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  Caroline finished the set with her father when Charity rushed up to her with breathless anticipation. “Uncle, if you will excuse us, Caroline and I would like to have a word together.”

  Caroline meekly followed her cousin across the room. “This alcove affords enough privacy,” Charity declared. She held her spectacles in her hands and put them on when she was seated next to Caroline. “I had thought we could talk on the balcony but we would freeze, of course.”

  Caroline smiled and patted her cousin’s hand. “Don’t be nervous, Charity. In two days you will be married to the man you love and everything will be wonderful.”

  “Is it wonderful?” Charity whispered the question and then frowned over it. “I do wish Mama was here. I’m frightened about … well, you know what about, and I have grave misgivings.”

  “Charity, it will be fine.” Caroline felt vastly superior and then recalled how frightened she had been on her own wedding night. She felt herself blush. “Paul doesn’t expect you to know how,” she explained with growing embarrassment over the topic. “And it is really quite nice.”

  Charity smiled. “I do like it when he kisses me,” she admitted. “And I know that you wouldn’t lie to me. If you say that it is wonderful, then it must be.”

  Caroline smiled, hoping that Charity wouldn’t ask specific questions, and was thankful when her cousin stood up and removed her spectacles. “You’ve made me feel so much better.”

  Charity disappeared in a flutter of pink satin, no doubt in search of her intended, and Caroline had just stood up when the tall and lanky Terrence St. James appeared and begged her for a moment of her time.

  Caroline declined the invitation. It wasn’t at all proper, as the alcove completely hid them from the view of the crowd. Besides that fact, Caroline didn’t want to talk to the dandy. His looks didn’t conceal his attraction for her and she was irritated by it. She was, after all, a married woman!

  “I only wanted to ask your permission to meet while you are here in London,” St. James stated. “Now that you are married, a diversion …” He shrugged, leaving the rest of the sentence undone.

  Caroline couldn’t believe the man’s gall. “I will ignore your insult this time,” she said. Her voice was as frigid as the look in her eyes, and she pushed her way past him with a shiver of disgust.

  “But you do not understand,” Terrence whispered behind her.

  Caroline pretended she hadn’t heard him, spotted her father in a group across the room, and immediately threaded her way to his side.

  She contained her anger, thinking that she understood exactly what the odious Englishman had in mind. She decided to speak to Bradford about the disgusting morals of some of the men she had encountered and then put the matter aside.

  Caroline spent several minutes looking for Bradford after a short dance with Paul, and he suggested that her husband might be in the library. Caroline went off in that direction. She had already told her father that she was tired and would be leaving soon. Now all she had to do was collect her husband and be on her way. Rachel Tillman and Terrence St. James had both put her in a pensive mood and she only wanted to leave the noise and the frivolity. Most of all, she wanted to be held by Bradford.

  Caroline wasn’t aware that Terrence trailed her until she had knocked on the door to the library and opened it to peek inside. The room was empty and Caroline was about to turn around when Terrence all but shoved her inside and shut the door behind him.

  “Get out of my way,” Caroline demanded. She was angry enough to bring him to his knees and became more furious when St. James shook his head.

  “I am extremely wealthy,” he began. “I could give you—”

  Caroline’s patience was at an end. She pushed him out of the way and started toward the door when St. James’s voice turned sour. “I’m really not wealthy at all,” he remarked as he blocked her path. “And I’m being paid a considerable amount to put you in a compromising position. Your husband is a jealous man, my dear.”

  “Yes, he is,” Caroline answered. She backed away, thinking to make her way to the desk and grab the candelabra to use as a weapon. “Jealous enough to kill you.”

  “Never with such a crowd,” he returned.

  “Why?” Caroline asked. “Why are you doing this?”

  “The money, of course,” Terrence returned with a negligent shrug. “Rachel will pay up tomorrow. She really is quite upset with you, my dear.”

  Caroline reached the desk and turned, but she wasn’t fast enough. Terrence St. James was on her, twisting and turning her until her arms were pinned against her sides. His hold was steely with purpose. “I won’t mind kissing you. You’re quite delectable. It’ll be worth a punch or two from your irate husband.”

  Caroline stood rigid in his arms. She no longer struggled but waited for her opportunity. Terrence’s legs were far enough apart for what she had in mind and as soon as he relaxed, she would do just what her cousin Caimen had instructed her to do to break a man’s hold.

  “My husband will believe what I tell him,” Caroline boasted.

  Terrence shifted his legs and Caroline immediately put her right foot between his feet. The sound of voices reached both of them at the same instant. Caroline opened her mouth to scream and Terrence swooped down to silence her with his mouth.

  The door opened just as Caroline was about to raise her knee and hopefully inflict excruciating pain upon her captor.

  She wasn’t given the chance. Bradford’s rage proved quicker than lightning. Terrence St. James was ripped from his hold on Caroline and thrown over the desk with such speed that Caroline was dazed by it. She got out of the way just as Terrence’s feet flew by her face.

  Caroline couldn’t see her husband’s face, as his back was turned to her. He was watching St. James try to get back on his feet. Caroline turned to the door, where Milford stood, obviously blocking anyone’s entrance.

  St. James finally stood up, only to be knocked back down with one powerful thrust into his midsection.

  Caroline rushed around to Bradford’s side and finally saw his expression. A chill of apprehension shot down her spine. He was looking at her and his face showed his outrage, his disgust, and his disdain.

  “What are you thinking?” Caroline whispered the question and waited for her answer.

  “Be silent!”

  The cold demand appalled Caroline. She was so undone by the anger in his voice and the look on his face that she started to cry. Dear God, did he actually believe that she had welcomed the horrid man’s advances? She shook her head, denying it was true, denying that he could think so little of her.

  St. James proved to be as stupid as he was greedy. He once again struggled to his feet. Bradford turned back to him, grabbed him by the throat, and with one hand slammed him up against the bookcase.

  Terrence looked like a dangling puppet, straining against Bradford’s hold while his face slowly turned a blotchy red. Caroline tried to push her husband’s hand away, but without success. She turned to Milford and begged him to interfere.

  “Don’t let him kill him,” she demanded.

  Milford’s answer was a shrug of indifference. Caroline brushed the tears from her eyes and turned back to her husband. “Bradford, you’ll be hanged if you kill him. And he has yet to tell you what he was doing,” Caroline argued.

  “I know damn well what you were both doing,” Bradford cracked back.

  Milford did interfere then. “He isn’t worth the trouble, Brad. Throw him out with the garbage.”

  “And just what were we doing?” Caroline asked. “Tell me, Bradford. Say what you’re thinking.”

  Bradford’s expression slowly changed until he looked almost bored. He let go of his captive and watched him crumble to the floor.

  St. James wasn’t dead. Caroline listened to his gasps for air as she waited for her husband to answer her.

  “Brad, listen to your wife. Caroline, explain what happened here,” Milford stated, trying to play the rol
e of mediator.

  “I won’t explain anything,” Caroline stated. Her voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. Her hands were clenched into fists, the only show of her anger. “You saw what happened. Draw your own conclusions. My husband already has his answers. Don’t you, Bradford?” She started toward the door but Bradford stayed her with a light grip on her arm.

  “I believe that you were innocent in this,” Bradford finally said. His voice was clipped and still terribly cold. “Stay here until we’re ready to leave. Milford? See to the carriage.”

  “You see to it,” Milford returned. He wasn’t about to leave Bradford with St. James. He knew, from the ramrod posture, that his friend wasn’t completely over his fury yet.

  Bradford muttered an explicit remark and left the room.

  Milford walked over to Terrence and nudged him with his boot. “I suggest you crawl out of here before Bradford gets back.”

  Caroline stood in the center of the room, her gaze downcast, and St. James took a wide path to get around her.

  Milford watched his departure and then walked over to Caroline. He put his hand on her shoulder to offer comfort and frowned when she jerked away.

  “Tell me what happened,” he implored. His voice was soothing, his aim to calm her.

  Caroline shook her head. “You would only tell Bradford,” she whispered.

  “And would that be so terrible?”

  His voice, so tender and caring, pulled at Caroline. She trembled and clasped her hands together in an effort to stop. She wouldn’t allow the comfort Milford offered, knowing instinctively that any show of kindness would completely destroy her composure.

  “I would like to go home now.” She moved back another space when Milford tried to touch her again.

  The agony in her tone shamed him. She held herself erect with dignity and her expression was controlled, but the pain still radiated in her tone.

  “Bradford will be back in a minute,” Milford said. “Caroline, he has just told you that he knows you’re innocent. He’s only angry with St. James.”

  Caroline shook her head, stopping Milford’s explanation. “Not at first,” she contradicted. “He believed the worst …”

  “When he calms down—”

  “I don’t want to go home with Bradford.” Caroline’s statement interrupted Milford’s earnest reply.

  “That’s too damn bad.” The harsh remark came from the doorway, where the Duke of Bradford stood.

  Caroline refused to look at him. She felt her cape being thrown over her shoulders and then she was hauled up against Bradford’s side.

  They didn’t speak a single word to each other all the way home. Caroline used the time to calm her anger. She could feel Bradford’s glare and still refused to look at him.

  Her heart was shattered and she had no one to blame but herself. She was, she decided, a fool. He couldn’t hurt her like this if she hadn’t fallen in love with him. She had trusted him with her heart and was now feeling nearly destroyed because of it. His unreasonable jealousy and his distrust were both unfounded and so illogical that Caroline didn’t know how to combat either, how to protect herself. She remembered how he had turned on her when Claymere had stolen the ill-wanted kisses the night of her father’s dinner party. His wrath had been directed at her as much as at Claymere. Tonight she had witnessed that same look for the briefest of seconds. The fury had been directed toward her.

  By the time they had arrived back at Bradford’s townhouse, all Caroline wanted to do was lock herself in her bedroom and cry. She felt like a wounded animal seeking a safe sanctuary.

  Bradford watched Caroline start up the steps to the bedrooms and demanded that she follow him into the library to discuss what had happened.

  Caroline just kept on going, completely ignoring her husband’s order. She made it to her bedroom door before Bradford jerked her around to face him. “Didn’t you hear me? Into the library!”

  “No.” Caroline turned, walked inside, and then shut the door in her astonished husband’s face.

  The door flew open and bounced against the wall. Bradford stormed inside and followed Caroline to the bed. His wife sat on the edge, her hands gripped together in her lap.

  He stood before her, legs braced apart, hands on hips. Caroline looked up at his face, saw his angry expression, and let her own fury explode. “After tonight, I’ll probably never speak to you again.”

  The vehemence in her voice infuriated him. “You’ll explain why you were in the library with St. James if I have to beat it out of you.”

  “You wouldn’t lay a hand on me.” Caroline’s quiet statement of her belief surprised Bradford, knocking some of the wind out of him.

  “And how do you know that?” he demanded, though his voice had lowered in volume.

  “You don’t have to use your fists when your looks and thoughts can do so much more damage. And you would never hit a woman; it isn’t in your nature.”

  Bradford admitted to himself that she was right. Empty threats wouldn’t accomplish his goal. He decided to use calm reasoning. “Tell me what happened.”

  “If you’ll answer my question, then I’ll tell you everything,” Caroline countered. “I already know the truth but I want to hear you admit it.” She stood up and faced her husband. “When you first saw me with St. James, you believed that I had betrayed you, didn’t you?”

  “I know you had no part in—”

  “That isn’t what I asked,” Caroline stated. “Answer me now. The truth, Bradford!”

  He frowned and then shrugged. “It was a natural conclusion and yes, for just a second or two, I did believe that you had betrayed me. You said earlier in the evening that you wanted to meet someone. I realized that I had overreacted, however, and know that you’re innocent of any deception.”

  Caroline’s shoulders slumped and she shook her head. “I was going to have a private talk with Charity,” she returned. “She was the one I was meeting. Now I’ll tell you what happened. I went looking for you. Paul suggested that you might be in the library and Terrence St. James followed me. Rachel is going to pay him for placing me in a compromising position. You see, everyone knows how jealous you are, everyone but your foolish wife! And St. James needed money. I actually boasted to him that you would believe me and not what you saw. I was mistaken.” The last was whispered with a sob.

  “Don’t turn this around,” Bradford snapped. “You specifically promised to stay by my side tonight. The first time I turn my back, you end up—”

  “I was trying to find you,” Caroline argued. “I’ve made a mistake.”

  “You’re right about that,” Bradford returned.

  “My mistake was marrying you. My mistake was trusting you with my heart. My error was falling in love with you. But love and hate are twin emotions and right this minute I think I almost hate you. And it’s all your own fault,” Caroline ranted. “You’re slowly strangling all the love right out of me.”

  She turned her back on him then and began to get undressed, trying to dismiss his very presence in her mind.

  When she had stripped down to her chemise, she tried to move around Bradford to go into his bedroom to get her robe, but he blocked her exit.

  “Why are you frowning, Bradford? You should be gloating now,” Caroline commented in a frosty voice. “Since the day we met you’ve been waiting for me to deceive you. You’re so sure I’m like all the other women of your past, and I’ve just proven that you’re right. I’m no better than a courtesan, am I?”

  “What are you talking about?” Bradford demanded.

  “You think it’s your duty to protect me from myself, don’t you? We poor females are so weak, and of course none of us have any morals to speak of. Why, we can’t help jumping into bed with the first available man, can we? Tell me this, Bradford. How was I ever able to stay a virgin until our marriage?”

  “Damn it, you’re not making sense.” He hadn’t meant to yell, but she was getting too close to the truth for comfort’s sa
ke.

  “England is a horrid place,” Caroline whispered. “In all the years I lived in Boston, only once was I involved with such scoundrels! They were three drunk men and I was on the wrong side of town. But here, no matter where I turn, I’m assaulted, and threatened … and Dear God, it isn’t just by strangers. My own husband assaults me with his horrible thoughts. I want to go home. I want to go back to Boston.”

  Caroline started to cry.

  “Caroline, I’ve never hidden the fact that I have a quick temper.”

  “It doesn’t do any good to yell at a deaf person or demand that a blind man see. Tonight I’ve realized you have your beliefs so firmly entrenched that nothing is going to change you. You aren’t ever going to trust me with your heart. You aren’t capable of it,” Caroline said. “I should never have married you,” she repeated.

  “You weren’t given a choice,” Bradford remarked. He could feel himself getting angry again over her harsh remarks. That she dared to talk to him in such a way infuriated him.

  He watched as Caroline got into bed and pulled the covers over her. She turned on her side, away from him.

  “Kindly remove yourself from my bedroom,” Caroline stated. She trembled, from cold and despair, and knew that it was just a matter of time before she crumbled and began to sob in earnest. All she wanted was to be left alone to her misery. Only after she had finished with the tears could she decide rationally what was to be done.

  “You’ve got that backward, wife. God, but you’re always getting everything backward,” Bradford muttered. “You’ve no reason to be angry with me. I’m the one who found you in the library with that bastard. After you gave me your word that you wouldn’t go off by yourself,” Bradford continued. “You’re too damn trusting, Caroline. And that’s why you’re always getting into situations you can’t handle.”

  “I don’t have anything backward,” Caroline answered. She rolled over and glared at Bradford’s back. “I’m finally getting it right. You’re the one who explained that we have separate bedrooms. And this is my room, so get out. I don’t want you sleeping next to me,” Caroline railed. Hot tears burned her eyes as she added in a defiant voice, “I won’t allow it.”