulder by about the same amount.

Jason laughed.

Jasper brooded. He was after all the man to inherit everything, the title. The wealth along with all the responsibility. Though Jason had more money than he could spend in a lifetime.

“What is it you are thinking?” Jason stared into the fireplace. When he turned to speak, Jasper saw a glint of amusement in his brother’s features. “Are you as wearied of all this as I am? I need something exciting to happen in my life. My day after day routine does nothing to spark enthusiasm. Life is too much the same.”

“We were supposed to go to Lord Abernathy’s ball. I cried off. Couldn’t bring myself to witness a young woman betrothed against her will to that man,” Jasper said as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching firelight play off the colors. For the longest time he studied the liquid, shifting different thoughts in his head. “Everyone knew that was going to happen tonight. People who know the lady in question, understand it will be a match made in hell for her.”

Jason stood, walking around the room, picking up different objects then setting them back. When he spoke, there was concern in his voice. “You don’t know this engagement is against her will now, do you? The man has a title as well as serious groats. Many women would call that satisfactory, more than satisfactory. He is not difficult to look at…if one tends to be of the female persuasion. By most standards the man would be considered an excellent catch. What makes you believe a marriage to Nelson will be hell for the young woman?”

“It won’t do a’tall. Not a’tall. Don’t wish to witness the degradation of a beautiful woman. Never seen the chit. Though I’ve heard the rumors. She’s unique. Flawless. Impeccable.” He flicked back the remnants of brandy. Let the liquid warm his throat. “Yes, what I’ve heard is gossip. You are quite correct in this matter. Doesn’t make the words any less true. We both know enough about the mother, Anice MacRae, to discern the truth of the rumors now, don’t we? To gain more power she would betroth her daughter to the devil himself. She’s an ass with no feelings.”

Jason stopped his wandering mind, shrugging his broad shoulders before he hooted his laughter. “Not our business, big brother. We should…I don’t know. Stay out of this?” Thinking, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes life is a bit tedious. We should have attended the affair. Seen what was happening for ourselves. Could have judged the situation with more accuracy. Heard tell the Duke and Duchess of Southcliff would be there to lend support to the unlucky lass if needed. We could not have done anything else.”

“Contrary to popular opinion, the lass must not be too pleasant to look on if her mother was so eager to see her wed that she would give her to Abernathy,” Jasper mused. As he refilled his glass, he leaned back in the chair, thinking his life was indeed uninteresting. He needed to do something to put excitement in his days. His life here was well ordered. Nothing surprising ever knocked on his doorstep. He’d spent years making certain of that.

“On the opposite side to that story, I heard she is a real beauty. Could win the hand of just about any man she wanted. The mother, MacRae, is after more power along with wealth. Must believe that man can give her what she craves. Sold her daughter. Sold her to the highest bidder. Wonder what she got in return for the agreement concerning her oldest.”

“You’re right, our lives are monotonous. Here we are talking about some poor debutante’s fate when we could be out doing something exciting. Don’t know what that is.”

He had some thoughts on that. His concerns for the less fortunate were well-known. He helped with the homeless whenever time permitted. Many of the people who were delegated to the streets simply met some type of misfortune or bad luck. He thought to change the lives of as many as possible. This was the eve before Christmas. A good God-fearing man would do something to ease the plight of his fellow man.

“You have something in mind?” Jason asked, his tone bland. “I would go to the widow I’ve been seeing. Celebrate Christmas Eve in her arms. Have a bit of fun tonight unless you need my company for some endeavor. Wake up Christmas morning with a warm willing woman in my arms. You should find a woman, Jasper. A man isn’t meant to be alone. As we age, we need comforts. You are older. While I don’t need children, you do need an heir.”

Jasper tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, thinking his brother was right. In several years, he’d not found a woman who appealed to him. On occasion, he used Miss Scarlett’s escort service. Not for sex, but to enjoy a woman’s company at dinner or the opera. Things he didn’t wish to experience alone. “Yes, you do enjoy your widow. What’s her name? Sarah something? I will venture out tonight. I would bet the lady from the bakery will be walking the freezing street with her bodyguards. Lacie Stewart might even be there. Neither the duke or Donal will allow their wives out by themselves in that part of the city.”

“Thought the duke and duchess were attending the ball.”

“Yes…well…how long they stay is always the question.”

Jason let out a big sigh, one that sounded much like exasperation. “Sarah Russell. You need to find a woman. Stop using Miss Scarlett’s place as an excuse to stay single. There is nothing wrong with commitment.”

His brother had a point. Still, to marry he’d have to feel a burning need for said woman. He’d been burned once before. Perhaps he should find a woman on the streets. She would have no expectations. “Ah, yes, you should go see Sarah. Leave your older brother with nothing to do except twiddle his thumbs the night before Christmas. You’re speaking of commitment as if you have a woman in mind for me. I know you aren’t planning on marrying the widow. So, don’t talk to me about settling down.”

“Touché, big brother. You’re right of course. Both of us have a great deal of time before we tie the knot. I for one will not settle for just any woman. Must have love, you know. We can’t right all the wrongs of the world tonight. What we can do is make someone’s life a wee bit better. It is the night before Christmas. We should do something to ease the plight of the homeless.”

“Let’s go for a walk. Perhaps we could help the ladies from the bakery hand out day old goods. It would be our good deed for the day. The hour is growing late. The women from the bakery are always happy when they have extra male company along for protection.”

Jasper grinned, agreeing with the younger sibling. He did need to expend energy. Staring at the fire was not the way to accomplish the feat. Whistling, he grabbed his coat then headed for the carriage. Jason followed on his heels.

They rode to the bakery in Jasper’s carriage, emblazoned with the Kenworthy seal. The sun had set. The sky was dark, clouds covering the inky blackness. The sky threatened a downpour. A brisk wind flowed from the direction of the river. The night was cold. He wondered if the temperature was low enough for snow. Jasper leaned back thinking about all the brothers talked about this evening. He meant to look closely at the women who lived on the streets. An idea simmered in his head. Would explode if he found the perfect specimen.

“I will wager,” Jasper said leaning forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. He watched his brother cock his head in curiosity.

“Yes?” Jason looked as if he was going to laugh as he tapped his fingers together beneath his chin. “A wager. What do you wish to bet on? I have thoughts rolling in my head. Does this wager have something to do with these helpless women? Left with nothing. Women who need help to survive?”

“This is serious for me even though you will laugh. You do realize some of these women have been abused by husbands? They have no recourse except to flee for their lives. Yet…there is nowhere for them to go, to hide. A man possesses all rights once a woman is wed to them. I would venture that I can turn a young woman off the streets into a lady in let’s say…two months’ time. I would wager one hundred pounds that I can do it, by George.”

Jasper felt relief. He’d thought about this for quite some time now. He knew the deed could be done. Turn a deep Scottish burr to civilized English. Take a woman who rarely bathed to adore the soft scent of perfumed water coupled with clean skin and hair.

“Make it five hundred and you have a deal.” Jason laughed outright. “I’ll win, you know. Such a thing isn’t possible.”

“Five hundred it is. I don’t intend to lose.”

He didn’t. The right woman would present herself. If not this evening another time. He wasn’t in a rush. Picking the first young woman he met would not make this doable. The woman needed to possess certain qualities. What those qualities were, he wasn’t yet certain.

Jason did laugh, a big guffaw that had Jasper swearing beneath his breath. “Is that what you intend tonight? Looking for that perfect lady. What are you seeking?”

Jasper wasn’t certain what he was looking for. A list. He needed to make a list in his head. That would help. “As of this moment, not entirely certain.” He mulled over a few ideas in his brain. “I would say she would have to be semi-attractive. Doesn’t have to be beautiful. Not hard on the eyes, might be a better definition. Would doubt if any lady straight off the streets would qualify as a beauty. Nevertheless, I can look. Pride myself in the ability to see beyond dirt smudges, the wear and tear of not knowing where the next meal is coming from. Dark circles beneath the eyes.”

“What else?” Jason asked, his smile deepening as the conversation progressed. “What about intelligence? Though a brief meeting one would be hard pressed to notice intellect if one was overwhelmed with beauty. There would be more attributes to consider. If she is to succeed, she might need to be daring as well as bold. Wouldn’t she need a wealth of confidence? Would you present her at a ball?”

“True to all you’ve pointed out.” Jasper made a steeple with his fingers as he thought. “Bold or shy? What do you think would be better? Perhaps she could pretend to be timid when the move would suit. A woman is looked down on if she is too daring. Courageous in the face of complications might be a better attribute.”

“Call the characteristic what you wish. I would say being bold would be necessary,” Jason answered quickly…too fast. After that he paused for a few seconds in thought. “If you plan to show this lady off when you are finished with her, she cannot be shy. Cannot be the type of lass to jump at shadows. The men and women who she encounters will be stern. Why old Mrs. Grant would run her over the coals the moment she set her eyes on her. The woman would come out with her claws bared. This lady you are training must be able to walk among the Scottish aristocrats with her head held high, her chin in the air while snubbing her perfectly shaped nose at the men and women who would judge her.”

“You do have a point.” Jasper was feeling more empowered with the passing minutes. “I would hope this lady we find would be a soft combination of both characteristics. If she is overly bold, we can teach her to lower her lashes then smile sweetly. To nod in agreement even if she knows what the person is saying is perfectly false. If she is too shy, well then, we will have to teach her to show backbone. It would not do for her to agree with everything that is put in front of her. I plan to show her off as a debutante. Perhaps before the next season. She will have to be young. Cannot be over twenty in age.”

“Believe she must pass the ultimate test before you escort her to her premier functions. Would like the Duke and Duchess of Southcliff to give their opinions. Perhaps introduce her at the beginning of the season. They will be the best judge of her character. We could set up an introduction. Invite the two to dinner.”

“You think the Duke and Duchess of Southcliff would lower themselves to such an endeavor?”

Jasper wasn’t too expectant of anyone of their status being willing to judge a woman from the streets. Though this couple was exceptional. They did loyally give to the community. He would need to see…weigh all the options.

“There they are. Look at the group, huddling together to stay warm. They are mostly women.” Jason pointed out the window.

The carriage drew to a stop. Daryl, the owner of the bakery was there as was the cook. They were flanked by two men. The duke’s men, Jasper felt certain of that. Might be men hired by Daryl’s husband, Donal Chamberlin.

“May we join you?” Jasper asked as he strode to Daryl. He caught her hand in his and brought the back to kiss with a light touch. “We found we had nothing to do this evening so we decided to see if anyone needed more assistance than what you give with your food donations. We’ve brought a few blankets but can go back for more. It’s the devil of a cold night.”

“Jasper Kenworthy, you know you are always welcome.” Daryl gave him a quick hug. “Would have thought you would attend Lord Abernathy’s ball. He made such a production of a surprise announcement. Not so much a surprise. Seems he let it be known there would be an announcement of an engagement…his. Though most people attending just wanted to get a look at the girl he intends to make his wife.”

“Couldn’t stomach the thought of being there. Cried off at the last minute. After that found I was bored with no place to go. Thought of the homeless. Jason agreed to accompany me this evening.”

Jasper searched through the women. They were all older women. The two he looked at the closest were early thirties at best. What he was looking for was a younger woman, early twenties or younger, who had fallen on hard times. Someone he could introduce as a debutante. He didn’t see anyone who might qualify.

“Neither could Donal. Told me he didn’t wish to support that kind of debauchery. Though it isn’t corruption when betrothals such as this one still occur too often. Families make arrangements to gain power along with wealth. They use their daughters as bargaining chips.” She searched through the small wagon she brought with her. “If you wish to help, hand out something to all the ladies. Talk to them if you wish. Whatever you do, don’t judge. That’s not our place. They are all here because where they were before was even more intolerable.”

“It’s cold tonight. These people are going to need fires, blankets as well as warm coats.” He turned to Jason who put his hands up in supplication as if he understood what he was going to ask.

Jason’s grin told him he understood what was needed. “You want me to bring wood? Build fires for these poor women to stay warm? Rummage through the attic for necessities. What else? Hmm…?”

“You sound as if you don’t wish to go. I’ll go then. You stay here. Hand out more food. I’ll bring more blankets, too. Lord knows, we’ve got extras. There are trunks in the attics that are filled with clothing we no longer use.” Jasper looked to the night sky. Small flakes of snow were falling. If not for the freezing conditions coupled with the state of the women he watched, the sight would have been beautiful. A sight he would enjoy sharing with a special woman if he had one.

“Warm coats?” Jason asked as if he’d given in to the notion this was how he would spend his evening. “I’ll go. You seem to want to stay. Look over the women with your special project in mind.” Jason was at the carriage giving directions to the driver. “We both understand there is a second reason for your concern.”

Wishing Jason’s words weren’t true, Jasper walked along the path. The women were huddled against nearby buildings to ward off the cold winds blowing in from the river. If the weather cleared, they would freeze. Perhaps the blanket of snow would be a godsend. If the clouds stayed, more snow would fall. In either scenario the results would not be good. Without the needed help, some might die tonight.

Grabbing a basket of bread from the cart Daryl brought, he walked, handing out food, giving comfort where he could. The night grew colder. Snow fell harder. The wail of a baby caught his attention. A woman was attempting to breastfeed the infant while trying to be modest. The baby struggled with the nipple. Jasper felt certain the woman had little breast milk. He handed her a large slice of bread.

“Thank you…” she murmured. She struggled to eat while she fed her child. “Thank you so much.”

“How old is the bairn?” Jasper asked, wondering if this might be a candidate for his wager with his brother. This lady was too old. Too jaded. With the wee babe, she wasn’t innocent. He reminded himself he needed a debutante. “What brought you here?”

“He is two months,” she told him, her head down. “You should nae be lookin’ at me that way. ‘Tis not right.”

No, what wasn’t right was that this woman was alone on the streets with no one to look after her. Though he knew the duke and duchess searched for employment for those in need. “The bairn’s father? Where is he?” Jasper blanched the moment the last question left his lips. This information was not his business.

The lady looked at him, tears sliding down her gaunt cheeks. “Doesn’t have one. He does but I don’t know who or where he is.” Her voice was bitter as she spat out the words. “Was raped by three aristocrats who thought I was fair game. This is what came of it. The consequences none of those bastards cared about. They wanted a wee bit of fun at my expense. That was all. I was their plaything that night. All three of them took me throughout the evening. By the time they finished with me, I couldn’t move. The three of them never looked back. Until then, I was innocent of men. When it was obvious I was increasing, my father tossed me out of the family home.”

Raped. Jasper wasn’t surprised. It was common practice among the young privileged men who sported titles. Women who were found alone on the streets were fair game. They thought they could take what they wanted. Something like Lord Abernathy bartering for a wife. Jasper had to admit that wasn’t a very good comparison. Though both ended up forcing the woman to the man’s needs.

Jasper’s attention went back to the woman who was breastfeeding the infant. If he chose this woman, she would be difficult to teach. Her Scottish brogue was pronounced. Some of the words she spoke were Gaelic. Her face was fair but she was too old for his needs. Hadn’t planned on a woman who already had a baby. Could never be presented as a debutante. Though this lady would prove a test to his abilities. There were other places he could introduce the woman.

He reached down to touch her shoulder. “Take care ma’am. If I can, I’ll bring a blanket back for you along with the bairn.”

Jasper wandered away from her. Stopped to talk to other women. Each had a story to relate, always a sad story. Jason arrived an hour later with the blankets along with a great deal of wood. He brought two wagons with him. Two of their servants driving the carts. Three large bonfires were the result. They stacked extra wood next to each blaze. Jasper made certain he gave the young woman with the baby a blanket. He brought her more bread along with a muffin.

A commotion near the first bonfire caught his attention. He stared, mouth agape. A woman was twirling around in what appeared to be a yellow ball gown. She was singing, cackled with delight as she threw her arms in the air. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders picking up the light of the fire. Dancing, moving through the crowd. She was crying out words. Bending low to talk to various people.

“Lookee what I got here!” She held the gown up showing bare legs, pleased with herself along with the dress. It be a real gown. A princess,” she cackled anew. “I will be a fairy princess tonight.” She pulled a heavy wool cape around her shoulders. “Got this for doin’ nothing but sittin’ by the fire, mindin’ my own business. Dinna have to lift a finger. Me, I’m blessed tonight. Merry Christmas to me.”

A few long strides brought him to the woman. Curiosity tugged at him. He eyed her critically, recognizing the fact this gown was made of silk. The cape she wore was also of fine quality. The slippers were a little small for the woman but they matched the gown.

“Where did you get that?” His voice was far too harsh. Wouldn’t do to scare the lady. She backed off, moving away from him, a scowl showing between her eyes. He didn’t wish to frighten her. Lifting his shoulders, he spoke. “Just interested.” He searched the area for some clue. There was none. “You say you didn’t do anything? This dress was given to you?”

The woman pointed a bony finger at him. Shaking it, she snapped out. “Bargained my old dress along with my shoes for this. She was eager to gift it to me. Said she dinna be wantin’ the thing no more. Gave her my old rag. With pleasure I did. The wee lassie even thanked me. She gave me this for the old coarse gown. The boots I be tradin’ worn…holes on the souls.”

“I’m not questioning you about the validity of the exchange. Where is she? This woman?” Jason stepped up to Jasper’s side. “Need to figure out what is happening here. Makes no sense a’tall. No sense a’tall,” he murmured as he too searched the surrounding area.

“You say the lady exchanged gowns with you?” Jasper asked, still seeking out the possible woman who might be so desperate to not only rid herself of an expensive gown but also a solid cape in this weather. She would be freezing. “Where is she? Can you tell me that? Could you take me to her? Is she still here?” He understood he asked too many questions. A desperate need he didn’t understand assailed him, struck deep into his heart.

“How would I be knowin’? Just here she was. Then she wasnae. Dinna be goin’ to keep track of someone else.” The woman sat down by the fire, holding her hands out to keep them warm. She pointed this time in the direction of a woman. “There she be. Over yonder.”

Jasper followed the direction of the pointing finger. When he caught the lady’s attention, she turned, ducking her head. She was going to run. He knew it. Dashed into the crowd. The woman dodged this way then that. She was near the carriage when he caught up to her, grabbing her arm then turning her. She started to fall. He grasped her arms. Her hands rested on his chest.

With large frightened eyes, she stared into his. Her eyes were the color of the greenest grass in the highlands. The shape of her face was almost a perfect oval. Her brows arched delicately. She pressed the soft rose color of her lips together as if trying to keep from crying out. Her nose turned up a bit on the end. The column of her neck was long white as alabaster. She was not tall nor short. Just right.

She is lovely. Mud, scratches along with the horrid dress didn’t deter from her beauty. Struck by the immediate need to protect, he searched for answers.

“Who are you?”

Tugging on her arm, she tried to get away. He wasn’t about to loosen his hold. If he had his way, she wasn’t going anywhere. “Let me go!” Her foot came down hard on his instep. He yelped. Tried to stay focused. Hung on to her.

He wavered. His hold on her arm loosened. She managed to get away. He caught her by her hair. Tugged her back to him. Reeling from the pain she inflicted, his voice was a low growl. “I’m not going to hurt you. Even though you’ve hurt me.”

He let go of her hair but now that he understood what this lovely little lady was capable of, he held her tighter. Protected more vulnerable parts.

“No!” She turned. Her movement was quick, surprising him. She tucked her head against his chest, burying her face beneath the lapels of his coat. “Get me out of here!” He felt the heat of her breath against him. “Please.”

Stunned by the unexpected change of behavior, Jasper looked over the top of her head. He didn’t see anything or anyone who should terrify her to this extreme. Still… He was more than willing to transport her away from this place. His home would be their destination. It seemed Jason anticipated his needs. The carriage was in front of them, the door stood open. Jasper helped her inside.

Once all were settled, Jasper tapped on the coach’s roof. The vehicle picked up speed as they entered onto the streets. He settled back, resting his hands on his knees studying the woman. Her hair tumbled around her slender shoulders. Her eyes were wide pools of fear. She glanced out the window then immediately dropped to the floor.

Jasper turned to look. Saw nothing and no one. “Sit up,” aware of the strangeness, he gritted the words. Wishing she would confide her fears.

On her hands and knees, she was shaking her head. Shivering from the cold air of the night. “No!” With fierceness surprising him, she whispered the single word. He watched her sweep air into her lungs. “I cannae. Not when there be a chance of him…” It seemed she caught herself in the outpouring of her truth.

Jasper was surprised to hear her talk. Until this moment, she’d been ever so quiet. He leaned back watchfully. The time would come when she would trust. Now, was not that time, obviously, she feared him. Though…not as much as the man it seemed she ran from. “Very well, suit yourself. The enfolding scenario is up to you to orchestrate.” He shrugged out of his warm coat. Tucked the fabric around her. “Don’t wish for you to freeze. When you decide to explain yourself, I will be a willing listener. Won’t ever judge.”

From her spot on the floor, she twisted her head to stare at him. “Where…where be we goin’?”

The language was so garbled with her Scottish burr then interspersed with Gaelic, Jasper could barely understand. He had to force his attention on each word. It had been so long since he spoke the old language.

“Seems you found your candidate,” Jason said with a wry grin coupled with a soft chuckle. “So far, what we’ve seen of her, she is perfect for your experiment. I’m willing to gamble more on her than on your expertise with the language.”

Jasper ignored his brother. “We’re blocks away from the small camp of women. You’re safe. You can sit up now. Don’t expect you to remain on the floor hiding. My brother and I won’t hurt you. Tell us what has you so distrustful of us.”

Her wary eyes centered on his. “Dinna have much choice. Not afraid of the likes of you. At least not yet,” she muttered while she pushed tangled hair from her face then smoothed the fabric of the ragged gown she wore.

“What’s your name?”

With his questions, she panicked anew. Swept her small pink tongue across her mouth. The action mesmerized Jasper. His heart leapt. Pounded. For a few heart-stopping moments, she stared at her hands, the window again. Jasper thought if given the chance, she would leap from the carriage. He watched her breasts heave, move in then out with the air she inhaled. Again, her petite frame, the way she moved, enthralled every male part of him.

“Tessa…Tessa Stirling,” she told him, her voice wavering, her eyes clouding over. “My name…”

The deep rise of crimson to her cheeks coupled with her eyes told Jasper she lied. The lady lied about her name. With a bit of investigation, he didn’t think it would be difficult to find out the truth. This lass was not as she pretended. That much was obvious to anyone looking at her. He didn’t have to know her to realize lies did not come easily to this woman.

Who was she? Besides the original owner of the yellow ball gown.

“Good, that’s one important item out of the way. A name is very important.” Jasper bent over, touched her beneath the chin to lift her face high enough he could continue to see into her eyes. “What brought you to the homeless camp, Tessa Stirling?” In a silk gown no less.

Her body stiffened. She grew rigid in an instant. Jasper realized in that moment if she told him anything her statement would also be a lie. He leaned back, his fingers steepled on his belly. “You find yourself on hard times? That’s all I need to know. Rest assured you will be safe with me. No more questions tonight. Whatever happened to you, I’ll not give your secrets away. When you are ready to tell all, you’ll find me a friend, never an enemy.”

Jasper almost guffawed at the look of relief that swept across her face. As if in slow motion, she sat on the seat across from him along with his brother. She rearranged her tattered skirt. Even beneath his coat, he saw the dress was about to fall from her. He thought an introduction would be nice.

Nodding he began, “Since you’ve given me your name, I’m Jasper Kenworthy. This is my brother, Jason. We’re twins.”

Her sweet yet devilish smile would have sent him to his knees if he’d been standing. His breath caught in the back of his throat. That smile could move mountains. He was far from being that strong or stalwart.

With a wee bit of sarcasm she spoke, “I would have never guessed. You are so the same. Though…” She gave a tiny snort. “The two of you are quite different. Have you bothered to look in a mirror?”

“How?” they spoke in unison, causing her to laugh again.

“No one has been able to tell us apart except our mother. Father always guessed.” Jasper said, disbelieving her.

“To start your eyes are verra different. Jasper, your eyes are brown, rimmed in gold and your…twin…his eyes are so dark a brown they appear black when he questions me. I would…” she cleared her throat. “I wouldnae be a lookin’ too well if…you be havin’ two perfect dimples while Jason has one near to bein’ perfect the other…be not.”

Jasper didn’t miss the change in diction. For a few sentences the Scottish burr disappeared entirely. He was almost disappointed thinking he would not be teaching her anything. The wager would be off. When he looked to Jason, his brother didn’t appear to have noticed. Perhaps the change was a fluke. Though he wished to believe that to be the truth, he knew different. He could still continue as he planned. It was a good ruse to get to know this lady better.

Tessa did though. She flushed again. The color painting her cheeks was a beautiful shade of rosy red topped with a lighter shade down her neck. She concentrated on the window…the scenery beyond. Tilted her head upward as if to look at the nonexistent stars.

“Who are you running from?”

She blanched.

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“What!” Lord Abernathy stormed, then whirled to confront the man he’d trusted to guard his reluctant fiancée. He expected her to bolt. She didn’t disappointment. What he hadn’t expected was for her to get away. When she did, he planned on the punishment when she was caught. Now, until he found his reluctant bride to be, the discipline would have to wait. Strictness was important to a relationship. A man must show the woman who controlled her.

“The girls…her sisters…blocked our view then our way when we started after her. I tripped over someone’s foot. The other guard ran into a matron dumping her food down her front and into her bosom. She shrieked. Started throwing food. People gathered around to see what was happening. The mess could not be cleared in time to stop her. By the time we got past those women, she was out of sight. We both figured she would run to her home which was not so far away. We took off after her, found she was not there. After that we needed to backtrack. The trail went cold.”

“Good God, you think she is witless? A fool? If she wanted to get a way, she would never run home where we could catch up to her with ease. Think, man, where would she run to?” Nelson stalked the room, cursing as he tried to think of all the possibilities. “Get Anice!” he bellowed. When both men turned to leave, “No, Angus, you stay. Where do you think she went? You been watching her for the last week. What does she do with her time? Who does she see?” Nelson wondered if there was a man, a lover in her life. If there was, he’d kill the man.

“A lass of her breeding, she must have run to a friend’s home. Where else? I’ve not seen her with anyone except her sisters,” his bodyguard answered.

“I don’t believe that could be true. Check all the country roads leading from here. I’m thinking she might have fled into the city. She can find numerous places to hide in Glasgow. Once I speak with her mother, the two of us will take the main road into the city. On foot, she could not get very far. We’ll catch her.” Nelson hit a fist into his palm, his anger simmering. “By God, she will pay for this childish act of rebellion!”

The tap at the door brought Nelson back to the present. He caught his breath, schooled his emotions. Didn’t wish to give his feelings away. Anice would be no more pleased than he at this sudden turn of events. He hoped she would have some ideas as to where to look. Though Anice knew little about her daughter, she would have an idea or two.

“What is it?” Anice slipped inside the door, smiling for a moment until she saw the heated look on his features. For an instant she froze as if searching his expression for a clue.

“Just as we feared, your daughter fled. It was quite the trick. I had three grown men watching her,” he gritted out behind clenched teeth. Despite his efforts to stay calm, his fists clenched. “She ran! Got away from my men with the help of her sisters. You need to discipline your brood. They seem to dictate the events in your family instead of you.”

“How?” Anice sounded confused by his words. Didn’t seem to listen to what he told her. “She has nowhere to go. I’ve kept her and her sisters sheltered. Made certain they had no friends. None of my daughters have any person to turn to seeking help.” She stepped into the room. So close to him the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. “The girls have never had close friends. She must have thought to run home…but…that would do her no good.”

“Knowing you would call me as soon as you found my runaway fiancée? I don’t think so. One of the reasons I chose your daughter was because of her intelligence. I loathe women without brains or common sense. Maggie is worthy of becoming my countess. I want her back! This game she plays is already tiresome. She will pay. After that she will obey.” This time, his palm hit the table hard, rocking the glasses of wine he poured recently. Some of the red merlot slipped down the sides of the crystal, pooling on the white linen soaking the cloth in red.

“I’ve no doubt you will discover her whereabouts. Until the wedding in three weeks, you may keep her with you under guard.”

“I’ll have to find the girl first.”

“You will. Maggie is willful. However,” Anice paused, tapping her well-manicured nail to her chin. She sipped in a breath of air. “If you threaten her with one of her sisters, she will comply in an instant. Obey any demand you put forth. They are close, too close since I’ve allowed them no friends. They’ve known from a tender age that their marriage would be contracted. Known they have no voice in who I choose for them. As you say this little act of defiance is already tiresome.”

“Would need to catch the lady in question first,” Nelson muttered beneath his breath, understanding the truth of Anice’s words. “If she makes it into the city, we’ll have a difficult time tracing her. I’m going to ride there myself.” Nelson wasn’t certain what he would do when he got his hands on her. He wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled. After that he wanted to lock her in a closet until the day of their wedding. He could do none of those things. What he was grateful for was that Anice told him what he could hold over her head. With threats to her sisters, she would comply with whatever he wished. He would mold her to be whatever he desired at whatever given time.

“Good idea. I’ll take the girls home. They won’t eat until they tell me Maggie’s plans. They are stubborn little things. Though after a day or two without food, they will comply. The three of them have never been without.”

A day or two… Nelson wasn’t certain he had that long. If he didn’t catch up with her soon, she might find help. People who would stand against him in this forced wedding that was planned. He caught his breath. The last lady he’d seen leaving the powder room this evening before he walked inside was the Duchess of Southcliff. The duke and duchess were powerful. He hissed in a long breath of air. The Stewarts never supported his endeavors. Always spoke out against him. If Maggie found help with Lacie Stewart, he might not ever find her. Ever. The duke had the means along with the associates to get Maggie out of the country. The devil, he could send her anywhere. He would never see her again. All his plans would be for naught.

Nelson watched Anice as she swept regally from the room, her skirts swishing around her trim ankles. She was still a beautiful and cunning woman. Through arranged matches for her girls, she meant to capitalize on her daughters, increasing her fortune in the process. She didn’t care about their happiness. Only hers.

Cursing his bad luck he headed for the stables, grabbing his coat as he left the house. He leapt upon the black stallion he called Midnight. Shoved his heels into the animal’s flanks then took off. Cold wind swept down from the craigs. Snow began to fall, blanketing the road. She would freeze in this weather. If that happened, she would be useless to him. After a few minutes, he eased the stallion into an easy canter. While he set his gaze on the road in front of him, he also watched the sides, stared into the ditches. Listened to the rustling of the leaves. If she walked this way, wouldn’t there be footprints in the snow? Not enough snow, but soon. With the cloud coverage, it was too damn dark to see anything.

A lumbering cart loomed in front of him. A possible ride for his runaway fiancée.

Pulling up next to the driver, he peered into the back. The man was carrying grain. There were blankets along with tools beside the sacs. The man looked at him. “Sir?”

“Have you seen a wee lass?” Nelson motioned with his hands as to her size. “She was wearing a yellow ball gown and a dark brown cape. Her hair is light brown when the light catches the strands just right her hair appears golden. You might have seen her?”

“Believe I did. Maybe.” He lifted his shoulders with a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe not. I heard some rustling of the bushes about a mile back. Thought it was deer grazing. Nothing more. You lost a lady? How can that be? How does a man lose his woman?”

Nelson didn’t appreciate the sound of his snicker. “I’ll find her. Mind if I look in the back of your wagon?”

Again, he lifted his shoulders, his smile broad. If the man was hiding anything, his demeanor didn’t hint at it. “Suit yourself. Won’t be findin’ nothing but grain and some old tools. Building myself a new shed. Might be a waste of your time. You should be turning that big black stallion of yours around. Go home where it’s warm.” The man stopped the wagon while Nelson leapt on board.

He moved the blankets. Nothing. Poked at a few of the sacks of grain with his foot. “You’re right. A waste of my time. You said you heard something a few miles back? A deer?” Or a lady trying to hide herself?

“About a mile, yes. Hope you find the lass sometime before she freezes. There are all kinds of animals out there that could harm her if you get my drift. The worst carries himself on two legs.”

Nelson was back on his horse. Tipped his hat. The city wasn’t that far. He didn’t intend to backtrack. Perhaps if he did miss her, he would now be ahead of her. There was one place he intended to look first. The duke and duchess were reported to help out some of the homeless at one of the parks. If they talked, this would be the place Lacie Stewart would send his wayward fiancée. The duchess’ sister fed many of the homeless women who showed up there needing aid.

He wasn’t wrong about her destination. Wasn’t ahead of her but there she was. When he saw the yellow gown, he headed straight for the woman.

“Maggie!”