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As he’d hoped, the anxious lines in her face smoothed and she laughed. ‘Rogue. I hope to make that end worth your while.’
In a flash, his imagination raced off like a thoroughbred at the starting gun. Battling back images of her smooth naked skin under his hands, he groaned. ‘Temptress! I’d better get myself ready for dinner, before I think too much about what I’d rather be getting ready for.’
She smiled that naughty smile that made his breath hitch and his body harden. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll be ready, too.’
Chapter Twenty-One
Next morning, Diana bid Alastair goodbye in the breakfast room—all too formally, under the eye of his mother, when she would have preferred to send him off after a luxurious episode in bed.
Praying earnestly that Blankford would surprise her by being reasonable, and too agitated to concentrate on her painting, Diana set out for the garden. She’d restlessly circled the cutting garden, intent on walking towards the woods, when she encountered Will’s wife, Elodie.
‘Mrs Ransleigh has lovely gardens,’ Elodie said after greeting her.
‘I understand you are quite an enthusiastic gardener.’
She nodded. ‘I’ve found such peace in a garden, during some of the most difficult times of my life.’ She smiled. ‘My Will, he bought Salmford for us because of the gardens. The fields were fallow, the tenants surly and in need of guidance. The seller was surely laughing behind his hand, thinking he’d made a bargain over a city man who didn’t know a plough from a potato. But the gardens of the manor were magnificent and now, the fields too have responded to love and care.’
Responded to love and care. ‘Like a neglected child,’ she murmured, reminded at once of her own situation.
‘And men. Will tells me Alastair is protecting your son.’
Diana felt a wave of gratitude. ‘My son, and me—though he had no good reason to do so.’
‘They act for honour, these Ransleighs. What is life, without your child? You are wise to defy even the greatest to keep him.’
‘You give me too much credit. I hardly cherished him for most of his years, but I’m trying to do better.’
Elodie’s eyebrows shot up. ‘You were estranged from your son?’
‘Factors...prevented me from becoming close to him.’ At the incomprehension on Elodie’s face, she said, ‘The situation was...complicated.’
‘I know what it is to battle against powerful men. One caused me to lose my son, too, when he was still very small. Every day I missed him, longed for him, cherished all the memories I had of him. And when I finally found him again, Philippe...didn’t even recognise me.’ Tears welled in her eyes.
How would she feel if James were indifferent to her, rather than eager for his mother’s love? Something painful twisted in her chest. Maybe shutting herself off from her son was not the worst thing that could have happened.
‘It must have been terrible.’
‘Not so much, for him. He had a stepmother with a high position in Society, who lavished him with love. But he is my son, and I wanted to be part of his life. Will helped that happen.’
‘Does he remember you now?’
‘Sometimes, I think he does. But no matter. His stepmother is a good woman. She works with me.’ Elodie laughed. ‘She must, for if she did not, my rogue of a husband, knowing how much my son means to me, told her he would simply steal him away.’
‘Will would protect you at all costs.’
‘He would. You ache for all the lost years with your son, no? So did I. But it is coming back, the bond we once shared. It will for you, too.’
Diana sighed. ‘If I don’t end up on the gallows, or so disgraced that the Court of Chancery takes my son away.’
Elodie shook her head. ‘Will would never allow that, nor Alastair. If he must turn up more rogues and reprobates to testify, he would do so. In the meantime, we rebuild, eh? Love is important, the most important thing. For children. For women. Hold on to your Alastair.’
Diana shook her head. ‘He’s not “my” Alastair.’
‘He would be, if you want him. Good men, they are not so easy to find.’
‘I’m well aware of that,’ Diana said with a wry smile. ‘But good men...deserve good women.’
‘Then be one.’
‘I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure I know how,’ she admitted, voicing her deepest anxiety.
‘When life has treated you roughly, it is hard to imagine it becoming better. Believe in it fiercely enough, though, and you can make it so. But I’ll not tease you any more. Now, shall we return? There are two boys who, I think, will have the nursery destroyed if we do not hurry back.’
Nodding, Diana turned with her, and the talk moved to a discussion of the flowers they were passing. But as they walked back to the house, Diana wondered: could she put the shattered pieces of herself back together to make a woman good enough to deserve a man like Alastair?
And what would the future hold if she couldn’t?
* * *
After a week closeted with his solicitor, doing some investigation of his own, Alastair presented himself once again at Graveston Court.
As he was being escorted by the butler to the same imposing salon, he encountered the housekeeper. The expressionless stare he returned to her mock of a curtsy chased the knowing smirk from her lips and sent her retreating in the opposite direction.
Forewarned by his previous visit, he came prepared for the Duke’s reception, pulling a small volume of Shakespeare’s sonnets from his pocket as soon as he took an armchair near the cold hearth. When the Duke’s arrival was announced by the butler a goodly time later, Alastair did not lift his eyes from the page, continuing instead to read for some minutes before at last looking up to greet his host.
‘I hope I’m not interrupting?’ the Duke said, an edge of irritation in his voice.
‘Not at all,’ he replied amiably. ‘While on campaign with Wellington, I found reading a wonderful diversion to occupy the tedium between battles.’
‘Is it to be a battle, then? You will choose to sacrifice your reputation by supporting That Woman in a losing cause? I am grieved to hear it.’
Since neither the Duke’s expression nor his tone carried a hint of sadness, Alastair grinned. ‘So I see. I had hoped that, given the time to consider your course of action, you would reconsider.’
The Duke made a scornful sound. ‘It sounds like you are still taken in by her. I never understood the spell she seems able to cast on men—even one as disciplined as my father!’
Holding on to his temper, Alastair said evenly, ‘Since we’ll never agree on the character of the Dowager Duchess, shall we dispense with discussing her? I’m hoping you will see reason in not proceeding with what could only become an ugly scandal, that would have the great name of Mannington gossiped about by every groom, footman, and busybody from here to London.’
‘I’m not concerned about that,’ Graveston said loftily. ‘Only with justice.’
‘Indeed? Of course, you may rush ahead like a fool if you choose, but before you embarrass yourself, perhaps even place yourself and your reputation in danger, there are some points you should consider.’
‘Place myself in danger?’ The Duke laughed. ‘I hardly think so.’
Not bothering to contest that boast, Alastair continued. ‘First, there’s the matter of claiming guardianship of your half-brother. If it came to the Court of Chancery, I would feel compelled to repeat for them the threats you made against the boy.’
‘Threats?’ he exclaimed. ‘What nonsense! I told you only that I wanted to have him raised as befits his birth!’
‘True. But you also said you wanted the boy to “suffer as you suffered” and “learn to serve your son”. Observations I imagine the gentlemen of the court would find most interesting.’
The Duke’s eyes narrowed. ‘Even if you made such accusations, it would be your word against mine.’
Alastair fixed on him a steely-eyed stare. In a quiet voice, he said, ‘I’m sure you don’t mean to imply you would question my veracity before the court. Think carefully before you answer, lest you have a need to choose weapons and find a second.’
Alastair almost hoped Graveston would be too irrational to step back. His fingers itched for a sword or pistol, to make this man with all the advantages of wealth, position and authority face someone more his equal than a widow whose only resource was the loyalty of her friends.
To his satisfaction, the Duke looked away first. ‘Let’s not be so hasty.’
‘Then you’ll agree you have no reason to appeal to Chancery for custody of the boy. Now, on the question of making accusations of foul play against Dowager Duchess, I’ve made some enquiries on my own, and discovered a number of witnesses who can attest to your hatred for the Dowager, even of threats to harm her when you inherited.’
