Part 22 (1/2)
”It's a lovely name. Perhapsa” Caroline's expression grew dreamy. ”Perhaps she is a wild rose in need of cultivating.”
”We'll talk about this later, Caroline. I have business with Perry.”
”And we women have important things to discuss.” She returned to Mac's side, a perfect, ideal picture of budding womanhood. Everything Liam had sworn to protect.
But it was Mac's dark head rising above Caroline's golden curls that Liam noticed, and Mac's gaze he met before he turned away.
Perry was leaning indolently against the wall, watching the proceedings with cool detachment.
”Well, Perry,” Liam said, moving to join him. ”This is an unexpected surprise. It seems you've come to know Miss MacKenzie in a remarkably short time.”
”I was most impressed with her when you introduced us yesterday,” Perry said, pitching his voice for Liam's ears alone. ”She seemed a very bright girl. Not the sort you should keep prisoner, old man.”
”I won't even ask you how you got past my guard,” Liam said, lowering his voice to match Perry's. ”I'll get right to the point. What do you think you're going to accomplish with this little charade? What did you do to gain Mac's cooperation?”
”It should be obvious. I'm simply aiding an unfortunate young woman in need. You did misjudge the poor girl, a.s.suming she was working for me in the junglea”and to kill you, no less.” He looked up, brown eyes sharp in an impa.s.sive face. ”You used and abandoned her, Liam. If you don't see fit to atone for your mistakes, it behooves me as a gentleman to make up for your lapse. Certainly Caroline would be quick to agree. And considering your behavior in the junglea”your close relations.h.i.+p with Miss MacKenziea” He shrugged.
Liam came very close to grabbing Perry around his pristinely starched collar. ”Is that what she told you? I didn't abandon her. I had plans for hera””
”Can you blame her for doubting your intentions? When I offered my help in this strange city, she had no recourse but to accept. And of course I knew Caroline would be the perfect mentor to take her in hand.” He smiled a blandly infuriating smile. ”Don't worry, old man. When I asked for Caroline's help, I didn't reveal your previousa knowledge of Miss MacKenzie. That might be rather awkward, don't you think?”
Blackmail, Liam thought. But blackmail can work two ways, my friend.
”I don't know what you plan to gain by this, but you won't succeed,” Liam said softly. ”Do you seriously believe San Francisco will accept your story of a long-lost cousin and missionary's daughter?”
”With my sponsors.h.i.+p and Caroline's, I've no doubt of it.” He cast Caroline a frankly indulgent glance. ”And I know you won't make it difficult for us. It would hardly be in your best interests.”
”And Caroline's interests? Your devotion has a certain imperfection if you'd put her in company with an adventuress.”
”It's you who've defined Miss MacKenzie so uncharitably, not I. I'm not worried about Caroline.”
”Worried about what?” Caroline came up beside them, glancing from one man to the other. She took Perry's arm. ”I hope you gentlemen are done with your business. Rose and I are nearly ready for our outing.”
”Outing?” Liam repeated.
”To Cliff House,” Perry said. ”Caroline told me you'd promised it to her before we left for the jungle. She's most anxious to begin showing Rose the sights of the city.”
”I know it's soon after her arrival, but she does so want to go,” Caroline put in. ”All those days on the s.h.i.+p were so tedious. No society at all! And I've been waiting such a long time for your return.” She cast Liam an imploring look. ”You did promise we could go whenever I liked.”
Yes, Perry had worked on Caroline well. Liam could object, certainly, but it was better to keep Perry clearly in sight until a more permanent solution could be found.
”If it's too much trouble for you to escort them,” Perry said smoothly, ”I'd be more than happy to do the honors.”
”That won't be necessary.” Liam turned to Caroline. ”Please take Miss MacKenzie upstairs while I see to the carriage.”
He waited until Caroline and Mac were well out of earshot before he addressed Perry again.
”Enjoy this while you can, old friend,” he said. ”After today Caroline will bea otherwise engaged.”
Perry drew a pair of driving gloves from his pocket. ”Oh, I intend to make the most of it. I advise you to do the same.”
Chapter Fourteen.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
a”William Shakespeare ”NOW, THIS ISN'T nearly enough, of course,” Caroline said, waving the corset in front of Mac's nose. ”You'll need gowns for morning and evening and walking and carriage rides, at least five pairs of shoes and boots, three sets of gloves, several chemisesa”” She counted off on her plump fingers. ”And hats, bustles, redingotes and wraps, a pocketbook, fans and parasols and jewelry and hairpiecesa”
Mac groaned silently and wiggled cramped feet in her borrowed, one-size-too-small, high-heeled, narrow-toed walking boots. Her back already ached from carrying around numerous pounds' worth of skirt for the past two hours. She had yet to try on the corset Caroline insisted she weara”or the newest figure enhancer, the bust improver. Caroline had a.s.sured her that it would do wonders for her figure.
Trekking through the jungle and over mountains with Liam had been nothing compared to this. So much for the frailty of Victorian women. Mac thought about all the elegant fas.h.i.+on plates she'd seen in the streets and the Grand Court of the Palace. It must take Amazonian strength to walk around all day wearing this sort of getup; Mac was already desperate for her jeans and T-s.h.i.+rts.
Caroline didn't seem to mind. She thrived on the restrictive intricacies of Victorian fas.h.i.+ona”as she loved being the center of attention, no matter what form it took.
”I know what I've lent you isn't nearly enough,” Caroline said, ”but it's only to see you through the day. Tomorrow I will arrange to have my dressmaker fit you for evening gowns, and we shall go shopping at the City of Paris. Oha”” She clapped her hands like a child. ”It will be such fun.”
Fun. About a' much fun as Mac had had this morning, unexpectedly meeting Great-great-grandma for the very first time. Perry hadn't told her where they were going until they were halfway to the impressive Gresham mansion. He hadn't given Mac much warning of his scheme to introduce her to Caroline.
But the initial awkwardness of the introduction and Mac's role-playing as backward provincial had kept her from giving way to the astonishment of being in the same room with both her great-great-grandparents. There was no time for shock.
Perry had been correcta”Caroline was fascinated by Mac's supposed origins. And Liam's ward had proved to be more beautiful than her photograph, with flawless skin, golden hair, and china-blue eyes.
At first she'd seemed the quintessential Victorian ladya”or what Mac imagined to be the quintessential Victorian lady: dressed to the nines, pinched and padded into an hourgla.s.s figure, feminine, sweet and willing to helpa”even if she hadn't bothered to hide a certain condescension toward a plain, disadvantaged girl from uncivilized climes.
But that first impression had soon given way to another. Because Caroline was young. Younger than Mac realized. Young enough to be trembling on the brink of womanhood: wanting her way and not knowing what she wanted, achingly curious, malleable and stubborn, bold and uncertain, just like any other teenager in the history of time.
Exactly the right age to be totally messed up by men who thought they knew it all. At twenty-five Mac felt positively ancient by comparison. Compared to her own great-great-grandmother, for pity's sake.
There hadn't been much time to get to know Caroline in the two hours since Mac's arrival. She'd made a point of watching Caroline and Perry together; the girl basked in Perry's attention, comfortable in his presence. If the two of them had been left alone to go their merry way, Mac wouldn't have had a care in the world.
All that changed, however, when Liam arrived.
Mac had expected him to react badly when he found her here. If he'd been convinced before that she and Perry weren't working togethera”and she wasn't sure he bad beena”he'd have every reason to suspect her now. And wonder what the h.e.l.l she was up to.
But for the first time Mac had seen Liam with his warda”his bride-to-be. Their meeting hadn't been what Mac antic.i.p.ated. With Liam Caroline's body language changed, became tense and wary and focused in spite of her faade of grace and charm. Mac had observed the girl's constant awareness of Liam, as if everything she did was performed somehow for his benefit, every word carefully chosen.
Performed: that was the term. An act designed to win Liam's approval. To make him notice her.
”You aren't listening, Rose,” Caroline said, her voice suddenly much louder in Mac's ear. ”But I must be overwhelming you. You had no such necessities in the jungles.”
Mac looked behind her for Caroline's plush half-tester bed and plopped down heavily, grateful for the respite for her feet and back. She ran her hand along the satiny floral bedcover. Caroline's bedroom, like the sitting room, was even more ostentatious, if possible, than Mac's room at the Palace.
Caroline came to stand over her, lips pursed in disapproval. ”I know things were very different in your former life, but now you must take my advice. It would never do to be seena carrying yourself so negligently. You shall never win society's approval that way.” She patted her golden curls. ”I can only imagine what your cousin and Liam would say.”
I know what Liam would say. Suppressing a sigh, Mac straightened. ”Is it always so important what they think?”