Anna Campbell - What a Duke Dares

“In America?” Leath asked sarcastically.

“If necessary.” Harry ran his hand through his black Thorne hair and met Leath’s eyes with commendable steadiness. “You have every right to want to kill me. I acted badly. Your sister’s honor is as precious to me as it is to you, my lord. I’m unworthy of her. We both know that. But I love her more than my life and I’ll do my best to make her happy.”

“That means nothing.” Leath rose, formidable in the cramped room.

Harry didn’t back down. “It means the world.”

Pen, who despite her fondness had always thought Harry a bit shallow, was impressed. She suspected that Sophie and Harry together were more than a match for the marquess.

Sophie took Harry’s hand. “James, I don’t want to marry Lord Desborough.”

Pen’s pain receded by inches. She realized that she clung weakly to Cam when he didn’t want a bar of her. She straightened away from him, anguished at how easily he let her go. She struggled to steady her voice. “My lord, surely if you love your sister, you won’t force her into an uncongenial marriage.”

Leath frowned more in puzzlement than anger. “Sophie, of course I want you to be happy. But you never said you disliked Desborough.”

“I don’t dislike Desborough.” Sophie’s jaw firmed with stubbornness. “But I told you I loved Harry.”

“I thought it was only a passing fancy for a handsome fribble. I was trying to save you from hurt.” Leath looked devastated. After Harry’s tales of star-crossed love, Leath’s unselfish devotion to his sister still surprised Pen. “I wanted you to marry a man who could give you everything you deserve, who would love you faithfully, and protect you, and treat you like a queen.”

“I’m that man, my lord,” Harry said staunchly.

“Leath,” Cam said quietly before the other man could deliver a blistering setdown about Harry’s ham-fisted attempts to “protect” Sophie.

Leath faced Cam and for the first time, his eyes didn’t flare with hatred. “This is a blasted mess.”

“I agree.” Cam’s voice remained calm. Thank goodness, his temper had subsided. Pen couldn’t bear to think of him risking his life in a duel. Especially over something that was the result of her impetuosity. “And don’t forget that the whole world knows our business.”

Guilt made Pen cringe. In Ramsgate, she’d foretold that if she married Cam, the result would be scandal and disgrace. There was no satisfaction in being proven right.

Sophie gasped softly. “How—”

Leath shot her a stern look. “You’ve been publicly ruined, my girl.” Dislike stirred as he focused on Harry. “Thanks to this oaf.”

Before the argument resumed, Cam spoke. “We need to scotch the scandal as best we can.”

“Go on,” Leath said warily.

Cam rose and very gently helped Pen up. “Can you stand?”

The pathetic creature who would sell her soul to stay in Cam’s arms begged her to say no. The realist, her guide since she’d recognized that she’d yearn in vain after Camden Rothermere, told her to grow up. “Yes.”

“How are you feeling?”

Like someone hit me with a rock. But her heart hurt worse than her head. “I’m fine.”

Cam’s expression was skeptical. Gratefully, she felt his hand curl around her waist, keeping her upright. With more of that heartbreaking gentleness, he led her across to sit on the bed. He released her and she assumed he meant to leave her alone. But his hand settled on her shoulder in silent support as he stood by her side.

Leath’s expression was stark with remorse as he looked at her. “Your Grace, an apology doesn’t come near to making up for what I did.”

Pen mustered a shaky smile. “Then help Harry and Sophie.”

Cam turned to Leath. “Arrange a quick, quiet wedding. Make a show of accepting Harry. Get your cronies to rally around the newlyweds. Given my part in this, I’m willing to offer the match what countenance I can. I’m sure the Harmsworths and the Hillbrooks will help.”

“But the scandal—”

A flash of Cam’s wry smile. “I’ve lived with scandal all my life. You, my lord, are a mere amateur. It’s too late to silence gossip, but a good face on proceedings will help.”

“So best behavior all round. That includes not shooting each other.” Pen glanced toward Harry and Sophie. “Or sailing to America.”

Harry still looked wretched. His chin bore a bruise to rival Leath’s. At this rate, they’d all return to London looking very sorry. “Pen, I never should have embroiled you in this.”

Reluctantly she left Cam to offer Harry a gingerly hug. Every movement made her head throb. If Leath ever decided against becoming prime minister, she could recommend him as a boxer. “Be happy, brother.”

Carefully she hugged Sophie. “Welcome to the family.”

Sophie returned her embrace, then approached her brother. “James, I’m sorry I’ve caused all this trouble.” Her voice wobbled. “But I love you and I hope you can forgive me one day.”

Pen was sure that Leath would hate the way his expression betrayed every emotion. Anger. Frustration. Abiding affection. Guilt. Then reluctant acceptance. Up until now, Pen hadn’t been sure that she liked the marquess. She didn’t blame him for hitting her, but she couldn’t excuse his arrogance.

Now when he beheld his sister as though he’d sacrifice anything for her, Pen’s heart melted.

It was the old magic again. Love. Once more she faced the harsh truth that the magic would forever remain a mystery to her husband.

“I’ll think about forgiving you.” Leath’s tone said that he already had. He kissed Sophie on the forehead, then faced her toward Harry. “Look after her.”

Pen had never seen Harry so grave. “I will, sir. And thank you.”

Incredibly, they might yet emerge without bloodshed. When Leath left Rothermere House, she’d been sure that he’d kill Harry.

Pen sagged with exhaustion. Now that the tension ebbed, she felt like Leath had punched her over and over, instead of landing one glancing blow to the side of her head.

“I’ll take Sophie and Thorne to Alloway Chase,” Leath said. “They’ll be safe from curiosity there while we plan the wedding.”

Sophie and Harry collected their few possessions—they’d traveled very light—and left with Leath. Pen and Cam remained behind in the dingy room, his arm around her waist.

She felt giddy and sick and sore and woefully unprepared for this reckoning. But she couldn’t bear to wait any longer to decide her future. She’d reached a point where a short sharp cut seemed preferable to slow strangulation.

Cam’s touch reminded her too painfully of all she’d lost. She broke away, fighting to keep her voice steady. “What happens now, Cam?”

He frowned. “I take you back to the Bear and Swan and summon a doctor.”

“I’m perfectly all right.”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “Leath landed a hell of a blow.”

“It was an accident.”

To her surprise, a faint smile curved Cam’s lips. “It wasn’t an accident. It was your damned recklessness. You haven’t changed since you were six years old and jumping into the river to save a drowning puppy.”

Cam had rescued her that day. Cam always rescued her. What a crushing realization that he’d never rescue her again. This was like having a limb amputated. Slowly.

“He was going to kill Harry,” she mumbled.

“Undoubtedly.”

“I couldn’t let that happen.”

“So you put yourself in danger.”

She sighed. “I wasn’t hurt.”

A flash in his green eyes reminded her of his incandescent anger when Leath clipped her. “Yes, you were.”