My Duke's Seduction
Date: 2018-03-27 00:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Fiction; Romance; Historical; Regency; General
Description: Can her gentle tenacity unlock a duke’s heart?Lady Tricia Riley is the sweet daughter of a duke until her family's ailments force her to breech societies’ dictates and go where no lady should… the Docklands. When a tall, strong and handsome stranger helps to keep her safe, she agrees to keep their meeting, secret. She’s no interest in a forced match no matter how tempting Ryker is. Actually, she has no intention of marrying at all. Instead, she plans to dedicate herself to charitable pursuits. Ryker Pembroke, Duke of Landon, will marry eventually, as duty requires him to do. But it is a fate,

My Duke’s Seduction

Wicked Lords of Love

Tammy Andresen

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

My Duke’s Deception

Other Titles by Tammy Andresen

About the Author

Chapter One

London England, 1816

As far as ideas went, Lady Tricia Riley knew this was a poor one. Absolutely dreadful was likely the better way to describe what she was doing as she picked her way along the dank alley of London’s seedy underbelly known as the docklands.

But it had been days since she’d seen her cousin, Lord Fenton Allstar, the Earl of Dryden, and her search was growing more desperate. She’d visited all the more respectable establishments and had found her cousin at none.

She’d finally taken to shadowing his old school chums and had accosted them in front of Brooks, having first attempted it at Whites and then Almacks.

They removed their toppers, scratched their heads, and declared they hadn’t seen him in days.

Stomping her foot, she’d demanded answers. Her older sister, Tabbie, would be quite proud of her, actually. Tabbie was usually far more adept as both scheming and skirting rules, but Tricia had done her sister proud.

Lord Herman Longly, one of Fenton’s closest friends, and an admirer of Tricia’s, had pulled her aside. “Lady Tricia, you shouldn’t be out like this. If someone sees you, your reputation—”

“I care not,” she had cut in.

His brow had furrowed. “How were you even able to leave your home at this hour?”

“No one is paying attention of late,” she waved her hand as if to dismiss the thought.

“I really must insist you return home at once.”

“My cousin needs my help. I won’t allow him to die for propriety’s sake.” She ignored the voice in her head that told her this mad search was less about Fenton and more about her father.

Herman had sighed. “He’s past your help. You can’t go where he is and even if you could, there is nothing you could do. He’s lost everything at the gaming tables, what little he had to begin with, and now he wishes to end his life in the opium dens.”

“Where can’t I go?” Her gloved hand had reached out to clutch Herman’s forearm. At the contact, his look turned to absolute longing as he stared into her green eyes. She refused to give up now, she was so close. And Fenton was a young man. He couldn’t perish at his age, Tricia couldn’t bear the thought of two losses.

“Tricia,” Herman used her given name as he stepped closer. “You need to protect yourself. It’s a precarious time for your family. Let me help you. As my wife, you’d be entitled to so many more liberties.”

She knew it was wrong, it was dreadful the false hope she was about to give him. But it couldn’t be helped. “I’ll consider it if you’ll only tell me where he is.”

He hesitated, a look of near pain crossing his features as he shifted from foot to foot. “He’s beyond your reach. No respectable woman can go to the docklands.”

Of course that is exactly where she had gone. She’d considered waiting for Tabbie. But in the end, time was too precious and once Tabbie and Luke arrived back from their country estate, her eldest sibling would have her hands full with Mother, and caring for Father, and most likely settling the estate.

And so Tricia had gone on her own. She’d told herself that Tabbie would have done it and so could she. But now that she was here, she wasn’t so sure.

It smelled foul, that was the first thing she’d noticed. It was dirtier in every way possible than any other part of London and the language coming from the mouths of sailors made her cringe, though she tried to hide it.

These men looked rough and worn. She had a miniature of her cousin in her reticule that she clutched in her fisted hand. She’d thought to show it to people in the hopes one might recognize Fenton, but she wasn’t sure she dared to ask a single passerby. And so she stood, rooted to the entrance of an alley where she might remain unnoticed.

Finally a man that looked as though he could help her came by. He was well dressed, balding, and rather portly as he walked quickly by, glancing over his shoulder.

Tricia stepped out to flag him down. If nothing else, he looked approachable and she’d get nowhere if she didn’t ask someone.

Several men exited what appeared to be a pub across the street. Tricia gave them a quick glance as she stepped out. Their clothes were finer than most she’d seen on the street but their loud tone told her they’d imbibed a good deal of spirits. Ignoring them, she called to the gentleman as he passed, “Excuse me.”

She saw his head jerk. He’d heard her. But he paid her no mind as he moved faster down the street. It briefly occurred to her that she’d never seen a man of his size move with such speed.

Tricia bit her lip. It was a nervous habit of hers that her mother detested. She’d left the safety of the alley and was now exposed as the group of men spotted her, their whistles and calls making them difficult to ignore.

“What do we have here?” one leered her way.

There was nothing to do for it now, Tricia realized. She may as well pluck up her courage and speak to them. “Hello, gentlemen.” She took a breath. “Perhaps you can help me. I am looking for someone.” With trembling fingers she pulled the miniature from her reticule.

“Oh I can help you,” the same man said, his leer growing more sinister. “A pretty thing like you, I could help over and over.”

Several of his companions laughed and the nervous knot in the pit of her stomach grew tighter.

Another member of the group approached her and she resisted the urge to back away. She’d be brave now. “I’ll help ye too, lass,” his Scottish brogue was pleasant to the ear, though the look on his face was anything but. It was twisted in hard lines, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“I’m looking for this man. Have you seen him?” she asked as she held out the miniature.

The Scot barely glanced down before he shook his head and moved closer. “Ye don’t need to find him. What ye need is a man that won’t leave ye alone like ye are now. It’s a dangerous place, ye ken. A lovely little thing like you could fall into the wrong hands.”

Did he jest? The only thing dangerous that she could see was him. Before she could respond his hand reached out and gripped her upper arm like a vice. “He…he…didn’t leave me alone. I just need…need to find him.” Tricia’s breath came in short gasps. The fear was making her near sick. She wondered if she heaved on his shoes, he might let her be.

His breath stank as he leaned in close and his other hand began grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer. “What a sweet morsel like you needs is—”

“What she needs is for you to take your hands off of her,” a deep baritone growled from behind her. But before she could turn and look, the barrels of two pistols came into the periphery of both sides of her vision.

“Now, I didn’t mean no offense.” The Scot removed his hands and, raising them both in the air, took several steps back toward the group of men he’d peeled away from. “But ye ought to mind yer woman. She shouldn’t be in a place like this all alone.”

“No, she shouldn’t.” The deep voice rumbled behind her again.

Her breath was still coming in tiny gasps because while the danger in front of her had abated, she had no idea what trouble was just behind. But she knew that trouble held two pistols.

He stepped around her then, blocking her view of the others and shielding her body with his own. “If you’ll excuse us, gentlemen.” He cocked both the hammers on his pistols back, the sound echoing through the streets.

“No need fer that,” the Scot called before the shuffling of their feet caught her ears. She nearly wilted against him in relief but a new fear niggled at her insides. Who was the man she was now alone with?

Several seconds passed and then he finally turned back to her. Tricia clutched her stomach and tried not to sway on her feet as her eyes quickly shifted to the ground. “Thank you, kind sir, for your aid,” she managed to push out between labored breaths. “I won’t trouble you further.” And then she took a step away, desperate to retreat. While he had protected her, for all she knew, he was more dangerous than the group she had just encountered.

“Hold on,” the voice grunted behind her. “I don’t know what insanity brought you here tonight but I will see you out of docklands and into respectable neighborhoods and then I will happily allow you to trouble me no further.”

Tricia notched up her chin and found herself looking squarely into a man’s chest. She blinked several times before her head tilted up to see a broad set of shoulders, then the lean column of his neck. A square jaw and lips far too tempting to be on such a hard man. Finally she met a set of the most penetrating eyes she’d ever encountered.

“I can’t do that,” she whispered. Even if she did trust him, which she most probably didn’t, she had important business here. And while he appeared to want to help her, there was something dangerous about him. Her body fluttered with a pent-up energy that she hardly recognized.

His eyes widened for a moment before those full, sumptuous lips thinned into a tight line. “You will do exactly as I said.”

She blinked because he sounded like…well, like her father, the Duke of Waverly. “You must be titled.” She nibbled on her lip, her eyes studying his features again, trying and failing to place him. But it did ease some of her concern that they travelled in the same social circle. With that said, she’d have to be careful to protect her identity.

Not that she cared about being ruined. She didn’t. She had no plans to marry, so it was of little consequence.

He let out a long slow breath as though he were trying to regain his patience. “It matters not. What does matter is that you come with me and we get you to a safer place.”

She still held the miniature in her hand and she thrust it out at him then. “Have you seen this man?”

Surprise lit his eyes again followed by a sneer. “Is that why you’re here? Searching for a man? Is he your husband?”

“Fenton? My husband? Goodness no, he’s my cousin and he’s in trouble.” Tricia stepped closer then, her fear forgotten. “You haven’t seen him, have you?”

“No, I have not.” He holstered one of the pistols he’d been holding and then grabbed her upper arm.

Tricia had to stop allowing men to do that. He said little else as he turned on his heel, one pistol still in his other hand and began marching down the street pulling her along behind him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are rather heavy-handed?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Has anyone ever told you that you are terribly foolish?”

“Hmm.” She tried to pull away but his grip was quite firm. “They usually say such things to my sister.”

He stopped then, turning to her with one of his eyebrows quirked. “There is another one like you?”

Tricia assessed him, wondering if that was a compliment or an insult. “She’s much more adept at this than I am. Or at least she was before she wed.”

He let out an incredulous chuckle then. “A man wed her?”

Now she knew he wasn’t complimenting either of them. “Luke is quite smitten with her, I’ll have you know.”

“I’m sure they are gloriously happy.” He started walking again as though she didn’t tug at all.

They were moving out of the docklands and she gave a little sigh, trying one last time to pull away. She’d worked so hard to get here. “Please, my lord. I need to find Fenton.” She tugged again.

He stopped, looking at her again. “What is your name?”

Tricia bit her lip. “I don’t think it’s wise to tell you.”

“Finally you show some modicum of sense.” His eyes assessed her for several seconds, his look not giving anything away. It remained stoic, his posture rigid. “Tell me any name you wish, I care not, just so long as I have something to call you other than foolish girl.”

She bristled at being called both foolish and girl. She had just turned nineteen, thank you very much. “You may call me Trish. What shall I call you besides overbearing stiff?”

He gave an exasperated sigh. “Ryker. Now Trish, let’s leave before any more trouble finds us.”

“I cannot,” she shook her head and had the sense to back away from him then. “I appreciate your help, truly, but I must find Fenton.”

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and a sizzle of something danced along her spine. He looked like a lion she’d once seen in a book, both beautiful and dangerous. “I cannot leave you here unattended. It’s as good as signing your death certificate.”

That made her blink. “I am not trying to be foolish,” she whispered. “But if I don’t help him, rest assured, it is he who will perish.”

He cocked his head to one side and for a long moment said nothing. The silence stretched for so long that she found herself shifting from foot to foot.

“There is very little you can do, I’m afraid. Even if you stand in the docklands all night, you likely won’t find him. Even if you happened upon someone who had seen him, they’d never tell you. It is a place of secrets and if there is one code they honor, it is to keep them. Trust me, I know from experience.”

Her shoulders drooped. It couldn’t be true because if it was, she was going to lose two important men in her life in the span of a moment. “No,” it came out jagged and breathy, and even she could hear the tears in her own voice.

He cleared his throat. “I will tell no one that I met you, I swear. Give me your cousin’s name and I will send a man first thing in the morning to search him out. He is an excellent detective and well qualified at such matters.”

Hope that she hadn’t felt in days bloomed in her chest. “Really? You’d do that? His name is Lord Fenton Allstar.” Without meaning to, she stepped closer to him. “Thank you, Ryker. You’ve no idea what this means to me.”

“I have an inkling.” He held out his arm to her rather than grabbing hers. “My carriage is not far from here. I will escort you to whatever address you wish, provided it is in a respectable neighborhood.”

She nodded then and placed her gloved hand in the crook of his elbow. Strong, hard muscles flexed under her grip and her body fluttered again. Strange, considering she was no longer afraid.

They walked in silence through the quiet, foggy streets. Tricia had to admit that she felt far safer by his side.

It was the wee hours of the morning and he was right, she really should be getting home. Days of barely sleeping at night were taking their toll. With renewed hope that Fenton might be found she’d go home and get some much needed—

The sound of a baby crying interrupted her thoughts.

Her head snapped up and her stomach twisted again. She could only hope that the baby would pass by them safely in a mother’s arms. But it was late and unlikely. Her sister ran an orphanage and too many unwanted children ended up on its steps or far worse. As long as she lived, she’d never understand how anyone could do such a thing to a baby. If an infant was unwanted, it could be left on the street to die of exposure.

She heard Ryker mumble just under his breath, “Heathens.”

The crying grew louder and Tricia saw the bundle of blankets down the alley they were passing. She just couldn’t leave the child and so, breaking from Ryker’s side, she ran to the baby and picked it up.

Ryker followed slowly. “Not that I think it’s right to expose an infant, but what do you hope to do with that child?”

Tricia opened her pelisse and tucked the little one inside, close to her body to provide warmth. Pressed against her heat, the infant quieted. “I’ve somewhere I can take it.” Her eyes left the baby’s face to look up into his. “You needn’t worry. I will not drop another problem on your doorstep.”

Chapter Two

Ryker made to swear softly under his breath but then thought better of it. He was in the company of a lady and now an infant, strange as that was. It was, after all, well past midnight and they were traipsing down the foggy streets of London as though it were midday.

He tried and failed to think of another time where he’d done anything remotely like this.

She was correct. She had, in fact, tossed several rather inconvenient problems in his way this evening. He’d been down at the docks to try and solve another mystery entirely but now found himself babysitting a lady and a baby.

And he’d lost his only lead.

He was certain she was a lady, or very nearly one anyway. If he ever attended any ton events, he’d likely be acquainted with her already. Her clothing was of the finest quality, her manner genteel, her speech perfectly accented.

He almost grinned. But he restrained himself. He rarely smiled and this didn’t seem the time to start. But it did amuse him that if he’d met her in a ballroom, he likely would have thought her boring, actually. Not that she wasn’t pretty, but so many of them were. Her eyes were large and luminous, her lips temptingly full. But so many debutantes appeared attractive at first blush. It was when they began speaking that he found them dreadfully dull.

But honestly, she was anything but. Which is why, despite his better judgment, he found himself helping her yet again. “My carriage is just two streets away. Come on.”

She gave him a delighted grin, her entire face lighting with it as her sparkling eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the corners.

“Thank you,” she answered breathlessly. Something about the tone of her voice along with her large eyes looking up at him with such expression made him clench in the most unwanted way. Attraction in this moment was entirely unwelcome. She was troublesome and, while clearly comfortable with breeching social convention, he suspected she was innocent.

He wanted nothing to do with an innocent woman of marriageable age. Depending on how well-connected her father was, Ryker was sure he’d seize the opportunity to make a match if any hint of scandal touched him. Which is why he would absolutely keep her identity secret. And he’d have to impress upon her that she do the same.

Not that he’d shared even a hint of who he was. He had told her his given name, but no one used it, except for his mother, who stayed at his country estate. She hadn’t been to London in years.

And he rarely socialized with his peers. Actually, he rarely socialized. Having inherited a dukedom just two years’ prior, he’d found himself inundated with its management. And honestly, he found work far more fulfilling than the useless endeavors of the ton.

It suited him to lead a more solitary life. He supposed he would have to participate in society when it came time to find a wife, a necessary and dreaded task. But he’d put it off for as long as he could.

He made to hold his elbow out to Trish but realized she couldn’t very well link her hand through it while she carried a little bundle in her arms so he placed his hand at her back instead.

It was far more intimate than he cared to admit and he straightened, as if that would somehow create more space between them.

She didn’t seem to notice. Trish’s eyes were focused on the tiny features of baby in her arms. He glanced at them as well, and he had to admit, they were quite adorable. A lump formed in his throat that he swallowed down.

They finally reached his carriage and Trish rattled off an address to his driver. The man was well trained, but Ryker was sure he saw Seymour’s eyebrows notch up just a hair as a woman and a baby climbed into his carriage.

If Trish noticed the details of his conveyance, she made no comment. Like her clothes had done for him, the opulence within his carriage would alert anyone to his status.

But she was busy, smiling at the tiny person in her arms, which left him free to sit across from her and assess the details of her face.

Even in the dim light, he was sure that her hair was a shade of auburn. She’d pulled it loosely back so that curls seemed to float about her face. Her large eyes seem to have captivated him and while he couldn’t make out the color, he’d guess they were a light shade of some kind. They shone whenever light hit them.

Her nose was tiny and completely adorable, softening her high cheekbones and likely keeping her from being regarded as a true beauty. But Ryker had to admit he found it rather pleasing. It somehow matched her personality, which was both tenacious and sweet as far as he could tell.

He covered his eyes with one hand, willing himself to think of something else. He’d soon drop her at her destination and then he’d likely never see her again.

If his man did find Lord Fenton Allstar, he’d be returned to his family, but Ryker need not see to that. His detective, Greyson, could surely handle the task.

For some odd reason, a pang of regret reverberated in his chest but he swiped it away as though shooing a bug. Trish was not for him. Even if he were looking for a wife, which he wasn’t, this particular woman was far too much work, no matter how much more interesting that made her from the usual lady.

The carriage pulled to a stop and Ryker exited to help Trish down. She gave him a nod and then started up the stone steps. Reaching the landing, she lifted her hand and used the knocker on the door.

Ryker started in surprise. He’d expected her to sneak around back, he supposed. He had been sure she was out without permission.

The door opened almost immediately and again he started with surprise. Which in and of itself was alarming. He was rarely surprised. “Bloody hell,” he mumbled. He hadn’t had the opportunity to climb back into his carriage.

A woman in an apron stood with a candle, her face harsh until her eyes landed on Trish. “Lady Tricia,” she gasped. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

Lady Tricia. He’d known she was a lady. And Trish might actually be a shortened version of her name. So she hadn’t lied to him.

“My mother needed medicine from a chemist for my father, Mrs. Stallworth. She’s sent me.” Tricia gave him a quick glance that pleaded with him to go along with her story. “I’ve a foundling that needs care. Can you help me?”

The woman gave a nod and opened the door wider. “I’ve a sick child. Is there a chance you could feed this little one before you return home?” Mrs. Stallworth’s eyes drifted to him. “But first tell me who that is?”

Tricia’s eyes flitted to him again. “My cousin, Fenton. My mother requested he escort me. I…couldn’t…possibly go out at night alone.”

So she was going to lie about his identity. And her reason for being out. That was fine by him.

Mrs. Stallworth nodded. “I’ll prepare the milk. Once the babe is fed, Fenton can escort you home.” The older woman turned in clear indication they both should follow. “I’ll not tell your mother I saw you, but I expect to never see you at my door at this time in the evening again.”

He saw Tricia nod, and he nearly winced. She had put herself at risk bringing this baby here tonight. Actually she’d put herself at risk trying to find her cousin first. While the woman needed to practice some self-preservation he couldn’t help but admire her willingness to help others.

Though her willingness seemed to require his continued participation. Because now he was required to watch her feed the child and escort her somewhere else or risk exposing her ruse.

Moving to a parlor Tricia took a seat in a chair. Ryker, once again, settled himself across from her. Mrs. Stallworth left to procure the bottle and Tricia leaned her head back closing her eyes. “I’m sorry I’ve dragged you into this.”

He gave a nod, there was little to say.

“Trish?” a tiny voice called from the door.

“Lauren,” Tricia picked her head up, a grin lighting her face. “What are you doing out of bed?”

A little girl rushed into the room. “I’ve missed you so.”

Tricia managed to free one arm from the baby and she wrapped it around the little girl, kissing the top of her head. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Is it true that your papa is sick? Is that why you haven’t come?”

Ryker pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. He didn’t want to know any more about this woman. Not that her father was ill, not that she spent her time helping needy children and not that she looked absolutely beautiful holding babies and little girls.

“Yes, I’m afraid it is.” Tricia answered in a soothing voice.

“I’m very sorry,” the little girl answered.

“Lauren get back to bed this instant,” Mrs. Stallworth called as she returned with a device Ryker had never seen before. Made of porcelain, it was boat-shaped with a small hole at one end and a much larger one in the middle.

Tricia kissed the little girl again. “I’ll come visit soon. Off to bed.” Then she took the device, and with complete ease, used it to feed the baby.

“There is a free cradle upstairs in the infants’ room. I’ll find another wet nurse tomorrow.” Mrs. Stallworth turned to leave again. “Write to me in the morning so I know you’ve made it home safe.”

Tricia nodded. “Thank you for everything.”

Mrs. Stallworth didn’t answer but she threw a healthy glare at Ryker before she exited the room.

“I don’t think she believes you.”

Tricia shrugged. “Whatever happens will happen.”

“You would allow yourself to be ruined?” He couldn’t hold his opinion in any longer. It had been bubbling just below the surface. “For a cousin who has wasted his life and a foundling you’ve no connection to?”

Her eyes met and held his. He saw no uncertainty in them. “My sister has found a way to marry and still help those in need. She started this orphanage. I doubt I will be so lucky. Most men would not allow their wives to work in this capacity. If I am ruined then my fate will be decided. I will dedicate my life to helping those in need rather than starting a family of my own.”

Bloody hell, she was the worst kind of fool. The kind with honest intent but no regard for self-preservation or any sense at all.

She finished feeding the child and stood without another word. She exited the room and he could only assume she would put the baby to bed. Several minutes later, she returned and waved him to follow.

Leaving the way they had come, she rattled another address to the driver and he silently helped her into the carriage. It was exceedingly late now and he could see the droop in her shoulders as she collapsed onto one of the seats.

He sat across from her just as before. Clearing his throat, he knew he needed to discuss his identity with her. They’d soon arrive at the address she had given. “Trish, I’ve a request of you. It is important you tell no one about who I am.”

She yawned and leaned her head back again. “I haven’t the faintest idea who you are. I am in far more danger of discovery than you.”

She had a point, as they’d already discussed.

The carriage began rattling down the street, and once again Ryker found himself watching her across from him.

For her part, her eyes remained closed and her breathing soon became deep and even. He was sure she’d fallen asleep. Somehow she looked even lovelier like this, with her soft features bathed in moonlight as she sighed in her sleep.

All too soon, the carriage once again rolled to a stop, and he took note of the address. He wasn’t sure why, he’d assured her and himself that he never wanted to be bothered with her again. The sun was just rising and he could now see that her hair was in fact a lovely shade of reddish blonde that looked touchably soft.

“We’re here,” he spoke quietly, so as not to startle her too much. Ridiculous really, to protect her so. She’d been out all night, and at the docklands, no less.

She jerked awake and sleepy green eyes blinked at him. “Thank you,” she mumbled as she made to stand and swayed on her feet.

He clamped his hand on her elbow and helped her out of the carriage. She steadied herself and then scurried down the street, disappearing in an alley several houses away.

“Drive by the alley,” he ordered Seymour as he climbed back in the carriage, parting the curtains as he did so. He was only a few blocks from his own townhouse. He told himself he wished to know exactly what street to avoid so that he never ran into this troublesome little minx again.

Somehow, he knew, he would.

Chapter Three

Tricia woke late into the morning, feeling as though she’d barely slept.

Dragging herself down to the breakfast room, her mother gave her a look of concern. “You look terrible, darling. Are you not feeling well?”

Tricia winced. The last thing she needed to do was give her mother something else to worry over. “I’m fine, Mother. Truly. I’m just not sleeping well.”

Her mother gave her head a small jerk of agreement. “I understand that. Neither am I.”

“How is Father?” Tricia’s insides clenched at the question.

“The same, I’m afraid.” Her mother pushed the eggs on her plate to the other side, not really eating. “His cough hasn’t gotten worse and the fever comes in and out so that is something I suppose.”

Consumption was eating her father from the inside. “Any word on Fenton?” Tricia asked, barely above a whisper.

“None.” Her mother shook her head. “But if he doesn’t appear very soon, than he will forfeit the second half of his inheritance.”

Tricia swallowed. Fenton had lost his parents at sea while they were journeying to America four years prior. He’d received all of the inheritance that had been entailed. Though, she could only assume there wasn’t much because from the start he’d mentioned being plagued by financial difficulties. She’d tried to learn more but he would never share. Said he didn’t want to burden her. He was set to receive the second half of his inheritance on his twenty-fourth birthday. Provided he was in attendance to claim it. Tricia was beginning to wonder if it was the very reason for his disappearance. “I’m sure he’ll turn up.”

She knew he’d been struggling with the loss, and with the debts, but she’d no idea how much until recently. To not even care about money that would sustain him…

“I hope so,” her mother’s voice broke a little on the last word. “With everything that is happening with your father, I haven’t been able to reach out to Fenton.”

“Is Tabbie still set to arrive tomorrow?” Tricia had to admit her sister’s arrival would be a great relief. Her older sibling always knew what to do.

Her mother nodded, looking down at her plate. “Yes, thank goodness. Poor Teddy is struggling with your father’s illness.”

“He’s too young to be a duke.” Tricia added, her hand pressing to her chest. At fifteen years of age, it was far too soon for anyone to take on that kind of responsibility. But as the youngest in the family, Teddy had been rather protected and he needed time to learn to be his own man.

“Tabbie will be able to handle him much better than myself.” She looked at Tricia then. “Thank you for being so steadfast. It’s been nice not to have to worry about you, as always.”

Tricia winced inwardly. If only her mother knew what she had been actually doing all these nights. Everyone, including the staff, had been so focused on her father, no one seemed to notice that she was behaving as no lady should.

It played in Tricia’s favor that she’d always been the obedient child. Tabbie’s chaperone had been much sharper.

Tricia rubbed her temples. With any luck, Ryker’s man would be successful and she could cease her nightly outings.

Thoughts of Ryker made her simultaneously relax and tense. An odd sensation indeed. She knew, by some intuition, he would handle Fenton’s disappearance with the same calculating efficiency that he’d escorted her home. And while she could admit that it was a relief to have help, the man himself disconcerted her to no end. Frankly, it was more of a riot deep inside her that she simply didn’t understand.

Sitting up straighter, she pushed those thoughts aside. It was important to clear her mind so perhaps tonight she could sleep.

Then a new thought occurred to her. She didn’t know who Ryker was. Not really. How would she know if Fenton had been found? If the situation had been handled?

With a sigh she realized she would have to find him to ask and there was only one place she knew to look. The docklands…

It was with that in mind that she slipped down the quiet London streets. She was growing more adept at maneuvering in the night, staying in the shadows. And this time, she’d had the forethought to take some clothing from a stable boy. With her hair tucked in her shirt and a sturdy coat on, she ought to be far safer this evening.

She’d sat with her father all afternoon, and it had near broken her heart. His breathing was labored and he slept almost constantly. They’d only been able to get the barest bit of food into him so he’d wasted away before their eyes having been ravaged by fever for days.

She’d mopped his brow and sang him songs, wishing there was more she could do. But she was helpless to stop the disease within his body.

That helplessness propelled her feet now, and she moved faster, determined to save one family member. In the strictest sense, Fenton wasn’t her responsibility. But he didn’t have any other family and Tricia firmly believed in helping those who needed it. Besides, it felt good to help Fenton when she was next to useless with her father.

It took her far longer than she’d hoped to slip through the shadows and make it the docks. She knew she had interrupted Ryker’s business the night before and she was betting that he’d be back tonight. But it was possible that she was wrong, or that she’d miss him. Her nerves fluttered to think of being back in that awful place without him.

Which was astonishing, considering she’d only known him for a day. Despite the fact that he was overbearing and disapproving when she’d been with him last night, the worry that had been consuming her of late had calmed.

Of course, he started a storm of another kind entirely, but she couldn’t think of that now.

She slipped into the same alley she’d been in the night before and hid herself behind some steps. This time, she was determined to remain safe.

For over an hour she remained crouched down. Cold and tired, she watched the occasional passerby, looking for Ryker.

But as the hour grew later, Tricia nearly gave up hope. He wasn’t coming tonight, or had come already, or had passed by another way. It had been a foolish plan, like all her recent ones, born out of desperation.

But then a noise caught her ear. The tap of feet clearly running rather than walking. As the person approached, she caught the sound of labored breathing and then a deep baritone yelling, “Stop or I’ll shoot.”

Ryker. She recognized the sound of his voice bellowing through the dark streets. Without a thought, she jumped up and ran to the mouth of the alley just as a man dressed entirely in black ran toward it. Even his face was covered. Without a thought, she stuck her foot out directly in his path.

His legs tangled with hers and he tumbled to the ground, and Tricia landed squarely on her bottom. She quickly pulled her foot back in as the man gave her a scathing look, at least that was her assumption from what little she could see of his face while he tried to right himself.

“What do you think you are doing?” a voice growled just to her right. Her head snapped up and she saw Ryker standing above them both, his pistols out again.

“Helping you?” she replied, a question in her voice.

He gave her a hard glare. “I wasn’t talking to you, actually. I will deal with you after I take care of him.”

Another man ran up just behind Ryker. “Did you catch him?”

He was an older gentleman, though spritely of form, and his keen gaze swept over her in a way that made her feel as though he’d just learned all of her secrets.

“Yes, Mr. Hart, this is him. Tie his hands and then check his right front pocket.” Ryker waved the pistol in the general direction of the man’s chest.

Mr. Hart did as he was told with an efficiency that made Tricia swallow. She wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of his brutal capability.

Once tied, Mr. Hart turned the man over and reached into his pocket. From it he withdrew a small satchel. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Yes,” Ryker replied.

At the same moment, the man lying on the ground finally spoke. “You can’t take my personal possessions.”

“Actually, it’s you, sir, who took mine.” Ryker took the sack from Mr. Hart. After pulling its tiny string open a lovely ruby necklace tumbled out onto his palm.

She gasped, and then covered her mouth as he tucked the piece of jewelry back into the satchel and then closed it, tucking it into his pocket.

Together he and Mr. Hart hauled the other man to his feet. Ryker turned to her. “I’ll be back in just a few moments. Do yourself a favor, for once, and hide.”

He didn’t wait for her response. He seemed sure she’d obey as they began marching the man down the street.

Tricia backed herself into the shadows. She knew Ryker was a Lord, or perhaps the son of titled gentleman so why was he chasing thieves who’d stolen very expensive jewels? She couldn’t help but wonder despite having promised not to ask. As she prepared herself to wait he returned, striding into the alley and hauling her to her feet with no more grace then he had the thief. “Tricia,” he hissed.

“Ryker,” she returned, her hands resting on her hips, her irritation bubbling to the surface.

“Don’t give me guff. What the bloody hell are you doing here again?” he growled, stepping closer to her.

“I wanted to speak with you,” she murmured, a little less irritated. He was likely right to be angry. It was folly to be here.

He searched her face with dark, penetrating eyes until her insides squirmed with a restlessness that near left her breathless. “Why?”

She huffed a breath, more to clear her head than express her irritation. His presence was making her forget all sound reasoning. “Fenton.” She only managed the single word.

“What about him?” Ryker wrapped an arm around her, propelling her forward in the exact route they had taken the evening before. It was almost familiar, comfortable.

She rubbed her temples to try and make her mind remember the conversation they were having. “You don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are. How will you tell me if you’ve found him?”

His carriage pulled in front of them, as if it were summoned from thin air and he snapped open the door and near pushed her inside. Then he gave the exact address where he’d dropped her the night before. Climbing in, he sat across from her. “I’ve already found Fenton, delivered him to a sanitarium for treatment, and left you a note via the orphanage. It will likely be delivered to you first thing in the morning.”

“What?” She blinked, her muddled brain trying to process what he’d said. Relief made her limp and a joy made her breath catch even as her mind attempted to catch up to her body’s reaction.

He sighed then. “I’ve found him and—” But he couldn’t finish because she launched herself across the carriage and onto his lap, her hands wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you,” she cried as she pressed her body to his. As her chest crushed against his, she became aware of her error in judgment. First, because in the absence of skirt, petticoats, and corsets, she could feel every hard line of him. Every muscle and deliciously firm angle that fitted against her softer curves. It was divine, and the ache she’d experienced in his company thrummed between her legs. It was then that she understood the flutter of excitement she always felt around him.

It was lust. Dear lord, she’d never experienced anything like it. She’d felt a few flutterings but those hardly compared. This coursed through her making her heart race and her thoughts a jumbled mess.

He did not return the gesture. His hands remained stiffly at his side, his face pressed back against the seat to gain some distance from her.

“Tricia,” he growled again, a warning in his voice.

She swallowed hard and sat back slightly. A new emotion adding to her confusion: humiliation. Of course he didn’t find her awkward dive into his lap attractive. What man would? She was no beauty and she already knew that her options for a husband would be very limited. And how many of those suitors would understand her desire to work outside of her home in orphanages and soup kitchens? It was part of the reason she’d decided to remove herself from the marriage market. “I am so very sorry. That was terribly inappropriate. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Then, realizing she was still on his lap, she started to attempt to scramble off. But her limbs simply wouldn’t work correctly and somehow, her legs became tangled in his.

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled this time and her cheeks flamed in her embarrassment. How could this be happening?

Pushing off his chest, she managed to get one foot solidly on the floor. “Just give me a moment—” but she stopped talking when something poked her derriere. Was that…

Her eyes flew to his as she froze in place. She was no longer mortified but still equally uncertain of what to do. Her sister had explained the general mechanics of what happened between a man and a woman. Her mother would never be up for such a task.

“Are you innocent?” His voice had taken on a gravelly tone that somehow made the ache inside sharpen. She had the urge to rub her behind against his member to see what would happen.

Instead, she nodded her answer, not moving at all. “Yes,” she finally managed to whisper.

His hands came to her hips, and for a moment, rested there. It seemed to Tricia that he squeezed them, pressed her tighter to himself before he gently lifted her away from him, setting her on the bench next to him. “I thought so.” He sighed again. “A different man other than myself would have taken advantage of you.” He shook his head, rubbing his temples. “I’ve never met a woman who so completely lacked the ability to keep herself safe.”

Her body was still thrumming with need. Part of her wanted to return to his lap while the other, more sensible part, knew what a mistake that would be. The thought calmed her and she managed a little sniff. “Up until now, I’ve been the good daughter.”

A rumbling sound ripped from his throat and her eyes flew to his again. What in the world was that? But as another and then another followed, she realized he was laughing. “Are you poking fun at my expense, sir?”

He shook his head, trying and failing to speak as he laughed. “I am…trying…to….imagine a family…where you…are the reasonable…child.”

A laugh of her own bubbled in her throat. Not because what she’d said had been terribly funny but because his laugh had the rusty sound of someone who rarely used it. And it felt so good to laugh. It had surely been weeks. “I can’t disagree with you there.” She wiped a tear from her eye as their laughter finally subsided. “Thank you, Ryker, for helping with my cousin. It is a debt I am not sure how to repay, especially because I don’t know who you really are,” she hurried to add. “Not that I am asking.”

He made to reply, but she placed her finger over his lips. She didn’t mean to, but they were so soft and welcoming that she gave them a light caress tracing the outline. “And thank you for keeping me safe and helping me to forget, even for a few minutes, all that is happening outside this carriage. I am fortunate to have met you.”

The carriage rumbled to a stop and Tricia hopped off the seat. She didn’t want to hear his return remark. She’d given him her honest thanks and part of her was afraid he’d reject it. Opening the door, she made a dash out of the carriage. “Goodbye, Ryker,” she said just before she snapped the door closed.

Fenton had been found, her sister would arrive tomorrow to help with her father. It made her heart ache a little to think that she’d likely never see him again.

Chapter Four

Ryker blinked as the door shut in his face. Not very many people got the best of him like that. She hadn’t allowed him to get a word in edgewise. Actually, that wasn’t true. He’d been stunned into silence by her touch, the honesty of her words.

The feel of that glorious backside pressed up against him.

Bloody hell, the smell of her. He’d caught the scent last night. Honey and cloves with a hint of a deeper musk. But pressed up against him, it had been divine.

She was trouble. A little red-haired hellion who didn’t have any regard for convention or safety.

She was also sweet, honest, and forthright. Generous in her affection. Kind to a fault. She’d make an excellent mother.

A man could do far worse.

He closed his eyes remembering the feel of her. He could do so much worse. He thought of his eventual need to join society in order to find a wife. An heir was required of him. It made him shudder to think of it. He liked being alone, preferred solitude and order. Which was part of the reason he hadn’t sought a match.

And his one other attempt at courting had failed miserably.

And while he’d intended to put marriage off, it would be difficult to find another woman of Tricia’s caliber. In addition, he wouldn’t have to go through the nonsense of participating in a season.

He ignored the voice within him that said it was more than a matter of merits. There was a part of him that liked the chaos she brought, the excitement, the emotion that was inserted into his predictable world.

No, this would be a business transaction. He’d tried and failed at love once, thinking that his affection was returned. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. If he did this at all, he would gain a wife that would pleasurably provide him with children and in return…what would Tricia want?

But he knew the answer. He would provide her with all the funds she would need to start charity programs of her choosing. Allow her the ability to do the work she wanted while still having a family of her own. It was a beneficial arrangement for both of them.

Provided she agreed to stop wandering the streets of London at night. That simply wouldn’t do.

The carriage pulled into his drive. He’d consider it tonight and have Mr. Hart find out her identity. It would be an easy task, considering he already knew her cousin, the orphanage her sister owned, and the address at which she resided.

Then he could make his decision.

With that in mind, he took the steps into him home two at a time. Striding through the door, the butler bowed. “Your Grace,” he murmured.

Ryker gave him a nod and continued up the stairs. Some sleep was in order. Tomorrow would be a full day.

Ryker rose early, and prepared himself in the usual fashion. It was the same routine every day. He penned a note to Mr. Hart, requesting his presence that afternoon. Not only did he want to discuss Tricia but they had their original matter to resolve. Mr. Hart had delivered the thief he’d caught last night to the Bow Street runners. It had likely been a long night and he wanted the man to get some rest.

There was still a great deal of work to be done, because while they had caught the man who had been stealing from Ryker’s ships, he was surely a hired thief, working for someone else.

The question was who? Ryker delivered English goods all over the world. But recently he’d been shipping jewels for the Prince Regent himself. He suspected they were for a mistress, which accounted for the secrecy, but how had the thief known the exact ships on which the jewels had been? While he’d recovered the necklace last night, the bracelet had been lost the night before and ear bobbles the week before that.

Someone who knew the inner workings of his business was behind this.

He did best puzzling over these matters when he moved, and so he took himself out for a walk. The day was dreary but he didn’t mind. He’d stop for a cup of tea if he needed to warm himself.

After several blocks, he did exactly that. Stepping into a shop, he caught the scent of cloves and tea, laced with honey. It smelled divine and though he’d tried to keep his thoughts on the espionage at foot, he was immediately reminded of his red-haired troublemaker.

He grinned but then sobered. He wondered briefly if it was a bad idea after all to take her as a wife. She was invading his thoughts in a most disconcerting way. But perhaps once he’d bedded her he could be more rationale?

And then they could go about the business of a productive, mutually beneficial marriage.

But his thoughts were interrupted. Just ahead of him, about to sit was a woman with red auburn curls. Loose wisps formed about her head like a halo and while he couldn’t see her face, he’d recognize that hair anywhere. She turned slightly to speak with the man she was with and it confirmed that it was, indeed, his Tricia.

The man replied and then placed his hand at her back, his lips subtly brushing her temple. He was tall and broad with dark hair and a muscular build. Jealousy ripped through Ryker. Followed quickly by anger. She’d lied when she’d said she was innocent.

And he’d been a fool to ever think of taking her to wife. She’d been prowling about the streets at night, of course she wasn’t innocent. But he’d believed her. This is why he kept to himself.

He stormed up behind the couple, an anger he rarely felt coursing through him. He didn’t stop to examine the emotion. He did not get upset when business deals fell through and that was what this was, wasn’t it?

But as he reached the couple, his voice growled out, “Tricia.”

She turned her head toward him, surprise lighting her face. He had a moment of triumph that he’d caught her and exposed her lie when a bell rang in his head. Something was wrong. The nose, the mouth, the shape of the chin…

“How do you know my sister?” the woman demanded. “Who are you that you’d use her given name?”

And then she came about to stand before him. The man she was with turned as well and that was when Ryker realized her figure was far fuller than Tricia’s. He wondered if she might be with child.

“Your Grace?” The man’s voice pulled his eyes away as he stared, horrified, at the face so like Tricia’s but clearly different. He’d done it now, announced his relationship with her to her family. It’s a good thing he’d been considering marriage. Because this would bring a great many questions.

“Sussex?” his strangled voice ripped from his throat as several details clicked into place. Tricia’s sister was the Countess of Sussex, daughter to the Duke of Waverly. Tricia was the second daughter to the duke, who, even Ryker knew, had fallen ill.

He also knew that Sussex had been considered a blackguard until marriage when a little red-headed wallflower had tamed the beast. At least that’s what the men at his gentlemen’s club claimed. He hadn’t cared a wit. In fact, having several joint business ventures with the man, he’d enjoyed Sussex’s new attentiveness to his business at their joint venture meetings through the club. He didn’t socialize with the men outside of those meetings, preferring to keep them professional.

But now, the stories about Sussex all made so much more sense. Of course, it was Tricia’s sister that had brought an errant rake to his knees.

“Your Grace?” the countess repeated. “Well, Your Grace,” he heard her slippered foot stomp on the floor as she drew out his title. “You have yet to answer my question.”

Her face was set in rigid lines, her shoulders straight as she assessed him with a gaze that would have withered a lesser man.

He could almost have laughed, if it were at all appropriate. He found Tabbie’s demands for answers rather endearing actually, they reminded him of Tricia and her unfailing desire to put herself out for her family members. “Tricia said you were the more tenacious of the two of you. I suppose I didn’t believe her but it stands to reason I should have. Though she is troublesome, she doesn’t seem to be prone to exaggeration.”

“Troublesome?” the countess repeated, her voice rising. “I suggest you start explaining.”

“Tabbie,” Sussex’s gentle voice soothed his wife. “I’m sure His Grace has a perfectly good explanation.”

Tabbie turned to her husband and Ryker watched as they exchanged a look that spoke more than any he had ever witnessed. Love, trust, understanding passed between the couple as Luke reached for her gloved hand, grasping it in his own. “I’ve worked alongside His Grace for years and have always known him to be a man of honor. He is far more trustworthy than I ever was.”

Tabbie cleared her throat. “I apologize if I implied you were not trustworthy, Your Grace. But it has been a trying time for my family and I am worried about my sister.”

“As well you should—” he started but a hand at his arm stopped him.

“Ryker?” Tricia’s voice sent a tingle of excitement racing down his spine. He turned to see her standing next to him, her hand resting on his arm. Another young woman stood just behind her, her face etched in surprise. He could only assume this was her companion. Without thought, he tucked Tricia’s gloved fingers into his elbow.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He quirked an eyebrow then. “I might ask you the same.”

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re speaking with my sister.”

“I’m aware,” he whispered back. “I mistook her for you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes grew positively huge in her face and he wanted to laugh again. Something about her forthright emotions brought out a joy in him he hadn’t experienced in years. Not since the death of his father and his debauched attempt to court Lady Amelia Hart. He reined himself back in. Emotion had little to do with why he wished to court her. At least, he told himself that. Emotion was how he’d gotten hurt all those years ago.

“Tricia,” her sister’s voice bit into the moment, and Ryker glanced up to assess Tabbie again. She was indeed bolder than his rather more demure, Tricia. Not that Tricia lacked for bravery, he knew that wasn’t true. Tricia was the healer in her family, he could see that now. She put the needs of others before her own. It was a trait he found himself appreciating more the longer he knew her.

“Yes?” Tricia replied innocently, and Ryker had to bite back another smile. Tabbie was demanding answers no one seemed willing to give.

“I want to know—” Tabbie started.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, not here.” Tricia leaned toward her sister. “Get your pasties and then we will return to your townhouse.”

“But we were on our way to Mother and Father’s.” Tabbie seemed momentarily stunned.

Tricia took an audible breath. “If you could just give me a few minutes to explain, then we can go.” She reached for her sister’s hand, giving it a squeeze. Ryker could see her softening for her sister. He couldn’t help but note her kindness yet again. “I can only assume you’d prefer answers now and I left early this morning, despite being up rather late, to give them to you in the privacy of your home. If you want to go to see Father now, I’ll understand. But you’ll have to wait until we can be alone again for me to explain.”

Sussex gave an understanding smile. “I’ve learned, darling, to always listen to a Riley lady when she requests an audience.”

Ryker felt his own eyebrows rising. Had Luke been as powerless to resist Tabbie as he seemed to be with Tricia?

With a curt nod, Tabbie stepped up to the counter and ordered a variety of pasties. Then turning back, she huffed. “I was going to bring them with me.”

“You still can. We’ll be quick.” She squeezed her sister’s hand again.

“We?” Tabbie quirked a brow, looking to the woman who had accompanied Tricia. “You mean you and Miss Walters?”

Tricia turned back to look at the woman just behind her. He had been right and the woman with her was her companion, Miss Walters. “Of course I didn’t.” Tricia looked up to him then. Some feeling rumbled deep in his gut. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to claim her as his own. Reminding himself that this was a potential business transaction like any other, he tried to push the feeling away. “Though you don’t have to come if you don’t want. Can you give me the name of the sanitarium? I’ve yet to receive your missive.”

“Sanitarium?” Tabbie croaked.

But Luke was smiling again and he leaned over to Ryker. “They do get themselves into a bit of trouble. But it’s completely worth it. Marriage has never been more entertaining.”

Ryker’s eyebrows rose again. How had Luke known he was considering marriage?

* * *

Tricia walked next to Ryker, his presence having the same effect on her that it always did. It was soothing her, calming her all the while filling her with a fluttering of nerves that made her itch to touch him.

Something was different today. He was less irritated with her presence, more open. Hadn’t he immediately tucked her hand in his arm? Spoken with her family as though it were completely natural? They were supposed to keep their identities secret. Though, to be fair, his still was. At least to her.

Besides, it did no good to think this way. He was handsome, likely titled. He’d never want her. And she already had a perfectly suitable plan. She ignored the tiny protest in her own mind that declared suitable absolutely dreadful.

They quickly reached Tabbie and Luke’s townhouse, which was just around the corner from the shop. Ushering them into a sitting room, Luke gave his famously rakish smile. “Welcome to our home, Your Grace.”

Tabbie felt as though she’d been socked in the gut. Your Grace? Of course, it made sense. His demand to remain anonymous, his bossy nature, as though used to men following his orders. The opulence of his carriage. But what was a duke doing down at the docklands?

Her eyes round, she looked at him and he gave his head a subtle shake, warning her not to let on that she hadn’t known he was a duke.

She gave a curt nod to show her understanding and clamped her lips closed.

Luke helped Tabbie sit on a settee and Miss Waters was sent to the kitchens as Tricia and Ryker settled across from them. As Tabbie fussed to get comfortable and Luke intently helped her, Tricia leaned over and whispered, “Your Grace, you are the Duke of…?”

“Landon,” he whispered back.

“Enough whispering,” Tabbie called. “I am anxious to see our father, so I’ll beg you to begin.”

Tricia gave a nod and launched into her story of how she ended up at the docklands searching for Fenton.

She tried to lighten it as best she could but she could see Tabbie grow paler with each passing sentence until she was gripping Luke’s hand with a white-knuckle hold that actually looked painful.

“We were very fortunate you were there.” Luke spoke through gritted teeth. Tricia wasn’t certain if he disapproved of her actions or Tabbie’s grip was causing him to clench so.

Tabbie was less diplomatic. “What were you thinking?”

Tricia bristled to match her sister’s irritation. “I was thinking that you would have done the same and I needed to be as strong as you.”

“The docklands?” Tabbie turned to Luke. “Tell her never to do that again.”

“Never do that again.” Luke responded without hesitation. “Tricia, your wellbeing, not to mention your reputation… Not even Tabbie would have—”

“Yes, she would.” Tricia stood then, crossing her arms. “I’ve been dragged along more times than I can count. Besides, you don’t know what it’s been like. I’ve been watching them both die.” The words choked out of her mouth. It was true. Her father had been dying due to the consumption but Fenton to vices. He had always been handsome, charming, and talented. Being older than her she’d looked up to him. When his parents passed, he visited less and less, a sadness about him. She’d tried to get him to confide in her but she was younger and he swore he wouldn’t burden her. She wished she’d pushed harder, maybe he wouldn’t have fallen into such darkness.

Ryker stood too, his hand grasping hers. “You’ve been very brave,” he murmured as his thumb stroked the back of her hand. His eyes were intent upon her and instead of the cold assessment they usually gave, this one was full of understanding, acceptance. It made her warm inside.

“Thank you,” she replied, turning back to her sister. “You’ll be happy to know, His Grace—”

“Call me, Ryker.”

She looked back at him, the same warmth in his gaze. “Ryker took over the search and was far more successful than I. He found Fenton and has delivered him to a sanitarium. The next question will be what to do with him after so that he doesn’t slip away again.”

Luke cleared his throat. “I can help him with that. I’ve several friends who can help an earl in need. Lord Coventry has turned many men around.”

Ryker nodded. “You’re right. He’s just the fellow.”

Relief washed over Tricia. To know in this time of uncertainty one of the men she loved might be saved made her feel so much better. “Thank you,” she breathed, giving Ryker’s hand one last squeeze before he slipped hers out of his grip. Now it was time to do the best they could for the other ailing man in their life. “Tabbie, are you ready to see Father now?”

Chapter Five

Tricia sat in the library waiting for her sister. She’d thought it best to give her older sibling some time alone with their father. It was a lot to take in. Just a month ago, he’d been the picture of health. Before fever and a cough had racked his body. The doctors were sure it was consumption. The only question now was would he live. Tricia had grown more hopeful. He was going longer stretches without fever and he he’d even managed to take a few meals. Still, the change in him was dramatic.

Tabbie entered the room, tears glistening in her eyes. “How could his health have failed so quickly?”

Tricia shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s been…” She didn’t know how to put it in words.

Tabbie squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry if I was short earlier. I was worried about you. What if you were hurt? What if you were ruined?”

“I care not.” She waved her hand. “I’ll run your orphanages if I can’t marry.”

“Tricia!” Her sister’s sharp tone startled her. “How can you say that?”

Tricia blinked at her sister. “You applied yourself to avoiding marriage.”

“I know, but I was wrong. What I have with Luke, it’s worth more than anything in the world. To think of you not having that…”

“There is no guarantee I would ever find something like that.” Tricia shook her head, thinking that it would be impossible for her to find what her sister had. She knew she wasn’t a beauty and most men would not understand that she wanted to dedicate herself to more than just the home. “I like the idea of giving myself to charity. It has real meaning beyond planning parties and picking out dresses. I don’t want mother’s life.”

Tabbie shook her head. “All the same, you should leave yourself open to marriage. You never know what might happen.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Tricia clasped her hands in her lap, wishing to avoid an argument with her strong-willed sister. But she’d mostly made up her mind. She wouldn’t bother looking for the man who would allow her to continue what she already knew she loved.

“His Grace seems rather fond of you.” Tabbie gave her a sideways glance.

Tricia’s insides fluttered with hope but she pushed them away. Better not to hope wasn’t it? “I doubt that very much. He thinks I am a nuisance.” Her thoughts immediately went to their last carriage ride together and the feel of his parts poking into her. “But if he were, how would I know?”

Tabbie smiled. “He would hold your hand to comfort you, much like he did today. He would look at you with affection, help you when you needed it, if for example an errant cousin needed saving.”

Making a face at her sister, Tricia held up her hand. “Now you are just teasing me. He agreed to help me with Fenton within minutes of meeting me, and I know for certain he held no affection for me. He seemed rather put out.”

“But why, then, would he help you?”

“To make sure I left the docklands,” Tricia answered.

“But why not just escort you home?” Tabbie tapped her chin, it was a look Tricia knew well. Her sister was puzzling something out.

Grabbing her sister’s forearm, she wanted to impress upon Tabbie there was nothing to puzzle over. “He was afraid I would return.”

“But you weren’t his responsibility. Once he delivered you, what did it matter if you returned? Unless he cares for your wellbeing…”

“Tabbie, please. You are trying to paint Ryker’s feelings for me with Luke’s brush.”

“I’m not sure that I am.” Tabbie tapped her chin again and then stood slowly to ring the bell. When a servant appeared, she asked, “Could you please find my husband and have him join us?”

“Tabbie,” Tricia’s voice held a warning. She knew her sister. Once Tabbie started scheming it was difficult to change her course.

“I haven’t done anything,” Tabbie answered with far too much innocence.

Tricia stood as well. “Yet,” she grumbled. “But I know you.”

Luke entered the library. “How is your father?”

Tabbie’s mouth turned down. “He’s terrible,” she whispered. “But that is not what I want to discuss. You know His Grace. Can you speak with him? Find out what his intentions are? Technically, he’s been alone with Tricia—”

“Stop.” Tricia scurried across the room to stand next to her sister. “I know what you’re doing. You can’t help father so you are trying to secure my future.”

“That isn’t it—”

“Pish, it’s the same thing I did with Fenton. But I don’t need you to save me, Tabbie.” She turned to Luke, standing taller. Her sister was not going to force a match here. “Under no circumstances are you to demand he marry me.”

Luke gave her a wink. “I won’t have to. He’ll offer.”

“Stop saying that. He won’t.” Tricia had been alone with him. She knew he didn’t want to marry her. It was obvious to her and everyone else that took stock of her attributes. He was the most handsome man she’d ever met and she was barely pretty, not at all sophisticated. Besides, she wanted to dedicate herself to charity, didn’t she?

“But I have business to discuss with him. Honestly, I might know something of his thief. I received a missive from Coventry involving something similar. It might be coincidence but it’s information I will pass on to His Grace. I’ll go see him this afternoon and make no demands but perhaps ask a few pointed questions?”

Tricia reluctantly nodded and Tabbie clapped with delight. If Luke could help with his thief, she wouldn’t feel so guilty about imposing upon him. If he was interested in courting her, it would give her time to decide how she felt about it. Because she had no intention of marrying.

But her insides betrayed her as they danced with excitement.

* * *

“I’ve looked over your list of missing items. Jewelry, fine liquors, and even a few missives from the crown. They have one thing in common, they are goods easily sold for profit.” Mr. Hart gave him a meaningful glance across his desk.

“Easily?” Ryker gave him a look of disbelief.

“If you operate in the right circles.” Mr. Hart nodded his affirmation. “I only know one man who could make such goods disappear. The Marquess of Highwater.”

Ryker assessed the man across the table from him. Mr. Hart had every reason to tell him the truth but something didn’t sit right. Even a marquess could be felled by a duke and certainly the Prince Regent. “You think he’d steal from me?”

Mr. Hart sighed. “I don’t think knowingly. But…” His eyes drifted away before returning to Ryker’s. “You share the same solicitor.”

A growl rumbled deep within his chest. “Mr. Winters. My father’s solicitor.” Ryker closed his eyes. He’d thought he’d seen the man the night before last when he’d been in the docklands investigating the thefts. “I saw him. The first night I was at the docks.”

Mr. Hart nodded. “And the man gambles. A great deal, actually. He could be selling the goods to the marquess—”

A knock at the door interrupted the rest of his thought. “Yes?” Ryker barked. As a general rule, he didn’t like interruptions. With one notable exception, of course. Tricia. She had done nothing but interrupt and yet, he found that he liked it with her.

His butler opened the door. “The Earl of Sussex is here to see you, sir. He claims that it is urgent.”

Ryker swore under his breath. He knew Sussex would be visiting in short order but he’d hoped to deal with the issue of the thief first. “Send him in.”

The butler nodded and Mr. Hart rose. “Should I step outside, Your Grace?”

“Yes, thank you.” Ryker stood from his chair, taking a deep breath to clear his mind. “This shouldn’t take long.”

With a nod, Mr. Hart stepped out as Sussex came in.

“Sussex,” Ryker nodded.

“Your Grace,” Sussex returned.

“You needn’t be so formal. Landon will do fine. We’re to be family, after all.” Ryker returned to his seat, and gestured for Sussex to do the same.

“Well that was rather simpler than I had anticipated.” Sussex took the chair Mr. Hart had just vacated.

“Truth be told, I’d made up my mind to pursue a match before I saw you this morning.” Ryker folded his hands preparing for the negotiation about to happen. With Tricia’s father ill and her brother still quite young, it didn’t surprise him that her brother-in-law had been sent to see to the details.

Sussex nodded. “I assumed as much, after seeing the way you looked at her today.”

Ryker started in surprise. How had he looked at her? This wasn’t a love match. He had simply deemed her to have the necessary attributes in a wife. And he considered it an asset that they could forgo courting through a series of painful social commitments. Of course, the attraction he felt was also pleasantly unexpected. “I don’t know what you mean.”

But Sussex only winked. “I am married to her sister, remember? They are difficult women to resist.”

Ryker frowned deeper. That wasn’t what was happening here. “It isn’t a matter of being unable to resist. I find her to be the type of lady who would make an admirable duchess.”

Both of Luke’s eyebrows rose then. “A duchess should sneak out at night and travel unattended to the worst sections of London?” He leaned forward then. “Tabbie has a certain affection for abandoning the rules and I must confess I find her unrestrained side rather…exhilarating.”

Ryker nearly choked. “Sussex, that is rather more information than I needed.”

But the other man’s eyes danced with merriment. “Tricia has more restraint than her sister, which will likely suit you well but there is a wild streak that I am sure you noticed, and will likely enjoy, as her husband.”

A sudden image of her on his lap, pressed against him, her eyes hooded and her lips pouty. Luke was undoubtedly right. His mind wandered further. He’d seen her delicate curves in her frocks and pelisses. What might she look like without them? Sussex was a terrible influence. “You must have been quite the rake.”

Luke chuckled. “I was. But a certain little red-haired minx has reformed me completely. Can’t deny her a thing.”

Red-haired minx. That about summed it up. “And you find marriage to suit you?”

“It more than suits me. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Thank you, Sussex.” Ryker nodded. “Provided Tricia is amenable, I will sign an agreement and, if you agree, get a special license post haste. I am hoping we can work out some of the particulars in a few days’ time, I have another matter that is rather pressing.”

“Your thief,” Sussex said.

“Yes.” Ryker had nearly forgotten that some of the details had woven into Tricia’s accounting of her time by the docks.

“That is the primary reason for my visit, actually.”

“Primary,” Ryker had to admit that surprised him.

Luke chuckled. “A man does not hold a woman’s hand in front of her family unless he intends to wed her.”

Ryker had to admit, he liked Sussex. There was a jovial easiness about him that he himself sometimes lacked. Tricia also had a warmth about her that made him feel less…stoic. “Fair point. What do you know about my thief?”

“I know almost nothing about your thief. But tomorrow night we are to attend a masquerade ball. I wouldn’t normally socialize at such a time, except for a very dear friend requested my presence. It seems the Marquess of Highwater uses such events to hold private auctions for goods he wishes to sell.”

Ryker stood and Luke started in surprise. “My apologies for frightening you. Would you mind if I brought my detective back in. I think we could help each other.”

“Of course,” Luke nodded. “Your man is discreet?”

“Yes, of course, but let me ask the need for discretion before I invite him into the conversation.”

“My friend is the Earl of Coventry. We are in a sort of guild together. The very one that will help Fenton. At any rate, there is another earl who appears to be caught up in dealings with Highwater. Coventry has sussed this out so that we might help our brother.”

“Understood, thank you for confiding in me. Mr. Hart need not know any of those details. But perhaps I could attend with you? If it is a masquerade, I need not announce myself. Very few in society know who I am.”

Luke nodded. “Excellent idea. Tricia will be thrilled, I am sure.”

Tricia, of course he would also be attending with Tricia. He didn’t like the thought, actually. Not that he minded being with her. She made the thought of a ball considerably less painful. But he didn’t want her mixed up in this business any more than she already had been.

Bloody hell, he was getting protective of her and they weren’t even married. Actually, now that he considered it, he’d been protective of her from the very first moment he’d seen her standing there, bravely trying to show a man a miniature as he leered salaciously. She had been innocent and brave and he’d stopped pursuing his query in order to protect her. “Will your countess be there as well?”

“Of course, Tabbie will have to chaperone her while you and I conduct our other affairs.” Luke grimaced for the first time and Ryker got a glimpse of the man who wasn’t so carefree. “We’ll have to find a dress that hides the baby.”

Ryker nodded, relaxing slightly. Tabbie, as Tricia and Sussex called her, was a woman who could handle herself. He was sure of it.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to speak with Tricia about our marriage before you tell her of my intentions.” He hesitated, wondering how Luke might react to the next tidbit. “She fancies that she will dedicate herself to charitable causes rather than wedlock. I thought I might assure her that I will fund any projects she may wish to undertake as part of our marriage. It seems rather important to her.”

Luke gave him a broad grin. “Marvelous idea. I did the same with Tabbie, as you are aware. They are women of high intellect and ambition to match. It suits them to have pursuits outside of marriage but that isn’t something every man would understand.”

Ryker gave a curt nod. “Her wanting to help society is the least of my concerns.” He couldn’t explain that his growing attachment was far more alarming. His own parents hadn’t experienced anything close to love and they viewed him with the same detachment. He was used to it, comfortable even. These feelings were unexpected and not entirely welcome.

Sussex eyes twinkled with merriment as he leaned forward in his chair. “You’ll grow to absolutely love her mischievous tendencies.”

That was exactly what he was afraid of. Ryker crossed the room to call Mr. Hart back in.

Chapter Six

Tricia looked at her sister and brother-in-law, blinking several times. They’d gone mad. “A ball?”

“Masquerade ball, actually,” Luke gave her that carefree grin he always seemed to have on hand as he sat across from her in their townhome’s front parlor. He’d come to her parent’s home to fetch her on the way back from some meeting to visit with her sister. At least that was what he had claimed. But clearly it had been a ruse to discuss this ball.

“Our father is dying. And you’re with child. Mother actually agreed to this?” Tricia’s voice was growing shrill, she could hear it. Now that Fenton had been found, there was nothing to distract her from the possibility that her father might perish. She didn’t want to go to balls and pretend like nothing was wrong. Taking a calming breath, she cleared her throat and folded her hands.

“She did agree despite the poor timing. She wants to see you settled. If father passes, you will have to go into mourning and miss the coming season…” Tabbie reached for her sister’s hands, placing one over hers. “And Luke needs to help a friend who is in trouble. I know you will understand that.”

She did. Completely. “But why must I go? I’ve already made up my mind, despite what mother thinks. I’ll dedicate myself to the orphans.”

Luke’s smile only grew wider. “His Grace will be accompanying us and he has a few details he wishes to discuss with you.”

Her insides fluttered again. The way they always seemed to at the mention of Ryker. Or the sight of him. She pictured him in her mind and she could almost smell the fresh scent of his cologne, feel his hard edges against her body. “What does he wish to discuss?”

“That is between you and him.” Luke gave her a wink. “But hear him out, Tricia.”

“I haven’t outfitted myself for the season.” She nibbled her lip, her resolve not to go was weakening. Thoughts of seeing Ryker overriding her desire to leave society.

“I’ve plenty of dresses for you to choose from. Many of which haven’t been altered to accommodate my current size. I’ll have to find one that hides this baby belly. But that’s beside the point. One should fit you perfectly.” Tabbie squeezed her hands tighter.

Finally, she gave a curt nod of consent.

Tabbie beamed. “Help me up so we can go to my room and find you a dress.”

Tricia tried not to sigh as she stood and helped her sister off the settee.

The next evening she sat across from Luke and Tabbie as they rumbled down the street to retrieve Ryker. They’d spent the day with their father and had been such a relief when they’d manage to get him to eat an entire bowl of soup. She was hopeful for the first time since he’d grown ill and able to concentrate on the ball this evening.

The carriage slowed in front of Ryker’s brick-front home and Tricia couldn’t help but peer out the curtain to catch sight of him. Tricia also took note of the address, thinking it might be information that would be useful later on. She had to grin. She thought more like Tabbie every day.

Though Ryker was clearly adept at espionage as well. He was using some false name to attend and riding in their carriage was a way to further conceal his identity.

Luke had been vague as to why he wasn’t attending as himself, saying that he normally didn’t participate in society, but she guessed that there was more to it. She knew Luke had gone to speak with him about the spy and the friend who Luke needed to help. But why Ryker now needed to hide his identity, Luke wouldn’t say.

The door snapped open and Ryker filled the entrance. Her breath caught at the sight of him in his domino. It lent his handsome features an air or mystery. “Your Grace,” she breathed as she adjusted her own mask.

“Tonight, it’s my lord. But otherwise, it’s Ryker.” He took the seat next to her and reached for her gloved hand, placing a kiss on it. An ache between her legs made her press her thighs together. He continued to hold her hand and she left it in his grasp. Neither Tabbie nor Luke seemed to raise an eyebrow over the gesture, which was almost as odd.

“Luke already informed me of the change of address. What I am puzzling over is the why. Why am I referring to you as my lord?”

He shook his head. “I don’t socialize as a general rule, and I would prefer to maintain my reputation as a recluse tonight.”

“Luke said that too. I don’t believe it.” She leaned toward him, pressing her chest against his arm so that her face was close to his.

He didn’t move away but she could swear that his chest rose faster. “What is not to believe?”

Her eyes narrowed and his seemed to detail every line of her face, lingering on her lips. “There is another reason and I am sure it’s connected to why you were in the docklands.”

It was subtle, but she heard his intake of breath and she knew she was correct. “Perhaps I simply don’t want other debutantes and their marriage-minded mamas trying to divert my attention away from you.”

“Hogwash.” She sniffed. “They will throw themselves at you anyway. An unknown, handsome lord.” And they would never consider her a threat.

“You think I am handsome?” He grinned then and she gasped, it was so devastating. He needed to smile more often.

“And overbearing.”

He chuckled and the sound danced along her skin. He was irresistible like this, Tricia decided.

“And you have no good sense. But try to exercise some tonight and leave my motives be.”

That was all the confirmation she needed to know he most definitely had other motives.

They rode the rest of the way chattering about nothing in particular but Tricia had the sense that Ryker fit with her sister and brother-in-law. He wasn’t the warmest man but somehow, with them, he relaxed. He still held her hand and she wished she could press against him, touch her lips to his.

All too soon, they arrived at the Marquess of Highwater’s London home and joined the line of carriages filled with attendees.

Tricia wanted to stay where she was. The four of them wrapped in a cocoon of darkness, talking softly and ignoring the rest of the world.

But all too soon, they were exiting the carriage, joining the throng of partygoers all in costume.

“You look beautiful this evening.” Ryker tucked her hand in his elbow as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Thank you, my lord.” She tried to hide the fact that his compliment pleased her. The ivory dress she’d borrowed from Tabbie complimented her skin and hair nicely while accentuating her figure.

He chuckled. “You’re welcome, my lady.” His hip subtly brushed hers.

They entered the crowded ballroom and Tricia tightened her hand on his arm. The crush of people left her breathless. She thought she might actually prefer the quiet of the docklands in the middle of the night. “Oh my,” she breathed.

“Do you like it?” His voice was close to her ear.

She shook her head. “I’d rather face those ne’er do wells again, I think.”

His chuckle reverberated through her as they pressed together in the crowd. Tabbie and Luke were just ahead of them but she was so thankful to have Ryker at her side. “Perhaps you’ll feel differently when we dance.”

With a flick of his wrist, he wrote his name on the first spot on her dance card then whisked her off into the throng of dancers.

As the first strains of the music began, his hand came to her waist. “I’m not terribly fond of these social engagements either. But we’ll suffer through it together.”

Together. She liked the sound of that. She’d never really considered what it might be like to have a partner. Someone to depend upon. But it would have its advantages. Particularly if that someone went about visiting orphanages with her and helped her save her family members.

But Ryker wouldn’t marry her, of course. He’d want a more proper woman for his bride. Not some hooligan who snuck out at night and derailed his own plans.

And she couldn’t be a duchess. It was ridiculous to consider. She had a plan, a good one. A decent one that the duties of a duchess would never allow. “As a duke, mustn’t you attend any numbers of these events?”

His eyes twinkled with a merriment she hadn’t seen from him before but shown clearly through his mask. “No.” A grin spread across his face. “One of the advantages of being a duke is that you have to answer to almost no one.”

A giggle bubbled out of her mouth and her shoulders shook. “Only the Prince Regent.”

“And my wife.” He pulled her just a touch closer. “When I take one.”

Something in her chest caught then, tightening until she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She attempted to keep the smile on her face that had been so easy just moments before. “Did you have someone in mind?”

“Indeed I do,” he whispered close to her ear. She was glad he couldn’t see her face, leaning as close as he was. If he’d looked into her eyes, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hide her hurt.

No wonder he’d been so adamant that he keep his identity secret. He didn’t want to ruin his chances with a potential bride. “How fortunate for her,” she chirped trying to make her voice sunnier than she felt. When had she become so attached to Ryker? When had it started to matter that he’d marry?

He laughed again, his lips lightly touching the skin of her ear and it echoed through her body, making her hum with a need that left her breathless. Try as she might, she couldn’t calm her racing heart. Drat, didn’t it understand he’d just said he would marry someone else? “You seem overset, my lady. Perhaps you need a moment on the veranda?”

She nodded, thinking that a little air would help her to compose herself. What had gotten into her? She had a plan. It may not be what most ladies would choose but it suited her. It would never be enough for her to just be a man’s wife. She needed to help people. Besides, even if that wasn’t the case, Ryker could have the most beautiful woman in this room and it surely wasn’t her.

Ryker skillfully maneuvered them through the crowd toward the open doors. As the fresh air hit her face, she filled her lungs, feeling revived. “So much better,” she murmured. There were a great many people outside as well, but there was room to move and fresh air to breathe.

They walked through the throng, down a path where the garden got darker, and no one was around them. “Wait until you see my country estate. The woods are endless, and you can ride about the fields for miles.”

She crinkled her brow, doubting she might ever travel there. Once he was married, his wife surely wouldn’t want her about. “It sounds lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so. There isn’t much of a need for an orphanage, but the county could likely stand to have one.”

She blinked several times. “Orphanage?”

He stopped walking then and, with sure hands, turned them both so their bodies came together. She forgot to think, forgot to breathe as his hands came around her back and his lips dropped to hers. It was like the carriage, only so much better. His lips were strong and sure as they teased and nibbled at hers and she found herself pressing closer, eager for more of their touch.

He obliged her by sliding her lips apart and gently touching his tongue to hers. Sparks lit behind her eyes as she gasped in a breath. Her belly filling with a need that begged to be filled.

When he finally lifted his head, his hand came to grasp her cheek, his thumb swiping across her tingling lips. “That was glorious.”

“Mmmmmh,” she managed to mumble, blinking again. Her thoughts were still muddled as she tried to remember what had been happening before he’d twisted her into knots with that kiss.

“I have to go back inside, Tricia. I’ll leave you with Tabbie. But we need to talk. If not tonight, then first thing tomorrow morning.” He kissed her again. It was a simple joining of the lips but it lingered, speaking of an intimacy she longed to explore.

“Talk?” she blinked up at him. “After that kiss, you want to talk?”

His shoulders silently shook in mirth before he whispered, “You’ve a point there, my sweet. We’ve only a few details that need attending before I’ll kiss you for as long as you desire.”

He couldn’t mean what she thought he did. It was absurd to think that he wanted her.

Then, slipping her arm back in his elbow, he reversed direction, and headed back toward the house. If he’d kiss her for as long she desired, she’d likely agree to anything he wished to discuss.

* * *

Ryker and Luke slipped down the darkened halls far away from the noise of the party. There were a few men in front of and behind them, but all were silent as they made their way to the auction.

Ryker had to admit, in terms of a cover for illicit activity, this was first rate.

Everyone here was known among the ton, which meant everyone and no one could be a suspect.

Of course, it also meant that the very people who had been stealing from him could attend.

“Do we need a password or something?” Ryker mumbled, keeping his voice low.

Luke gave a jerk of his head to affirm they did not. “If you know about it, that’s password enough.”

“How do we know about it again?” Ryker asked even more softly.

“Coventry knows all sorts of things that continually surprise me.” The corners of his mouth turned up in a hard smile. “He has ears everywhere.”

As if on cue, a man stepped from the shadows. Ryker tensed but Luke stopped, extending his hand. The two greeted each other with a quick handshake and then Coventry fell in step with them.

“Thank you for coming, Sussex. Wimbley,” Coventry gave him the tiniest wink as he used Ryker’s cover name.

Ryker gave a nod in return. “Appreciate your help,” he returned.

Luke looked to his old friend. “So what has Addington gotten himself into?”

Coventry’s mouth pinched. “A business deal he set up with our illustrious host turned sour. They were shipping tea or something to the Orient when the ship supposedly sank. As per the terms of the agreement, Addington must now work off the debt. The whole of it reeks like week-old fish,” Coventry murmured. “I could pay off Addington’s debts to free him, but I think the better plan is to expose the marquess. He’s taken advantage of enough of our peers, I think.”

Ryker’s eyebrows rose. He’d met Coventry on several occasions and he’d always gotten the sense that the man was as shrewd as they came, but to think that he used that sharpness to help his peers and right wrongs among the elite, well, it went beyond anything Ryker could have imagined. “Glad I can help.”

Coventry did not reply as a lit room at the end of the hall came into view. Ryker adjusted his mask to better hide his face and Coventry donned a mask and hat to hide his.

At least thirty men stood silently about the room, peering at tables with blankets spread atop them. All were clearly curious to know what delights lay underneath.

A few more men entered the room and then the door to the hall was closed. Uneasiness broiled in the pit of Ryker’s stomach.

Even more unsettling were the two men who came around, holding out a basket for any weapons. One collected them while the other eyed each man suspiciously. If he found a fellow lacking, he patted him down to check for additional knives or pistols.

Once done, a door in the back of the room opened and three men stepped in. Ryker recognized the marquess but not the other two. Both Luke and Coventry shifted as their eyes met the man to the marquess’s right. Ryker could only assume that was Addington.

What was more, Addington seemed to recognize them too. His step stuttered as he looked over to them and the piercing gaze of the marquess bore into Addington as he followed his gaze right to Ryker, Luke, and Coventry.

Bloody bullocks. Ryker gritted his teeth, preparing for the fight, which was sure to be near impossible without his pistols, but it didn’t come.

Instead, the marquess gave a nod to the group, and without a word, pulled a blanket off one of the tables. Jewels even a duke would find lavish met his gaze.

Blanket after blanket was removed and Ryker sucked in his breath as his missing ruby collection, minus the necklace, of course, came into view. Worth an earldom, the jewels sparkled even in the low light and his fist clenched before he forced it to relax.

Imperial jade figurines, intricately carved wooden statues, and several other delights came into view.

On each table sat, in addition to the items, a nearly burned-out candle. As the blanket was removed, the candle was lit. Next to it was a quill, ink, and parchment.

As the last blanket was removed and the candle lit, the crowd began to move about the room, visiting various tables and writing on the paper.

“When the candle goes out, no more bids will be accepted.” Coventry muttered so low, it could barely be heard. Then he moved away to mingle with the crowd.

Ryker and Luke did the same, making sure to place bids on a few of the items. Not so high he might win, but just enough to not arouse suspicion.

Every time he passed by the rubies, he had to keep his eyes trained on the far wall. A part of him wanted to snatch it up and run for the door.

But finally, after what felt like hours, the candles began to extinguish. As the marquess looked at the sheets, he approached the winner and shook his hand. Silently they exchanged goods for coin.

Ryker watched his rubies being handed off and took a deep breath to steady himself. He’d get it back.

Weapons were redistributed and the doors opened. Ryker kept his eye on the winner of the rubies. A servant met him outside the auction room, where the man handed off his prize and then proceeded back to the party. For a wild second, Ryker thought to follow the precious stone but instead, he shadowed the man who purchased it. He need only discover his identity and then he’d get it back. Besides, Tricia was in that ballroom and he was desperate to see her again. This entire auction had filled him with an unease. He wanted to feel her pressed up against him to know that she was safe.

It occurred to him that he was once again giving up his pursuit of the crime in favor of her safety, but it only made him smile. She was far more precious to him than any stone. Even if those stones belonged to the Prince Regent.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he tried to discern when this had happened. She was a bride that filled a list of requirements.

But even has he thought it, he realized it was so much more.

He loved her.

How it had happened, he couldn’t be certain, but after tonight he couldn’t deny it.

“I recognize the man who bought your stones.” Luke spoke from next to him and Ryker started. He’d forgotten the man was there.

“I’ll get them back.” Ryker rumbled low and deep as they entered the ballroom.

Luke gave a nod but his response was cut short by a group of women who tittered with laughter as they passed, their fans hiding their grins. “What the bloody hell was that?”

Ryker shook his head. “I was sure women always giggled so in your presence.” Even Ryker could tell that Luke must have been very popular among the ladies. While Ryker himself was considered handsome, Luke had an easy charm about him.

“Not like that,” Luke winked. “Well, sometimes, but…” His words tapered off as another group of ladies whispered furiously as they passed. He leaned over. “Do you think they’ve discovered who you really are?”

Ryker shrugged but an uneasiness filled his stomach. Something was wrong. “I don’t think so. Their glances are more smug and less coy.”

Luke glanced around. “Where are Tabbie and Tricia?”

Ryker didn’t see them.

* * *

Tricia sat next to Tabbie watching the next set. She liked the party far better from this view but she missed Ryker.

He had said he would return as soon as he was able, which was likely not soon enough. She was eager to leave this mayhem and return to her quiet home. “I can see why you hated these things,” Tricia murmured to her sister. Tabbie had made it her mission, despite her feisty nature, to be a wallflower. Come to think of it, Tricia was doing the same in her own way. She’d rather assumed that men would not find her attractive and had wished to skip of this entirely.

“I can show you some of the best hiding places at a ball if you’d like.” Tabbie gave her wink. “Potted ferns do wonderfully.”

Tricia giggled, relaxing a little. At least she was in good company while she waited. “I shall have to remember that if mother insists I participate in a season next year.”

“Oh, I doubt very much that will happen,” Tabbie returned reaching for her sister’s hand.

“Really,” Tricia blinked. “You think she’ll be amenable to me becoming a spinster? To dedicating myself to charity?”

Tabbie gave her a long look before she answered. “You don’t have to be a spinster to make a difference, Tricia.”

“True,” Tricia replied slowly. “But not every lady meets a man as openminded as Luke. I fully expect I won’t.”

Tabbie pressed her lips together, looking as though she were hiding a grin. “And what kind of husband do you expect Ryker to be?”

Tricia let out a huff of breath. “What does that matter?” While a little piece of her heart had latched onto that dream, she knew he would never want her. Hadn’t he said that very thing the first night he’d met her?

Tabbie’s eyebrows rose. “He escorted you to a public event.”

“In disguise,” she returned.

“He’s been alone with you—”

Tricia cut her off. “When he made me swear to keep his identity secret.”

“Hasn’t he said anything that made you think he might be considering you?” Tabbie’s eyebrows were raised near to her hairline and she looked as though Tricia were being silly.

“Of course not.” But then their earlier conversation began playing back in her mind. Details she skipped over because he’d been wreaking havoc on her senses. “Except that he wanted me to see his country estate and…” She gasped. “You don’t think he’ll propose?”

“Don’t be thick. Of course he will.” Tabbie leaned over, her eyes sparkling. “But darling, make him work for it.”

Happiness filled her, making her feel warm and light. A future she’d never let herself want played out in her mind. Ryker holding her close, a baby in her arms. Her baby. She still wanted to help people, of course. But Ryker might understand that. Hadn’t he mentioned her starting an orphanage?

Tricia was about to respond when a shadow cast over her. She looked up suddenly expecting to see Ryker, but it was Lord Longly who gazed down at her.

Drat. She hadn’t spoken to him since that night outside of Almacks. She’d led him to believe she’d consider his suit, which was not the truth. She swallowed a lump as she stood to greet him.

“Lord Longly.” A forced smile pried her lips open as he bowed to her.

“Lady Tricia.” His eyes were intent upon her, as they normally were, but there was something different about him tonight. It was the hint of disapproval in his tone, the downturned lips, the tension in his stance. “I’d hoped to ask for the next set.”

Tricia took a breath. “I must confess to being a bit overset this evening.”

“You did not look overset when you were dancing earlier. Nor did you look overset when you allowed whomever that man was to lead you outside.” Herman’s voice rose with each word.

Tricia blinked several times, recognizing that he was jealous. Several sets of eyes had turned toward them. “I didn’t feel well, which is why we stepped onto the veranda for air. I had a bout of dizziness.” She stepped closer hoping to draw him into a more private conversation then the one they were currently having.

“Is that why he escorted you here?” Herman’s arm reached out then, grasping hers just above the elbow.

“Herman,” she hissed. “He is the guest of my brother-in-law.”

He gave a rough tug to her arm, oblivious to the crowd of onlookers he was attracting. “Was he who were you meeting when you were outside Almacks unattended?” Everyone around them had ceased talking, but all at once whispers began swirling around them. Her heart stopped beating for a moment. She’d known she faced being ruined but somehow she hadn’t pictured it exactly like this. Turning to the side, she saw the stares of twenty people. Some were filled with disgust, others a sick delight, still others just curiosity.

A hand at her back made her jerk away from Herman, but it was only Tabbie.

“I don’t know what you are referring to, Lord Longly,” Tricia said as loudly as she could muster while still sounding natural.

He snorted but his gaze never left hers, and his eyes were filled with hurt. “I wanted to marry you.”

A stab of guilt rent her chest. She blinked several times, pushing that feeling away. Was this how a man who wanted her to be his wife should act? Calling her out in front of a crowd of people? No matter what Ryker thought of her actions he would never treat her this way. “Lord Longly,” she stood straighter. “I would never marry a man who would sully my reputation in such a way as you have done tonight.”

He leaned down until his nose was nearly touching hers but Tabbie stepped next to her pushing her own face into his. “I think you’ve said enough,” Tabbie wrapped an arm around Tricia.

“She made promises to me,” Herman spit as he spoke. “Now you’re making me out as though I’ve done something wrong. She’s the one who went out unattended—”

Tabbie stepped so close to him she bumped into him, pushing him back. “My sister would never marry a man like you. Goodnight, Lord Longly.”

Then she grabbed Tricia’s arm and began making her way to the door. They couldn’t stay now it would be too painful. The crowd parted for them as they went but all eyes were on them and the whispers followed close behind. Tricia knew that it had finally happened.

Just when she’d met a man she wanted to marry—who unbelievably, wanted her in return—she was well and thoroughly ruined.

Chapter Seven

Climbing into the waiting carriage, Tabbie and Tricia rode back to Tabbie’s townhome in silence. Tabbie informed the driver to return as quickly as possible for Luke and Ryker. Tricia didn’t cry, though part of her wanted to. She had told herself it was to be expected. She’d made her choices and she wouldn’t regret them. But their looks had been terrible and, if she were honest, she’d expected to be ruined more quietly. With a gossip column or, perhaps, a ladies’ tea. But to be called out at a crowded ball was so much worse than she’d ever imagined.

At least she’d made arrangements to stay at Tabbie’s so that she wouldn’t have to tell her mother for another day. Her father’s condition had stabilized at least, the only reason she’d been comfortable enough to agree to this entire ordeal.

She wished Ryker had been there. He would have known how to help her.

Ryker.

Tabbie had thought he might ask her to marry him. That was out of the question now. A duke did not marry a fallen woman.

She tried to tell herself that this was what she had wanted before him. At the very least expected. But somehow she hadn’t realized how much Ryker meant to her until she knew she couldn’t have him. A future that allowed her both a family and a meaningful life of charity work. She should have known better. Those futures were only for women who sparkled the way her sister did.

She climbed the stairs with a mumbled goodnight to Tabbie.

“Tricia,” her sister called. “Try not to worry. We’ll have this all sorted by the morning.”

She gave a silent nod as she turned and finished climbing the stairs. Dismissing her maid, she undressed herself, and then looked in the mirror. This was the face of a spinster. A ruined spinster.

But then a new thought occurred to her. If she were to live the life of a ruined woman, shouldn’t she actually be thoroughly and completely ruined? A little thrill raced up her spine. She wanted all of him but she’d settle for his touch, a few stolen moments to last a lifetime.

Why not experience passion once before she dedicated herself to charity? She climbed into bed but her mind simply wouldn’t quiet, thoughts swirling at a frantic pace.

Memories of Herman’s words and the looks and snickers of the crowd filled her with shame. While thoughts of Ryker and the comfort his touch would provide heated her skin.

Slipping back out of bed, she began pulling on more serviceable clothing. Sneaking down the hall, she used the servants’ stairs. Silently, she crept past the kitchen and then slipped out the back door. With any luck, Ryker had yet to arrive home.

She moved in the shadows down the dark streets, the night air filling her lungs and calming her soul.

She knew where Ryker lived, it wasn’t far from Tabbie’s home. The night was quiet and not too cold so she hid herself away near his front door. Saying a silent prayer he hadn’t already arrived home and was safely tucked inside, she settled in to wait.

It was nearly an hour later when the rumbling of wagon wheels caught her notice. She craned her neck up over the shrub she hid behind to see the outline of Luke’s carriage rumbling toward them.

It stopped by the door and Ryker’s voice reverberated through her chest. “Send me word, if you wouldn’t mind, to let me know that they’ve made it safely home.”

“Of course,” Luke’s words more muffled in the carriage but she could still make them out. “The driver said he delivered them, so I am sure they are fine.”

The door snapped closed again as the wheels began to move. She could hear Ryker’s feet on the cobblestones as he made his way up the steps. “Ryker,” she whispered, standing up.

He startled and his hand reached into his coat before his eyes registered her. “Bloody hell, Tricia. What are you doing?”

Skirting around the bush, she made her way up the steps to join him. “Coming to see you, of course.”

His arm reached out to wrap around her waist and then he pulled her tight against him. “I was worried when you left the ball.”

“Oh…that…it couldn’t be helped.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, not wanting to discuss it. It was the very thing she came here to forget. He’d find out eventually, she was sure, but tonight was just about the two of them. She didn’t want Herman ruining that too.

His lips grazed her forehead. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I’d rather not,” she leaned back to look up at him then.

His eyebrows shot up. “You are never dull, I’ll say that.” He paused searching her face. “If not to tell me what happened, why did you come?”

Nibbling on her lip, she searched for the words that might tell him, she wanted him to ruin her without actually saying it out loud. Drat, why hadn’t she practiced this beforehand? “Perhaps we could discuss it inside?”

He paused for a long moment before finally answering. “You’re just going to enter my house in the middle of the night, through the front door?”

Shrugging, she looked away then. “I no longer need to preserve my reputation.”

“I see,” he answered evenly before he guided her to the entrance with an arm around her waist.

Stepping inside, he waved away the staff that made to greet him. With his arm still around her waist, he turned to the right and entered what appeared to be a sitting room.

He lit a candle, sitting it on the nearest table, and led her to a settee. “What happened, Tricia?” he asked as he sat down, pulling her with him.

“I don’t…that is to say…that’s not what I came for.” She turned toward him then.

She heard him give a short sigh. “Well, it’s what I want to know.”

Swallowing, she shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. Summoning her courage, her tongue darted out to wet her lips. His gaze fell to her lips, his eyes following the trail of her tongue. Pushing all thought aside, she leaned in and placed her lips on his. He didn’t move and for a moment she wondered what to do but then her body took over. Remembering his kiss in the garden, she pulled back slightly and then kissed him again and again, until his lips responded. She barely had time to register his response when he’d pulled her into his lap, her body pressed to his, his hand in her hair as his tongue ravaged her mouth in the most delightful way.

This is what she had wanted. To lose herself in his strength, his passion. It was exciting and comforting all in the same moment.

His other hand slid down her body, cupping her behind. The press of it felt so delightful, she moaned into his lips without intending to.

He gave a growl of response. “What are you doing to me, Tricia?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them closer together. She didn’t want to talk, only to feel. To forget.

He slipped his hand out of her hair and brought it to her cheek. As he did so, his thumb brushed something warm and wet. He pulled back at the same time she realized she was crying.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured then, giving her another very soft kiss. “Tell me.”

It was only then that she managed to tell him the story. Sitting in his lap, wrapped in his embrace. Herman’s words, the looks of the crowd. “I know I deserved it, Ryker,” she choked out. “I knew what I was doing but I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

“I know what you deserve and it wasn’t that.” He wiped her tears again.

“I’ll be better tomorrow,” she whispered. “I always knew I’d be a spinster but it was so much harder than I thought it would be. I’m sorry to bother you like this. I guess I thought…” She trailed off because the words made her sound like a harlot.

“What did you think?” He stilled under her, his thumb no longer stroking her cheek or wiping her tears.

“I thought…” She was glad for the dim light, it hid her blush. “That being near you would make me feel better. And that if I were to be ruined anyhow…” She gulped as she went to say the next words. “I may as well actually be ruined.”

She heard him suck in his breath and for a moment there was no sound at all. Then, without warning he let out a choked laugh that startled her near to death. She made to scramble off his lap but his laughter abruptly ended and he pulled her back down against him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“Then why did you,” she huffed.

His thumb came to her cheek again, his palm cradling her head. “It’s just that every other lady I’ve ever been acquainted with would have used this meeting, and our prior ones, to ensure her own future by demanding we wed.” He paused to give her a small kiss. “Had that even occurred to you?”

A blush again rose in her cheeks. Not only was she a wanton woman, apparently she was a dimwitted one at that. “Should it have?”

“I’m glad it didn’t,” he whispered. “It’s the very reason we will, in fact, be wed. Even though you are heaps of trouble. Sneaking out, causing scandals at balls.” Then he kissed her again, a deep, hard kiss that left her mind spinning. She barely processed his words as they pressed together. But slowly, they cut through the haze that seemed to penetrate her thoughts whenever he touched her.

“Married?” she whispered then, pulling back. “You want to marry me?”

He quirked a brow as he gave her lopsided grin. My lord, he made a woman breathless like that. “I do.”

She blinked several times. “But you don’t want to get married. You said so the first night I met you.”

“Marriage is required of me.” His hand trailed up her back in a slow, light caress. And while the touch spoke of affection, the words left her rather cold. “And while I intended to wait, I doubt I will find another woman quite like you.”

Well that warmed her. It was a declaration of affection at the very least.

But he wasn’t finished. “And our match could be mutually beneficial.”

“How so?” she asked as his lips brushed hers once more. Which wasn’t entirely fair. How was she to make a wise decision with him touching her like this?

“I require an heir. You would like to do charity work. If you might agree to helping me fulfill my ducal obligations, I’ll aid you in your societal ones.”

“How many?” She pulled away then wanting to see his face. His words made complete sense but her heart wanted something more. She had been content not to marry, but here in his arms it sounded better and better. Though not if it was only an arrangement of convenience for him. Somehow that seemed worse than being a fallen spinster.

“Orphanages? As many as you desire.” He searched her face, still holding her close. His words did ease her sudden fears. At least, if she agreed to this, she’d still be able to help society. Because part of her wanted to say yes. Desperately wanted to say yes.

“Children,” she corrected. His offer was so sterile, despite their current seating arrangement, that she felt the need to clarify. What if, after one child, they became a business partnership? The idea filled her with absolute dread.

But there was nothing sterile about his gaze as he answered her. It was hot and wanton and it made her fears ease considerably. “Also as many as you desire. Though I must insist on two at least.”

Before she could answer, a banging noise erupted from the foyer. It startled Tricia so that she nearly jumped from his lap. But he held her tight. “Someone is knocking on the door.”

“At this hour?” she asked incredulously. She wondered whom it might be but it didn’t take long before she had her answer.

“Open up, Landon,” Luke’s voice called clearly through the door. “I know she is in there.”

“Oh no,” Tricia gasped. Apparently today she couldn’t get away with anything.

“Oh yes,” Ryker winked at her. Then he called out, “Let him in.”

Chapter Eight

Ryker waited for Luke to enter. As Tricia tried once again to climb off his lap, he held her firm. She hadn’t answered yet. But she’d marry him, he was certain of it.

And not just because he was used to getting his way. Sussex would force the issue, and if he didn’t, someone else in her family would. If they didn’t, he would force it himself. He needed her, loved her and all her sweet troublesome ways. He’d liked his life orderly, but now, he couldn’t go back. All the warmth she brought was too tempting indeed. It was like air, or water. There was no living without it.

His butler showed Luke in and for the first time since Ryker had met him, he did not have that devil-may-care look on his face. Quite to the contrary, he looked rather serious and spitting mad.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here at this time of night?” Luke’s voice was a good deal louder than he’d expected. He was sure half the servants had heard it.

“Quiet,” Ryker replied casually. “We don’t want to tarnish her reputation in front of her future staff.”

Luke tried to say several words but none came out as his eyes grew rounder and more wild with every second. “You…she…what the devil…it’s…bloody hell,” he finally spit out. “Did you ask her then?”

“I did,” Ryker answered. “But you rather rudely interrupted before she had the opportunity to answer.”

Luke gave them an incredulous glare. “Answer the man, Tricia. Let’s have this business done then.”

Tricia frowned slightly. “I object to this being referred to as business. Is your marriage a business?”

Ryker cleared his throat. While his reasons had been sound, perhaps a list of benefits hadn’t been the best choice in a proposal. While she had been speaking to Luke, he couldn’t help but notice she still hadn’t answered. “It isn’t business, love.” His hand reached up to caress her cheek. “I only mentioned the orphanages and my support of them so that you knew I didn’t expect you to give up your other dreams. It would be my pleasure if you would agree to be my wife.”

He watched her eyes go from wary to glowing, the curve of her cheek as she grinned at him touchably soft. He longed to kiss her again. Even more so when she answered. “In that case, I accept.”

“Good,” Luke interrupted running his hands through his hair. “I’ve only just realized that I hope the baby Clarissa carries is not a girl.”

Tricia pressed her lips together and Ryker knew she was trying not to giggle. “You don’t mean that. Doesn’t a little Tabbie sound wonderful?”

“Your sister is a menace,” Luke grunted. “I love her, but there is no denying that woman anything. I thought you were more sensible but…” He gestured to her perched on Ryker’s lap.

“How did your secret meeting go?” she asked, clearly ignoring her brother-in-law’s comment.

Luke glared at her again. “How did you know about that? And you’re changing the subject.”

“It went very well.” Ryker squeezed her a little tighter. Sometimes, she was too smart for her own good. “But please don’t change the subject, we’re talking about your dangerous nocturnal habits.” Ryker couldn’t blame Luke for being upset. Tricia had to stop roaming around the streets of London at night, it simply wasn’t safe.

She made a pishing noise. “You ought to tell me more. Tabbie too. We could help you.”

“Not in this,” Ryker answered even as Luke opened his mouth to speak as well.

Luke closed his and gave Ryker a nod of approval. “It’s time to go, Tricia. I don’t like leaving your sister unattended.”

She let out a sigh, “All that sneaking around and I’ve only been here a few minutes.”

Ryker suppressed a rumble of laughter. Lord, this woman was entertaining. He gave her a little squeeze as he realized he’d laughed more in the last two days than he had the past two years. And she was going to be his.

Though he had a feeling that he would end up exactly like his future brother-in-law. Completely smitten and unable to deny Tricia a thing. Much as he’d told himself this would be a business transaction, he was losing his heart to this sweet beautiful woman. “Luke is right. You need your rest.”

Her lips turned down into a frown, but she slowly rose from his lap and he followed suit. Walking them both to the door, he watched as Luke helped her into his waiting carriage. Part of him wanted to snatch her back and snuggle her up against himself again. Take her to his bed and keep her there for a week or a month or more.

Soon enough, he told himself. Tomorrow he’d get a special license. He’d have the banns posted and they’d marry in two weeks. That should give him enough time to clear up the issue of the theft even if he hadn’t tracked down all of the Prince Regent’s missing jewels.

Mr. Hart would begin discreetly following his solicitor to attempt to gain evidence.

He rubbed his hands over his face. Perhaps he should fill Tricia in on the details of his investigation. While he risked her getting more involved than she already had, he might be able to scare her into staying safely tucked in her home.

But even as he thought it, he dismissed it. This was the woman who had gone to the docklands in the middle of the night unchaperoned. She’d never exercise the proper amount of caution.

No, it was far better to keep her out of it and ignorant to the details. That would keep her safe.

* * *

Tricia woke late the next morning, having slept exceedingly well for the first time in days. Stretching, she rose from the bed and began scrubbing her face. Tabbie was surely waiting for her so they could go back to visit with her father.

Making her way downstairs, she entered the breakfast room to find both Tabbie and Luke still there. Smiling, she helped herself to a pasty and a cup of tea.

“Do you mind if we stop at the bakery on the way?” Her sister gave her a smile. “I am absolutely craving one of their meat pasties.”

“Of course,” Tricia gave her sister an indulgent smile. They were sitting eating a meal but a pregnant woman was allowed such indulgences and the pasties were excellent.

“We’re lucky to have such a fantastic shop so close,” Luke winked. “Though, it means that we often meet some of London’s finest.”

A niggle of doubt shivered down Tricia’s spine after the events of the evening before. But, she would hold her head high. The engagement would be announced soon enough and then the whispers would be far less obvious.

With that in mind, she tilted her chin up as she and Tabbie made their way into the bakery.

A quick sweep of the room told her she had little to fear. She didn’t recognize any of her peers. The shop was quiet except for two men sitting in the corner. Though their clothes spoke of affluence, their heads were bent together deep in conversation as though they were conspiring.

Tabbie and Tricia took a seat, ordering tea and pasties to be wrapped for later.

“We won’t stay long,” Tabbie gave her a smile. “I’m anxious to see father.”

“As am I,” Tricia nodded. She nearly added that she was also eager to leave society’s eye but then one of the men in the corner caught her notice. Well-dressed, he was round about the middle in a most familiar way. It only took a second before she realized he was the man she’d seen in the docklands the night she’d met Ryker.

Her mouth went dry and her eyes rounded when another caught her notice. Mr. Hart, Ryker’s detective, walked into the shop. He didn’t look at the other man, nor did he make eye contact with her. Instead, he took a seat with his back to all of them. She noted, however, that he was close enough to overhear anything that might be said.

She nearly spoke to him but a quick jerk of his head made her jaw snap closed. As calmly as she could, she took a sip of her tea.

“Tricia,” Tabbie whispered, clearly sensing something was amiss.

Tricia had a moment where she considered telling her sister everything. They could follow the portly fellow and help Ryker. But Mr. Hart clearly had it under control and her father needed them both. They’d already spent too much time away from him. “I’m just feeling a bit faint. I must have overset myself last night.”

Tabbie’s eyes narrowed. They were not women to be overset.

But their pasties arrived, neatly packaged, and so Tabbie stood, readying to leave. Tricia followed suit and the two headed toward the door. Tricia, for one, would be glad to leave this place. She’d explain everything once they were in the safety of Tabbie’s carriage.

“Lady Sussex,” the portly man called from his chair, rising to greet them.

Tricia’s heart thumped in her chest as she tapped her sister several times on the back to alert her to the danger. She felt Tabbie start but her voice was calm as she answered, “Yes.”

“I hope you’ll forgive my forwardness,” he gave her an easy smile. “But your husband and I are well-acquainted.”

“And you are?” Tabbie’s voice snapped with an authority that she rarely used but Tricia was impressed by.

“Mr. Stanley Winters, my lady. I am a solicitor by trade and work for several clients you would be acquainted with, including the Duke of Landon.”

If he meant that to soothe them, it had the opposite effect. Tricia immediately understood that he was behind the thefts. She’d seen him that night, he had access to Ryker’s personal papers. She touched her sister’s back again, wanting her to know the danger was still there.

“Mr. Winters, you will have to forgive us. We are late for a pressing appointment. But if you need something from my husband, I suggest you reach out to our solicitor. I’m sure you already have the particulars.”

He gave a nod even as he frowned and Tabbie turned, grabbing Tricia’s arm and leading her out of the shop.

Tricia’s heart was hammering in her chest as they stepped out onto the cobblestone street. The blasted carriage had yet to loop back for them and they stood, alone.

For a wild second, Tricia craned her neck looking for it when the bell to the shop’s door rang signaling that someone was entering or leaving. As she made to look back, something hard pressed into her back.

Mr. Winters stepped into their view. “You’ll have to forgive my associates’ rudeness,” he said, his voice still butter soft. Tricia glanced back to see the two other men from the shop just behind them. “But our business with your husband is rather urgent. You ladies will have to come with us.”

Tabbie opened her mouth to speak, but Mr. Winters made a tutting noise. “Quietly, now. What you feel in your backs it the barrel of a pistol. We wouldn’t want to hurt either of you ladies or your precious bundle.” He flicked his wrist toward Tabbie’s belly. He’d noticed the pregnancy.

Tricia felt fear trickling down her spine as she grasped Tabbie’s hand. Pressure at her back had them moving forward as another carriage rumbled to a stop in front of them.

Without another word, Mr. Winters climbed in the carriage and then the two men behind them pressed the pistols harder until both Tabbie and Tricia followed him in.

One of the armed assailants came just behind them, and Tricia could only assume the other was seated with the driver. Just as carriage began rolling, she spotted Mr. Hart. He gave her another nod and she knew he knew what was happening.

Relief almost made her limp. They just had to stay alive long enough to be rescued.

Tabbie cleared her throat. Tricia looked over to find her sister nonchalantly assessing Mr. Winters. As though they were out walking about the park rather than being held at gunpoint, her sister quirked a brow. “So, Mr. Winters. Tell me about this pressing business.”

He gave her an appreciative smile. “I do enjoy a woman who does not fuss and cry. So much more becoming in my opinion.” He winked at them both. “Your husband and some of his associates inserted themselves into business where they didn’t belong last night.”

“I see,” Tabbie gave her the tiniest glance. Tricia’s own heart hammered in her chest. They hadn’t mentioned Ryker at all.

“We’d like to remind him to stay out of our affairs. Hopefully your visit with us does just that.” Mr. Winters gave them another benign smile that Tricia was certain hid a black heart. It made her feel even less secure than she had moments ago.

“My husband is a reasonable man. I am sure if you simply talked with him—”

“No, Lady Sussex, that will not suffice. Now, who was the other gentleman you were at the ball with last night?”

Tricia swallowed.

Tabbie’s brow crinkled as though confused. “Lord Wimbley?”

“Wimbley?” Winters sat forward then. “Never heard of him. Are you certain that was his name?”

“Quite,” Tabbie replied.

“You danced with him.” Winters turned his gaze to Tricia and her blood froze in her veins. How did he know all of this?

“I did.” Her voice was surprisingly calm. She might have patted herself on the back if it wouldn’t have been strange.

“Well, tell us about him.”

“It was only for part of a set. I grew overset and had to step off the dance floor.” She made herself meet his gaze with a steady glance.

“What title does Wimbley hold?” he asked leaning even closer.

“Earl of Wimbley.” She blinked as though it were obvious. But her insides fluttered at the lie.

“The daughters of a duke would know there is no such man.” His smile turned cold, curling his face into hard, frightening lines.

“My husband has no reason to lie,” Tabbie’s voice was softer than it had been before and Tricia suppressed a shiver. If Tabbie was afraid then they truly were in trouble.

“Oh my dear, you both have plenty of reasons to lie. What I don’t understand is why your husband would get involved in something that had nothing to do with him. If I were to hazard a guess, however, I would say that your Lord Wimbley has everything to do with it. Before we’re done, I am sure you will answer all of my questions.”

The carriage rumbled to a stop and the armed man stepped out first, gesturing for Tricia and Tabbie to follow. As soon as she exited the carriage, she recognized her surrounding, though they looked even dingier by day than they had looked at night. They were in the docklands.

Now Tricia knew she should be afraid. Very afraid.

Chapter Nine

Ryker had procured the license with relative ease and returned home. It would be some time before he would hear from Mr. Hart so he settled himself behind his desk, hoping to accomplish some other much-needed tasks he’d been neglecting of late.

But a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts almost immediately.

“Come in,” he called, surprised by the interruption.

The door opened, and his butler stepped in. “A message, Your Grace. It’s from a boy but he claims he was sent by your detective.”

Ryker gestured the man forward and his butler presented him a tray with a folded note, unsealed. “This is the message?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

He picked it up and unfolded the paper. Mr. Hart’s handwriting scribbled across the paper but the words made his blood run cold. For a split second, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Winters had taken Tricia. But then his mind began working again. If one hair on her gorgeous head were harmed, he’d gut Winters and feed his entrails to the hogs.

“Is the boy still here?” His tone came out sharper than he intended as he stood. His butler took a half step back before composing himself.

“Yes, Your Grace. He waits in the entry. He was told he would receive payment.”

Ryker grabbed his quill, and scribbled another note at the bottom of Mr. Hart’s. “Bring this to the Earl of Sussex at once. No delays.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” And then the man turned and was gone.

Ryker moved swiftly to the entry where a boy of thirteen or fourteen stood in the center, staring at the ornamented ceiling above. Ryker took a deep breath, attempting to regain control of his emotions. He didn’t want to frighten the lad, he needed him now. “What’s your name?”

The boy started and, folding his hands behind his back, answered. “Ollie, me lord.”

Ryker didn’t correct him. “What did the man who gave you that note look like?”

Ollie described Mr. Hart perfectly. Ryker’s shoulders drooped. He’d held out hope that it was all a ruse or perhaps a trap where someone claimed to have Tricia when she was actually safe at home. “That’s a good lad. Where exactly did he give it to you?”

“Down over by the Billingsgate Dock, sir.”

“Did he say anything else?” Ryker fished several coins from his pocket.

“Just that I should hurry, sir. And I did. I ran all the way here.”

Ryker nodded and he handed the boy several guineas as his eyes grew round with wonder. Then he clapped the boy on the shoulder. “We’ll get you down to the kitchen for a meal, too. You come back next week, and I’ll find you a job if you’re interested, Ollie.”

The boy gave an eager nod and Ryker called for his butler as he returned to his desk. He wanted to tear his study apart. Even more, he wished to jump on a horse and chase after her, but he needed to be smart. Much as it pained him to do so, he penned a note to Coventry.

He didn’t know the best place to send it but Luke would and they might need the help Coventry could provide.

Then he penned another, this one longer. As quickly as he could, he outlined what he had learned about the thefts, the marquess, and his own solicitor through his investigation. Then he addressed it to his sovereign leader and called his butler in to see it delivered and to have two horses saddled.

The note was a precaution in case he didn’t make it back from this rescue mission. He wanted to know the marquess would be brought to justice.

He had just finished and barely a quarter hour had passed when Luke barged into his study. “I’ll tear them apart with my bare hands.” No trace of the easygoing rake remained. Before him stood a man harder than any he had ever met.

It didn’t bear repeating, though he felt the same as he thrust the note to Coventry at Luke to read. With a nod, Luke scribbled the address across the top. His butler, always a man with impeccable timing, entered just in time to retrieve it. He handed both letters to the man. “I’ll send them at once, Your Grace.”

“Let’s go.” Luke turned on his heel and began marching out the door.

Ryker followed, noting the several pistols strapped to Luke’s body. He’d holstered his two favorites as well.

“If you were thinking that we might wait until we had more men, I’ll go alone,” Luke warned.

“I wasn’t.” Ryker stepped in front of Luke leading the way to the back door and the barn beyond. “I took the liberty of having two of my horses saddled for us.”

“You’re going to have to keep your head,” Luke growled. “I don’t know that I can keep mine.”

“I’ll try my best.” Ryker’s chest tightened again. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to ride and then he wanted to hurt people.

But the thoughts wouldn’t stop. He’d only just found her. And though he’d tried to tell himself she was a sound decision, the truth was, it was so much more than that. She’d drawn him in from the second he’d laid eyes on her. Tricia made him laugh, caused him to ache with longing. Bloody hell, he was in love with her and he hadn’t even told her. Why hadn’t he shared that with her?

And now, someone was trying to take her away. As he climbed in the saddle, a low growl rumbled deep from in his chest. Winters had no idea what fury was coming for him.

The two men set out, tearing through the streets of London.

While they made it to the docklands with amazing speed, it seemed to take an eternity.

Approaching the Billingsgate dock, the two men dismounted and found a post to hitch their horses.

Mr. Hart materialized from the shadows. “You’ve made it in good time.” His eyes swept over the two of them. “But I wish you’d brought more men.”

“More are coming,” Luke’s voice vibrated with anger. “How many men do we have to face?”

“I’ve seen six.” Mr. Hart gestured toward one of the warehouses lining the street. “They’ve brought them there.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hart.” Ryker said. “I wonder if we might take the six without too much trouble.”

Mr. Hart grimaced. “My fear is there are more I haven’t seen. I am peeking through windows, but I can confirm both ladies are safe.”

Ryker breathed a small sigh but Luke took two steps forward. “Let’s get them now before…”

“Sussex,” Ryker grabbed his arm to stop him. “You told me to keep my head. I am telling you that we put them at risk if we barge in there without enough men. It gives the assailants too much time to hurt them or leave with them if we can’t subdue them quickly.”

“Damn it all to bloody hell,” Luke growled out. “That’s my wife and my child.”

“I know.” Ryker rested his hand on the other man’s shoulder. He gave it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. “We’ll get them out.”

They began searching the outside, noting the entrances, peeking through the windows. It calmed Ryker further when he spotted Tricia and Tabbie sitting on a bench side by side in the large open room of what looked to be an abandoned factory, their hands clasped. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see any more as he ducked down to avoid being spotted by one of the armed guards.

But she was there, and she was safe. Everything would be fine, he was sure of it.

He heard the sound of several horses coming down the street, and Ryker froze, hiding himself from view. He’d only counted six men as well, but if these were reinforcements for Winters then he and Luke had a much more difficult job.

But a quick glance had him sighing in relief. It was Coventry with three other men. “I came as quickly as I could.” He jumped down from his horse with a sprightliness Ryker wouldn’t have expected.

“And you’ve brought reinforcements,” Luke replied, pulling the horses down the block where they weren’t likely to be noticed.

As the men slipped into the shadows, Ryker began whispering a plan. They were going to get their women back. Sussex would have his wife and child home where they belonged, and he would have his chance to tell Trish that he loved her.

Chapter Ten

Tricia held her sister’s hand. Mr. Winters, the driver, the two armed men, and two more stood in a semi-circle facing them. Dear Lord, how were they ever going to get out of this?

“I’m sorry I wanted a pasty,” Tabbie murmured, her voice oddly rough with emotion.

Tricia looked at her sister. “This is not your fault.”

Tabbie nodded, but Tricia could see a tear slipping down her sister’s cheek.

Her sister was pregnant and emotional. With a breath, Tricia realized it was her turn to be strong. She turned to Mr. Winters, “May I ask a question?”

He looked slightly surprised and it gave Tricia a moment’s satisfaction to have caught him off guard. “I suppose.”

“Did you know that we’d be at that shop?”

“Happy coincidence,” he shrugged. “And to be fair, I don’t really care about you at all. It’s her that I needed. But you might have a few tidbits of information.”

Tricia started in surprise. He didn’t seem to understand that she was a much larger part of this than Tabbie. What else didn’t he know?

“Now, let’s continue talking about Wimbley. Who is he really?”

Tricia sat in silence and Tabbie followed suit.

“Tut tut now, ladies, silence will not do.” He gestured toward another man who promptly pulled a long knife from his belt.

“We’ve already told you,” Tricia held up her free hand. “He is the Earl of Wimbley. Lord Sussex knows him from his gentlemen’s club.”

Mr. Winters stepped closer, the man with the knife following. He was the rough type with hard eyes and hands like anvils. But then her attention was drawn back to Winters again. “And you expect me to believe that he encouraged a man you’d never met to escort your sister to a formal event?”

“Oh but we did meet him,” Tricia cried. “In the very same shop we met you this morning. It’s the toast of London.”

That last comment may have been a bit too much, Tricia thought, but didn’t say more.

“They don’t know anything,” another man griped. “Stupid women.”

Actually they were smart enough to know when not to correct a man. “You sent word to the marquess?” Winters returned.

“Aye. But ye better hope he thinks this is a good plan and not a foolish one. It’s a dangerous path you’ve started down.”

“He will,” Winters huffed even as the sound of several horses outside penetrated the quiet within. “See,” Winters gestured toward the door. “There he is now. We’ll use them as a carrot to make sure Sussex—”

“That’s strange,” another called who had gone to the nearest window. “I don’t see him or anyone else.”

“No matter. He’ll come soon.” Winters waved the other man’s comment away but a second joined the first at the window.

“Where’d they go?” he asked peering out the window.

“We’re at the docks. People come and go all the time,” Winters huffed.

“Not now. The river is low.” A third began moving toward another window.

Winters was about to reply when the door was flung open. In the span of a second, all hell broke loose.

Six men at least came crashing through the door and began firing weapons. Tricia covered her mouth so as not to scream when a hand gripped her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Ryker’s voice made her wrench her head around and there he stood. She would have cried with relief and happiness but he was already hauling her to her feet and then she pulled Tabbie up too.

“Don’t look back,” he yelled over the noise as he ushered them through a large space in the back of the warehouse, through a back door, and into an alley. She clutched his hand with all her energy, wanting to be close to him now.

But Ryker didn’t stop. He continued to a street and down another alley and out to another street.

“Luke,” Tabbie cried as it became clear they would not stop and wait.

“He knows where to meet us.” Ryker began pulling them again.

Tabbie stopped a second time. “What if he’s hurt? What if—”

Ryker gently started them moving again. “He is a strong man. Right now, we have to think about you and your baby.”

Tricia felt her heart swell with tears and, quite honestly, joy. She was worried for Luke, of course, but her sister was safe as well as the baby, and Ryker was being painfully gentle with her sister. She was going to marry a good man. “Don’t worry, Tabbie,” she soothed. “Luke is…very manly. Just think of all the scrapes he’s likely gotten himself out of.”

“A family trait?” Ryker gave them a small grin as he kept pulling them until they’d reached the alley where Tricia had first met Ryker.

She huffed even as she snuggled her face into his shoulder. “Tease,” she admonished as he wrapped an arm around her. He still held Tabbie’s hand too and Tricia didn’t know if he was still comforting her or making sure that she didn’t go racing back to the warehouse.

“Troublemaker,” he gave a soft laugh into her hair. “I am so glad you’re all right.”

“Me too,” she looked up at him then. “But I would like you to know, this had nothing to do with me. Winters didn’t know my connection to you or that you were involved.”

“Luke,” Ryker drew in a sharp breath.

“Yes,” Tabbie nodded her head as tears spilled over her cheeks. “Somehow, they knew Luke and another man were at the ball.”

“They were questioning us on who Wimbley is,” Tricia added.

Ryker pursed his lips. “We should have known that even in costume, Sussex would be recognized. He’s too well known.”

But they stopped as the sound of tapping shoes came down the street. Tucking Tricia and Tabbie behind him with their backs to a wall, Ryker pulled out both his pistols. But it was Luke who entered the alley and Tabbie pushed past Ryker to race to her husband.

He caught her up in his arms as the two embraced. Ryker took the opportunity to spin around and catch her up in his arms.

Happiness and relief washed through her as he held her close, their bodies pressed together, his lips finding hers.

“I knew you’d come,” she finally murmured between kisses.

He smiled against her lips. “I’m glad you have such faith in me.”

“That and I saw Mr. Hart.” She pulled back a little to give him a teasing grin.

“That certainly did help.” He kissed her again long and slow.

She nearly forgot what she wanted to say but when he finally lifted his head she blinked her thoughts back into focus. “But you would have come anyhow, I know you would have. You’re always there when I need you. It’s one of the reasons I love you.” She couldn’t hold back the words, her feelings overwhelming her in this moment.

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “More than I ever thought possible.” Than he kissed a trail across her jaw to nibble on her ear. “Let’s get you to your father’s side. Then I will deal with Mr. Winters.”

Hope and love filled her even when she thought of her father. Ryker was filling her with an optimism she hadn’t felt in months. He was the right man for her. She gave a nod and together they walked back to Luke and Tabbie.

It took longer than Tricia would have liked to return home. They had to find a hack for hire. The driver was smart enough not to ask why Ryker and Luke insisted upon riding on either side of the carriage. But Tricia could hear them talking to one another, at least enough to know that Coventry had taken the kidnappers who had survived and brought them to the Bow Street Runners for questioning.

Ryker would return to assist in the interrogation himself, while Luke was to remain with the women.

She also caught something about a late supper but couldn’t make out the details. Tabbie was leaning against her shoulder and blocking one ear with her coif of hair.

“Are you all right?” she asked her sister.

“Fine, but I feel a bit worn out,” Tabbie replied, closing her eyes.

Tricia wrapped her arm around her sister’s shoulders. It was still early in Tabbie’s pregnancy and Tricia felt a niggle of fear. “I know you are worried about Father, but you are to rest this afternoon. The baby has to come first.”

“I agree,” Tabbie’s voice sounded strained. “You’ve done a marvelous job of holding up under all this, Tricia. You’ve grown so much. I’m proud of you.”

Tears pricked at Tricia’s eyes. Tabbie was one of the strongest people she knew. It was high praise. “Thank you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms about her sister.

As they pulled through the gate of her London home, Tricia saw the front door open as first the butler and then her mother and brother stepped out to greet them.

Ryker dismounted to help her out of the carriage and she saw her mother’s eyes flit over him. As Tricia stepped down, her mother gave her a glowing smile. “You’ve finally made it. I have wonderful news.”

Tricia would have to explain to her mother why they were late though it wasn’t a task she looked forward to. She was rather taken aback at her mother’s informal tone and words in front of a stranger. While Ryker was familiar to her, her mother had yet to meet him. Whatever she was about to say, it must be quite important. “What news?”

“Your father is up and about,” she announced as Luke helped Tabbie down.

“How fantastic!” Tabbie exclaimed as she leaned into Luke.

“Let’s move inside to discuss it further,” she declared as she glanced at her sister again. “Do you have time to join us, Your Grace?”

Her mother’s backbone straightened at the address.

“Just a moment, if your mother would permit it.” He gave her mother a gentle smile before he winked at Tricia

“Of course, Your Grace.” Her mother said as she gave a slight courtesy, her duchess façade was now firmly in place.

“Mother, may I introduce the Duke of Landon.” Tricia’s insides fluttered. Though Luke had already consented to the match on her father’s behalf, her mother’s opinion surely mattered.

“Charmed,” she bowed her head and then gestured for everyone to follow them inside.

They made themselves comfortable in the front sitting room, as Tricia leaned over to Luke. “Tabbie needs to lie down as soon as possible.”

With a terse nod, he helped his wife into a chair.

As Tricia sat upon a settee, Ryker joined her. Her mother’s eyes were fixed upon them. “It is a pity you can’t stay, Your Grace.” Her mother gave him a warm smile. “Tonight we will have a bit of a celebratory dinner.”

Ryker gave her a nod. “I’ve pressing business this afternoon, but with your permission, I would be honored to return.”

Her mother’s eyes lit with approval. “We would be delighted to have you.”

Ryker rose then. “It is settled then. I will see you all this evening.” And then he leaned over to kiss her hand before exiting the salon.

The moment he was gone her mother stood. “Why have I not heard about His Grace?”

Tricia swallowed. “We only met a few days ago, Mother, while getting pasties for Tabbie.” She cleared her throat as discreetly as she could. “And of course, he attended the ball last evening.”

“Has he made his intention to court you known?” Her mother’s brows raised.

It was Luke who answered. “Actually, he’s asked my permission for Tricia’s hand. He does not participate often in society and does not—”

“Did you accept?” her mother interrupted, her hands clasped in front of her.

“I did, Your Grace,” Luke answered, his own posture tensing.

“Excellent news,” her mother replied and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I always knew you’d marry well, my sweet Tricia.”

“What about me,” Tabbie grumped from her chair. “You didn’t think I’d marry well?”

“Darling, don’t be silly. I mean, I worried a little. Your insistence on hiding behind potted plants was concerning and then, of course, the sharpness of your tongue.” Her mother took a breath to continue but Tricia cut her off.

“Mother, the ball last night overtaxed Tabbie. She needs to rest.” Tricia stood. “Luke, why don’t you escort her upstairs to lie down? I’ll see that a tray of food gets brought up.”

Tabbie looked at her gratefully and Tricia realized, that somewhere along the way, she had stopped looking to Tabbie for answers and had begun to protect her sister as Tabbie had always done for her. And now she was to marry, start a family of her own, and do the work she’d always wanted to do. Her father was better, Fenton safely returned and tucked into a hospital. Ryker had brought more joy to her life then she had ever imagined possible.

Chapter Eleven

Ryker returned home to change before he made his way to Tabbie’s family home. It would be important to make a good impression this evening.

The day had gone far better than he’d ever expected. While he questioned his former solicitor, the Prince Regent had taken it upon himself to capture the marquess for his crimes. Ryker still wasn’t sure how he’d been able to act so quickly. But he’d find out. He had an audience with his liege first thing in the morning to discuss the details, but tonight, he would turn his attention exclusively to his bride-to-be.

The family had already assembled in the salon before dinner, and he knew the moment he entered that the mood was jolly.

Tricia rose as he was announced, her smile glowing.

Luke gave him a nod and a wink that told him his new friend had made all the arrangements with the duchess.

Taking Tricia’s hand he tucked it into his elbow. “Thank you for having me.”

The duchess gave him a nod. “As family, you are welcome anytime.”

“Most kind,” he returned. “If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know. I know His Grace has been ill. Is there work I can perhaps help with?” He’d be lying if he didn’t say there was an added bonus to offering his help. Nearly unlimited access to Tricia. Except, of course, the nights. He was going to have to figure something else out. Because two weeks until their wedding seemed like a dreadfully long time.

The duchess blinked, but then she smiled. “How wonderful. We’d like that very much.”

“I’ve a meeting first thing in the morning but then I will begin. Perhaps Teddie would like to join me? It’s a terrible bore but important nonetheless.”

Teddie nodded eagerly as Luke slapped the young man on the back. They would become his family in a way he’d never had before.

The rest of the evening passed in contented bliss. He enjoyed Tricia’s mother and brother as much as he did Luke and Tabbie.

But as it grew late, Ryker glanced at Tricia. He didn’t want to leave her. A wild plan to attempt to sneak into a duke’s home was forming in his mind when Tabbie interrupted the conversation.

“Mother, would you mind terribly if Tricia stayed with us again this evening? Unless you need her help with Father?” Tabbie leaned back in her chair. “She has been such a help and I have been feeling dreadful the past few days.”

“Tabbie, we shouldn’t discuss such things,” her mother waved her hand. “But of course your sister can stay with you.”

Tricia looked mildly confused but Luke gave him a wink. Ryker did not raise his eyebrows though his curiosity had been piqued.

A valise was packed for Tricia and then both carriages were brought to the front of the house. Tricia climbed in with her sister and brother-in-law and Ryker waved goodbye.

As his carriage began rumbling down the cobbled streets he was contemplating whether he’d have to wait outside Luke and Tabbie’s home to make sure that Tricia did not attempt to sneak to his. Though if she did, a wolfish smile turned up the corners of his lips, he’d simply have to make sure he gave her a proper escort.

But all at once, his carriage came to a halt.

He peered out the window to see what was happening when the door snapped open. Ryker grabbed at the pistol on his waist but it was only Luke’s grinning face. “Don’t shoot,” he held up his hands.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbled as he stashed the pistol away. “What do you want, scaring me like that?”

But instead of answering, he stepped aside and handed Tricia up into the carriage. “I thought after today you two would need some time together, as much as Tabbie and I did.”

Tricia gave him a glowing smile. “If you think I am bad, you should see the schemes these two come up with.”

Ryker was too happy to answer and then Luke was gone, snapping the door closed as Tricia launched herself into his arms. He held her tightly as he kissed every inch of her face and then devoured her lips.

“How did they get my driver to stop?” Ryker asked between kisses.

“Who knows,” she replied with a smile. “I’m just glad to be here.”

He kissed her again, long and slow. “Excellent point.”

Threading her arms around his neck, she twined her fingers in his hair. “What shall we do with all this time?”

He chuckled. “I think some rest is in order after the day you’ve had.” He kissed her again. “I’ll have to tuck you into my bed straight away.”

He felt her tense for just a moment before she relaxed again. “That sounds lovely.”

Easing back from her a bit, he kept her on his lap, kept his arms firmly around her. “We can wait to be intimate, I simply want you next to me where I know you are safe. Where I can hold you in my arms.”

Her breath caught then, and she gave him another glowing smile. “That is…” The words caught in her throat for a moment. “So thoughtful.” She kissed him again. “But I want to be with you.”

He smiled against her lips before his kisses began in earnest again.

“But I should warn you,” she said pulling back a little. “You might have to hire a new staff.”

He chuckled, “They will be discreet.”

She hardly noticed when the carriage rolled to a stop nor could she have found her way to his bedchamber again. She had no idea if any of the staff saw them because, as he carried her in his arms, he continued his onslaught of kisses.

She did hear the door bang into its frame but it barely registered as it clicked closed again. The next moment, she was under him, a soft feather mattress cushioning her body as his weight pressed into her. It was divine.

She was aware at how deftly he undid the tiny buttons on her bodice, how easily he maneuvered the strings on her corset. “You’ve done this before,” she managed to say as she tugged at his cravat without much success.

His lips slowed then as he leaned back and cupped her face with his hands. “I must confess, in my youth, to indulging a time or two. But I want you to know that this is something different entirely.”

Tricia wondered if she should confess that she didn’t understand. But as his lips nuzzled at her neck, her collarbone, and his hand began to slide up her body, to remove her shift, she forgot the question.

Just before taking the garment off, he stood and stripped all but his breeches off. The sight of his lean, muscular torso nearly undid her, but she blinked several times, trying to focus.

“What makes this different?” she finally blurted out.

But she almost instantly regretted it, because rather than pressing against her again, he sat down next to her. “My feelings for you,” he said as he reached to caress her arm, her shoulder. “They make me far more concerned about giving you pleasure than receiving my own.”

“Oh,” she sat up then, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Show me everything.”

He pulled her tightly against him and the feel of his back against her bare arms was delicious. She wanted to strip the rest of the clothing between them and feel every inch of his skin.

“It’s going to take a while to show you everything.” He gave a low guttural groan from deep in his throat. “But I think I know where we might start.”

Then he lay her back down and stripped off the last of her clothing. As his lips trailed kisses down her body, the heat and need built inside of her.

He stopped to suck on each of her nipples and she thought she might perish from longing.

As he skimmed his lips down her torso, he massaged her thighs higher and higher until his fingers were desperately close to the most intimate place. She knew that she wanted him to touch her there. And without meaning to, she found herself pressing closer in need.

Finally, he skimmed his fingers along her seam and a moan escaped her lips. Then, he placed a kiss in the same place. Her hips bucked of their own volition and she was lost in her desire.

As he increased the tempo, the pressure, she cried his name as she broke apart, shattering as she dug her hands into his hair.

“Tricia,” he groaned as her waves of pleasure finally subsided.

She wanted to hold him close and so she found herself tugging on his shoulders to bring him back against her chest.

He fumbled with his breeches as he moved back up her body and the moment his chest pressed against hers, the tip of his manhood touched her seam. Rather than be frightened, she found it to be…exciting.

Without realizing what she was doing, she thrust her hips up to feel more of him and found that he slid inside of her. “Tricia,” he gasped this time and she nearly chuckled. He seemed incapable of saying anything else. She managed to hold it in, sure that laughter was not appropriate now.

But she wound her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Doesn’t this feel like the beginning? The start to the rest of our lives?”

“Yes, my love,” he murmured against her lips. “I never realized how much I needed you until you were here.” He thrust inside her and she felt a pinch of pain but he stilled and kissed her over and over. “I’ve been missing so much. You have brought such color and warmth to my life.”

Emotion swept through her at his words. “And you to mine.”

Then he moved again and rather than pain, pleasure radiated through her.

They moved, nearly as one, as pleasure built again. Never had she felt more connected to one person. In her heart, she knew that what she felt for Ryker was forever.

It was with that thought that her passion broke again, and then he groaned, his own release following hers.

As they lay twined in each other’s arms, Tricia knew she’d found exactly where she was meant to be.

Epilogue

Ryker stood before the priest, Luke just to his right, and Teddie beside him. He hadn’t been alone with Tricia since their one night together, but waking up with her curled into his side had felt like the most natural act in the world.

By contrast, having been separated, especially after that unconventional courtship, had been difficult to say the least. But it ended tonight.

His mother had made the journey to London for the occasion and her father was even able to attend the ceremony.

The doors swung open and the organ began to play.

Ryker turned toward the door and caught his breath at the sight of Tricia. Her ivory gown fit her perfectly, molding to her beautiful curves and complimenting her auburn curls.

While a veil shadowed her face from him, his fingers itched to lift it up and look into her beautiful hazel green eyes.

As she and her father slowly approached, Ryker attempted not to fidget. He wanted her hands in his.

“Soon enough,” Luke whispered.

“What is soon enough?” Teddie asked, looking at the two men. The boy had proven an apt student and was as charming as his sisters. Fortunately for the dukedom, he had less of a penchant for trouble.

“When Ryker will have your sister by his side,” Luke whispered.

“Do you love her?” Teddie asked, his face growing pink.

Ryker gave his soon to be brother-in-law a grin. “With all my heart.” He reached behind Luke and gave Teddie a pat on the shoulder.

“Most marriages aren’t for love.” Teddie lifted his chin back up, giving Ryker a questioning glance.

At fifteen, it was natural to wonder about such things. “Each man chooses what is most important for himself. But I can say that your sister is best for both my dukedom and for me personally.”

Teddie nodded. “And you’re the best for her. Even Mama says so. She said Tricia would have stuffed herself in some hovel otherwise.”

“We’ll finish this later,” Luke said as he clapped Teddie on the back.

Tricia came to stand next to him, her father placing her hand into Ryker’s. A warmth spread through Ryker at the touch. This was where Tricia belonged. With him. And he was meant to be next to her.

For just a moment, he leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he softly whispered.

Her fingers squeezed his, and though he couldn’t see them, somehow he knew there were tears in her eyes. “I love you.”

As her father returned to his seat next to her mother, Ryker heard her say, “Unbelievable. Two love matches.”

Tricia suppressed a giggle as her father replied, “Yes, dear. See what happens when you raise your children correctly?”

“I’m going to have to remember that one.” Tricia gave his hands another squeeze.

Ryker took a deep breath. He was sure their children would follow their hearts.

My Duke’s Deception

Wicked Lords of London Book 2

Tammy Andresen

Coming in May of 2018

Theo tipped his glass of whisky back and finished it in a single swallow. His third in as many minutes. Any moment now the burning liquid would begin to numb the fresh wave of loss he’d felt before coming here.

His last lead had gone cold. For the past two years, he’d been searching for his sister. The one person in this godforsaken country that he loved. Or maybe it was just him that had been forsaken. He wasn’t sure.

“I’ll have another,” he waved at a barmaid, who grimaced in response. He wasn’t certain if that meant she wouldn’t serve him or she just disapproved. He hoped it was latter because he needed the forgetful bliss alcohol could provide. The worst part was, he was part of the reason Camille was gone.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured under his breath as the memories replayed in his mind. She’d come to him for help but he’d turned her away. Why had he done that? He knew the reason of course, but it still made no sense to him. He’d been mired in his own difficulties and sure they were more important than whatever Camille was about to say.

The hurt in his sister’s eyes couldn’t be measured and he’d instantly regretted his choice. They always helped each other. He’d allowed his own hurt and anger to cloud his feelings.

His head dropped into his hands as the memories continued to plague him. Where was that whisky? That was the last time he’d seen her, before she’d disappeared. Not six months later, their father had passed away. He’d become the Duke of Pennington but even his title couldn’t help him find her.

In fact, he’d found it a hindrance, particularly in places such as this. So he’d posed as a commoner, to try and gain any information he could. He’d traced her to the docks from a nearby tavern, The Kicking Horse. But that was as far as he’d gotten. He believed her ship had sailed to France but he’d been unable to find anyone who could confirm it and her trail had gone cold.

So he’d returned to the last place that he knew she had been, The Kicking Horse.

By all accounts, she hadn’t been here against her will. In fact, the tavern wench who’d seen her said she’d been with a man and they’d been happy, smiling at one another. It gave him some consolation, though he missed her.

A new serving girl weaved her way through the crowd, her tray unsteady. He assumed she was new, anyhow. She had that look like she was unsure of what was happening around her. Her eyes were wide as her feet stumbled about, trying to avoid patrons.

He felt a pang of sympathy. She was lovely, really, with her dark hair pulled back at the nape and wide blue eyes that seemed to beg for someone to save her. As with all tavern wenches, she showed a fair amount of bosom and while it wasn’t overly large, it appeared exactly right for fitting into a man’s hand.

He shook his head. Christ, he had to slow down on the whisky if he was ogling some poor girl. He blinked to clear his vision but he couldn’t help but look at her again as she stopped just next to him and began to serve drinks to the fellows beside him.

Her back was to him but he grudgingly noted the tininess of her waist and the perfect lines of her neck as silky tresses brushed down it. He gave himself another shake. He’d never been a man to indulge himself in the pleasure of women. He’d kept his dalliances few and far between. Not that he didn’t have his share of female attention. But he found it sordid, distracting him from more meaningful pursuits.

The one time he’d fallen in love, she’d only proven what a distraction affection truly was. Sarah had not only broken his heart, she’d clouded his judgment. He’d never forgive himself.

The serving girl made to leave but one of the men at the table stopped her. “What’s yer rush?” He crassly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. “Ye just got here.”

He could see her trying to push away. “There are a great many customers and I—”

There was no mistaking her accent. It was as refined as her looks. But what would a woman of grace being doing serving in a place like this?

“Don’t ye sound lovely.” The man holding her captive spoke Theo’s thought aloud. “I’ve always wanted a woman like you under me.”

With those words, she jerked away, knocking into the table, as the freshly poured drinks tipped wildly. Theo was up before he could think too much and caught the table, righting it. But the drinks did not recover as well and several spilled, crashing to the floor.

She jumped back as the liquid soaked her, bumping into him. Without thought he wrapped his free hand around her waist. “I’ve got you,” he whispered close to her ear.

She turned back to him then, as those wide blue eyes stared into his, her mouth forming an O. For just a second, he pressed her closer and she felt like nothing he’d ever held before. Then he tucked her behind him.

The men at the table stood. “You idiot,” the man who’d just held her roared. “Yer paying fer those drinks.”

The others grumbled in agreement and Theo let go of the table, standing straighter. “You should have kept your hands to yourself.”

“Stay out of it.” The man stepped closer, waving his finger in Theo’s face. “It’s not your concern.”

“I disagree.” Theo began just as the man swung his fist directly at Theo’s face. He side-stepped the blow. Rather impressive, he thought to himself considering the amount of whisky he’d consumed, and gave the man a quick fist to the gut.

He doubled over even as one his compatriots came at Theo. Readying himself for the fight, he didn’t have a chance. A very large man grabbed him and the would-be assailant by the collars of their shirts. “That’s enough.” His voice boomed, silencing the noise around them. “All of you out.” Then he looked over Theo’s shoulder. “And you are fired. Leave with ‘em.”

He heard a soft gasp that turned into a choking noise from just behind him. She’d been fired. What was worse, they’d all be tossed out on the street together. Theo would have to continue this fight outside or leave her to their whims.

He’d two pistols holstered under his coat, but he’d prefer not to have to use them. So giving the incredibly large innkeeper his best smile, he pulled out several pounds from his waist coat. “We’ll happily leave. Here is money for the damages and another round of drinks for these fine gentleman. The fault was not theirs.”

The innkeeper fisted the coin and nodded to another wench to serve the drinks. Without another thought, Theo reached back and grabbed the woman’s hand, pulling her out of the inn and onto the dark street. Fortunately, his carriage was just outside, his driver being of the highest quality and before she could say a word, he was pushing her into his carriage. Then he climbed in and snapped the door shut.

“Sir,” her strangled protest caught him by surprise. “What do you mean to do with me?”

He blinked several times. “I meant to remove you safely from those hooligans.”

“Fair enough,” she huffed a breath. “But what then?”

* * *

Lady Ella McIntire sat across from this total stranger in his dark carriage and took a calming breath. He didn’t seem to want to hurt her. But what did he want from her? What would happen to her tonight? And if she made it through this, what was to come of her the next night and the night after that and after that?

She had no one in this world. Her father had passed month ago, and finally having run out of pin money, she managed to secure that job, though she wasn’t entirely certain how. But it had been all that stood between her and a workhouse and now it was gone.

“What then? Those men won’t attack you. They won’t…” He let his words trail off. “You were in distress.”

He was right of course. She had no desire to be that man’s or any man’s whore. But honestly, she was running out of options. She had to eat, and it was preferable to do so with some sort of shelter. “That job was all that I had.”

“I see,” he rubbed his eyes, using the heel of his hands. The carriage was dark but she could still tell that all of this troubled him. “You’re not a commoner. How can that be?”

She swallowed. Might as well tell him as much of the truth as she dared. There was little point in hiding it. “My father passed a month ago with substantial debt. I was only able to keep enough from the debtors to support myself for as many weeks. I had only just gotten that job as a means to keep myself fed.”

His hands dropped. “Surely there is something else you could do?”

She shrugged. “I could be a governess or a tutor but they require a recommendation and I have none.”

“I see,” he said again.

Which was his way of not saying anything really, she supposed. A tiredness made her shoulders droop. Tonight everything appeared absolutely hopeless. “What do you mean to do with me?” she asked again.

His hands dropped from his eyes but he said nothing as he stared at her. “I don’t intend to do anything with you.”

Relief made her sink against the seat, but it was momentary. She had no food, no place to go as she had no coin, no one to help her. She cleared her throat then. “You are not in need of any services are you?”

“Services?” his strangled voice filled the carriage.

Oh dear, had he thought she meant something illicit? “A maid or a cook? Do you have children? I could tutor them. I am well-versed in several languages including Latin and French.”

“French?” he repeated with a note of excitement.

“Mais oui, monsieur,” she replied with her best French accent.

“Can you converse in French?” he asked then.

“Of course,” she leaned forward in her seat, excitement filing her for the first time in a month. “Do you know someone in need of tutoring?”

“Oh no, of course not.” He shook his head and then wrapped on the carriage wall to get the driver’s attention. “Return to my lodgings at once,” he shouted. The driver snapped the reigns as the carriage picked up speed.

Ella nearly fell back in her seat but just caught herself. Oh dear, she thought again. Truly, what did he intend to do with her?

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Tammy Andresen lives with her husband and three children just outside of Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up on the Seacoast of Maine, where she spent countless days dreaming up stories in blueberry fields and among the scrub pines that line the coast. Her mother loved to spin a yarn and Tammy filled many hours listening to her mother retell the classics. It was inevitable that at the age of 18, she headed off to Simmons College, where she studied English literature and education. She never left Massachusetts but some of her heart still resides in Maine and her family visits often.

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