Time After Time (115 page)

She heard the loud banging of the metal bucket against the barn wall as Sarah continued her diatribe. “And I appreciate how you saved Nelson from going to heaven because he couldn’t herd sheep. Even Daisy the cow at least can give us milk now that her wounds have healed. But those chickens are good for nothing!”

Sarah emerged from the barn. “They were way past the egg-laying phase when you took them from Mrs. Gray, and they’ve become too much like pets to eat now that their feathers have grown back.”

Penelope took off her soiled apron and folded it under her arm. “Well, they do help you wake up in the morning.”

“All the more reason to get rid of them.” Sarah made a face, then she took Penelope’s other arm as they started walking back to the house. “Are you ready to face Papa now?”

She took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Of course I am. The chickens merely needed feeding. It’s not as if I was hiding from him.”

Sarah looked skeptical, so she changed the subject. “Where’s Colin?”

“How would I know?” Sarah retorted.

“You’re his twin, aren’t you?” Penelope arched a brow. “I thought twins had a mystical connection or some such.”

Sarah let go of her arm and started walking briskly. “Stop teasing me about that. I’ve long given up on mentally speaking to Colin.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s obviously pure rubbish.”

“Are you certain? Perhaps we should ask him to think of a number and let you guess it again, only this time we limit the range. How about a number between one and fifty?”

Sarah waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Oh, that’s easy enough to answer. He’d probably think of how many pairs of his shoes I put marbles in this morning.”

“Three,” Colin answered, glowering at Sarah as he leaned against the front door of the house, his dark blonde hair swaying just above his shoulders.

“Oh, there you are, Colin. Have you heard about the earl?” Sarah asked. “Polly met him when she went to the inn to give your flowers to Mari.”

Colin’s green gaze shifted to Penelope. “Yes. That’s why I came out here to meet you. Polly, does this mean I can go back to school?”

She winced. “I don’t know, Colin … I wouldn’t want to importune Lord Ravenstone with requests for that sort of thing yet. I’ve only just met the man.”
You should keep that in mind next time you throw yourself at him.

She sighed. Grandfather had died two years ago, and that’s when the family had learned of his gambling debts. All they had left now was this house, and the creditors were determined to take it, too.

Colin had to quit school, Sarah had no governess, their mother spent most of her time grinding herbs to sell at the apothecary shop, and Papa traveled farther, working longer hours, while Penelope had taken over the household management.

Part of the problem, she knew, was that Papa often worked for no pay, seeing as most of the villagers had so little in terms of financial assets.

It was a miracle some of the servants stayed, even though the family couldn’t afford to give them any more than board and lodging. If her family didn’t possess such a good sense of humor, they would be in complete despair.

“Speaking of Papa,” Penelope pressed on, “why hasn’t he summoned me yet? I thought he wanted to talk to me, and I’ve been home for two hours.”

Colin shrugged. “He was very tired when he came back from visiting a patient, so he fell asleep as soon as he sent that note to the inn.”

Something in the way he spoke made her eye him suspiciously as he stepped aside to let them into the house. “What did you do, Colin?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do.” She stared at him. “Did you put something in Papa’s tea?”

“Don’t worry about it, Polly.” He grinned. “He won’t wake up until just before supper.”

Sarah guffawed, then covered her mouth with her hand and kept silent as she passed Colin in the foyer.

Penelope eyed her younger brother with mock severity before smiling reluctantly. She really couldn’t handle an interview with Papa at that moment. “Thank you, Colin. I do appreciate it.”

He winked at her. “I thought you might.”

“Well, I’m going to go change for supper,” Sarah piped up, heading for the stairs. “What’s appropriate wear for receiving an earl, Polly?”

“Just wear what you’d normally wear for supper. I talked to Lord Ravenstone in this gown and he didn’t seem to mind.”
He seemed to like it, in fact,
Penelope added silently, remembering how Lucas’s large hands had explored her this afternoon. She fought down another blush. She had to stop thinking about that.

Colin headed up the stairs as well. “We all better get ready for supper. Since Mama’s taken over the kitchen and is busy ordering Cook about, I’ve no doubt Papa won’t be happy when he wakes up. And I don’t want to be the first one he sees when he does.”

Penelope was about to follow her siblings when she realized she had to warn Lucas of what to say in front of her stepfather at supper. Or, rather, what
not
to say. Their bargain had to remain a secret, since Papa didn’t know about her arrangement with the creditors.

“You go on ahead,” she said, heading for the library. “I need to write down a few notes about the cow’s state of health. If I don’t do it now, I’m likely to forget all about it.”

She closed the library door and proceeded to compose her secret letter to the earl. The last time she’d penned a secret note to him, she’d been eighteen and heartbroken, forced to accept that he, too, had forsaken her. This time, she vowed, she’d be in control of her destiny. She felt no emotion as she continued to write.

Chapter Four

Lucas entered Highfield Manor, his eyes drawn to the beautifully curved, cantilever stone staircase supported and framed by three long, delicate pillars, which dominated the foyer, while handing his cloak and top hat to the elderly maidservant who’d materialized at his side.

The maidservant nervously took his cloak and hat, turned and tripped over the edge of the worn rug covering most of the stone floor of the wide, dimly lit hall.

Lucas grabbed the woman’s arm to keep her from falling.

“Are you well?” he asked the old woman.

“Yes’r, m’lord earl,” the woman chimed with nervous enthusiasm. “Thank ye, kindly. I was jest … jest wantin’ to show ye into the drawin’ room.”

“I would certainly appreciate that, madam. Please, lead on.”

“This way, m’lord earl!” the woman shrieked.

Lucas resisted the urge to grimace. The poorly trained servant confirmed what he’d learned about the Walkers this afternoon after he’d received the ridiculous note his fiancée had sent to him. The chit had actually suggested a few lines of dialogue for him to consider as preparation for supper with her stepfamily, along with the warning that under no circumstances was he to mention their bargain to her stepfather.

The maidservant opened a door, and Lucas went through it when he was motioned to do so. He’d scarcely taken a step inside the room when the door was firmly shut behind him. The drawing room was long rather than wide in dimension, with two sitting areas, one by the hearth and another at the opposite end of the room by a big window that looked out over the manor’s gardens. Lucas paused behind a column, a few steps from the sitting area by the window where the Walker family was too engrossed in their discussion to notice him.

“I have yet to talk to Polly about this,” a man Lucas assumed was Dr. Walker said in a low voice.

A blonde woman Lucas recognized as Penelope’s mother, Lady Eleanor Maitland, gave an indelicate snort. “What is there to talk about? We’ve always known he would claim her one day. You knew that when we married.”

“Not like this … I didn’t know he would just walk in here and take my little girl — ”

“Papa, Polly’s twenty-five,” a boy of about fifteen pointed out. “She’s hardly a little girl. She’s not even a
young
girl anymore.”

“
Shut up
, Colin,” Penelope and a blonde young woman sitting beside Colin chorused.

“And you,” Dr. Walker raked a hand through his graying light hair and rounded on the boy called Colin, “I don’t know if it was you or Sarah who drugged my tea this afternoon, but when I find out — ”

“It was Sarah,” Colin readily answered, pointing an accusing finger at the young lady beside him.

“It was
not
!” Sarah denied hotly.

“My lord!” Lady Maitland cried, an uneasy smile fixed on her lips as she stood up, turning everyone’s attention. “It’s such a pleasure to see you again, after so many years. Please forgive our failure to welcome you formally to Highfield Manor. Gertie was supposed to announce your arrival.”

“Lady Maitland,” he murmured, bowing in front of the older woman.

“I am Mrs. Eleanor Walker now, my lord,” Penelope’s mother informed him with an affectionate smile. She proceeded to introduce the rest of the Walkers to him.

Lucas felt oddly bereft when Penelope ignored him even as he sat next to her on the sofa.

Dr. Walker broke the expectant silence that had begun to fill the room.

“I suppose you heard our family meeting, my lord,” he grumbled. “I apologize. You weren’t supposed to witness it.”

He noticed Dr. Walker neither apologized nor tried to deny what the family meeting implied, only that Lucas wasn’t supposed to have seen it.

Now he knew where Penelope’s straightforward manner came from. “Please call me Lucas. Or Ravenstone, if you prefer. I don’t see any need to be so formal, now that we’re going to be family soon.”

Very
soon, if Lucas had anything to say about it. He’d been guilt-stricken about his behavior that afternoon, but since then he’d gleaned some information about the Walkers, the most interesting of which was that they were in dire straits, indeed.

Which meant they needed
him
.

The knowledge went a long way in banishing his remorse. A man in Lucas’s position had to do what needed to be done, and he couldn’t afford weakening with feelings like guilt.

He offered a tight-lipped smile to everyone as the uncomfortable silence stretched in the room. The ladies fidgeted with their skirts, Colin appeared impatient, and Dr. Walker was looking at him suspiciously. It seemed Lucas would have to work to get on the Walker family’s good side.

Very well, if that’s what he needed to do, then by thunder, he would do it.

He was convinced of the rightness of marrying Penelope. After all, he was only doing what was best for everyone. He’d overreacted to their shared moments of passion, failing to realize its advantages. For what was better than having a wife who also had the ability to make his blood run hot with lust by doing nothing more than sit silently beside him, making him itch to uncover every inch of the luscious female curves under that prim blue gown?

Good God, even sitting here in front of her damned family, he already craved another taste of her sweet mouth. And another, and another …

You just want to bed her
.

Lucas stiffened at the insidious thought. He couldn’t deny it. It was how heirs were made, after all.

He wondered how anyone could prefer an angelic blonde to the exotic nymph beside him. He’d certainly never experienced this burning hunger with a simple kiss. He’d merely had one little taste of her and already had the undeniable need to claim her as his. Her effect on him would have been troubling if he didn’t know she wanted him, too. He was certain of it. Penelope was too innocent to feign her eager responses to his touch.

He stole a glance at his betrothed, and possessiveness surged through him. She belonged to
him
, even if she didn’t realize it yet. Even if her own father didn’t realize it. If he had to, he’d prove it to her over and over, until she was convinced. He realized his hands had clenched into fists and he forced himself to relax.

“Lucas,” Dr. Walker began, the man’s brown eyes regarding him quizzically. “I believe you are here to make your intentions known.”

He grabbed Penelope’s hand, making her jump. “Yes, sir. I’m here to marry my fiancée.”

Dr. Walker rounded on him. “And you could not even be bothered to ask me for her hand?”

“Her father already gave me her hand,” he pointed out, ignoring Penelope’s warning squeeze.

“I may not have sired her,” Dr. Walker was shaking with fury, “but
I
brought her into this world.
I
raised her, and
I
have been more of a father to her than Lord Maitland ever was!”

“Calm down, Robert,” Eleanor admonished. “His lordship is not leaving you out of the equation. That is the reason he is here.” She faced Lucas with a gentle smile. “I was sorry to hear of your parents’ demise, my lord. I was acquainted with your mother. You must miss Vivian very much.”

His hold on Penelope’s hand tightened. “My mother died in childbirth two years before my father did.”

Eleanor winced. “I know, but as with your father’s death, I found out about it long after the fact. Maitland rarely came home and when he did, he never told me any news from London.” Eleanor looked at him with sad eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when your parents passed.”

Hell, she looked like she was about to cry. “It was a long time ago, madam.”

“Of course.” Eleanor gave a suspicious sniff. “Excuse me. I will go check on supper.” She left the room with her head bowed.

Penelope finally joined the conversation. “How is Lady Olivia?”

She knew about Olivia?
She seemed to know a lot more about him than he did of her. “My sister is preparing for her first Season, and she’s excited to meet you.” He gave a faint smile, relieved to be talking about something other than his mother.

“And when will that meeting be?” Dr. Walker asked, eyeing their entwined hands.

“As soon as possible. I procured a special license before leaving London, and I have brought it with me in the event that Penelope agrees to marry me.”

“She hasn’t agreed?” Colin asked, his eyes curious.

Everyone looked at Penelope, their expressions all asking the same question.