Part 6 (1/2)

Erva chuckled and glanced down at the floor, slightly blus.h.i.+ng. She was too adorable for this situation. Howe was quiet too, Will knew, but he was also a bit of a lady's man. At least so it had been rumored. Will never had worried. Until now. He pulled Erva a tad closer.

Then Lord Admiral Richard Howe, General Howe's brother, sauntered close in his blue uniform. ”I say, my lady, that was the best performance I've seen outside a stage. Never before was seen such an act in a house. Yes.”

Everyone blinked, not exactly sure what the admiral meant. Will had heard that the admiral had an odd way of communicating. Thus far, he'd never met the man.

Erva curtsied. ”Thank you, my lord.”

”No, no, thank you.” Admiral Richard nodded.

”Lady Ferguson, have you met my brother, Lord Admiral Richard Howe?”

She shook her head. ”I haven't had the pleasure yet.”

Richard kissed her hand with efficiency, then turned to Will. ”General Hill, my brother speaks of you quite often for your bravery and intelligence. It is an honor to finally meet you.”

Will bowed as did Richard who also offered his hand in a firm shake.

”How-how did the peace talk with the Continental Congress progress, my lord?” Erva asked almost timidly of the Admiral. Will was quite pleased the lady kept current of events and the negotiations between the Howe brothers and certain members of the rebel American congress.

Richard sighed deeply and looked at his brother. ”Not well, my lady. As one of my aides said, 'We came. We talked. We left.' That surmises the meeting best, I think.”

She c.o.c.ked her head to the side, her light blonde tresses s.h.i.+ning in the candlelight. Then she bit her lip, but soon enough she couldn't contain her smile. ”I've-I've always wondered, Lord and General Howe, how you feel about America claiming her independence?”

Will pulled Erva even closer, knowing what she asked could be conveyed as sedition. However, he was proud of her for asking. Lord, she was a brave one.

Richard burst out laughing, then stopped as he leaned closer to Erva. ”What a question, my lady. One I have not been asked, save by my own brother, for I am told what my king purposes, and that is America is not to have her independence.”

Erva gave the Admiral a small smile. ”Yes, but you haven't answered my question.”

Richard softly chuckled again. ”My lady, I wish I could answer it for myself, as does my brother.”

General Howe nodded conspiratorially. ”Out of respect for my king, we cannot answer your question. But now I must turn the table on you, my lady. How do you feel about America's insistence upon independence?”

Erva shook her head with a pursed smile. ”If I told you, then that would be cheating.”

Both the Howe brothers chuckled.

The night couldn't be more perfect. He had his arm around a woman who'd somehow already captured his...well, his body positively liked her. He liked her. He knew that much. Whenever he'd pulled her nearer, she'd willingly accepted. She had been fidgeting with her hands while talking to the Howes, but while they laughed, her hands relaxed by her sides. One of them slipped across his leg. Her touch had been much lower than before, which he had known was an accident. A fortunate one, at that. Just thinking about it and his c.o.c.k almost came to life, of all the d.a.m.ned times.

As the brothers talked about loving a woman with a healthy sense of humor, Erva flittered her fingers against his leg again. This time, he was fairly certain it hadn't been happenstance.

Seduce her, Will thought of the order from his sergeant. Men would laugh and tease each other about women, about having s.e.xual intimacies with them. But Sergeant McDougal hadn't been joking.

And neither was Will.

The problem was he'd never done such a thing. Julia had basically attacked him, and as much as he would never admit it, that had been his first time. After Julia...Granted, his body would somehow spring to life, have wants and needs, but he'd never sought an end to that means, at least not with another. He had a hand after all. It pained him to admit how utterly unsophisticated he was with women. There were few women he'd had intimacy with after Julia. G.o.d, how pathetic. And ironic, for he knew well of his reputation.

He thought it was beyond bitter to a point where he'd laugh at his rakish status. Until that moment, he hadn't cared about it. Well, he had, but there was nothing to be done, he'd thought. But now that he'd met Erva, sweet, strong Erva...

Seduce her.

Will swallowed. Erva stood slightly in front of him. Well, half of her blocked the Howe brothers from the leg her fingers swept across again and again. He grasped her delicate hand with his own. Her breath caught, but other than that she proceeded on with her conversation-something about the size of Richard's cannon b.a.l.l.s in his s.h.i.+p, which of course, all parties laughed at the innuendo. G.o.d, she was brilliant.

Slowly, he dipped his fingers between hers. She stilled, but remained smiling. Will pushed his hand closer to her own, wrapping each finger with hers. He curled his digits until they clung to her hand, then just as she reciprocated, he loosened his grip. His thumb swept across the inside of her wrist. Such pale skin she hid there, where her pulse bounced against him. And there, right where his thumb met her soft flesh, he saw another light-colored dove. This flying bird was almost white, and he traced the outline of it, wondering about her birthmarks. It was then he noticed that Erva held her breath. Gently he caressed her wrist until he heard a tiny, ever so slight moan come from her throat. Almost imperceptible, but her breath quickened too. She was doing her best to cover it, he thought. But her tiny shoulders rose and fell in a completely satisfactory way. Her scent curled around him, pulling him closer. She smelled deliciously dark and feminine, like night jasmine. He found each of her fingers and again inserted his own between hers. She clutched at him. Ferociously, at that.

His c.o.c.k tingled with energy. Lord, at a banquet no less. Luckily, her dress's skirts blocked that part of his anatomy from view.

The Howe brothers said something about needing to leave, how they wished they could stay...Will could hardly believe his luck. He could rush Erva away. In the carriage, he would hold her ungloved hand and-it was time to think of what else she might like. He could kiss her sensitive wrist. Start there, yes. Then crawl his kisses up her arm. He hoped she would like that.

Lord, he was the least spontaneous man ever. He was tactically planning how to make love to her. Who did that? Well, obviously he did. But he'd always been a thinker, a planner. His army engineers had loved him for it. But he couldn't plan how to seduce her. Or could he? Didn't this act need spontaneity? Mayhap he could talk to Paul about how to do it.

G.o.d, he was a mess.

Just as his self-discriminating internal rant dipped into a downward spiral, he felt Erva's thumb caress the inside of his own wrist. Oh, that did feel good. His stomach contracted, and his c.o.c.k was all the more pleased with the turn of events. Perhaps seducing the lady might not be too difficult after all.

As the Howe brothers left with bows and kisses for Erva's free hand, Miss Winny and her little friends stampeded to Erva.

”Lady Ferguson,” Miss Winny said with too wide, too proud a smile. ”That was absolutely lovely. We loved your little song, didn't we, girls?”

The two almost identical women behind Miss Winny nodded.

”It was so sad, yet, well, lovely. We'd love to learn it from you.”

”Oh,” Erva said, her surprise apparent.

”We'd love to have tea with you, whenever you are free.” Miss Winny turned to Will, her smile turned cruel. ”Of course we'd love all your women there, both Miss Emma and Miss Lydia.”

Oh G.o.d, Will thought. Mayhap Erva hadn't heard the stories.

Erva's spine straightened, and she pulled her hand from his, even took a step away from him. It hurt, the separation, and obviously Erva had, indeed, heard the rumors about his supposed mistresses. How could he tell her they weren't true?

The gossip, unfortunately, wasn't his to tell, though he craved to explain it away.

So much for seducing the lady.

Chapter 8.

If Erva could have screamed, she would have. Well, this was her insane trip, and she just might in front of all these people. She'd almost fallen for that sweet yet highly charged handholding. G.o.d, that had been...her body still smoldered with the flames Will had ignited. He'd swept across her pulse in a knowing way. Too knowing! The man was infamous for having multiple lovers, like Miss Emma and Miss Lydia.

Obviously, he cared about the two women too, for they were in his will. After Will died, which would happen in just a few days, the two women would move to England. Although Paul somehow inherited most of the money, he gave Will's manor to the women, where they lived the rest of their lives together becoming a rather artistic duo England would rave about one day.

When Erva first read of their account, it had seemed too farcical. Here were two normal-appearing women who turned into best friends because they both were mistresses of the man behind her? How...odd. But history was full of oddities. No, that wasn't quite right. History was full of humans, being human.

She still couldn't believe she'd just met the Howe brothers. They were revolutionaries in their own right. General William had dramatically changed in-line formation while on the field, while Admiral Richard had changed communications between s.h.i.+ps of the line. Both were instrumental in the next century's transformation of warfare and technology. Further, as she had a.s.sumed, she'd liked them. They were reserved at first. But they'd opened to her. Well, of course they would. They were her hallucinations after all.

She liked Richard the most, as she'd known she would. From his letters and testimony from others, she thought the man had an unbelievably high IQ, but he wouldn't be known as being intelligent. His speech was convoluted and, more often than not, unclear. It was in his letters she'd found a clue as to why he spoke the way he did. Although past historians wrote him off as a pompous a.s.s because of his windy, vague speeches in Parliament, she'd discovered something else. His letter ”p” he'd often write upside down. Sometimes the number ”3” was written backwards. Because he'd never flipped his ”b” for a ”d,” the cla.s.sic sign of Dyslexia, no one considered him to have it. But with the newest science on her side, since she'd also asked a neuropsychologist for her input, Erva had proof that Richard was more than likely Dyslexic.