Stephanie Laurens - The Edge of Desire

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They proved their bravery fighting for His Majesty's Secret Service and were rewarded with brides of great beauty and breeding. But one member of the Bastion Club has remained a bachelor… until now.
"Christian, I need your help. There is no one else I can turn to… L."
When Christian Allardyce, 6th Marquess of Dearne, reads those words, his world turns upside down. Lady Letitia Randall is a woman like no other, and the day he left her behind to fight for king and country was the most difficult of his life. He never forgot the feel of her lips against his, but never expects to see her again. Yet now she seeks his help, and Christian knows he will not resist her plea.
Letitia believes that Christian abandoned her when she needed him most, and she hates to call on his aid. But to clear her brother's name, she has sworn to use every weapon at her command, even if it means seducing her ex-lover. Yet all the while, Christian is waging a war of his own – a campaign of pure pleasure and sweet revenge that will take them both beyond the edge of desire.

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Swallowing a curse, she immediately developed a headache. Excusing herself to Lady Cowper and the other three ladies with whom she’d been speaking, she dispatched the footman to fetch Hermione with a message that she was needed immediately at the carriage.

Her sister broke off in mid-tirade, and ignoring those around her, came hurrying over. She gripped the carriage’s side. “What’s happened?”

Supremely aware of curious eyes, and even more curious ears, Letitia gestured weakly. “I have the most dreadful headache-we need to return to the house.”

Hermione frowned, surprised by the headache, something she knew Letitia rarely suffered from. “All right.” The footman opened the door and she climbed into the carriage.

Letitia gave the order to return to South Audley Street in a suitably faint tone.

Both footman and coachman were Randall’s people. While she could have spoken quietly enough to leave the coachman unaware, the footman, perched directly behind the seat on which they sat, was another matter. She resigned herself to holding her tongue-and her temper-until they reached the house.

Nevertheless, as they turned out of the park and into Park Lane, she couldn’t resist asking, “What were you talking so animatedly about?”

Hermione’s face took on a mulish cast. “Justin. I was telling them all that he couldn’t possibly have murdered Randall.”

As Letitia had feared. Behind her veil, she pressed her lips tight and said no more.

She reined her ire in while they traveled through light traffic back to the house, then waited some more as they descended from the carriage and climbed the steps. When they entered the front hall, with Mellon hovering, with entirely assumed calm she dispensed with her veil, leaving it with her gloves and reticule on the hall table, then, her movements invested with increasing tension, she swept into the front parlor. “Hermione, I’d like to speak with you. Now.”

Her sister blinked, then followed. Looking back at Mellon, Letitia instructed, “Please shut the door.”

Reluctantly, Mellon did. After eight years he knew the signs of a storm brewing, but with the door shut, he wouldn’t be able to hear clearly, not unless she screamed.

Not certain that she wouldn’t, once the door was shut she swung on her heel and stalked into the library.

Mystified, starting to frown, Hermione followed more slowly in her wake.

Letitia’s irate stride carried her to the fireplace. Dragging in a huge breath, she swung around and pinned her sister with a furious gaze as she paused in the archway. “What in heaven’s name did you think you were doing ?”

Hermione’s mulish look returned. “I was defending Justin. Someone needs to, and I didn’t hear you saying much at all when those ladies came up to the carriage.”

Letitia struggled to find calm enough to form a coherent reply. She hauled in another breath, held it for an instant, then flung up her hands. “I know you’ve only limited experience of the ton, but you have to pay attention! You cannot-absolutely must not -defend Justin. Not with words. All that does-all it will have done-is confirm in everyone’s mind that he is in fact guilty.”

Hermione frowned. “Why? I was telling them specifically that he isn’t .”

“And why is that ?” Letitia looked pointedly at her sister and answered the question, “Because you think he did indeed kill Randall.”

She started pacing before the hearth; when Hermione’s frown deepened to a scowl, she went on, “That’s how all those around you in the park will interpret your words. To the ton, a verbal denial is second best to an admission. A heated denial-and I saw how strongly you were speaking-is tantamount to outright confirmation.”

The belligerence in Hermione’s face slowly faded. “Oh.” After a moment, in a small voice, she asked, “Have I made things much worse?”

Still pacing, still trying to work off her temper, Letitia waved her hands. “More difficult, perhaps, but I don’t believe our position is irretrievable. I’ll just have to work harder to steer perceptions in the right direction.”

Hermione watched her for a minute, then asked, “How will you do that? Steer perceptions?”

“By seeding doubt. For instance, when those ladies mentioned Justin’s guilt, I was slightly startled, then puzzled that they’d come to such a conclusion. I didn’t try to argue them around, but instead left them with the suspicion that perhaps what they’d heard wasn’t what really happened.” She waved again, pacing further. “To manipulate the ton, you have to use guile and subtlety, not direct words.”

Hermione’s lips formed an O of comprehension.

Letitia’s pacing-now fueled more by burgeoning concern that contrary to what she’d told Hermione, her sister’s misguided efforts might just have sunk their cause-led her deeper into the shadowed library-far enough that she noticed a pair of highly polished Hessian boots.

The boots encased a pair of long legs. Halting, she whisked her gaze upward to Christian’s eyes; he was sitting in an armchair in the shadows, watching her. “What are you doing here?”

Her greeting was in no way encouraging, but he smiled nevertheless. The smile of a man who knew her well-well enough to know her temper was largely spent.

“I came to ask for information with which to pursue your errant brother, and”-his gaze switched to Hermione-“to again ask your sister what she knows.”

She swung to face Hermione in time to see her sister fight to banish consciousness from her expression. “Whatever you know, please tell us.”

When Hermione met her gaze, anxiety and even a touch of fear in her eyes, she urged, “We’re trying to help Justin-we can’t do that effectively without, as Dearne put it, reconstructing the crime. If you know something, anything relevant, we need to know.”

Hermione hesitated, then pressed her lips tight and shook her head.

Letitia sighed. “You’re not helping, dearheart. You must tell us-”

“I can’t! ” Hermione’s response was almost a wail. Letitia got the impression she wanted to stamp her foot, but then her eyes filled with tears. “I…I don’t know anything .”

Spinning about, Hermione ran back through the archway.

An instant later they heard the parlor door shut.

Letitia closed her eyes and sighed again, this time feeling the accumulated tension and energy flowing away, leaving her drained.

Eyes closed, she stood there, before the hearth in Randall’s forgotten library, and tried to relocate her mental feet.

She sensed Christian draw near. She hadn’t heard him move, but her nerves ruffled as only he had ever made them do.

“She obviously knows something.” His voice, low and deep, came from beside her.

“Obviously.” She didn’t open her eyes.

“Why do you think she isn’t telling us-not even you?”

His quiet tone, his patient voice, led her mind where she didn’t want it to go. But she refused to back away from the truth. Her belief in her brother’s innocence was absolute; nothing could shake it. Opening her eyes, she moistened her lips, half turned to face him. “She won’t tell us because what she knows makes Justin appear guilty.”

Christian’s gray eyes held hers. “Yes.” A moment passed, then he asked, “Can you accept that he might be?”

She forced herself to think, to consider it-rationally rather than emotionally-but emotion in this instance was too strong. “No.” She shook her head. “He didn’t kill Randall. Justin might be popularly known as a rake and a gamester, as a profligate hellion, but he’s no murderer.”

Calmly she met Christian’s steady gray gaze. “You know that as well as I.”

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