CHAPTER32
Phoebe stared at him in shock, overwhelmed by not only his gift but his words. Accept him? After all that had occurred?
“But Jeffrey,” she started, lifting a hand but then dropping it, unsure of what she meant to do, or even say. “After everything that happened, all I did — you still want me?”
“Phoebe,” he crossed the room to her, knelt in front of her, clearly oblivious to the dust and debris that had settled on the floor beneath his knees, his fine black breeches now covered in their dirt. “I was taken aback at your confession, I must admit. And were I the same man that I was the night we first met in the drawing room at the Earl of Totnes’ home … well, I would certainly have had a different reaction. But since I met you, since I spent time with you, I have come to know who you truly are, and in doing so, I understand much more of the way you see life, of the roles we all play. You may have lied, ’tis true, but I now understand why you did so, and never did you stray from the woman you purport yourself to be.”
He paused for a moment.
“I will also admit that I had some help in seeing the error of my ways. I am blessed to have women in my life who are never fearful of sharing their infinite wisdom with me. I was upset with your dishonesty, truly I was, although I am beginning to understand why you chose to keep such truths from me. But more than anything, Phoebe, I have come to realize that I cannot spend my life without you. You are everything I need in a woman, though I never knew it until recently. You are strong, independent, determined, brave, and will have no qualms in ever telling me exactly what I need to hear. I do not know how I lived without you, and I would ask that you not force me to attempt to do so ever again.”
Phoebe didn’t realize there were tears falling down her face until she saw one drop onto Jeffrey’s hand where he clasped hers, and she tore off her gloves as, at that moment, she needed to feel his warm hands upon hers. She intertwined their fingers then, and sank down to the floor with him, forgetting completely about the dust below.
“Jeffrey,” she said leaning in toward him, looking him in his dark brown eyes that were no longer hard, but warm and caring, just like the man himself. “I didn’t think I could spend another moment with you, knowing how torturous it would be to leave you again. But I had to meet with you in order to apologize, and before we go any further, you must allow me to do so. For you were right. I did use you, at least at first. But then I found myself falling completely in love with you, and I had no idea what course of action to take. I tried to tell you the truth, again and again, but it seemed my every attempt was thwarted, either by the presence of another or … distraction.” She colored slightly at that, and he grinned as he seemed to understand exactly of what she meant.
“I can do nothing to fix that wrong but apologize. And yes, ofcourse, I will have you. I will have you and your amazing family and your wonderful dog,” who was currently sniffing around at her feet, wondering what the two of them could possibly be doing, she was sure. “You have already proven that you know me better than likely anyone else, though there was no need for you to go to such extremes to prove what you feel for me.”
“Actually,” his face darkened slightly, “There is more need than you know. But come, we will speak of that in the carriage. Your beautiful dress is likely ruined by now.”
“Nothing that a good washing will not fix,” she said, though she allowed him to help her to her feet.
She leaned into him now, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Jeffrey, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much,” she said softly.
“I will hold you to that,” he said with a laugh, and then caught her mouth with his. He pressed a warm, firm kiss on her lips before drawing back slightly. “And I love you, Phoebe, more than you could ever imagine.”
He kissed her once more, this time harder, more insistent, and she all but melted into him, her pulse racing at the thought that she would have this, have him, for the rest of her life. She had never thought it would be possible, but now that it was, that he accepted her for all she was, her heart seemed as though it might burst with joy.
And as for the paper … well, there was still one more obstacle between them, she supposed. She pulled back slightly as the thought dipped into her mind, reminding her of what had caused the distance between them to start.
“What of the publication?” she asked, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her out the door.
“Come,” he responded, and Maxwell seemed to believe the command was to him, as he quit sniffing around the corners and loped toward them, following them out the door. “I will tell you all.”
* * *
Jeffrey wishedhe could take this moment to bask in celebration of the fact that the woman he loved was going to be his wife, had accepted him after all they had been through, over what had seemed completely impossible. But this was life, and life had a way of interrupting even the happiest of moments. And so, first, they had to determine how to best face the adversity that remained. He outlined all that had occurred as succinctly as possible.
“So your brother now wishes to put an end toThe Women’s Weekly,” she murmured in response from her place in the carriage — on the seat beside him this time, where she belonged, though Maxwell looked at them slightly forlornly from the seat across from them.
Jeffrey nodded. “Yes, although Ambrose is only choosing to do so in order to take revenge on me. It has nothing to do with you.”
“It does now,” she said, grasping his hand tighter. “For many reasons. It is my paper, and if he is coming after you, then I take that as an affront to both of us.”
His chest swelled at her words, at the fact that she now saw the two of them as one.
“I myself would have faced the dilemma anyway of what to say to all those who would continue to question me as to the progress of my task of determining how to cease your publication,” he said gravely, “Though it would have become much simpler without Ambrose involved, who has far more knowledge than we would like. I have a plan, however, one that should hopefully protect you.”
“What changed your mind?” she said suddenly, breaking through his thoughts as she turned toward him. “I realize that your mother and sisters played a part, but why did you eventually decide that the paper should continue — as I am hoping, from your words, you no longer have the urge to strike it down?”
Jeffrey nodded slowly, understanding her question.
“I must tell you, Phoebe, that I will never exactly become a subscriber toThe Women’s Weekly,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “However, I had the opportunity to read the thing — actually read it, from cover to cover. And after a few conversations of my own, I began to attempt to place myself in the role of a woman reading it, and I can certainly see its appeal.”
She snorted somewhat at the thought of him as a woman, but he simply raised an eyebrow and continued.
“I also cannot say that I completely agree with every argument presented within its pages — particularly the editorials by ‘a Lady.’ Though I have found that she makes a great deal of sense, is eloquent, witty, and presents issues in a method that is extremely difficult to argue against them. At any rate, I no longer believe that its publication will bring complete discord to our society. But that brings me to the reason for the press. And the location we found ourselves in.”