Part 16 (1/2)
Chapter Nine.
The Feast of the Epiphany ”It's almost morning.”
”It was the nightingale you heard, and not the lark,” Vivian said, and giggled at her paraphrase of Juliet's famous words. She stretched as she lay naked against him, loving the feel of her skin touching his, then threw a leg over his thigh.
”Perhaps you're right.” He lay his hand on her leg, his palm gliding up to her b.u.t.tock.
”Don't move,” she said, and slipped from beneath his hand. She found the satchel and brought it back to the bed. ”I'm hungry.”
”After what we just did, I am not surprised.”
She dug a tart out of the satchel and handed it to him. He took it, and she found a half-crushed pastry for herself and downed it. ”Heavens, that tastes good.” She found another and devoured it while he laughed.
”I have a confession to make,” he said, as she handed him a small cake.
She stopped chewing, her heart skipping a beat, a sudden fear taking hold of her. ”What is it?” She almost didn't want to hear the answer.
”I seduced you for my own selfish reasons.”
”Oh?”
”I was afraid I might not manage to get you out of this house, so I made you mine to be certain Captain Twitchen could not separate us again.”
She released her breath and smiled, then started to laugh.
”What?”
”You!” she said, her relief making her giddy.
”Why are you laughing?”
His frown made her laugh all the harder. Then she said, ”You didn't seduce me, I seduced you!”
”Nonsense.”
She leaned close, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brus.h.i.+ng against his chest, and kissed him. Five minutes later they emerged from a tangle of limbs, sheet, and satchel, hearts thumping with newly aroused pa.s.sion.
”I seduced you,” she said again.
He shrugged, and she could see he was trying to subdue a smile. ”All right. But why would you try?”
”For the same reason you gave, anda”” she started, and then cut herself off, not knowing if she should continue.
”And what? Speak your heart, Vivian. You know you can always do that with me.”
”And I wanted to be sure you could not be rid of me.”
He pushed himself upright and grasped her by the shoulders. ”Rid of you? I would never want to be rid of you. What could have possibly given you such an idea?”
”Mrs. Twitchen told me about your broken engagement to that other girl,” she said weakly.
”Oh, Vivian.” He pulled her to him and held her cradled against his chest. ”I caught my fiancee pinching Sara, and calling her a little b.a.s.t.a.r.d. She had pretended to me that she adored the children, and I had not been wise enough to see the lie.”
”She hurt Sara?” Vivian asked in horror, trying to look up at him and seeing only the hard line of his jaw. ”How could she? How could anyone?”
”She thought she had the right.”
”Why then did you take the blame for breaking the engagement?”
”Because I did break it. She would have gone through with the marriage.”
”But the public apologya” she asked, confused.
”I thought it easier to give them what they asked. I did not need vengeance: I just wanted to be free of her.”
”I am so sorry.”
”It was not one of the happier times of my life, and I'm afraid it has attached itself to my name. People think I have no honor.”
She reached up and lay her hand against his cheek, coaxing him to look at her. ”You are the most honorable man I have ever known.”
He met her gaze, his dark eyes sheened with tears. ”I love you,” he said, his voice hoa.r.s.e with emotion. ”You do not know how long I have waited to find you, Vivian Ambrose.”
”And I you, my love.”
And that was when the door opened, and with a gasp and a cry Mrs. Twitchen fainted to the floor.
”I think it was only that special license in Mr. Brent's jacket that kept Papa from shooting him,” Penelope said, putting the finis.h.i.+ng touches to Vivian's hair. ”I have never seen him so angry! And the words he used! So vulgar! I'll have a hard time of it in London, with the way he'll be watching me after all this, afraid I'll come to the same bad end. I suppose I deserve it.”