Guardian Angel (45 page)

“Like what?”

“Like you want to go upstairs, too,” he growled.

She smiled. “But I do want to go upstairs.”

He kissed her then, just the way he wanted to, using his tongue in erotic love play, pretending for just a moment that they were really all alone.

She was as limp as lettuce when he lifted his head back. Lord, how he loved the way she responded to him.

He remembered the promise she'd given the minister then. “Jade, wasn't there something you wanted to say to me?” he gently prodded when her glazed expression began to fade.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you I gave Nathan a white rose.”

She looked so sincere, he knew she wasn't jesting with him. He decided then he'd have to wait until they were alone before nagging her into admitting she loved him. Damn, he needed to hear her say the words.

“Do you understand the significance, Caine?”

He shook his head. “I gave him my name,” she explained.

He still didn't understand. “He's going to look damned silly answering to your name, sweetheart.”

“Pagan.”

“What?”

She nodded when he looked as if he wanted to argue with her. “Nathan's going to be Pagan now. It was my gift to him.”

She looked so pleased with herself, he felt guilty for arguing. “Jade, Pagan has to die, remember?”

“Just for a little while,” she replied. “The men have a new leader, Caine, Nathan wants the
Emerald.
He has business to take care of.”

“What business?”

“He has to fetch his bride.”

That statement did get a reaction. Caine was stunned. “Nathan's married?”

“Since he was fourteen,” she returned. “By the King's command.”

“Where's his wife?” Caine asked.

She laughed, delighted by his astonishment. “That's the business he has to attend to, Caine.”

He started to laugh. “Do you mean to tell me Nathan lost his wife?”

“Not exactly,” she answered. “She ran away from him. Now can you understand why he's so cranky?”

Caine nodded. “Sweetheart, how many other secrets have you still to share with me?”

She wasn't given time to mull that question over. Sir Richards interrupted with the reminder that it was time they left for London.

“Jade, you'd better change into your riding garments,” Caine instructed. “We won't be taking the carriage.”

She nodded, quickly said her farewells, and went upstairs to change. Sterns carried her satchel downstairs to give to the stablemaster so he could secure it on the back of her horse.

Caine was just putting his jacket on when she walked into his room. He'd already changed into snug-fitting fawn-colored britches and dark brown Hessian boots. He wore the same white shirt but had removed the cravat.

“I'm ready,” she called out from the doorway to get his attention.

“It's a hell of a way to begin our marriage,” Caine muttered.

“We could have waited,” she replied.

He shook his head. “No, we couldn't have waited.”

“Caine? Why couldn't we have taken the carriage?”

“We're taking the back way, through the woods, starting out in the opposite direction, of course, and then circling. We're going to sneak up on London, sweet.”

She smiled. “Just like McKindry,” she announced.

Caine slipped the long knife into one boot, his attention turned to his task, and asked, “Who's McKindry?”

“The man who used the whip on me,” Jade answered. “Don't forget your pistol, Caine.”

“I won't,” he answered. He turned to look at her. “McKindry's the bastard who marked you?” he demanded.

“Don't look so angry, Caine, it was a long time ago.”

“How long ago?”

“Oh, I was eight, perhaps nine years old at the time. Harry took care of McKindry. And it was a very good lesson for me,” she added when his expression turned murderous.

“What lesson?”

“McKindry sneaked up behind me,” she explained. “After that, every time Harry left me, his very last words were, always, remember McKindry. It was a reminder, you see, that I must always be on my guard.”

What the hell kind of a childhood was that? he asked himself. Caine kept his anger hidden. “And how often did Harry leave you?” he asked, his tone mild. He even turned toward the wardrobe so she wouldn't see his expression.

“Oh, all the time,” she answered. “Until I was old enough to help, of course. Then I went with him. Caine, you'd really better hurry. Sir Richards will be pacing. I'll go downstairs . . .”

“Come here, Jade.”

His voice was a hoarse whisper, his expression solemn. Jade was thoroughly confused by his behavior. She walked over to stand in front of him.

“Yes, Caine?” she asked.

“I want you to remember something else besides McKindry,” he said.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I could never forget you love me.” She reached up and gently brushed her fingertips down his cheek.

She tried to kiss him then, but he shook his head. “I also want you to remember something else,” he whispered. “Remember your promise to me that you're never, ever going on the ocean again.”

Her eyes widened. “But I didn't promise you . . .”

“Promise me now, then,” he ordered.

“I promise.”

She was looking quite stunned. Caine was satisfied by that reaction. “I'll tell Harry he'll have to come to England if he wants to see you. We won't be going to him. I'll also tell him I made you promise me. He won't argue over that.”

“How long have you known, Caine?” she asked.

“That you're afraid of the water?”

She timidly nodded. “Since the first nightmare,” he explained. He took her back into his arms. “You've been worried, haven't you?”

“A little,” she whispered. Then she shook her head. “No, Caine, I wasn't just a little worried. I was terrified. Harry wouldn't understand.”

A long ponderous moment passed before she whispered, “Caine, do you think me a coward for being afraid of the water?”

“Do you have to ask me that question?” he replied. “Don't you already know the answer, Jade?”

She smiled then. “No, you don't believe I'm a coward. I'm sorry for insulting you by asking. I'm just not use to admitting . . .”

“Sweetheart, Poseidon wouldn't go back in the water if he'd been through your terror.”

She started to laugh and cry at the same time. She was so relieved he'd just taken her burden away, she felt positively light-headed. “Nathan's stronger than I am,” she said then. “He's going on the waters again.”

“Nathan isn't human, love, so he doesn't count,” Caine replied.

“Oh, he's human, all right. If I tell you a secret, will you keep it? You won't torment my brother with . . .”

“I promise.”

“Nathan gets seasick.”

Caine laughed. “He's going to make a hell of a pirate then,” he drawled out.

“I love you.”

She'd blurted out her confession, her face hidden in the lapels of his jacket.

He quit laughing. “Did you say something?” he asked, pretending he hadn't heard her. He nudged her chin up and stared down into her eyes.

It took her a long time to get the words out again, and every ounce of courage she possessed. Her throat tightened up, her heart hammered a wild beat, and her stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.

She wouldn't have been able to tell him if he hadn't helped. The look on his face was so filled with love, it made some of the panic ebb away. The dimple did the rest. “I love you.”

He felt relieved, until she burst into tears again. “Was that so difficult? To tell me you loved me?”

“It was,” she whispered while he kissed her tears away. “I'm not at all used to telling what's in my heart. I don't believe I like it at all.”

He would have laughed if she hadn't sounded so damned vulnerable. He kissed her instead.

“You didn't like making love the first time, either,” he reminded her before kissing her sweet mouth once again.

Both of them were shaking when they drew apart. He would have dragged her over to the bed if Sir Richards' bellow hadn't interrupted them.

They sighed in unison. “Come along, sweetheart. It's time to go.”

He started out the doorway, tugging her by her hand.

Lyon and Richards were waiting for them in the foyer. The time for gaiety was quickly put aside. They walked in silence through the backwoods where Matthew and Jimbo waited with their horses.

Caine took the lead. Jade was next in line, with Lyon responsible for protecting her back. Sir Richards trailed last.

Caine was cautious to the point of fanaticism. The only time they stopped to rest was when he backtracked on his own to make certain they weren't being followed. Still, Jade didn't mind the inconvenience. She was comforted by his precautions.

Each time Caine left, Lyon stayed by her side. And every time he talked to her, the topic was always about his file. It was apparent he was concerned about someone else getting hold of it.

She suggested he steal his own file so that he could gain peace of mind. Lyon shook his head. He tried not to smile as he explained it wouldn't be ethical. There might also come a time, he added, when someone would question one of his missions. The file couldn't be destroyed or stolen, for the truth was his protection.

Jade didn't argue with him, but she decided the file would be much better protected in his home than in the War Office. She made the decision to take care of that little chore on her own.

By the time they reached the outskirts of London proper, the sun was setting. Jade was exhausted from the long ride. She didn't protest when Caine took her into his lap. She rode the rest of the distance with his arms wrapped around her.

And all the while she kept thinking to herself that Caine was such a solid, reliable man. A woman could depend on him.

She was just drifting off to sleep when they reached his town house. Caine went inside first, curtly dismissed his servants for the night, then took Jade into the library. The scent of smoke was still in the air, and most of the walls were still blackened from the fire, but the servants had done a good job righting the damage. The town house was sound enough to live in.

When Lyon and Richards joined Jade and Caine, Richards said, “We'll leave as soon as it goes completely dark.” “It would be safer if we waited until midnight,” Jade interjected. “There are two guards until then.”

“And what happens at midnight?” Sir Richards asked.

“Only one guard stays during the blackest hours of the night,” she explained. “His name is Peter Kently and he's always half-sotted by the time he takes over the watch. Now, if we wait until half past, he'll have finished the last of his bottle, and he should be fast asleep.”

Sir Richards was staring at her with his mouth gaping wide. “How did you . . .?”

“Sir, one must always be prepared for any eventuality if one is going to be successful,” she instructed.

While Sir Richards sputtered about the lack of morals in government workers, Lyon asked Jade about the locks. “The back door is a piece of work,” she announced. Her eyes sparkled with merriment, for she was obviously warming to her topic.

“A piece of work?” Caine asked, smiling over her enthusiasm.

“Difficult,” she qualified.

Sir Richards perked up considerably. “Well, thank God something's up to snuff.”

She gave him a sympathetic look. “Difficult, Sir Richards, but not impossible. I did get inside, if you'll remember.”

He looked so crestfallen, she hastened to add, “It took quite a long while that first time. Double locks are rather tricky.”

“But not impossible,” Lyon interjected. “Jade? Just how long did it take you that first time?”

“Oh, five . . . perhaps as many as six minutes.”

Richards hid his face in his hands. Jade tried to comfort him. “There, there, Sir Richards. It isn't as bad as all that. Why, it took me almost an hour to get inside the inner sanctuary where the sealed files are kept.”

The director didn't look as if he wanted to be comforted now. Jade left the men to their plans and went to the kitchens to find something to eat. She returned to the library with an assortment of food. They shared apples, cheese, cold mutton, day-old bread, and dark brown ale. Jade took her boots off, tucked her feet up under her, and fell asleep in the chair.

The men kept their voices low while they talked about the Tribunal. When Jade awakened several hours later, she saw Caine was rereading the letters she'd copied.

He had a puzzled look on his face, his concentration absolute, and when he suddenly smiled and leaned back in his chair, she thought he might have sorted through whatever problem he'd been contemplating.

“Have you come to any conclusions, Caine?” she asked.

“I'm getting there,” Caine answered, sounding positively cheerful.

“You're being logical and methodical, aren't you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “We take this one step at a time, Jade.”

“He's a very logical man,” she told Lyon and Sir Richards. Caine thought she sounded like she was making an excuse for a sorry flaw. “He cannot help himself,” she added. “He's very trusting, too.”