Wonderland By Night (Heroic Rogues Series) (17 page)

“It was pure luck that we are here,” he said. “I didn’t think we would find a place to stay. People usually are not this friendly to strangers.”

“It must be...your exceptional handsome looks...that got us a...place, then,” she teased.

“Or yours,” he replied with a wink.

His eyes deepened to the color of hot coffee. The longer she stared, the more she melted. Smiling at him once more, she rested her head against his chest, snuggling closer for more warmth. It wasn’t until his hand moved the bulk of her hair aside to rub her, when she realized her hair had fallen out of the bun.

“Your hair is down,” he whispered. “It’s a lovely color.”

“It’s called…wet.”

He chuckled. “I’m happy to know you still have your sense of humor even while you’re chilled to the bone.”

“Me, too.” Standing against him this close to the fire as he continued to stroke heat back into her body was very relaxing. She didn’t want to move from this spot against his chest. “Do you think it is raining in Manchester?”

“Why?”

“I wondered if the rain would keep your aunt and uncle from their opera.”

“I highly doubt that. Uncle Henry is determined, and so it will happen. Besides he has three females with him, which means they will get their way.”

“You know, I didn’t tell anyone where I was going today. None of the servants know. Well, besides the stable boy.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t tell anyone, either.”

The swishing of Georgia’s skirts announced her presence before she entered the room. “All right, I have your room ready and a roaring fire to warm you two up.”

Gabe kept one arm around Emiline as they followed the widow upstairs to the second floor, and to the guestroom. The heat from the fire touched
Emmie’s
face as she walked in. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, still enjoying both the warmth and the comfort of being in Gabe’s arms.

When she finally surveyed the room, it surprised her to see it was larger than she’d expected. Against the far wall was a huge bed with the quits that had been turned down. The floor had what a lovely Oriental carpet lying in the middle of the room. The widow must be wealthier than Emiline first suspected. Even the armoires, drawers and tables were made of the finest quality.

The cozy room beckoned to Emmie, giving her a confusing sense of being at home in London. Strange she would feel this way since she hadn’t received that feeling at Mr. and Mrs. Hampton’s house.

Once her mind cleared, something struck her—jolting her out of Gabe’s arms. There was only one bed! Georgia couldn’t possibly think they would share a bed…yet what else would the older woman think? She must assume they were married! Panic consumed Emmie and she took yet another step away from Gabe, looking up at him with wide eyes. When she opened her mouth to rectify the most improper situation, Gabe slid his arm around her once more and squeezed so she couldn’t move. He shook his head as if warning her not to say anything.

“Take off those wet clothes and leave them outside the door.” Georgia didn’t notice
Emmie’s
dismay and woman walked to the door. “I had a few extra changes of clothes that my children left behind, and I laid them on the bed for both of you to wear for the night.”

Gabe smiled at the older woman. “Thank you, Georgia. You are an extremely kind woman.”

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Georgia opened the door to step out, but then stopped and looked back at the two. “Are you two hungry? I could put together a light meal for you, if you would like.”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” Gabe answered.

“I shall bring the food up when it is ready.” She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Emmie yanked away from his side once the door was shut. “Why didn’t you tell her?” she asked. “Now she thinks we are married.”

Gabe moved toward the bed and shrugged. “I thought about our choices. I could have let her know we are not married, and then she would have wondered why we were alone together all day long without a proper chaperone, and I didn’t want her thinking you were anything less than a lady or she would have turned us out.” He’d dropped the damp blanket to the floor and began taking off his shirt. “Or, I could have told her nothing, letting her believe we are married, and she wouldn’t have known otherwise. Now, which choice would you have me make?”

The minute he pulled off his shirt, she suddenly forgot their conversation. Once again, she was able to look upon that wonderfully handsome masculine chest of his. This time, she couldn’t leisurely ogle as she’d done that time by the pond. “
Wh
—what are you doing?” she shrieked, all the while her heart fluttered rapidly.

“I’m taking off my wet clothes and replacing them with the dry ones Georgia set out for me.” Pausing, he looked at her standing in the middle of the room, still shivering in her damp blanket. “I suggest you do the same before you become ill with a fever.”

He was right, but she didn’t think she could undress in front of him. Unlike Gabe who had a body to admire, she wasn’t proud of hers, probably because she thought it looked more like a boy’s than it did a woman’s. Not only that, but the very idea of undressing with him in the room was so improper! In the back of her mind, she could hear her father’s tirade of those times she didn’t act like the fitting daughter of a duke. She didn’t want him ashamed of her.

Then again…did she really have a choice?

Scanning the room, she looked for any signs of a dressing screen, but there was none. How could she take off her clothes and still be modest about it?

Her gaze moved back to Gabe and he was wiping his chest dry with one of the many towels Georgia had left for them to use. Maybe Emiline would wait until he was finished and then ask him to leave the room so that she could change.

After drying his hair, Gabe rested the towel over his shoulder and began to undo his breeches. “Unless you want to see
the rest
of my body, I suggest you turn your head, Emmie.”

Gasping, she quickly turned her back toward him. Heat filled her body, more stifling than the fire she stood by, making her face blaze so hot she feared she wouldn’t need a towel to dry off now. Nervously, she threaded her fingers through her hair, finishing removing the pins that were still left, as she tried to dry her hair. She heard when Gabe pulled the wet breeches from his body, and when they flopped to the floor. She waited a few seconds more before she heard the material flap in the air as he put on what Georgia had left for him.

“I’m decent now,” he told her.

Slowly, she turned and looked. The long nightshirt he wore looked too small for him. Instead of hitting his calves like nightshirts were supposed to, this one barely covered his knees. He certainly had some muscular legs.

Silently, she grumbled. How dare he make her think of such wicked thoughts! But she had to admit he was right to make Georgia think they were married. Emmie couldn’t have her reputation ruined, especially if the truth ever came out that she was the real daughter of a duke.

Gabe carried his wet clothes to the door and set them outside in the hallway, closing the door after he was done. He turned around and gave her a grin. “Do I need to help you?”

“No.”

“Then why have you not started to undress?”

“I’m waiting for you to leave first.”

Chuckling, he walked past her and to the bed where he plopped himself down. He leaned back and folded his arms across the back of his head, stretching his legs out in front of him, sighing heavily. “I think not, my dear,
wife
. I’m staying right here.” He shrugged. “Besides, how would that look to Georgia if she knew the husband had to wait outside the bedroom while the wife undressed?”

She scowled. “Will you at least have the decency to close your eyes?”

He gave her one of his teasing grins then closed his eyes.

That insufferable man!
He could be so impossible sometimes. Between one hand and her chin, she tried to keep the blanket as her shield as her other hand fumbled with her clothes. Needless to say, she failed miserably.

“Would you like some help?” Gabe asked without opening his eyes. “I can hear your grunts of frustration and moans of despair.”

She growled, knowing she could not do it without him. “Do you promise to keep your eyes closed?”

The corners of his mouth lifted in a grin. “Yes, but can I look now before I walk to you?”

“Of course.”

He moved off the bed, grabbed a few towels and draped them over his shoulder before coming to stand in front of her. Taking hold of the blanket, he held it together.

“Now close your eyes,” she instructed.

“Why? I will not see you with the blanket around you.”

She scowled. “Just do as I say.”

Wearing a wide grin, he shrugged and followed instructions. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, grateful he couldn’t see. Even with his help, she still struggled, but it was easier than before. She managed to slip off her riding habit, but not her underclothes.

“Keep your eyes closed.” She grabbed a towel and tried to dry herself as much as possible while still standing circled in the blanket. Then she removed his hands from the edges of the blanket and hurried to the bed to retrieve the nightgown. After slipping the gown over her head, she quickly pulled off her wet under garments. Hastily, she patted the towel on her head to soak up any wetness her hair still held. She then picked up all her clothes and dropped them outside the door beside Gabe’s. Once this was accomplished, she ran to the bed and hopped in, yanking the blankets up to her chin. “All right, I’m ready.”

He opened his eyes and looked at her, then chuckled. “Why are you being so modest? Your wet riding habit showed me more of your womanly curves than that nightgown.”

She scowled. He was right. The nightgown billowed over her, yet she still felt so indisposed. “I cannot help how I feel. What we are doing here is wrong, and you well know it.”

He laughed again then walked back to the bed, picking up a dry towel on his way. “You know why I’m continuing with this masquerade.” Sitting on the bed, he draped the towel over her head and left it there. “Your hair is still wet. If you do not dry it, then your nightgown will get wet, as well as the bed sheets and pillows.”

Emmie suspected she looked silly sitting on the bed with a towel over her head while she clutched the blanket with both hands to her chin. She was afraid of letting go of the covers because they might fall away from her.

With one hand she held the blankets, and the other toweled her hair. When she was done, she threw the towel to the floor and then ran her fingers through her hair, straightening out the tangles, still keeping the blankets from dropping any lower than her chin.

Gabe lay on top of the covers, resting on his side as he watched her. He must think her silly to be so cautious. Although she was supposed to be the duke’s poor relation, she still had morals. After settling back in bed, she wished he’d remove that teasing grin from his face.