Upon Mrs. Thomas’s departure, Kendra bowed her head, unable to stem the tears from finally falling.
“Kendra.” Joseph stuffed a handkerchief into her hand. “I’m sorry.” His voice was gruff.
She could only shake her head. Words stuck in her throat. She dabbed her eyes and managed to subdue her tears by the time Mrs. Thomas reappeared. In her hands, she held two books.
“Did my son mention the school he and his dear friend Edmund started?”
“He did, indeed.” Kendra smiled.
“Edmund runs it. Alas, the biggest obstacle is funds, of course. But overall, it has proven quite successful thus far.”
Kendra nodded and made a mental note to speak to Papa. A substantial contribution would not bring back Mr. Thomas, but perhaps it would go far in realizing the dream Mr. Thomas and his friend had for their school.
****
Joseph narrowed his gaze on Kendra and her reaction.
Mon Dieu!
She’d known the man for less than a week. Could she have fallen in love with the schoolmaster? In three days? He feared the questions would plague him to his death.
Non.
Joseph refused to believe it. Love was for fools and the very young. He swallowed a groan. His wife was very young. It was not beyond the realm of possibility that she had convinced herself of the notion, in light of Charles Thomas’s attentions. And now that the man was dead, well, she might see fit to place him on a pedestal. He pressed his lips together. The uphill battle he faced was not a pleasant prospect.
Bah. Once he and Kendra were alone, he would show her there was no reason to long for a ghost. Her response to his kiss was enough to convince Joseph he’d have no trouble in that quarter. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to absent themselves from Sunderland as soon as politely possible.
****
“ ’Tis a grand day,” Joseph remarked. The carriage they’d bought was more a cart, but the two horses were sound. He forewent a driver, choosing to handle the ribbons himself. Kendra, he was learning, did not speak freely before others, and he had questions.
The day was, indeed, perfect, with a rare, deep blue sky and puffy clouds. The road was rutted just enough to have her latching onto his arm periodically when they hit the stray rut. Warm wind tousled his hair, and hers, he was pleased to note. Her singular concentration was engaging.
She had yet to speak, though they were well out of Sunderland heading south. The two Latin books Mrs. Thomas had bestowed upon Kendra were stacked upon her lap. She seemed to be making notes on the cover of the top one with one finger, as before. Nothing he could decipher, however.
“Are you always this…appeasing?” he asked.
Nothing.
He grimaced. A fine way to treat a new husband. “ ’Twill be a long trip to Yorkshire if you keep chattering away like you are.”
Another timely rut made him smile when she clutched his arm with one hand quite strong for such delicate fingers. A flattened palm held the books in place with the other.
“My apologies, my lord, did you say something?” She glanced up, brows furrowed.
“Nothing of import. Are you going to always address me as ‘my lord,’ my lady?” He grinned at her. “I can think of one or two scenarios where it might be diverting, but…”
She blushed, but jutted her chin out. “I am a married woman now.”
“In name only,” he returned.
“Well, yes, but—”
Joseph waited for her to continue. A trickle of unease rippled through him as the silence expanded.
“Do—do you love me?”
The question caught him off his guard, irritating him. “I…I’m attracted to you.” This was a slippery slope, and no good would come of it.
“In other words, you mean, no. Or, in case you didn’t think I understood English,
non
. Or German, perhaps?
Nein.
”
His pleasant mood evaporated. “You know as well as I that love does not enter into many aristocratic unions. Love!” he spat.
“Perhaps,” she sighed. “But I always believed mine would be different. After all, I married a magician in Gretna Green, didn’t I?”
He pulled up on the reins, bringing the horses to a stop and faced her. “
Oui
. You married me,” he said softly. “Perhaps because you knew your lover would never return to you?” The second the words left his mouth he regretted it.
Fury stained her cheeks pink. “M-my l-lover?” The breath she took seemed to steady her. She answered more calmly than he deserved. “You must have been desperate, indeed, to overlook a matter as serious as my virginity to claim my hand. What was it? Money? An heir and spare?”
He should tell her the truth, that his uncle had depleted the Yarmouth estates. That, yes, he needed money. But the hurt in her eyes stopped him. The truth would devastate her. “Of course, I need an heir,” he growled. “And I chose you.” A sense of urgency tore through him, and he pulled her to him.
****
His mouth played with hers. The villainous fool thought to use tricks to show her how tender he could be, or how desired she could feel? It would behoove her to keep her head clear. His kiss sent spirals of ecstasy coursing through her, weakening her resolve to push him away.
He projected confidence, strength, protectiveness—but every one of those traits was a lie.
Mr. Thomas’s books hit the floor of the carriage with a clap, startling her. She broke away, breath rapid and unsteady. “No. German?
Nein.
In French,
monsieur,
to be quite clear so you understand,
non
!
”
Joseph peeled his hands from her. Gratified somewhat by his grim expression, she swept up the books and leaped to the ground. “I’ll ride inside.”
Chapter Nine
Night had fallen into black by the time Joseph pulled into the stable yard of Northallerton’s one inn. He hopped down and peered in the door of the carriage. Kendra was sleeping soundly. Handing off the horses with instructions to the stable boy to wait, he shook his defiant little wife awake.
“I’m sorry to wake you, my dear. But I dare not leave you alone whilst I secure us a room. I’ll not go chasing across the country for a runaway bride.” He spoke softly, teasing her.
He wished he could say the words she longed to hear, but somehow it seemed wrong to lie about love above everything else. She sat up slowly, her flaxen hair awry, blinking in confusion. She held Mr. Thomas’s books close to her chest.
Joseph held out his hand. She looked at it, then him. After a moment, she pulled her gloves from her pocket and slipped them on before placing her hand in his. Joseph let out a small sigh of relief. All would be right.
He handed her down. “Would you see to my valise?” she said to the stable boy with a smile so bright it lit up the stars and turned the lad’s face bright red.
The heavy weight that had pressed on Joseph’s shoulders all day suddenly abated. He grinned and reached inside for her bag. “I’ll do the honors, Lady Lawrie.”
****
Joseph was able to secure a snug chamber. Innkeeper Harper and his wife tripped over their feet to serve them. The first provision consisted of a tub of warm water that went far in washing off the travel stains, and soon thereafter they were treated with steaming bowls of hearty stew accompanied by chunks of warm crusty bread.
While Kendra’s exuberance remained somewhat subdued, she at least made attempts at civility. It spoke well of her upbringing. They were married, and she would make the best of the situation, he realized. It wasn’t perfect, by any means, but Joseph would count experience and opportunity on his side. She was lovely, and he would treat her well.
The doll was propped against the pillows, its painted eyes boring into him. On the floor next to the hearth was Kendra’s open valise. The tub had been removed. The fire, stoked, emanated warmth. ’Twas a fairly pleasant atmosphere, in his estimation. He could have done without the strange doll’s omnipresence. A ridiculous thought, perhaps, but it had saved their lives, hadn’t it?
“And what other topics engaged your attentions at these so-called lectures?” He twirled his wineglass before lifting it for a sip.
He hid a grin at her raised brow. Apparently, she didn’t care for the reference of “so-called lectures.” Joseph cleared his throat. “What I meant was—”
“I know what you meant,” she countered mildly.
He’d prefer to have riled her, but she was as cool as an English rain shower in spring. French blood running through her veins would have done much for encouragement. But patience would have to work in his favor. Once he began teasing her with kisses, she would be begging him for more. And that idea appealed to him more than he could say. “
Oui, madame?
” He set down his glass and dipped his spoon in his bowl.
“I’ve attended lectures regarding Ancient Egypt, the Renaissance…” Her gaze fastened on his mouth, a mischievous gleam twinkled in her eye.
Joseph caught his breath.
“There was one truly fascinating topic in particular I found.” She answered with a husky intonation that resonated through him, rippling up the base of his spine to the nape of neck. “The supposition that if a young lady whose choice of husband clashed with that of her parents—” She lifted her shoulders as if contemplating her next words. “Should the young lady in question ignore their demands, and follow her own inclinations to marry the man of her heart?”
Somehow Joseph kept his jaw from hitting the table, though his spoon slipped from his fingers, and clattered to the table. He snatched it up.
Kendra smiled, blandly. “Contrasting their commands, per se.” She flung out her hand. “Should she be made to comply, or should she remain in a State of Celibacy?’”
He swallowed quickly, coughing when something obviously went down wrong. “
Mon Dieu
,” he sputtered.
Her lips twisted in a mysterious tip that sent the lust surging through his veins.
“And what did you conclude?” he croaked.
She didn’t answer right away, just pierced him with her wide blue eyes. He might expire on the spot, waiting. But then her words, barely audible, whispered across his skin like a velvet glove. “That I chose you.”
Joseph dropped the spoon in his bowl and shoved his chair from the table. It toppled back, but he was already around to the other side. He pulled her up in his arms and parted her lips with his. Her arms wound about his neck.
But something felt out of sorts. The room tilted at an odd angle, spots blacked before his eyes.
“Is something wrong, my lord?”
“I-I fear I need to…to lie down.”
****
Kendra assisted her husband to the bed, a feat in and of itself. He was one very large solid mass of masculinity.
“My dear, this is quite un-unseemly, but I fear I may have to trouble you for the chamber—” Kendra was tugging the chamber pot from beneath the bed even as the words spilled from him.
For the next two hours, Joseph retched uncontrollably. She held the hair from his face, gave him water to rinse his mouth, and sent for the innkeeper’s wife for assistance. They somehow managed to tug off his boots, divest him of his jacket, and maneuver him beneath the covers.
“You poor deary,” she said. “ ’Twasn’t nothin’ he ate ’ere, was it? You ain’t sick?”
“No, Mrs. Harper. It came upon him quite suddenly.” Kendra was panting from her exertions even while her heart still pounded in fear. “I’ve no idea what came over him.”
“I’ll send up some tea, for ye. Ye’ll need yer strength for that ’en.” She pointed to Joseph, her large bosomy form none the worse.
“Thank you. I don’t know how I’d have managed.”
Mrs. Harper quit the room with a small click of the door behind her.
Kendra moved to the bed and cupped her husband’s jaw. Even in a deep slumber his strength amazed her. Steady, rhythmic breaths reassured her, so much that her fingers trembled. What would she have done if she’d lost him? The enormity of the idea quivered through her.
She put her lips to his forehead. He must have thought her a complete ninny earlier that day. Of course, people of their rank did not marry for love. But she’d hoped he had some regard for her. The knock at the door startled her.
“Yer tea, ma’am.”
Kendra held the door open for the girl, who was obviously the Harpers’ daughter. A sudden thought struck her. “What’s your name?”
“Rachel, miss.” She set the tray on the table and dipped a quick curtsey.
“Do you…read, Rachel?”
“No, ma’am. My mum, she reads a little.”
“Is it something you’ve ever aspired to?”
“Don’t see no cause for it in my case, ma’am.”
“Don’t you?” Kendra asked. “Never to travel to foreign lands through the eyes of another?”
Rachel tilted her head in confusion. “I fear I don’t understand.”
’Twas sad, in a way, but Kendra smiled at her. “Pay no mind to me, Rachel.”
“Are you meanin’ to say there’s other worlds…in
books
?” Her tone sounded incredulous.
“If one can read, I believe so,” Kendra said softly.
“I-I believe I might like that, ma’am.”
“Perhaps your mother can help.”