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“But we kidnapped Lord Rushton,” Eve reminded her.

“That is different. We were only facilitating the inevitable. Lord Halifax took you against your will and intended you harm. The brigand,” she said with surprising force. “He deserved getting shot and it would serve him right if he dies—though I hope he does not. It is better for Lord Rushton if we do not have to flee the Continent.”

Eve recalled the fury in Lord Rushton’s eyes when he punched Lord Halifax, then the determination when he’d lifted his pistol and shot the earl. A tremor rippled through Eve’s stomach. He’d been in a cold rage.

“Well, now that he’s whisked us off in a ship, Lord Rushton will have no choice but to marry me,” Grace went on, “which means you must marry Lord Somerset.”

“It means nothing of the sort.” Though she seriously wondered how she was going to avoid marriage after a trip to Gretna and an unchaperoned voyage to the Highlands.

“The captain can marry us,” Grace said. “Once Lord Rushton has had a good night’s sleep, we will speak of it.”

“Take care,” Eve said. “His lordship was angry over our plans to marry him to you.”

“True. Perhaps we trod upon his male pride. Men do not care to be ordered about by a woman, at least not until they are married, and even then it is best if they think they have acted of their own accord.”

“That sounds like advice our mother would give.”

“It is.”

“If you are foolish enough to listen to her, then you deserve the consequences. Lord Rushton is no fool. You received a taste of his temper when you suggested the two of you consummate your marriage on the carriage ride from Gretna. My God, what possessed you to suggest such a thing?”

“He did respond rather violently,” she replied in a quiet tone, to Eve’s surprise. “I don’t understand. He was almost…”

“Prudish,” Eve finished for her.

“Yes, that is it.” Grace scrunched up her nose. “Quite unbecoming.”

Eve stared. “What?”

“He is not at all cooperating.”

“How dare he?” Eve said.

Grace’s brows furrowed. “Are you mocking me?”

“Clearly, he is in the wrong for not going along with your plans.”

Grace’s eyes narrowed. “You are no better than me, Eve Crenshaw. I told a small lie. You, however, had him kidnapped.”

And there it was. Their mother would be proud.

*****

Erroll halted outside the ladies’ cabin door with Oscar and Somerset at his side.  “Are you gentlemen ready?”

“A man is never ready when it comes to Miss Crenshaw,” Oscar said under his breath.

“Which Miss Crenshaw?” Erroll asked, then shook his head. “Never mind. They’re both troublesome.” Though the elder sister had proven more troublesome than any other woman he’d known.

“I may have done you an injustice,” Somerset said. “I’m beginning to see how you got tangled up in this mess.”

“I am gratified.” Erroll knocked on the door and called, “May we speak with you, ladies?”

A moment of silence passed before Miss Eve Crenshaw called, “Come in.”

Erroll entered, his reinforcements close behind. The ladies sat at the small table, their hands folded demurely in their laps. That, he decided, was not a good sign. His gaze snagged on Eve Crenshaw’s torn sleeve. He would have to do something about that dress.

“Ladies.” He gave a slight bow.

Somerset followed suit, and said, “Are you well?”

“We are fine,” Miss Eve Crenshaw replied. “And you gentlemen?”

“As well as can be expected,” Erroll rejoined.

“Oh dear,” she said. “Do you get seasick, my lord? Perhaps a voyage wasn’t the best idea. We are barely out of harbor. The gentle waves we have experienced thus far are nothing compared to the massive swells we are sure to encounter at sea. I would advise a diet of dried toast. That will be much easier when the waves pitch your stomach into your throat.”

Erroll suspected she would enjoy seeing his stomach pitch into his throat. “I have spent some time at sea, madam.”

“Ah, yes,” she said. “You were in the navy. That must have been terrible for you, with your seasickness and all. I hope you can manage all right for the duration of this voyage.”

“I will muddle through,” he said.

“I have never been on a ship before,” the younger sister joined in. “This should prove to be quite an adventure.”

Erroll eyed her. “I would think you had had enough adventure for one day.”

“I have, but bear in mind, sir, the only reason Eve ended up in Gretna is because Lord Halifax was angry with you. That means the duel you fought with him had nothing to do with us.”

So the younger Miss Crenshaw was giving him a gentle but firm setback in payment for taking her to task over the suggestion they consummate their marriage in a carriage. The young lady had a bit of backbone.

“I feel certain I could have caught him long before he reached Gretna had I not been…indisposed,” Erroll said.

She gave an elegant cant of her head. “Of course. But you still would have shot him.”

The girl would choose this moment to argue logic. “Perhaps,” he said, “but we three—we five—wouldn’t have ended up on this ship.”

She laughed. “I imagine we would have found ourselves together in some fashion. Eve is quite determined not to marry you.”

That she was. He clasped his hands behind his back. “I have a few instructions for you ladies.”

“Instructions?” the younger asked, but the elder cast him a suspicious look.

“You are not to leave this room. There are no locks on any of the doors aboard ship, so Oscar,” he nodded toward the brute, who stood nearest the door, “will remain stationed outside your room to ensure no one enters.”

“Or leaves,” Miss Eve Crenshaw said under her breath.

There it was. “Forgive me, madam, if I am skittish in regards to your ability to follow orders, but there is no room for shenanigans on this voyage. I do not wish a repeat of this morning.”

“None of these sailors will try to kidnap me,” she said.

Erroll stopped cold. “No. They would simply finish the job Halifax started.”

Her mouth parted in a silent gasp.

“We shall do exactly as you say,” Grace Crenshaw said. “But how are we to stay in this tiny, stale room for the next three days?”

“I will arrange for you to take walks, but you will be escorted by either Oscar or Lord Somerset.”

“What about you?” she asked. “Surely, you do not plan to abandon us the entire voyage?”

“Count yourselves fortunate I did not abandon you in Gretna Green.”

“Lord Rushton,” Eve said, “at this point, you must admit that the three of us are equally to blame for this mess. It really is unfair to snipe at Grace.”

Hers was a rational and perceptive response. Why did that make him nervous? “Not wholly unfair,” he said, “but you have a point.” Erroll gave a small bow to the younger sister. “Forgive me, Miss Crenshaw. Now, let us begin anew. This ship is a collier, a cargo ship, and such vessels are manned by rough characters. You two ladies are not to leave this cabin without the escort of myself, Somerset, or Oscar, and only with my permission. I must know your whereabouts at all times. This, I promise, is for your safety. Understand?”

Both women murmured agreement, which didn’t allay his concerns. “I understand this is a cramped space, and will arrange for two walks a day.”

“Do you really expect someone to accost us?” Eve asked.

“The crew could be exemplary. But I do not know them.”

“If we could ask a favor,” she said. “Does the captain perhaps have any books we might borrow? It will be difficult doing nothing but staring at the walls.”

“That is a reasonable request.” Too reasonable, in fact. “I will inquire.”

“May we ask where you will be staying, my lord?”

“We gentlemen will sleep with the sailors.”

Her brow furrowed, but she said nothing. Surely she wasn’t concerned for their comfort or safety—especially not his.

“The ship will make one stop in Belfast to unload cargo,” he continued.

“Belfast,” Grace said in an excited voice, and Erroll realized what she had in mind.

“Miss Crenshaw—”

Oscar groaned.

“Too late, my lord.” the elder sister shook her head. “Grace will badger you into an early grave if you do not capitulate.”

Not if I’m absent, he thought.

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking you can hide from her,” Eve Crenshaw said, clearly reading his thoughts—or the horror that must be expressed on his face at the thought of escorting the girl for a day. “You may avoid her during the trip, but you will have to face her once we dock in Scotland. You will not escape retribution.”

The younger Miss Crenshaw beamed, clearly not the least bit chagrined at being cast as a harpy, and said with even more enthusiasm, “Papa always promised to take us to Belfast, but he never found the time. Now then, when we arrive, it will take the better part of the day to unload the coal from the ship. Why should we rusticate in this room when we can enjoy a day in the city?”

“I did not realize you were acquainted with the coal business,” Erroll said dryly.

“Am I wrong?” she asked without rancor.

Sadly, she was not, and he said so.

“Excellent. We must go into town. Eve and I require new dresses.”

“New dresses?” he blurted, and didn’t miss the hard twitch of perverse satisfaction on the elder sister’s mouth.

Grace Crenshaw said, “Indeed, Eve’s dress is torn, and we cannot wear these dresses the whole time we are away from home. Not to mention, it won’t do for us to arrive at Ravenhall soiled and dressed in rags.”

They weren’t quite dressed in rags, but Erroll refrained from pointing that out.

“What will happen once we reach Ravenhall?” Eve Crenshaw asked.

“We will sort out this mess,” he said.

“When do you think we might hear news of Lord Halifax?” she said.

Erroll shrugged. “That depends on how quickly he dies.”

Her brow furrowed into a ferocious frown. “Do not say that.”

“We are deeply gratified
you
were not killed, my lord,” her sister said.

He kept his gaze on Eve. “If I had been killed, you would be free of me.”

“I shall be free of you soon enough,” she muttered.

Erroll couldn’t deny a twinge of frustration at her staunch refusal to marry him. “There are any number of ladies who would thrill at the chance to marry me.” Though he wouldn’t marry a one of them.

“Of course,” Grace Crenshaw chimed in. “Any lady would be thrilled to have you as her husband, my lord.”

Eve Crenshaw rolled her eyes. “I imagine his title and bank account have a great deal to do with his popularity.”

“I beg your pardon?” he said. “I am a very eligible bachelor.”

“That does not make you a desirable husband.”

“It could,” Erroll said under his breath.

“Eve,” her sister said, “where are your manners? You should not talk so.”

“Tell me, Miss Crenshaw,” Erroll addressed the elder, “how do you propose we extricate ourselves from this new tangle?”

The younger sister waved a pretty hand. “Eve and I have discussed the situation. Tell him, Eve.”

“You two discussed it?” Here might begin his reckoning.

“You are a fortunate man,” Somerset said.

“So it would seem,” Erroll agreed. “Pray tell, what did you two conclude?”

“I wish I knew,” the elder sister muttered.

“Really, Eve,” her sister recriminated. “You, sir, were defending Eve’s honor when you challenged Lord Halifax to a duel. Of course, by the time we return to England, everyone will know what happened but, as you and I will be married, everyone will understand what a noble thing you did in protecting your sister-in-law’s honor. Papa will be quite proud, Eve’s reputation will be saved, and all our problems will be solved.”

Somerset laughed.

Oscar muttered something unintelligible.

The elder sister stared. “She almost makes it sound plausible.”

“She does,” Erroll agreed.

“Of course it is plausible,” Grace said. “You and I are meant for each other, my lord.”

“Meant for each other?” he blurted, then couldn’t help asking, “Why do you think so?”

“For many reasons, my lord. My beauty will compliment you in such a way that makes the envy of
Society
. This will, of course, guarantee that your heir will be a testament to you. I am well trained as hostess, so you will always shone in the best light, and you may rest easy that I will never take you to task for having a life—which means I would never embarrass you.”

Like Laura Greenwood had her husband?

“I am exactly the kind of wife you need,” she finished.

And she was, he realized in astonishment. She had all the proper qualities and understood her duty as wife to a man like him. She only lacked the one basic element he demanded from his wife: honesty.

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