Then Came You (7 page)

“Oh, no, you’re the beautiful one.”

Lily laughed and hugged her again. “How nice, to flatter your poor spinsterish sister.”

“You don’t look at all like a spinster,” Penelope said.

In spite of Alex’s amazement, his emotions rallying to battle-readiness, he had to agree. Lily was beautifully dressed in a dark blue gown and velvet cloak edged with white ermine. Her hair, unconfined by a ribbon, curled prettily around her temples and lay in wisps in front of her dainty ears. It was difficult to believe she was the same outlandish woman who had dressed in raspberry breeches and straddled a horse like a man. Pink-cheeked and smiling, she looked like a well-to-do young wife on a social call. Or an aristocratic courtesan.

Lily saw him as she looked over Penelope’s shoulder. Without shame or even a trace of discomposure, she disentangled herself from her sister and walked up to the circular steps to where he stood. Extending a small hand to him, she smiled impudently. “Straight into the enemy camp,” she murmured. The sight of his thunderous scowl caused her dark eyes to gleam in satisfaction.

Wisely Lily restrained herself from grinning outright. It wouldn’t do to send Raiford into a rage. He was angry, though. Certainly he hadn’t expected her to come sailing up to the door of his country estate. Oh, she hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much! She had never felt such pure delight in provoking a man. By the time she was through with Wolverton, his entire world would be turned upside down.

She felt no remorse for what she planned to do. It was an outrage, this pairing of Wolverton and her sister. The wrongness of it was evident just in glancing at these two. Penny was as fragile as a white-petaled anemone, her golden hair shining with the soft gleam of a child’s. She had no defense against those who would bully and intimidate her, no recourse except to bend like a delicate reed in the face of a violent storm.

And Wolverton was ten times worse than Lily had remembered him. His features, so harshly perfect and remote, with those clear, pale eyes, and the stern jut of his chin…there was no compassion, no gentleness in that face. The brutal power of his body, all muscle and sinewed tension, was evident in spite of his civilized attire. He needed a woman who was as cynical as he was, insensitive to his barbs.

Alex ignored Lily’s hand. He stared at her coldly. “Leave,” he growled. “Now.”

A chill scattered over her back, but Lily smiled demurely. “My lord, I wish to see my family. It’s been far too long.”

Before Alex could reply, he heard Totty and George’s exclamations behind him.

“Wilhemina!”

“Lily…Good Gad . . .”

There was silence, all of them forming a frozen tableau. Their gazes centered on Lily’s petite form. Rapidly the cockiness and self-assurance on Lily’s face faded, until she resembled an uncertain little girl. Nervously her white teeth pulled at her delicate lower lip. “Mama?” she asked softly. “Mama, will you try to forgive me?”

Totty burst into tears and came forward, holding her chubby arms wide. “Wilhemina, you might have come before. I’ve been so afraid I would never see you again!”

Lily flew to her, laughing and crying. The two women embraced and talked at the same time.

“Mama, you haven’t changed at all…and how splendidly you’ve done with Penny…she’s the toast of the season…”

“Dear, we’ve heard such dreadful tales of your carryings-on…I always worry, you know…merciful heavens, what have you done to your hair?”

Self-consciously Lily raised a hand to her short, curly locks and grinned. “Is it too dreadful, Mama?”

“It suits you.” Totty admitted. “Rather becoming, actually.”

Lily saw her father and hurried to him. “Papa!”

Awkwardly George patted her slender back, and pushed her away gently. “There, there, no need to carry on. Gad, such scenes you cause, Lily. And in front of Lord Raiford. Are you in some sort of trouble? Why have you come here of all places? And now of all times?”

“I’m in no trouble at all,” Lily said, smiling at her father. They were of similarly small stature, standing nearly face-to-face. “I would have come sooner, but I was uncertain of my reception. I want to share in the joy of Penny’s wedding. Naturally if my presence displeases the earl, I will leave immediately. I’ve no wish to cause trouble for anyone. I just thought that I might be allowed to stay for a week or so.” She glanced at Alex and added cautiously, “I would be on my best behavior. I would be a veritable saint.”

Alex’s gaze bore through her like an icicle. He was tempted to shove her back into the ornate carriage and tell the driver to head straight for London. Or a far hotter place.

Confronted with his silence, Lily appeared to be perturbed. “But perhaps there isn’t enough room for me here?” She craned her neck up to stare at the towering mansion, letting her gaze travel across the endless rows of windows and balconies.

Alex gritted his teeth together. It would have been the greatest pleasure of his life to throttle her. He understood what she was doing. To refuse her now would paint him as an inhospitable blackguard in her family’s eyes. Penelope was already regarding him with anxious dismay.

“Alex,” Penelope beseeched, coming up to him and placing a hand on his arm. It was the first time she had ever voluntarily touched him. “Alex, there is enough room here for my sister, isn’t there? If she says she will conduct herself well, I am certain that she will.”

Lily clucked affectionately. “Now, Penny, let us not embarrass his lordship. I will find some other occasion to see you, I promise.”

“No, I wish you to stay,” Penelope cried, her fingers tightening on Alex’s arm. “Please, my lord, please allow her to remain here!”

“There’s no need to beg,” Alex muttered. How could he refuse his fiancee when she was pleading with him in front of her family, the butler, and every servant within earshot? He glared at Lily, expecting to see a gleam of triumph in her eyes, a smug tilt to her lips. But she wore a forbearing expression that would have become Joan of Arc. Damn her! “Do whatever you want,” he said to Penelope. “Just keep her out of my sight.”

“Oh, thank you!” Penelope whirled in delight, hugged Lily and then Totty. “Mama, isn’t it wonderful?”

In the midst of Penelope’s torrent of gratitude, Lily approached Alex calmly. “Raiford, I’m afraid you and I have got off to a bad start,” she said. “It was entirely my fault. Can’t we forget the bloody hunt and begin again?”

She was so sincere, so frank and appealing. Alex didn’t believe any of it. “Miss Lawson,” he said with deliberate slowness, “if you do anything to undermine my interests…”

“You’ll what?” Lily smiled at him provocatively. There was nothing he could do to hurt her.

The worst had been done to her long ago. She wasn’t afraid of him.

“I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life,” he said softly.

Lily’s smile faded as he strode away. Suddenly Derek’s warning came to her ears…Listen to me, gypsy. Let it be…Stay clear ow ‘is path…Lily pushed the words out of her mind, shrugging impatiently. Alex Raiford was only a man, and she could run circles around him. Hadn’t she just gained herself an invitation to stay right underneath his roof for the next few weeks? She looked at her mother and sister and laughed quietly.

“I asked Wolverton if he loved you.”

Lily had taken the first opportunity to steer Penelope to a private room where they could have, as she put it, a “sisterly chat.” Immediately she had launched into an account of the Middleton hunt, determined to make Penny understand what manner of man she was engaged to.

“Oh, Lily, you didn’t!” Penelope put her hands over her eyes and moaned. “But why would you do such a thing?” Suddenly she surprised Lily by bursting into giggles. “I can’t imagine how his lordship replied!”

“I don’t see what is so amusing,” Lily said with perplexed dignity. “I am trying to have a serious conversation with you about your future, Penny.”

“My future is well in hand! Or was, rather.” Choking with dismayed laughter, Penelope covered her mouth with her hand.

Indignantly Lily wondered why the story of her meeting with Wolverton at the hunt was causing her sister amusement, instead of making her properly alarmed. “In response to my perfectly straightforward question, Wolverton was rude, evasive, and insulting. In my opinion, he is not a gentleman, and is far from worthy of you.”

Penelope shrugged helplessly. “All of London recognizes him as a splendid catch.”

“I beg to differ.” Lily paced back and forth in front of the canopied bed, repeatedly slapping a kid glove in her palm. “What are the qualities that make him a good catch? His looks? Well, I admit he could be considered handsome but only in a bland, cold, unremarkable sort of way.”

“I . . .1 suppose that is a matter of taste…”

“And as to his fortune,” Lily continued vigorously. “There are many other men who have the means to take care of you and keep you in a fine style. His title? You could easily land someone with even bluer blood and more impressive lineage. And you can’t claim you have any great liking for Wolverton, Penny!”

“The arrangement has been made and settled between Papa and Lord Raiford,” Penelope replied softly. “And while it is true that I do not love him, I never expected to. If I am fortunate, that sort of feeling may come later. That is the way of things. I am not like you, Lily. I have always been very conventional.”

Lily uttered a garbled curse and stared at her in frustration. Something about her sister’s prosaic manner was making Lily feel much as she had during her rebellious youth, when everyone had seemed to have an understanding of the world that she could not share in. What was their secret? Why did a loveless arranged marriage make sense to everyone else and not to her? Clearly she’d enjoyed too much freedom for too long. She sat on the bed next to Penelope. “I don’t see why you’re so agreeable to the prospect of marrying a man you don’t care for.” Lily tried to sound brisk, but her voice came out plaintive.

“I am not agreeable, just resigned. Do forgive me for saying it, Lily, but you are a romantic, in the worst sense of the word.”

Lily scowled. “Not at all! I have quite a hardbitten, practical nature. I’ve been dealt enough knocks to develop a realistic understanding of the world and its workings, and therefore I know ”

“Dearest Lily.” Penelope took her hand and pressed it between her own. “Since I was a little girl, I’ve always thought of you as the most beautiful, most courageous, most everything. But not practical. Never practical.”

Lily withdrew her hand and regarded her younger sister in amazement. It seemed that Penelope wasn’t going to be as cooperative as she had expected. Well, the plan still had to be carried out. It was for Penny’s own good, whether or not she admitted that she needed to be rescued. “I don’t want to talk about myself,” she said abruptly. “I want to talk about you. Of all the swains in London, there must have been someone you preferred over Wolverton.” She arched her brows meaningfully. “Such as Zachary Stamford. Hmm?”

Penelope was quiet for a long time, her thoughts seeming to drift to some faraway place. A wistful smile appeared on her face. “Dear Zachary,” she whispered. Then she shook her head. “My situation is settled. Lily, you know that I have never asked you for anything. But I am asking you now, from the depths of my heart, please do not take it into your head to ‘help’ me. I am going to abide by Papa and Mama’s decision and marry Lord Raiford. It is my obligation.” She snapped her fingers as if a new idea had occurred to her. “Why don’t we direct our attention toward finding a husband for you?”

“Good God.” Lily wrinkled her nose. “I have no use for men. Of course, they can be great fun on the hunting field and in the gaming room. But other times…oh, men are too bloody inconvenient. Greedy, demanding creatures. I can’t abide the thought of being at someone’s beck and call, and being treated as a forward child instead of a woman with her own opinions.”

“Men are useful if one desires a family.” Like all proper young girls of her station, Penelope had been taught that bearing children was a woman’s most laudable role.

The words gave Lily an unpleasant sensation, stirring up painful emotions. “Yes,” she said bitterly. “They’re certainly helpful in producing children.”

“You don’t wish to be alone forever, do you?”

“Better that than to be some man’s pawn!” Lily didn’t realize she had spoken aloud until she saw the confusion on Penelope’s face. Giving her a quick smile, Lily fumbled for a shawl draped over a chair. “May I borrow this? I believe I’ll go exploring, perhaps take a stroll outside. It’s rather stuffy in here.”

“But Lily-”

“We’ll talk more later. I promise. I-I’ll see you at supper, dear.” Hurriedly Lily left and strode through the hall and down the ornate staircase, not caring where she was going. Ignoring her sumptuous surroundings, she kept her head down. “My God, I’ve got to be careful,” she whispered. Lately her self-control had been stretched to its limits, and she wasn’t guarding her words carefully enough. Wandering through the great hall, she found herself in a gallery at least one hundred feet long, illuminated with the light from a row of glass doors. Through the well-polished glass she could see a formal garden with smooth green lawns and bordered paths. A brisk walk was just what she needed. Flinging the shawl around her shoulders, Lily went outside, relishing the cool bite of the breeze.The garden was magnificent, dignified and lush, divided into many sections by precisely trimmed yew hedges. There was a chapel garden with a tiny stream and a small round pool filled with white lilies. It opened into the rose garden, a multitude of flowers surrounding a large and rare Ayrshire rose bush. Lily walked along a garden wall covered with vines and climbing roses. She ascended a series of weathered steps that led to a terrace overlooking an artificial lake. Nearby was a fountain surrounded by a pride of a dozen strutting peacocks. There was an aura of absolute serenity in the garden. It seemed like an enchanted place, where nothing bad could ever happen.

Her attention was drawn by a planting of fruit trees on the east side of the estate. The sight of them reminded Lily of the lemon garden of the Italian villa where she had lived for two years. She and Nicole had spent most of their time in the garden or in the many-columned loggia at the back of the little house. Sometimes she had taken Nicole for walks in the shady wooded bosco nearby.