Say You Love Me (24 page)

“That will be remembered as well,” Ashford said impotently. But then his icy glare lit on Kelsey and he added, “When he tosses you aside, I’ll be waiting, and you’ll pay for making me wait, my pretty. Oh, indeed, you will pay….”

He had shoved his pointed finger at Kelsey as he said that, would have stabbed her in the chest with it if Derek hadn’t grabbed his hand. Ashford howled when the finger happened to snap in the process. But Derek wasn’t done. Threats to himself he could easily shrug off. A threat to Kelsey had made him berserk.

“You broke—!” Ashford was shouting, but a swift punch to his mouth cut him off.

Derek caught the other man before he could fall and, still holding him, said furiously, “You think I won’t smash you to bits in here, with all this crystal surrounding us? Think again, Ashford, because I don’t give a bloody damn what breaks, as long as you break with it.”

The man paled, but the owner of the shop intervened. “I would rather not go out of business,” he said in a worried voice, “m’lord, due to your little altercation. Could you
please
take this argument elsewhere?”

And Kelsey whispered, “Don’t let him provoke you into causing a scandal.”

It was perhaps too late for that warning. Yet a glance around revealed no other customers in the shop, just the owner wringing his hands.

Derek nodded curtly and released Ashford, but he did some finger jabbing of his own. “You like to mention regrets? Let me mention one that you won’t have to worry about, because you won’t have any if you ever come near her again, nor any memory of it, nor any breath left to pollute this city with. You will quite cease to exist.”

He then snatched up a vase on a stand beside them, without even looking at it, and shoved it at the owner. “I’ll purchase this.”

“Certainly, m’lord. Please come this way, if you will,” the man said, and quickly hurried to his sales counter in the back of the shop.

Derek took Kelsey’s arm and followed the owner. Neither spared another glance for Ashford. And within moments, they heard the door to the shop open and close behind them as Ashford left.

Kelsey sighed in relief. The owner sighed in relief. Derek was still too agitated to feel anything other than anger. He should have beat the man senseless again and to hell with scandal. He had a feeling he was going to regret
not
doing so.

Annoyed with himself for not doing more while he had the chance
and
the provocation, he tossed the owner a large amount of money
and told him, “Keep the change—and this unfortunate incident to yourself.”

“What incident?” the owner replied with a smile, now that all his wares were safe and his pockets lined.

33

There was such a boyish quality about Derek Malory
, with his thatch of unruly blond hair and his charming smiles, that made him seem quite harmless. But on this day Kelsey had found out that the surface wasn’t exactly the whole story. She had been frozen in fear upon meeting Lord Ashford again and having the horror of the auction recalled so vividly. But Derek had turned into another man entirely. And she was immensely glad that he wasn’t as harmless as he usually seemed to be.

Far from it. He’d actually broken the man’s finger. Deliberately. And she had little doubt that he would have broken much more if it hadn’t been pointed out that he would be making a scandal if he did so.

She had said that because she knew how he felt about scandals, and knew it would likely put an end to the altercation, which it did. Why she had done so she wasn’t sure. Perhaps because she didn’t want to witness him being so violent. Or because the poor owner of the store was so worried for his goods. Or maybe
just because she was feeling some protective instincts suddenly where Derek was concerned and didn’t want him doing something that he would later regret. The latter was definitely worth worrying over.

She had previously determined that this business of being a mistress needed to be kept as impersonal as possible. But trying to keep it that way was becoming more and more impossible. She
liked
Derek, liked being with him, liked making love to him, liked everything about him. And unless he did something drastic to alter that, she was afraid those feelings were going to get much stronger.

That was a horrible thought. She didn’t
want
to love Derek. She didn’t want to agonize over the day he would tell her he had no further use for her. And that day would eventually come. When it did, she wanted to sigh in relief, not cry her heart out.

He’d had a mistress before, she knew, so she had reason to worry. In one of the conversations with Percy and Jeremy, it had been mentioned that Derek had ended the relationship in a matter of months, not years.

The exorbitant extra cost he had spent to acquire Kelsey didn’t matter very much to him, as wealthy as his family was. So she couldn’t count on that coming into the equation. No, when he was ready for someone new, she would definitely be sent on her way, regardless of her own feelings. It was that simple. And she didn’t know how to make it any easier to bear when that day came around, not if
she was going to do a stupid thing such as fall in love with him.

Derek was silently brooding now over the incident with Ashford, though he sat with his arm protectively around her, his hand absently rubbing her arm. Since Kelsey was doing her own brooding, it was a quiet ride.

When they arrived at the next stop, Kelsey wasn’t going to budge from the coach. Derek didn’t ask her to. But he wasn’t gone long. And when he returned, he handed her a package.

“It’s for you,” he said simply. “Open it.”

She looked at the small box in her hand warily, afraid she knew why he was giving her a gift, especially since he was looking rather guilt-ridden. Opening it, she found a heart-shaped pendant made entirely of tiny diamonds and rubies, on a short, thin golden chain that would hang just below her neck. Very simple, very elegant, very expensive.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she said softly, still staring at the pendant.

“Yes, I did,” he replied. “I’m feeling so guilty right now that if you don’t say you forgive me, I’ll probably burst into tears.”

Her eyes shot up, wide with the thought that he was serious, but his expression told her otherwise. She chuckled, but only briefly. He wasn’t serious about crying, but he did feel guilty.

He smiled ruefully. “Today has been somewhat of a disaster all the way around, hasn’t it?”

“Not completely,” she said, and her blush gave her away.

“Well, not that,” he agreed with a grin. “But the rest—I am
truly
sorry you had to even be in the same room with that bastard Ashford, let alone be subjected to that distasteful encounter.”

She shuddered inwardly. “He’s a cruel man, isn’t he? I saw it in his eyes that night he was bidding on me, and again today.”

“Worse than you can imagine,” Derek said. He went on to explain just how sick the man really was, telling her everything, or at least alluding to it, so she would understand his warning.

“If you ever see him again, Kelsey, when I’m not with you, leave wherever you happen to be immediately—that is, if it’s safe to do so.”

She had lost nearly all of her color and actually felt sick to her stomach. “Safe?”

“As long as there is no likelihood that he will follow you. You
never
want to find yourself alone with him, Kelsey. Intrude on strangers if you must, scream for assistance, but whatever you do, don’t let that man anywhere near you.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” she assured him. “Ideally, I hope I never see him again. But if I do, and I see him first, he’ll never see me, I promise you.”

“Good, now say you forgive me.”

She smiled at him. “I do, even though you have nothing to be forgiven for. Now, take this
back and get your money returned. You don’t have to buy me jewels.”

He chuckled at that. “Kelsey, m’dear, that is a very
un
mistressly thing to say. And I’m not taking it back. I want you to have it. It will go very nicely with your lavender gown.”

And a half dozen more that were yet to be delivered, she could have added but didn’t. She sighed. “Then I suppose it would be churlish of me not to thank you.”

“Yes, very churlish.”

She grinned. “Thank you.”

“You are very, very welcome, m’dear.”

That had been their last stop. After that he took her home and stayed for dinner—and stayed the night, too.

He had not planned to do this. Whenever Jason was in town, and staying over, it was Derek’s habit to at least join him at the town house for dinner. And he didn’t know when Jason would be returning to Haverston, so he didn’t know if he’d have the opportunity to catch him the next day.

But as much as he wanted to talk to his father about the divorce—and the woman he’d managed to keep a secret for so long—he wanted to stay near Kelsey much more.

She had been shaken by the encounter, he knew. But Derek was more concerned, worrying about her.

Unbelievably, Ashford had treated her as if she belonged to him and had just been temporarily stolen from him. His remarks had also indicated that he was going to make her pay
for being stolen when he got her back, and he had also seemed confident that he
would
get her back. And who was to say what plans his crazy mind could conjure.

Derek couldn’t be with her all the time. She did go out on her own, to the dressmaker for her fittings, shopping, and whatnot. Nor could he ask her not to, when his fears so far were based on simple threats.

He would pay his Uncle James a visit again the next day, to get his advice. He was likely worrying over nothing, but tonight he still wasn’t letting Kelsey out of his sight.

34

Derek did indeed visit his Uncle James the next
morning, before he even returned home for a change of clothing. And after a short chat with James, he was much relieved. Kelsey could not be in any immediate danger, because his uncle had already set his two butlers to following Ashford.

Artie and Henry were in no way typical butlers, though, which was why Derek was so relieved. They had been members of James’s pirate crew and had served under him for most of his ten years at sea.

They had both elected to stay with James after he sold the
Maiden Anne
, and they now shared the job of butlering at his London residence, a job they thoroughly enjoyed because they weren’t what one might expect. And they got a hoot out of shocking visitors.

That they continually bruised a few feathers with their unorthodox ways didn’t bother James in the least, and Aunt George had long before given up trying to teach them better manners. To knock on their door these days—
if you weren’t a relative—could get a barked “They ain’t home!” and the door slammed in your face, or a “What in the bleedin’ hell d’you want?” Unless it was a comely lady knocking, of course. Ladies invariably got dragged right in and the door shut behind them before they could get two words out.

But both ex-pirates were quite suitable for the job James had set them to. And so far, James informed Derek, they had followed Ashford to two separate residences, his main house in the city and one just outside the city that looked all but deserted, and where he didn’t actually spend the night, just a few hours of an evening.

They had also followed him to a tavern in one of the poorer sections of town. Derek had stiffened, hearing that, until James related that Artie had caused such a commotion there, in the guise of being utterly foxed, and accosted Ashford in the process, that the man had quickly canceled whatever plans he’d had and left.

Derek had immediately sent off a note to Kelsey so she could stop worrying, if she still was, and could relax her guard somewhat. He’d then returned home and found his father still there. Whether he could consider that fortunate or not was in doubt, since Jason looked none too pleased as he called Derek into his study.

Derek immediately assumed that Frances had gotten in touch with Jason and had informed him about their little encounter the
day before. Not so. Actually, Derek later wished that had been the case.

“You actually bought a mistress in a
public
whorehouse in a room full of your
peers
?”

Derek practically fell into the chair he’d been about to sit in, feeling more than a little poleaxed. Any time his father stressed words, you knew he was just barely in control of his temper.

“How did you hear of it?”

“How did you think I
wouldn’t
, when the thing was done so damned
publicly
?” Jason demanded.

Derek cringed inwardly. “It was to be hoped, considering the gentlemen there don’t usually admit to being in such places.”

Jason snorted. “As it happens, I stopped by my club last evening. A friend of mine was there who felt I should be apprised of it. He happened to have another friend, who was a friend of someone who was there that night. It’s bloody well made the rounds of all the clubs already. And Lord knows how many wives it’s been shared with by now, who are passing it around in
their
groups.”

Derek was flushing furiously already, but in his defense, he said, “You know very well it isn’t likely to be shared with
any
wives.”

“Beside the bloody point,” Jason replied, his frown just as dark. “What the devil were you thinking, to participate in an auction like that?”

“I was thinking I would be saving that innocent young girl from—”

“Innocent?” Jason cut in. “Who is she anyway?”

“Kelsey Langton, and no, she’s no one of importance, so you needn’t worry about that. But as I was saying, I bid on her to keep her from being scarred for life.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Derek sighed. “I’d had no intention of getting involved, Father. We’d only stopped by that place for a few hands of cards while Jeremy visited with one of his ladyloves who worked there. But then—”