The Scandal in Kissing an Heir (24 page)

Chapter 24

“I
believe I’ve just figured out how to trap Grover,” Rebecca told Daniel when he woke the following morning. “Don’t ask me how inspiration strikes, for I cannot possibly answer that,” she said, “but for now, we have two things working in our favor. First, Grover thinks you dead. I suggest we keep it that way. And second, we know that he has a sick obsession with me; we can use that to our advantage.”

Daniel couldn’t see how they were going to do that, but then again, he had lost a great deal of blood. “Go on,” he said simply.

“The other night at the opera, Landborough wasn’t the least bit subtle about his dislike of Grover. His hatred of the man was palpable, leading me to suspect that he might welcome the opportunity to exact his own revenge. If that is true, then he will prove a powerful ally for us.”

“You mean to pay a visit to Judy, I take it?”

“I do, and I also intend to call on your aunt and uncle, as well as your sister. They will need to be informed of the truth as well as of my plan, since I shall also be requiring their assistance.”

“I doubt my uncle will want to listen to anything regarding me,” Daniel muttered.

“Nevertheless, I must try.” She sighed as she patted his arm, a distant look in her eyes suggestive of rapid creative imaginings. She was plotting. “And then I shall go into mourning. As a widow with no enduring fortune, I have no doubt that Grover will be knocking at the door soon enough, offering his support.”

“You will
not
be entertaining Grover,” Daniel snapped. “If that is your plan, forget about it. It’s too dangerous and too . . . disturbing to even contemplate. There has to be another way, and if not, then we’ll simply have to accept that he got away with it.”

Her eyes ignited with passionate anger. “And give him the opportunity to make another attempt on your life? The man could have killed you, Daniel!” And then, in a softer tone, she added, “He almost did.” A lonely tear trickled down her cheek and she hastily brushed it away in a very businesslike manner. “No, I will not allow him to get away with what he did to you. It’s time for me to play another part, my love—that of the poor widow in need of a husband. Grover will rise to the bait, I have no doubt about that, and once he does, I shall lure him back to the scene of the crime.”

“And how on earth will that prove his guilt, Becky? It’s a public street that he could have any number of reasons for walking on.” Whatever she was thinking, he wasn’t seeing it.

“I assure you that he will have only one reason to go back there,” Becky said, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“And what reason will that be?”

“Why, he shall be looking for something, of course.”

Of course?

“Something belonging to me, to be precise . . . something that was on your person when you were shot and has since gone missing—something that he will want to have because of how obsessed he is.” She paused for emphasis before adding, “My miniature.”

“He would have no way of knowing where to look for it unless he was aware of where the shooting took place, and the only way he would know that is if he was there,” Daniel muttered as the idea began to take root. It was brilliant if it worked, but the idea of Rebecca being near that man again made his skin crawl. “I don’t know . . .” he murmured, feeling tired once again. He needed to sleep.

“It’s the only thing I can think of that won’t require an outright confession from him, and since he’s not a fool, I doubt he’ll ever give us one willingly.”

“Very well then,” Daniel said. “But you will not be alone with him at any time, Becky. Promise me that you will keep other people close to you when you meet with him. He’s unpredictable and clearly willing to do whatever it takes to have you for himself. You mustn’t take any chances.”

“I promise,” she said, bending to kiss him lightly on the forehead. “You look tired. Why don’t you get some rest while I pay a visit to your aunt and uncle. I won’t be long.”

He nodded, his eyes already beginning to close. “I love you,” he whispered as he slipped lower beneath the covers.

There was a rustle of skirts as she moved across the room. He heard the door open, a pause, and then, very softly and with so much warmth, “I love you too.”

H
alf an hour later, Rebecca was comfortably seated in one of the drawing rooms at Wolvington House. “I can certainly see what he sees in you,” Lord Wolvington said. His tone was gruff but not unfriendly.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said, deciding to take that as a compliment. She turned toward Lady Wolvington. “And thank you so much for inviting me to stay for tea. I must admit I was worried you’d turn me away.”

“Yes . . . well . . .” Lord Wolvington grumbled, not giving his wife a chance to respond. “You must forgive us for not calling on you to congratulate you on your marriage, but the thing of it is that—”

“We caused quite the scandal and you wished to distance yourself from us so it wouldn’t affect your own good standing?” Rebecca asked, looking to each of her hosts in turn. Both nodded with some surprise, no doubt because of her bluntness. “I completely understand. After all, you, my lord, are a marquess. I’m sure you must hold a very important seat in Parliament that you would not wish your unruly nephew to affect with his thoughtless escapades. And then of course there is his sister to consider, and her family. By cutting Daniel off you effectively told Society that you thoroughly disapproved of his actions, thus saving yourself, your wife, your niece and her son from being tainted by his scandalous behavior. You washed your hands of him, so to speak, and I am sure that the
ton
approves of your decision.”

The Wolvingtons were now gaping at her as if she’d been a complete lunatic who’d recently escaped from Bedlam. Well, time was of the essence—no sense in beating about the bush, as it were. “However, whatever your opinion of Daniel may be, I would like to inform you both that he saved me when he helped me flee from Grover. Had it been possible to do things differently and without journeying all the way to Scotland, we would have done it, but I was under my aunt and uncle’s guardianship and they were determined that I should marry the duke. They had a lot to gain from that union.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you left your fiancé to elope with another man,” Lord Wolvington said. “An act which is viewed as most dishonorable, to say nothing of the embarrassment you have caused Grover as a result.”

“I know that this is how it appears, but surely you must realize that things are not always as black and white as all that. In this instance, Daniel is the one who did the honorable thing by helping me escape marrying a beast of a man.”

Lord Wolvington’s eyes widened and Lady Wolvington gasped. “You are speaking of a duke,” Lord Wolvington told Rebecca sharply. “He may not be the most likeable sort, but he is a million miles above you on the social ladder even if you are the daughter of an earl. I will not allow you to speak of him with so much disrespect.”

“And what if I were to tell you that he tried to kill Daniel?” She gave Lord Wolvington the hardest stare she could manage, hoping it might help melt his stern exterior and force to the surface some of the affection he surely felt for his nephew. If the Wolvingtons didn’t care for Daniel, they never would have demanded that he abandon the rakehell lifestyle he’d embraced since losing his parents, of this she was certain.

“Wh-what are you saying?” Lady Wolvington asked, the pain in her eyes a confession of the deep love she felt for Daniel.

Rebecca smiled with gentle reassurance. “The doctor says that he will be fine, but he is in a great deal of pain. He was shot by Grover and left for dead in an alley.”

“Bloody hell,” Lord Wolvington said, eyes flashing with the onset of rage. “I’ll kill the bastard myself, and I daresay it won’t take much to snap that neck of his. Why, I . . .” His words trailed off as he looked at his wife and Rebecca. “Please forgive me, ladies, but even if Grover’s feathers have been ruffled, it does
not
give him the right to murder my heir.”

“I am in full agreement with you, my lord,” Rebecca said, “though I do believe I have a better solution to the problem—if you’ll allow me to explain.”

W
hen Rebecca left Wolvington House again, it was in the company of the marquess and marchioness, who had both decided to escort her on her visit to Daniel’s sister, after which they made another stop at the Landborough residency. “So what you’re saying is that Grover tried to kill your husband and you’d like my assistance in making him pay?” the Duke of Landborough asked.

“That is correct,” Rebecca said as she met Judy’s gaze.

“Well count me in,” Landborough said. “I’ve been waiting years for such an opportunity, and now that it’s here, I find that I’m rather looking forward to it.”

After thanking the Landboroughs for their support and departing their home, the Wolvingtons then accompanied Rebecca to a modiste shop so she could be fitted for a mourning gown. Conveniently, the dressmaker had three black gowns set aside in various sizes in the event that one would be needed, so all that was required were a few minor adjustments before one of the gowns fit Rebecca perfectly.

Seated in the Wolvington carriage on their way back to Avern House, Lady Wolvington surprised Rebecca by assuring her that extra servants would be sent to her home later in the day. “The house is understaffed, and now that you have a bedridden husband to care for you’ll need all the help you can get.” Rebecca didn’t argue, knowing that things had not been easy for any of the servants even before the shooting, when Daniel had been able to help. She was grateful to Lady Wolvington for the consideration.

“And I will make a deposit to Daniel’s account,” Lord Wolvington said. To clarify, he added, “It is clear that he did the right thing, even if it does go against the rules of Society. He did save you, and the fact that he is willing to do whatever is necessary in order to support you shows a level of maturity in him that he did not possess before he met you.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Rebecca said, happy that Lord Wolvington was willing to forgive what Daniel had done and was finally able to see what a wonderful man he truly was. But she was reluctant to accept his offer of financial support, knowing that Daniel had wanted to try and manage on his own—to prove himself capable of supporting his family without relying on help from anyone. So she said, “That is most generous of you, but I would advise that you discuss doing so with Daniel first.”

“You think he might refuse?” Lord Wolvington asked, sitting back and looking moderately surprised.

“I do,” she said. “Not because he holds a grudge toward you but because he’s quite determined to prove himself capable of more than what everyone expects of him.”

There was an unmistakable look of admiration in the eyes of the Wolvingtons as they gazed back at Rebecca. “Whatever you’ve done . . . thank you,” Lady Wolvington said, her eyes glistening with emotion. “We’ve been so worried about him and his future for so long, but it is clear that you have had a positive effect on him.”

Lord Wolvington cleared his throat. He looked slightly uncomfortable with the direction in which the conversation was heading. “When he’s feeling better I should like to speak with him,” he said. The carriage rolled to a stop in front of Rebecca’s home. “Until then, however, I trust that you will keep us informed of any further developments?”

“You have my word on it, my lord.”

He nodded, but there was no mistaking the concern he felt, for his face was grave and his voice quite serious when he said, “Please be careful, Lady Rebecca. We know what Grover is capable of now, and if he wanted Daniel dead so he could have you for himself . . . I would hate to see you harmed in any way.”

Lady Wolvington nodded in agreement, and Rebecca promised them both that she would take care. The door to the carriage opened, and Hawkins was there to help her alight and to carry her parcel into the house. An obituary would appear in the paper the following morning— Daniel’s brother-in-law had promised to see to that—and once that happened, Rebecca was certain that Grover would come calling.

“How did it go?” Daniel asked when she returned. “You were gone for some time, so I imagine you were successful?”

“Yes. I spent a lovely afternoon with your family, and I also have a new gown.” She placed her box on the bed next to Daniel’s legs and pulled back the lid to reveal the black twill. “So from this moment forth, you will not move from this room. We must be as convincing as possible—the slightest suspicion and our plan will fail. And to that effect, I should like to change into my new dress if you would be so good as to unbutton the back for me.” She came around to his side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it, close enough for Daniel to offer his assistance, his fingers making quick work of the long row of buttons. When he was done, she felt his breath against her back, followed by a quick succession of kisses along her spine. She felt her breath catch and her skin grow hot, but she pushed the temptation aside and stood up. “Forgive me, but I really must get ready, my love. Your aunt is sending servants over, and I should like to be there to greet them when they arrive.”