The Langley Sisters Trilogy Boxed Set (34 page)

“Livvy-”

Rising on her toes she kissed him into silence.

“I love you, Lord Ryder. I love the man you were and the noble, honorable man you have become. Please forgive yourself for leaving your family and absolve yourself of any guilt you may still carry. You are home now, here with the people who love you the most and I assure you all is forgotten and forgiven, Will.”

Will felt a swell of emotion as he looked at her. She was his life now and the love she had given him filled the last of the dark corners deep inside his soul.
 

“You have asked that I promise to take care and in return I would ask that you promise to forgive yourself,’ she added.

“For you, my love, I will try,” he whispered, humbled by her words and that she had finally told him what he had known was in her heart. Reluctantly, he released her as she pulled away.
 

“And now we must leave or I shall miss the Derby.”

Will threw her into the saddle. “I’ll kill any man who dares to look at you in those,” he growled as he caught and eyeful of her delightful bottom once more.

“I shall burn them after this race.”

“I would never stop you from riding in the Derby, Livvy, yet I’m pleased to hear that this is to be your last race,” Will said as he retrieved his horse.

“I know you would not,” was all she said and when he looked at her she had turned away.

It was cool and clear and Will let his leg brush Livvy’s whenever the opportunity presented itself and had they not been making their way to the Earl of Dobberley’s lands where his future wife would attempt to not break her neck, he would have been a happy man. She loved him. Lord, that felt good. And maybe he could begin to forgive himself now that his heart was full and he felt finally at peace.
 

They rode together over the bridge and down into town. Carriages, horses and people filled the streets as everyone made their way to the Derby, eager to get a good place to view the race.

“Good luck, Miss Olivia!”

“Thank you, Miss Ogilvy.”

Livvy smiled and touched her hat as some of the people of Twoaks acknowledged her. She rode beside him like a sentry, tall and proud, her purple sash fluttering in the breeze.
 

“I love you.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“What? I mean, pardon?” Livvy said, turning to face him.

“I’m not going to repeat it, Olivia.”

Her body was suddenly warm; her heart seemed to fill her chest entirely. Will loved her. She looked through Harvey’s ears but saw nothing. Her thoughts were in turmoil.

They walked through the tall stone gates of Silverton Manor a short while later. Climbing up the slope to where the spectators and other riders had gathered, Livvy felt her stomach roll as she looked at the scene. Jenny’s porridge was suddenly not sitting well. The start, finish line was festooned with flags that she was sure would put every horse present into a state of hysteria and the Earl was standing on a raised platform behind which a musical quartet were performing loudly.
 

Many had tried to get the Earl to change the race to a warmer month of the year, yet he would not budge. It was a tradition his family had upheld for years and, therefore, it would be run, as it always had, on the 21st
of December. Oddly enough, there had only ever been one cancellation of the Derby and that was due to a blizzard that had swept England in 1703, but for the most part, the weather always seemed to clear for the Twoaks Derby. It was not a ride for the faint hearted, with the course starting with an incline and then a long stretch of flat, yet there was a portion through the woods which often determined who would win or lose. This part was unseen by any guests and most riders applied their whips and feet to which ever rider was near in the hopes of unseating a rival before they broke clear of the trees. Livvy had been kicked in the thigh last year and bore the bruise for days after.

“He certainly goes all out to make sure this day is a success.”

Livvy looked at Will’s handsome profile as he studied the scene before him. He loved her and she loved him and suddenly she knew with a certainty that she couldn’t leave Twoaks now, not when they would both suffer for it. She would have to speak with her sisters, but Livvy would do whatever needed to be done to stay here and have a life with him and no one was going to take that away from her. Could she trust him with her secrets? Would he turn from her? No, not Will. He would be angry, but he would never walk away from her again. Yet she could not make any decision without talking to Phoebe and Bella first. It was their future as well.
 

“You are a disgrace to dress as you have, Olivia Langley!” Major Bruntly roared, storming towards her. “Your sash would be better colored scarlet, seeing as you dress like a harlot”

Before she could react, Will had thrust his reins at her and dismounted. In a few strides, he had rounded her horse and rammed his fist into the major’s nose. The man fell backwards heavily onto the ground.
 

“Will, stop!” Livvy cried, getting off Harvey.

“Problem?”

She felt the breath refill her lungs as the Duke suddenly appeared beside his brother.
 

“He called Olivia a harlot.” Will reached for the major to haul him to his feet so he could pummel him again.
 

“Did he now?” the Duke said, wrestling the man out of his brother’s grasp and planting his fist in his stomach.
 

“I have been hearing some very distasteful things about you of late, Major,” he then said. “Today, I have spoken with many locals who have mentioned shoddy business dealings and the purchase of shares you made them buy in ventures, which have yielded no returns. You have blackmailed some and stolen from others, Major, and I am only saddened that I was not aware of any of this until now. In short, Sir, you are not the upstanding gentleman you portray to the world.”
 

The major wheezed but managed to straighten, although blood now trickled from his swollen nose.

“I have called for the magistrate, who I believe is at present awaiting you at your house. In fact, if I know Josiah Francis, he will be inside your house searching your records.”

Major Bruntly didn’t speak. He merely stumbled backwards several steps and then turned and ran.

“Idiot,” the Duke muttered, following Bruntly with his eyes. “He actually believed me when I have not even had a chance to talk with Josiah. Are you all right, Will?” he added, now looking at his brother.

Livvy took the hand Will had used to thump the major and inspected the knuckles.
 

“I’m all right, love, I promise,” he said, squeezing her fingers.

“Then I must join the riders as the race is due to start.” Livvy kissed his knuckles, uncaring that half the villagers were watching.
 

“Be careful, Livvy, please,” Will said, as he lifted her onto the saddle.

“I promise.” Gathering the reins with a last smile for him, she then went to join the others.
 

Livvy nodded to the other riders as she made her way past the Earl who stood on his dais, acknowledging each rider as they reached him.

“I want to hand you the prize money this year, Miss Langley, so do not let me down.”

Livvy took the hand he offered her. Like the rest of him, it was big boned and dwarfed her fingers.

“I will do my best, Lord Dobberly.”

“I like the sash,” he added as she moved on.

Moving to the start line Livvy took a deep, steadying breath. Harvey was already prancing, eager to be on his way.
 

She watched as people started making their way up the hill to get a better view of the race.

“’Tis four furlongs, remember,” Jaccob said, moving to her side. “Try and make for the front or the rear when you reach the woods for the first time, then you will not have riders on either side of you. It’s narrow. Use your whip or boots, if need be.”

Livvy nodded. He had given her the same speech last year.
 

“Ely Grange did not ride last year but is entered this year. He’s a right nasty piece and is none too happy about you being here.”

“Point him out,” Livvy said quietly.

She followed Jaccob's gaze and located a small man seated on a big-boned gray horse. He was looking her way and Livvy tried not to shudder at the hatred in his eyes.

“Try and stick with me.”

“No, Jaccob, you look after yourself.” Livvy did not want him throwing the race to protect her.

“Take your place for the Twoaks Derby!”

The Earl’s words had the riders jockeying for position, and then he raised his hand from which a white scarf fluttered.
 

Mindful of Jaccob’s words, Livvy moved away from Ely Grange and tucked in behind him and another horse. The spectators were beginning to call out their favorites’ names in encouragement and she heard a few ‘Miss Langleys.’
 

“Let the Twoaks Derby begin!”

Livvy felt Harvey surge forward beneath her and she immediately crouched low over his neck. The thunder of hooves drowned out all noise and she kept her eyes between his ears rather than looking around her. He was a brave horse who would run until he had nothing left in his legs, but this was not a distance that should tax him overly because she and Phoebe had been working on his training for months now. Slowly, he found his rhythm and soon began to make his way through the field until only two riders were in front of her. The woods were just up ahead. She needed to make it through them without incident the first time and then, if possible, be in the clear for the second pass. Once through the forest, there was another straight and then a wide turn and then they headed back the way they had come. Making sure her whip was in position, she urged Harvey into the trees.

“A woman should not ride in the Derby!”

Livvy looked into the angry face of Ely Grange as he pulled alongside her.
 

“Or a boy!” Livvy yelled, lifting her arm to protect both her and Harvey as he swung his whip at her. She did not cry as the leather bit into her sleeve. Instead, she kicked her foot free and lashed out at his thigh. It connected and Grange fell sideways, allowing Livvy to urge Harvey forward once again. She saw the light ahead. Just a few more feet and she would be out of the trees and once again in the open.
 

“Bitch!”

Grange drew beside her once again, only this time she was waiting for him.

“Cur!” Livvy screamed, lifting her whip and slashing it at him. He moved out of range, but she shivered at the look in his eyes. He was not finished with her yet.
 

Will watched Livvy come out of the trees in second place with another rider closing in on her. Exhaling the breath he had been holding, he made several heated promises to whoever was listening that if she made it back safe he would not sin for at least a month.

“She’ll make it, Will, but I would suggest that you forbid her entry next year.”

“She has already made me that promise, Joe,” Will said, watching as Harvey thundered along the course with Livvy crouched low over his neck.
 

“She’s good though, you must admit that.”

Will grunted, but kept his eyes on that purple sash.

“Of course, Jaccob will win. He’s riding the horse I purchased specifically with the Derby in mind,” Joseph added.

“Livvy will win.”

“Jaccob is perfectly placed.”

“Yet Livvy will win,” Will said, flinching as another horse bumped into Harvey as Livvy turned him to start the run home.

“Care for a small wager?”

“You will personally move my bed into my new house and place it in my new bedroom,” Will said. “Then you’ll make it perfectly, no creases, and with the edges turned down.”

“Done, and you have to spend the entire day with great Aunt Hildeth who is about to return from Italy.”

Will hesitated. Aunt Hildeth could out talk Mrs. Popplehange. “Done.”

“May I place a small wager also?” Lord Levermarch said from behind Will.

“So, you made it.” Will shot his friend a quick look before refocusing on Livvy. “Joe, introduce Finn to everyone.”

Will heard the rumble of Joe’s voice as he introduced Lord Levermarch to Phoebe, Thea and Isabella.

“Is that a woman riding? Good Lord, what’s the world coming to?”

Ignoring Finn’s horror, Will urged Livvy on. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered as that same horse crowded into Harvey again.

“I take exception to that ridiculous statement, Lord Levermarch. A woman has as much right to ride in the Derby as a man, if not more so given our intelligence.”

Will would have laughed at Phoebe’s attack on Finn if he wasn’t so bloody terrified.

“Who the hell is that bumping into her?

“Ely Grange, Lord Ryder. He rides for Major Bruntly,” Mrs. Popplehinge said, appearing beside him.

“I’ll kill him if he unseats her,” Will growled as the bastard bumped into Harvey again.