Damon smiled sardonically. “Barmaids and actresses are easy conquests, Will.”
William dropped his boastful facade, looking vaguely offended. “Well, it shouldn't be difficult for you to make a conquest of Julia. Being married to her ought to give you some advantage over the competition!”
Damon watched his brother steadily. As entertaining as William seemed to find the conversation, there was a barely discernible thread of tension in his expression. He knew his brother well enough to be aware that something was on his mind. Abruptly he changed the subject.
“Why have you come to Bath, Will?”
“To see My Lady Deception, of course. I can't stand not knowing the end of a story.” William produced a lopsided grin, which faded quickly. A spasm of cringing discomfort crossed his face. “And…there's something else.”
“I thought so,” Damon said dryly. “Are you in trouble again?”
“Not really. The truth is…you're the one in trouble, and I seem to be caught up in it.”
“Explain.”
William winced and downed a healthy portion of his drink. “Pauline came to see me in London at my private apartments,” he said bluntly. “She said she wanted to become better acquainted with me, as we would be related soon. She said there was no reason we couldn't become ‘friends’ and support each other as brother and sister do.”
“What kind of ‘support’ did she want?”
“She didn't say exactly, but…considering the gown she was wearing, and the way she kept touching me, I think she was trying to seduce me! I swear I did nothing to encourage her, Damon, I would never encroach on your territory. For God's sake, we're brothers—”
“It's all right,” Damon interrupted calmly. “Tell me what else Pauline said.”
“She flattered me like hell, and said that she and I had a lot in common, and that I might be interested in discovering just how much. I pretended not to understand, of course, and did my best to shove her out as soon as possible…but not before she said that she was lonely when you were away from London, and she hoped she could call on me for help if it was ever necessary.”
Damon considered the situation and let out a long breath as relief washed over him. “Interesting,” he murmured. William's information was the confirmation of his greatest hopes. Now there was no doubt in his mind: Pauline was not pregnant. The only surprise was that she would sink low enough to try to seduce his own brother. It made sense, however. If Pauline could succeed in conceiving a child by William, the family resemblance would be incontrovertible…and as one of the guilty parties, William would never want to reveal the nasty little secret that his brother's heir was actually his own bastard.
“You're not angry?” William asked, seeming vastly relieved.
“Far from it.” Damon lifted his glass in a toast to his brother, and a smile flashed across his face. “Thank you, Will.”
“For what?”
“For coming to me with this so quickly. And for your self-restraint. I'm sure many men would have found Pauline's offer too tempting to refuse.”
“Please,” William said indignantly. “Even I have standards.”
“Sometimes,” Damon reflected aloud, “I actually think there's hope for you.”
“Does this mean I've repaid you for the Sybill Wyvill affair?”
“Almost,” Damon said. “If you could see your way clear to help me with one last matter involving Pauline…”
William leaned forward, his blue eyes dancing with anticipation. “What do you have in mind?”
Upon Julia's return, the cast and crew of My Lady Deception assembled at the New Theatre on Tuesday morning. To everyone's gratification, the rehearsal was lively and smooth. Even Logan, the relentless perfectionist, couldn't conceal his satisfaction. After bestowing a few words of praise on the assemblage, he dismissed them early, giving them ample time to rest and prepare for the opening performance that night.
Julia couldn't help but notice that something had happened to Arlyss during her absence. There was a sparkle and an air of youthful eagerness about the petite actress. While Arlyss waited in the wings for her cues, she made eyes at Michael Fiske and flirted indiscreetly with him. For his part, Fiske seemed to have completely lost interest in Mary Woods, all his attention focused on Arlyss. Whenever the two were near each other, the air crackled with romantic tension.
As soon as the rehearsal was over, Julia cornered Arlyss and regarded her with an expectant smile. “Well?” she demanded. “Something has occurred between you and Mr. Fiske in my absence, and I must hear about it.”
Arlyss's face glowed with a self-satisfied grin. “I've decided you were right. I deserve to be with a man who appreciates me. I went to Michael after the company shared a late supper at the hotel, and whispered a few sweet words in his ear…he melted like butter. He loves me, Jessica! To Michael it doesn't matter who I am or what I've done…and when I ask him how he could feel that way, he says he's loved me from the first moment he saw me. Can you believe a man would tell me such things?”
“Of course I can,” Julia replied in genuine delight. “You deserve to be loved, Arlyss. I'm glad you finally had the wisdom to choose someone who won't take advantage of you.” She paused and regarded Arlyss closely. “But what of your infatuation with Mr. Scott?”
“Completely gone.” Arlyss leaned closer and said conspiratorially, “If you ask me, Mr. Scott is a cold fish. He'll never give his heart to anyone.” Her gaze happened to fall on Michael Fiske as he adjusted a piece of scenery, and her expression brightened. “This afternoon Michael and I are going to shop among the bookstalls, and then we'll stop at a pastry shop for gingerbread. Come with us, Jessica—you look as though you need a bit of fun.”
The idea of browsing among stacks of books was definitely appealing. “Thank you,” Julia said with a dawning smile. “Perhaps I will.”
“Mrs. Wentworth, I want a word with you.” Logan interrupted the conversation in his usual brusque manner, taking her aside for a private conversation. Arlyss smiled and went to Fiske, resting her hands on her h*ps and swaying them saucily.
Julia gave Logan an inquiring glance. He had surprised her earlier in the day with his terse greeting, not even bothering to ask about her father's health. They had launched immediately into the business of the rehearsal, and she had assumed that Logan was either too busy or didn't care to hear about her personal life.
The bright theater lighting struck glints of fire in Logan's auburn hair and made his blunt features seem more angular than usual. “How is your father?” he asked without preamble.
“Much better, thank you.”
“And the differences between you? Were any of those resolved?”
For some reason she hesitated before answering, feeling as if the subject were too intimate to discuss openly. But she had confessed her secrets to him before, and she knew him to be a trustworthy confidant. “Yes, actually. My father seems to regret what he has done. He expressed the desire to make amends. He even gave me the means to procure an annulment, if I so choose.”
His eyes flickered with interest. “What will you decide?”
Julia thought of facing Damon again, and her stomach tightened with a strange, almost pleasurable tension. “I don't know.” A frown etched itself deeply across her forehead. “Part of me wants nothing more than to go to him and tell him how much I love him, that he's worth any sacrifice…and the other part wants to cling so tightly to the theater that everything else will be lost. I never imagined that making such a choice would be so difficult.”
“There are other options,” Logan said, his expression enigmatic.
“Such as?”
“Perhaps we'll discuss them someday.”
Perplexed, Julia stared after him as he left, and a short laugh broke from her lips. It was so like Logan to cast out a mysterious statement and then leave. He was a consummate showman, knowing exactly how to capture the attention of any audience and keep it.
Moving slowly among the open-air bookstalls, Julia enjoyed the scent of crisp air mingling with leather and book dust. Some volumes were new, some used, all of them containing the tantalizing promise of new worlds to escape into. Her collection of purchases grew until it had become an*ungainly tower of books that wobbled dangerously in her arms. Arlyss and Michael seemed far less interested in the reading material than in each other. They exchanged giggling whispers, meaningful glances, and occasional fondles that they thought no one else could see.
Although Julia had decided she had selected enough books, one more with a scarlet and gold-embossed cover caught her eye, and she opened the thick volume. As she glanced through the first few pages, she heard a vaguely familiar voice nearby. Alertly she listened, and watched through the screen of her veil until she saw the speaker.
Julia's heart lurched as a tall, dark figure came into view a few stalls away, a man with raven-black hair and a striking hard-edged profile. Damon, she thought immediately…but it wasn't her husband; it was his younger brother, Lord William. He appeared to be less than enthralled by the piles of books around him, complaining to an unseen companion that it was time to leave. “I had better things in mind than hunting for books,” he said irritably. “Haven't you seen enough of the damned things by now, brother?”
So Damon was here. Julia's gaze darted around the scene, and she found him immediately, his broad-shouldered form unmistakable. Somehow the intensity of her stare must have betrayed her, for he turned in a sudden fluid movement and looked directly at her. An immediate gleam of recognition shone in his eyes. Blindly Julia turned back toward the table of books, while her heart knocked clumsily inside her chest. She held the heavy stack of volumes close to her body, waiting with her eyes half-closed, wondering madly if he would come to her.
Gradually she sensed him standing behind her, close but not touching, his breath stirring the veil that flowed from the narrow brim of her hat. He spoke in a near whisper that undercut the bustle of the bookstall crowd, the softness of his voice recalling the intimate conversations they had shared the last night they had spent together.
“How was your visit to Buckinghamshire?”
Julia wanted to face him, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground. Words threatened to burst from her lips in a nervous flurry. Somehow she managed to contain them and answer calmly. “My father was ill with a fever. I went to him as soon as I found out.”
“Your father,” he repeated, surprise coloring his tone. “I assumed it was Lady Hargate—”
“No, she's very well, actually. She's nursing Father, and he seems much better now. He and I have come to a sort of…truce.” Julia felt his hand on her arm, turning her to look at him. She complied, still clutching the pile of books. The luminous gray of his eyes was visible through her veil, his expression remote.
“I'm glad for you,” Damon said quietly. “It was a long time coming. No doubt it was a relief to him as well as to you.”
“Yes,” Julia said, feeling out of breath as she stared at him. Why did he have to be so devastatingly attractive? Why did he have to look serious and brooding? Why was it such an unholy temptation to coax the firm set of his mouth into the passionate softness she remembered so well? She wanted to drop the load of books and reach for his large, warm hands, and pull them to her body. She wanted him, she was starved for him…and he gave no clue as to whether he felt the same. “I…I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, but there was little time—”
“It doesn't matter,” he said casually, reaching for the books in her arms. “May I take these for you?”
“No, thank you.” She withdrew a step, holding her burden tightly.
Damon gave a short nod, as if her refusal was what he had expected. “I have something to tell you,” he said matter-of-factly. “I'll be leaving for London tonight. There are matters I've left unattended for too long.”
“Oh.” Julia managed an indifferent smile, thankful that she was wearing a veil. It wouldn't do for him to see any sign of her sudden deflation, the hollow feeling that seeped through every nerve and fiber. “Will you be seeing Lady Ashton?” some inner devil prompted her to ask.
“I expect so.”
The brusque reply did not invite further comment. Questions brimmed inside her, and Julia was seized in the grip of gnawing anxiety. What would occur between Damon and Lady Ashton? Perhaps he would attempt some kind of reconciliation. Pauline would accept, of course. She would welcome him back eagerly, and they would begin to make plans for the life they would share with their baby.
Trying to banish the rankling images from her mind, Julia asked quietly, “Will you be returning to Bath?”
He hesitated while his gaze held hers. “Is that what you want?”
Yes, her heart cried, but she was paralyzed with indecision. All she could do was stare at him mutely.
“Damn you,” he muttered. “What do you want from me, Julia?”
Before she could reply, she heard Arlyss's pert voice nearby, half-accusing, half-teasing. “…surprised you still remember my name, my lord…you made it clear I was only a passing fancy.”
To Julia's dismay, William had seen Arlyss among the bookstalls and had wasted no time in approaching her. Turning, Julia watched the scene unfolding before them… William eyeing the small actress with roguish appreciation, Arlyss's posture of saucy challenge, and Michael Fiske, all bristling masculinity as he strode toward the pair. It was likely there would be a fight. Julia hated the thought of what such a scene might do to Arlyss's budding romance with Fiske.
“Please,” Julia said, instinctively looking to Damon for help, “don't let your brother cause trouble.”
Damon seemed unsympathetic. “There won't be, unless your featherbrained little friend offers William encouragement.”
Julia cursed beneath her breath. William and his randy impulses were going to ruin everything for Arlyss. He would soothe Arlyss's wounded pride by making blatant advances to her, and he would leave her again when the seduction was over. And Michael Fiske would want nothing more to do with her.
William grinned at Arlyss, his blue eyes sparkling with irresistible charm. “Of course I remember your name, my sweet. I remember that and a good deal more. I came to Bath because missed you and your considerable charms.”