Scandalous Intentions (19 page)

SCANDALOUS INTENTIONS

CHAPTER TWENTY

Four nights later
, Sarah arrived at Amelia’s with Greta in tow. They had switched horses every fifty miles and traveled straight through. The two of them slept and took meals in the rented carriage. By the time they arrived, she was exhausted and coated in travel dust. Amelia had Sarah shown to a guestroom straightaway so she could freshen up.

Now, Sarah sat on a high-backed chair in Amelia’s parlor. Though her heart ached, joy filled her at the sight of her dearest friend entering the room. She rose to her feet and grasped her hands. “You are positively glowing.”

Amelia grinned. “I am glad you have come. Your last letter said your parents forbid it. How did you change their minds? Have you come alone?” She dropped Sarah’s hands. “Let us sit, and you can tell me everything.”

Sarah nodded. “I fear it is quite the story.” She reclaimed her seat and folded her hands in her lap.

Amelia pointed accusingly to Sarah’s ring finger though a smile tugged at her lips. “You married. When? To whom? Why have I not even a clue as to when this happened? No letter or messenger.”

“Believe me, my marital state is no reason for celebration.” Tears threatened as Sarah glanced down at the gold band hugging her finger.

Amelia’s smile faltered. “What happened? Were you compromised?” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, wincing some, her hands rubbing low, below the full curve of her belly.

Sarah shook her head. “Worse. I made a bargain for my freedom then fell in love with a rake who could never love me in return.” She plucked at the material of her silk skirts. “Julian loves another.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “Lord Julian Carrington? The notorious Marquess of Luvington?”

“The very same.” Sarah glanced toward the window, shame twisting in her chest. “And now Lady Claudia has come back for him.”

Amelia pushed herself up using the chairs arms as leverage. “The same Lady Claudia he compromised?”

Sarah’s eyes stung. “Yes.”

Amelia crossed the room to Sarah and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am so sorry.”

Sarah covered her mouth too late, a sob broke free.

“Do not waste tears on the scoundrel. You will stay here with us.” Amelia handed Sarah a handkerchief. “Dry your eyes and let us move on to a happier topic.”

“I am sorry for showing up and sniveling all over you.” Sarah dabbed at her eyes and met Amelia’s gaze. Nodding to her swollen belly. “Tell me about the baby and Scotland. Have you a name for the wee one?”

“Your Grace.” A footman entered the parlor. “Lord Julian Carrington to see his wife.”

Amelia looked to Sarah. Concern flared in her gaze.

Sarah pivoted to stare at her husband in the doorway. Never had she imagined Julian would follow her. She stood, squaring her shoulders. Her traitorous heart raced at the sight of him.

A muscle in his jaw flexed. “I must speak with my wife.”

Amelia glanced at her. “Lady Sarah?”

An unfriendly smile pulled at her mouth. “I will allow it.”

Amelia took a step then doubled over, her hands cradling her belly.

Sarah went to her and wrapped her arms around her. “What is it, Duchess? Is the baby coming?”

Amelia groaned in response.

“Julian, carry her to her room. I will get help and send for the Duke at once.” Whatever needed to be said between her and Julian would have to wait.

Amelia did not protest when Julian scooped her into his arms. Her head rolled against his chest, and a cry ripped from her.

He carried her out of the parlor, then threw a glance over his shoulder at Sarah. “Where is her room?”

“Up the stairs third door on the left.”

Sarah pulled the call cord before his footsteps faded away.

A young maid entered the parlor. “How may I be of assistance, my lady?”

“I need you to send someone after His Grace and have another get the midwife. The duchess has gone into labor.” Sarah waved her hand at the door. “Do not dally. Go at once!”

Sarah left the parlor on the maid’s heels then came up short at the top of the mahogany staircase. Julian stood in front of her.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, gaze intense on her face. “I will wait for you in the parlor. Will you come to me when Her Grace no longer needs you?”

Sarah nodded.

Julian glanced down the staircase. “Very well, I have no right to ask for more.”

She stepped around him without another word. Amelia’s cry drifted down the hall beckoning her to hurry and driving all other worries from her mind. She moved into the room, taking a seat by the bed.

“I have sent for the midwife and His Grace.” Sarah slid her gloved hand into Amelia’s bare one. Her lady’s maid had already stripped her down to her shift. Blankets covered her to the waist, and a stack of pillows elevated her head.

“Thank you.” She squeezed Sarah’s hand and closed her eyes on another groan.

Edna came forward and placed a rag on Amelia’s forehead. “The labor is strong. I fear the midwife may not come in time.”

Sarah swallowed. “Are you capable of delivering the babe?”

“Yes, my lady. It was my hands that brought Her Grace into the world. Her mother labored less than an hour before bringing her forth.” Edna nodded to the door. “I need to gather supplies.”

“Go, I will not leave her side.”

Edna rushed out.

Amelia rolled her head to the side and panted. “I am not afraid. Edna is capable.”

Sarah grinned. “I have no doubt she is.”

Her hand ached under the pressure of Amelia’s grip as another contraction took hold of her. Sarah had always wanted to have children, but the sight of Amelia in such pain gave her pause. Her heart quickened, and she placed her other hand on her abdomen. Perhaps she was already with child.

After five squeezes, progressively stronger and closer together, Amelia rolled her head to look at Sarah, sweat slicking her face. “They are coming so fast. So much pressure. I need to push.”

The words jolted Sarah from her chair. She placed her hand on Amelia’s forehead. “You must wait for Edna.”

Sarah turned her head just as Edna came through the door. She set down her supplies and moved to the bed.

Sarah leaned closer to Amelia as the maid pulled down the covers and lifted Amelia’s shift. “It is time.” She glanced at Sarah, then back to Amelia. “On the next pain, I need you to push with all your might, Your Grace.”

Amelia nodded. She clasped Sarah’s hand before bearing down.

“Good, keep pushing until the pain has past.”

Sarah lifted her hand from Amelia’s as soon as the pressure of her grip released. She rubbed the blood flow back into it before returning it to Amelia’s. “You shall hold your wee one before you know it.”

Amelia leaned forward, bearing down on another pain. Sarah’s fingers overlapped one another in Amelia’s grip. Her scream bounced through the room sending a shiver through Sarah. Amelia lay back against the pillows, panting.

Edna bent between Amelia’s knees and came up with a smile. She held the babe up for them to see.

“It is a fine baby boy, Your Grace.”

A tired grin spread across Amelia’s face. “A son.”

“Lady Sarah, hand me the knife and twine.”

Sarah hurried across the room retrieved the requested items, then moved to Edna’s side.

“Set them on the bed and get the linens. I need you to hold him while I tie off the cord.”

Sarah handed the blanket to Edna, who whipped the baby off then laid him on the cloth before thrusting him into her arms. Edna tied off the cord before wrapping the blanket around the boisterous babe. Sarah gazed down at his miniature features, studying the curve of his mouth, the shape of his eyes. “I believe he must favor the Duke. Though he has your eyes, Amelia.”

Sarah glanced at her friend now resting against the pillows. “He is marvelous.” She carried him to Amelia’s side and placed him in her arms.

The Duke arrived, crossing the room to his wife’s side. Sarah offered him a smile before stepping away from the bed. He lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress. With one hand, he stroked Amelia’s cheek while laying the other on the babe.

Amelia beamed up at him. “We have a son, Richard. I wish to call him after my father.”

The Duke of Goldstone leaned over then kissed her forehead. “It is a splendid idea.”

Sarah snuck out of the room, their words fading behind her. They did not need her in there fawning over the tiny bundle and encroaching on their special moment.

At the top of the stairs, Greta pointed down the opposite hallway. “Take Lady Sarah’s things to the first door on the left.” Two footmen followed her direction moving off toward the room with trunks in their arms.

“Greta.” Sarah joined her. “Is that the last of it?”

“Yes. Let us go freshen you up.”

Sarah glanced down at her disheveled gown. Her skirts were wrinkled beyond repair and her bodice was damp. “I am a frightful sight. Please have a pitcher sent up for washing.”

“At once.” Greta moved down the stairs.

Whatever brought Julian here, she did not want to face him looking so disheveled. It would be easier to hold her head high if she were dressed appropriately. She would not appear unbecoming to him. Come what may, she would walk away a lady.

* * * *

Julian gazed at his wife as she entered the parlor in a swish of violet skirts. The gown matched her stunning eyes, making them seem all the more splendid as he studied her. She’d had her hair styled in much the same way she had worn it to the opera, with her golden curls piled high on her head and cascading down her shoulder. The image stole his breath.

“I set you free. Why did you follow me?” Sarah demanded.

“I do not wish to be free.” He strode toward her, strong, ground-eating treads. “I do not know what you saw, but I would like the opportunity to explain. Lady Claudia is nothing to me. I sent her away.” He placed a hand on Sarah’s arm.

“She did not appear as nothing.” Sarah pushed his hand off. She turned and settled into a wing-back chair. “Do speak your piece before I change my mind.” She folded her hands on her lap and leveled her gaze on him.

He dropped into the chair across from her. His chest aching. “I am certain you know the scandal in my past, but it is not an accurate account of what happened. We were young, and I was courting Lady Claudia. Lord Akford had his cap set toward her. He wanted to remove me from the equation.”

If he could change the past, none of it would have happened. Claudia never deserved him. The scandal had tainted is reputation for years and now threatened to take the only woman he had ever loved away from him.

He rubbed a hand across his jaw. “We were picnicking in a clearing at her family’s estate. I proposed to Lady Claudia then we shared a kiss. Lord Akford stepped out of the clearing, catching us. I could never have imagined what he would do next.”

Sarah remained rigid in her seat, just staring at him as he recounted the incident. He could not tell what she was thinking…or if she even cared. He needed her to forgive him. Lady Claudia could not ruin him twice. He would not allow it.

“Lord Akford spread the story all over London before I could ask for Lady Claudia’s hand. By the time I approached her father, he had already deemed me an unworthy rake. In hindsight, he did me a great favor. Though I did not see it as such at the time.” He reached for Sarah’s hand. She recoiled, moving out of his reach. His stomach tightened, but he somehow kept his face cool.