Part 18 (1/2)

She melted against him and answered his invitation, her hands sliding up his arms, delighting in the taut flex of muscle beneath her touch, the cloth of his waistcoat pulled tight. She loved the feel of him, reveled in his masculinity, the sheer physicality of his body, so elegant one often forgot his exceptional strength.

She kissed him back with all the yearning she'd hidden, all the emotion she'd buried, as their hot breath mingled in want, and his hands spanned her waist to hold her in place. Pleasure burned through her with each stroke of his tongue, beginning at her mouth and pooling in her core. She moved her legs against his in a restless motion and he thrust his thigh to part her skirts, allowing her to slide closer still. His hands dragged over her gown, the silk rustling and smoothing, the sound as enticing as the power of his hold and the unrelenting hunger of his mouth.

Caught in a sea of emotion, she stroked her hand down his arm, beneath his coat and across the flat of his stomach, then lower, to settle her palm on his taut length. He gasped against her mouth, his breathing harsh and broken, and she paused, unsure of her actions until he murmured something, his mouth again making magic and she could not stop, her heart racing. She fumbled with the b.u.t.tons, his trousers pulled tight, but with the slightest adjustment she managed to open the front placket. Her hand slid inside and down his hard shaft. Her touch cool, his skin burned and throbbed as she wrapped her fingers around him, unwilling to listen to any vestige of sensibility, surrendering to emotion, all weakness and strength.

He broke their kiss and his cheek dragged across the line of her jaw before he stopped, his mouth pressed against her ear. ”Penelope.” His voice was thick, each syllable a pant of ragged breathing. His arms tightened, locking her to him in a powerful embrace.

She did not want the moment to end. Ever. She turned to him, his eyes smoldered with pa.s.sion, and she matched his brilliant amber gaze, unwilling to allow him to stop her. Fearing what he would say if given the chance, she grasped his chin and brought his mouth down to hers, while her other hand, the one that promised pleasure, wrapped tighter around his shaft, gliding down the silky hot skin and smoothly rising to begin again. He deepened the kiss and groaned into her mouth, the sound echoing to her soul as his tongue offered her unfathomable pleasure with every caress.

He felt so large, so hard and powerful, but she soon realized it was she who held the power. She, who caused him to shudder when her fingers neared the tip of his shaft. And she, who evoked the sensual groan deep in his chest as she smoothed her palm downward. She wanted to kiss him the way he had kissed her on the tabletop the night before, but they couldn't stay here in the hallway, their minds awash with endless sensation.

She withdrew and his hands came up to cradle her face, his maddening kisses holding her in place as much as his fingers and it was good of him to offer support because his magnificent spine-tingling kisses made her world spin right off its axis.

But they couldn't continue, could they? Right there in the hallway, when anyone could stumble upon them cloaked in the corner's shadowy darkness. She loosened her hold, only to convince him to follow her into her bedchamber, but it was too late.

”Wait.”

His voice, velvet over steel, stopped everything, all thought and motion, and he pushed away gently with a groan of pleasure, one arm bracketed against the wall, his s.h.i.+rt tail concealing his completion.

The next few minutes were dedicated to rea.s.sembling their clothing and regaining their breath. Penelope searched for the right words. She never shared an intimate act, any intimate act, before Phineas and she refused to have it riddled with ambiguity and insecurity. Had she pleased him? The inkling of a question began to take hold and she looked into his handsome face seeking rea.s.surance. He pulled her close, the situation well under control, and pressed his lips to her forehead as he whispered against her skin and erased any doubt. ”I must endeavor to miss dinner more often. Sleep well, my delicious minx.”

Chapter Twenty-Three.

Early morning sun slanted across the steps as Phineas inserted his key in the lock on Kent Street. It was beyond routine to visit during the daylight hours, but he needed to make a break, wish his best to Mary and Benjamin and then move on, now that he'd found his rightful place in the world beside Penelope. He'd stopped first at the cemetery for one final visit. Time had lessened the sorrow, but not erased the deed. Still he was primed to release the strong hold past events held on his future. Nothing is as burdensome as a secret, a realization elicited by Penny's situation more than his own intuition.

With a twist of the k.n.o.b, he entered the hall, quiet and dim, and a whisper of clues indicated things were not as they should be. Two boxes piled high with personal items sat near the foot of the doorframe. Pictures had been removed from the wall. He called a greeting and awaited a familiar female reply or child's ecstatic laughter, but neither met his ears. Prompted into action, he moved to the back of the house.

”Leave here at once.”

Startled, yet emotionally prepared for the confrontation, Phin held up his palm, not wis.h.i.+ng to exacerbate the situation. ”I've come to say goodbye. It appears I'm just in time. Are you leaving London? I saw the boxes.” He motioned toward the cartons littering the floor.

”What we do and where we go is none of your concern. You killed my son and stole my future. You've done enough.” Resentment flashed across the man's face, transforming to vehement hostility just as quickly. ”Now get out.”

”I understand.” Phineas searched for the needed words. ”There was no way to know boxing would cause Jonathan's death.” Regret seared his throat. ”He didn't complain after we sparred. I had no idea he was in pain.”

”Your excuses matter little. He came home that evening, went to bed and never woke up.” His scornful accusations sliced through the silent room. ”Had you not rattled his brain he'd still be here to take care of his wife and son.”

A voice near the back door drew their attention. ”Phineas.” Mary's look of surprise faded into stricken alarm as she eyed her father-in-law. ”Please leave us. Benjamin is waiting for you in the yard.” She aimed a pointed stare at the older man and after an unbearable pause he left, not sparing a glance back.

”He's still very angry.” She wrung her hands as if choosing her words with care. ”He can't accept Jonathan experienced difficulties long before he decided to visit the boxing saloon. My husband hid it well. Had the doctor not informed us of the appointments after Jonathan pa.s.sed, we would never have known. But my husband didn't wish to burden his family, so you've taken the brunt of that secret.” She offered a tremulous smile. ”It serves no purpose to repeat it.”

”I'm so sorry.”

”You've apologized dozens of times for an inevitable accident. The same result would have happened in due time were Jonathan to exert himself in another fas.h.i.+on. The doctor confirmed it. At times, I wonder if he didn't mean to end his pain by asking you to spar that day. I'll never know.” She swallowed, her eyes seeking his in understanding. ”My father-in-law would rather blame you than think his son flawed.” She stepped forward, her expression one of grat.i.tude and serenity. ”Your visits have done wonders for Benjamin and me. Not just your help with managing the house, but with your friends.h.i.+p and kindness. Inconveniencing you during the night to avoid gossip and my in-laws' wrath went beyond the boundaries of your duty as a gentleman. Know that we appreciate it greatly and will remember you fondly.”

”It was my honor to a.s.sist you.” His voice couldn't be more sincere.

”Be happy, Phineas. You deserve to be.”

Penelope smiled shyly and accepted the message Jenkins delivered to the morning room. Phineas was full of sweet surprises and sentimental expressions. For such a large man, who enjoyed earthy occupations and a solid boxing routine, romance owned a piece of Phin's soul as much as his hearty appet.i.te.

Returning to her bedchamber, she settled on the corner of the mattress and with delighted antic.i.p.ation, opened the sealed envelope, her heart dancing a giddy beat; although as her eyes scanned the words, the message threatened to stop her heart altogether. Simon wanted to meet with her. Little other information was shared aside from location and time. She'd be every kind of fool to believe he could be trusted, but perhaps she could persuade him to return her mother's cameo. The loss of that piece caused her heart to ache more than any financial hards.h.i.+p or social embarra.s.sment.

She should leave Phineas a message or ask Aubry to intervene once he arrived home, but with all likelihood he would be angry she pursued the matter and might even come after her, ensuring Simon would be outraged that she hadn't followed the note to the letter and arrived alone in secrecy. Hadn't she burdened Phineas enough with her troubles?

A knock on the door interrupted her considerations as a maid brought in a breakfast tray. Penelope needed to make a decision and the comfort found in a cup of tea was just the answer, although she hadn't much time. Simon's note demanded she come at once.

Later that morning, Phineas and his friends gathered at Richmond Park to avoid alarming the ladies. He wanted to keep Penelope as far from the possibility of danger as he was able, and Isabelle and Lexi were included in his concern. The air was thick with tension more than mist, as the sun had risen hours before. Phin's patience wore thin as each minute pa.s.sed, his comrades aware conversation was the last thing he desired. The two dueling pistols resting on a blackthorn stump bore evidence he meant to get on with his end of the challenge. Still Ridley had yet to show and no apology had been forthcoming.

A sudden rustling of undergrowth from the copse of trees where they stood drew the attention of all four men, their senses acutely attuned in wait of Ridley's approach, yet two squirrels playfully on the chase proved all that came to bear.

Phin let loose a string of curses and turned to his friends, all acknowledging the same conclusion and not at all happy with the result. If no pistol was to be fired on this morning, Phineas hoped Ridley had left England, beaten at his own game and never to be seen again, but one could never be sure. The Trumpington issue remained unsettled and rumors concerning Ridley's poor behavior continued to circulate. They needed an efficient plan in case the cur's disrespectful actions persisted.

”We know of Ridley's licentious behavior and multiple ident.i.ties.” Con stopped pacing and waited for his friends to engage the conversation. ”I dug a little deeper and reclaimed a few favors. It has not been hard to discover Ridley's trail of lies. The women he deceived in the past suffered in shame, unwilling to come forward or otherwise helpless to reclaim what he'd stolen.”

”That speaks well of Penelope's courage in attempting to seek Ridley after his fallacious misdeeds. She is uncommonly brave.”

Phineas nodded his head in agreement of Devlin's remark. ”Penny is anything but faint-hearted. She has suffered greatly because of Ridley's perfidious actions.” He punched his fist in blatant agitation. ”I've already shown extraordinary patience.”

”I don't know how any individual could behave so duplicitously and manage to sleep at night.” Harold expressed disgust and slashed his arm in a wide arc as if to be rid of Ridley's wrongdoings.

”Regardless of his past, he's stolen everything from Penny and I intend to hold him accountable even if I have to beat each penny out of him.” The statement was spoken with an odd note of pleasure.

”Fists will get you nowhere if we can't first determine if he possesses enough money to repay the debt.” Devlin took up Con's previous motion and paced before the dueling pistols. ”In regards to Trump's grey, there are dozens of stables where Ridley may have hidden the horse. That is, if he has it.” Devlin paused as if reconsidering what he'd said. ”If Con's information is correct, Ridley is running out of time faster than funds. I don't doubt he'll soon be running altogether, most especially now that you have bodily harm on your to-do list.”

Phineas turned toward his friends, his tone low and even. ”That may be true, but I'm not satisfied with some decorous resolution. There must be something I can do on Penny's behalf. And what of everything I've told you about the cameo? My trip to Rundell and Bridge yesterday confirmed my suspicions. The brooch is a Dilgano and worth a handsome fortune. Whether or not Ridley knew what he stole remains a moot point. Considering his cupidity in misleading females and bilking them of their savings, I suspect he'll never be able to resist pursuit of the treasure.” He blew out a frustrated sigh. ”And that puts Penelope in danger.”

She wept openly when retelling him of her past. The least he could do in the name of honor was beat Arlis Ridley to a b.l.o.o.d.y pulp. He didn't care about the money. He would happily replace every s.h.i.+lling she'd lost, but for the simple fact she and her sister shared a multiple of desperate days because of the despicable individual's ignominious deeds, retribution was in order.

”So then what is our plan?” Harry stepped closer, anxious to lend himself to the task.

”Perhaps we can appeal to his greed. Lure him into some type of trap. He had the Dilgano in hand and didn't know what he'd possessed. Now lost, he has no method to regain it, unless we offer him one.” Devlin's suggestion garnered no comment, but Phineas snapped to attention.

”I'd rather offer him my left hook.”

Harry interjected with a thread of rational thought. ”If you seek to regain Penelope's savings and heirloom jewelry, but Ridley has no money and has sold off all of the jewels, it seems little is left to be done.”

”Aside from making him miserable with a thorough beating.”

”I find this intense preoccupation with fisticuffs distracting.” Harold looked decidedly appalled. ”What happened to your sense of honor?”

”I will never have behaved more honorably,” Phin persisted undeterred.

”This is a waste of time,” Con interrupted. ”If you want to find the man and beat him senseless then go ahead. It's not as if London will miss the b.a.s.t.a.r.d when he sinks into obscurity and departs under the cover of night.” He pivoted in Phin's direction. ”At least you'll feel satisfaction at having defended Penelope's honor. Otherwise if you prefer to pursue a more obtund resolution I can supply the names of several excellent Bow Street Runners. They can arrest and incarcerate Ridley, but no matter how discreetly they operate, Penelope will be questioned and if I know you at all, her involvement is the last thing you wish. It's your choice. I'll back you no matter what you decide but waiting here and debating is nothing more than futility.”

Devlin nodded, acknowledging the conversation had come to an end. ”I agree. Your procrastination will lead you to naught but regret and the last thing you want is remorse as a bedfellow. Take it from someone who knows that well.”