Louise Allen - Regency Pleasures and Sins Part 1
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Tallie swathed the drape around her and turned, flexing her shoulders gratefully. ‘How are the other canvases progressing, Mr Harland? Are you—?’
She broke off at the sound of thunderous knocking on the street door and froze, gazing at the artist in wild surmise. What was happening? It seemed just like that terrifying afternoon when Jack Hemsley and his friends had invaded the studio.
Harland threw open the attic door and once again, just like that nightmare day, Peter’s voice rose up the stairwell. ‘No, sir! You cannot go up there! Mr Harland is occupied.’
Tallie grabbed his arm. ‘Who is it? Are you expecting anyone?’
‘No! Get back inside, I will go down …’
But the sound of footsteps was clear on the stairs. Someone with a long stride was taking the stairs at the run. Frantic, Tallie spun round and began to flee across the dusty floor towards the only hiding place, the closet.
But she was only halfway there when the attic door crashed open behind her. She turned again, clutching the illusory protection of the linen drape around her and stared wild-eyed at the doorway where a man was thrusting the protesting artist aside with a peremptory hand.
Mr Harland staggered back and, trembling, Tallie braced herself for humiliation, disgrace and the ruin of her reputation.
Chapter Fifteen

His lungs heaving from the effort of taking four precipitous flights of stairs at the run, Nick Stangate stood in the doorway and regarded the goddess standing at bay in front of him. In the strong light she seemed bathed in a strange sunlight that gave her an ancient magic all her own and his breath caught in awe. Then he saw her wide, frightened eyes, the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the courage that made her stay there, facing him down despite her terror.
He strode forward and seized her arm, forcing himself to ignore her nakedness, her nearness, holding her despite her frantic efforts to wrench herself away. ‘Tallie, stop it! Listen to me, there isn’t much time, Hemsley and a pack of his friends are on my heels—this is a trap.’
He saw Tallie turn her eyes on the artist, only for him to shake his head in furious denial at the accusation on her face. ‘Good God, no, Miss Grey, I had no idea. Mr Laidlaw’s offer seemed perfectly genuine— he seemed perfectly—’
‘Later,’ Nick snapped. ‘Laidlaw is genuine. He’s Hemsley’s cousin, just back from Greece, and he must have seemed the ideal tool for his purposes. Harland, where are the back stairs?’ The terrified girl was struggling in his grip, he tightened it, one part of his mind recoiling at the thought of hurting her soft flesh, the other ruthlessly aware that he was going to have to force her to obey him for her own protection.
‘There are none,’ the artist wailed, then gave a startled exclamation as the knocker thudded again. He ran towards the door, calling ‘Peter! Do not open it!’
‘Too late,’ Nick said grimly, ‘they’re in.’
Tallie tugged at his hand. ‘Let me go, I must get dressed at least.’
‘No time. Harland, can you hide her clothes, her reticule?’
‘Yes, my lord.’ He was already hurrying towards the screen. ‘I have trunks full of old clothes, hangings for props …’
‘Nick!’
‘Quiet.’ He dragged her towards the window, thrust it up and peered out into the darkness. The street seemed miles below; the attic of Harland’s house was a clear storey above the other houses surrounding it.
‘Thank Heavens for small mercies: there’s a ledge.’ It was narrow, shining with dampness, maybe crumbling, but it stretched across the width of the house just below the window line. He closed his mind to the possible dangers, focusing on the immediate one. ‘Harland, close this after us—hurry, man!’
The artist thrust Tallie’s evening cloak into a mass of multicoloured hangings, tossed her reticule and shoes on top of a bookcase and hurried towards them.
Nick began to climb out of the window, keeping a grip with one hand on Tallie. ‘Come on.’
‘I …? cannot. I can’t stand heights … I …’
The sound of approaching voices was getting closer. ‘Harland, get out there and hold them up as long as possible. I’ll try and shut the window after us. Do nothing to draw attention to it.’
As the artist ran for the door, Nick forced himself to stillness, pulled Tallie close and folded his arms round her. She was quivering against him, her soft warm skin achingly vulnerable under his hands. He pushed up her chin and put all his power into his voice and his eyes.
‘We are going out there and I will keep you safe. I will not let you fall. I will not let them find you. Do you believe me, Tallie?’
‘Ye-yes.’ He saw the terrified green eyes focus, her lips tighten. He could almost feel the effort of will it was taking her to control her fear. ‘I believe you, Nick.’
He released her and ducked under the raised sash and out onto the sill. The drizzle had stopped, but everything he touched had a grimy, sooty dampness. He tugged at the cornice above his head, found it firm. He craned back, wondering if he could get them up on top of the cornice where the attic roof met the gutters, but there were no handholds. He reached in to Tallie with his free hand. ‘Come on, out onto the ledge, face out and inch along to your right. There is a downpipe—hold that with your right hand and the edge of the window reveal with your left.’
‘Don’t let me go!’ The panic was back in her voice.
‘Just while I close the window. You can do it, Tallie, come on, show me.’
With a little gasp she took his hand and climbed out, her naked limbs flashing white in the darkness. Then she was standing, groping with her free hand.
‘I have got the pipe.’ She swallowed audibly.
‘Here is the window reveal.’ He guided her hand to it. ‘Now, hold on.’
Her fingertips seemed to cling to his for a fraction of a second, then she released his hand and he saw her fingers tighten on the rough brick. Nick shoved down the window, stepped across and flattened himself against her, his back to the drop, his hands gripping the same handholds above hers.
The sound of the door banging open and loud voices in the studio reached them clearly. Against his chest he could feel Tallie’s breathing. Rapid, frightened. Then she whispered, ‘It is all right, Nick. I won’t panic, I will not let you down.’
The trust in her voice was so absolute it almost unmanned him as nothing else could have done. For a moment he closed his eyes, let his forehead rest against the wet brick. He found his voice and whispered, ‘I know you won’t, my brave darling. But I’m afraid we have to move: if anyone opens the window, they’ll see us.’
Tallie wondered if she had heard him aright. It was difficult to think, let alone to hear properly. The blood seemed to be roaring in her ears, the sound of Nick’s heart was loud where her face was pressed against him; on the other side of the window shouts and catcalls marked the hunt in progress.
Below them, four storeys down, was the street, below that the spiked railings and the further drop to the unyielding flags of the area courtyard. Her naked back pressed against rough brick, her skin was crawling with cold and terror. But he had called her my brave darling. The poor little flickering flame of courage that had helped her get out onto the ledge burned stronger, then the rest of his words came into focus. Move? He wanted them to move?
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