Three Nights with a Scoundrel
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“That’s not the same at all.”
“Isn’t it?” His frustration was obvious. “If you don’t like my matchmaking, by all means, go into society and choose a husband yourself.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Within her, a decision dovetailed into place. “Very well, then. Perhaps I will.”
He shook his head. “Lily, sooner or later you’ll have to …”
She could tell the instant her meaning sank in. Julian froze from the tips of his boots to the roots of his hair, his mouth hanging open a fraction. To his credit, he did not quite fall off the bench.
“What did you say?” he asked. “Repeat it for me, slowly.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought that’s my line.”
He was not amused.
“I said, very well. I’ll offer you a bargain. I will reenter society. But only if you come with me.”
His expression went from displeasure to confusion.
“Come now. This is a bright, clear autumn afternoon.” She gestured at the bare-branched trees above them, so starkly outlined against the blue sky. “A perfect day to come out of mourning.”
“Come out of mourning? But …”
“Don’t misunderstand. We will never forget Leo. That would be impossible. But he would want us to move forward with our lives. We are both of us healthy and reasonably young, and we reside in one of the largest, grandest cities in Christendom. Let’s go out, see our friends. Have fun.”
“Fun?” His expression was incredulous. “The two of us?”
“Yes, fun. Amusement. Good cheer. I know it’s been awhile, but surely you remember the concept? You were always the life of a party before.”
“Yes, before. This is after.”
She gentled her demeanor. “It won’t come naturally. Not at first. But we simply cannot go on as we are. We must push ourselves to seek amusement and company. If we pretend to be happy convincingly enough, perhaps we will succeed in convincing ourselves.”
In truth, going to parties was the last thing in the world Lily felt like doing. But she could think of no other way to divert Julian from his reckless, pointless search. She had to do something.
He pushed a hand through his unruly black hair. “You just said you don’t want to marry.”
“I don’t. But since you insist … I’m willing to give a few gentlemen the opportunity to change my mind.”
“A few gentlemen? You’ll be besieged. Attend one party, and they’ll be milling three-deep on your doorstep the next morning.”
“Then I should think you’d be pleased.”
Oddly enough, Julian did not look especially pleased. He gave no answer, except to feint at a cluster of nearby pigeons, setting the creatures aflutter.
“Settle your feathers,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “If you want me to attract suitors, I need the company of a trusted friend. I need you. In social settings, Leo helped me manage in a hundred small ways. It will be difficult without him.”
“Difficult” did not begin to describe the prospect of facing society without her brother. Over the years, they’d developed a system for large gatherings. He helped her follow the conversation, let her know if she was speaking too softly or too loudly. Without him, Lily wasn’t sure how she’d manage at all. But she would find a way, if it meant saving Julian. He insisted it would only take a few events to have suitors thronging her doorstep. Well, perhaps it would take just a few events to remind him of his zest for life, pull him out of this deep well of sorrow. She could only pray.
“Lily, I cannot be your escort. It’s not appropriate. You’re aware of my reputation.”
“Yes. I’m aware of it.”
“I seduce women. It’s what I do. I enter into illicit affaires with what’s become quite tedious regularity. At one of my clubs, there’s a garland stretching the length of the billiard room, fashioned solely from the garters of my paramours.”
“I said, I’m aware of your reputation.” Lily’s mouth twisted. “But thank you so much for that vivid illustration.”
“It’s revolting, I know. It wasn’t my idea. They aren’t even truly the garters of my paramours,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “The fellows just string a new one up whenever I’ve—”
“Really. No further explanation is necessary.” She fought the blush creeping up her face. Men, and their tasteless displays of virility. “At any rate, you needn’t worry. I promise not to hamper your amatory pursuits.”
“No, that’s not it.” He made an impatient gesture. “You’ll be ruined. That’s the problem. If you’re seen with me too often, you’ll be tainted by association.”
“Ah, but only an impoverished lady must guard her reputation. People overlook those things where rank and fortune are involved.” She smiled. “Everyone will understand we are only friends. And even if they don’t … I must admit, it might give me a little thrill to be assumed one of your many conquests. Better than being thought an invalid. I may send one of my garters to your club.”
“Don’t even joke like that.” His face clouded, and he shifted his long limbs with restless vigor. She feared for the pigeons again.
He went on, “There are other reasons.”
“Such as …?”
“I simply haven’t the time. I’m busy. There are still places I haven’t searched, men I haven’t interviewed. I don’t have time for parties. For God’s sake, I haven’t even been round to the club in months.”
Precisely my point.
“Julian, it’s a few evenings of your time. I’m not asking for forever.” When he set his jaw and looked away, she sighed. “Leo was killed. His murderers may never be found. It was a devastating tragedy. We have grieved and mourned and suffered. But now I have accepted the reality and decided to move forward. Don’t I deserve a chance to enjoy life again?”
“Of course you do, but I—” He bit off his reply.
“But you don’t. That’s what you were going to say.”
He made no attempt to deny it.
“That’s the source of your hesitance,” she said, scanning his face. “You don’t think you deserve to be happy. You’re still blaming yourself for Leo’s death. Risking your health, seeking out danger, starving yourself …” She grabbed for his hand and held it tight. “Julian, it wasn’t your fault. No one blames you, least of all me. Leo would hate to see you like this. You have to—”
“No.” He stood, shaking off her grip. “I can’t do as you ask.” He spoke down at her as he straightened his coat sleeves. “If you want a social chaperone, find someone else.”
Lily stared up at him. His cold refusal hurt beyond expression. “This morning,” she said carefully, “you said you would do anything for me.”
He flinched, almost imperceptibly, and pretended not to hear. A cruel trick, that. He knew she couldn’t always be sure of her voice’s volume. By ignoring her, he hoped she’d conclude that he’d missed her words entirely.
She thrust her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small tablet and pencil. She always carried these items, in case she needed to make certain she was understood. The tablet came in handy with shopkeepers and such. The fact that she had to resort to this with Julian was a sad comment on the state of their friendship.
Anything for me?
After underscoring the first word, she shoved the scrawled phrase into his hand.
“I was drugged and exhausted, Lily. Not myself, as you said. Now I’m sorry, but I really must be going.” The paper crumpled in his fist. “Come, I’ll see you back home.”
“Thank you, no.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I believe I’ll stay here and enjoy the fine afternoon.” It was the tiniest act of rebellion, and hardly a satisfying setdown. But she had to assert herself somehow.
“Lily …”
She averted her eyes and stared at the fountain, effectively ending the conversation. If he would pretend not to hear her, she would pretend not to see him. After a moment, she caught the sight of him leaving out of the corner of her eye.
Lily remained on that bench for some minutes. Frustration surged through her veins, hot and angry. What an impossible situation. How could Julian be so protective of her, to the point of bullying men into proposing marriage—yet completely negligent when it came to his own well-being? Couldn’t he see that taking care of himself was the surest way to safeguard her happiness? As for his guilt … she was at a loss for new reassurances. There was nothing to say that she hadn’t repeated time and again, over the past several months. He always dismissed her words.
For the first time, she began to see this obsessive investigation as selfish, and worthy of some resentment. Which made her angrier with him still, because she didn’t want to resent Julian. She just wanted her friend back.
And then, suddenly, she got her wish. Her friend was back.
He towered over her. “Three,” he said, holding up the same number of fingers. “If you agree to consider marriage, I’ll escort you to three events. No more.”
A wave of relief lifted her to her feet. “Thank you, Julian. This is wonderful. We can start with dinner tonight, at Amelia and Morland’s.”
“What?”
“They’re back in London, since Friday last. Hadn’t you heard the good news?”
“Morland in London.” He scowled. “How can that be good news?”
“I know you and the duke don’t get on. But Amelia is my friend, and I’m glad to have her near.”
To say Julian and the Duke of Morland didn’t get on was rather like calling the Thames an insignificant trickle. The two men had nothing in common, save that ridiculous club Leo had started. Membership in the Stud Club was represented by ten brass tokens, and anyone holding a token was afforded breeding rights to Osiris, a valuable racehorse now retired to stud. In the wake of Leo’s murder, Julian had first insisted that Lily should marry Morland. When the duke married Amelia instead, Julian interrupted the wedding to accuse the duke of murdering Leo just to gain ownership of the horse. That too had proved a groundless accusation, but even once the duke was exonerated of any involvement, the enmity between the two men continued to grow.
They resented one another, actively. Sometimes violently.
And absurdly, in Lily’s opinion, for two men who had nothing to fight about, save shares in a horse.
“Amelia has already invited me to dinner tonight,” she said. “I’ll see that she invites you, too. A small party amongst friends will be the ideal way to ease my reintroduction to society. From there, we can go anywhere. Everywhere. Balls, the theater, the opera, assemblies.”
He shook his head. “From there, Amelia and Morland can be your social guides. If they’re in Town, you don’t need me.”
“Oh, no. Not so fast. You’ve promised me three nights, and I mean to hold you to your word.”
“Don’t you know? I’m an inveterate scoundrel. My word is worthless. Always has been.”
She smiled. “Not with me.”
He paused. Their gazes locked, and the moment stretched. Stretched into something of uncertain shape; a pocket of time that held more awkwardness than it logically should. Lily felt the uneasiness swirling around them, pooling in her belly. She didn’t understand its source and wasn’t sure she wished to.
“I really must go,” he finally said. “I’m late for an appointment with my tailors.”
Her uneasiness dissipated as he made a dashing bow in retreat. His spirits must be improved, if he was meeting with his tailors.
“Isn’t it?” His frustration was obvious. “If you don’t like my matchmaking, by all means, go into society and choose a husband yourself.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Within her, a decision dovetailed into place. “Very well, then. Perhaps I will.”
He shook his head. “Lily, sooner or later you’ll have to …”
She could tell the instant her meaning sank in. Julian froze from the tips of his boots to the roots of his hair, his mouth hanging open a fraction. To his credit, he did not quite fall off the bench.
“What did you say?” he asked. “Repeat it for me, slowly.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought that’s my line.”
He was not amused.
“I said, very well. I’ll offer you a bargain. I will reenter society. But only if you come with me.”
His expression went from displeasure to confusion.
“Come now. This is a bright, clear autumn afternoon.” She gestured at the bare-branched trees above them, so starkly outlined against the blue sky. “A perfect day to come out of mourning.”
“Come out of mourning? But …”
“Don’t misunderstand. We will never forget Leo. That would be impossible. But he would want us to move forward with our lives. We are both of us healthy and reasonably young, and we reside in one of the largest, grandest cities in Christendom. Let’s go out, see our friends. Have fun.”
“Fun?” His expression was incredulous. “The two of us?”
“Yes, fun. Amusement. Good cheer. I know it’s been awhile, but surely you remember the concept? You were always the life of a party before.”
“Yes, before. This is after.”
She gentled her demeanor. “It won’t come naturally. Not at first. But we simply cannot go on as we are. We must push ourselves to seek amusement and company. If we pretend to be happy convincingly enough, perhaps we will succeed in convincing ourselves.”
In truth, going to parties was the last thing in the world Lily felt like doing. But she could think of no other way to divert Julian from his reckless, pointless search. She had to do something.
He pushed a hand through his unruly black hair. “You just said you don’t want to marry.”
“I don’t. But since you insist … I’m willing to give a few gentlemen the opportunity to change my mind.”
“A few gentlemen? You’ll be besieged. Attend one party, and they’ll be milling three-deep on your doorstep the next morning.”
“Then I should think you’d be pleased.”
Oddly enough, Julian did not look especially pleased. He gave no answer, except to feint at a cluster of nearby pigeons, setting the creatures aflutter.
“Settle your feathers,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “If you want me to attract suitors, I need the company of a trusted friend. I need you. In social settings, Leo helped me manage in a hundred small ways. It will be difficult without him.”
“Difficult” did not begin to describe the prospect of facing society without her brother. Over the years, they’d developed a system for large gatherings. He helped her follow the conversation, let her know if she was speaking too softly or too loudly. Without him, Lily wasn’t sure how she’d manage at all. But she would find a way, if it meant saving Julian. He insisted it would only take a few events to have suitors thronging her doorstep. Well, perhaps it would take just a few events to remind him of his zest for life, pull him out of this deep well of sorrow. She could only pray.
“Lily, I cannot be your escort. It’s not appropriate. You’re aware of my reputation.”
“Yes. I’m aware of it.”
“I seduce women. It’s what I do. I enter into illicit affaires with what’s become quite tedious regularity. At one of my clubs, there’s a garland stretching the length of the billiard room, fashioned solely from the garters of my paramours.”
“I said, I’m aware of your reputation.” Lily’s mouth twisted. “But thank you so much for that vivid illustration.”
“It’s revolting, I know. It wasn’t my idea. They aren’t even truly the garters of my paramours,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “The fellows just string a new one up whenever I’ve—”
“Really. No further explanation is necessary.” She fought the blush creeping up her face. Men, and their tasteless displays of virility. “At any rate, you needn’t worry. I promise not to hamper your amatory pursuits.”
“No, that’s not it.” He made an impatient gesture. “You’ll be ruined. That’s the problem. If you’re seen with me too often, you’ll be tainted by association.”
“Ah, but only an impoverished lady must guard her reputation. People overlook those things where rank and fortune are involved.” She smiled. “Everyone will understand we are only friends. And even if they don’t … I must admit, it might give me a little thrill to be assumed one of your many conquests. Better than being thought an invalid. I may send one of my garters to your club.”
“Don’t even joke like that.” His face clouded, and he shifted his long limbs with restless vigor. She feared for the pigeons again.
He went on, “There are other reasons.”
“Such as …?”
“I simply haven’t the time. I’m busy. There are still places I haven’t searched, men I haven’t interviewed. I don’t have time for parties. For God’s sake, I haven’t even been round to the club in months.”
Precisely my point.
“Julian, it’s a few evenings of your time. I’m not asking for forever.” When he set his jaw and looked away, she sighed. “Leo was killed. His murderers may never be found. It was a devastating tragedy. We have grieved and mourned and suffered. But now I have accepted the reality and decided to move forward. Don’t I deserve a chance to enjoy life again?”
“Of course you do, but I—” He bit off his reply.
“But you don’t. That’s what you were going to say.”
He made no attempt to deny it.
“That’s the source of your hesitance,” she said, scanning his face. “You don’t think you deserve to be happy. You’re still blaming yourself for Leo’s death. Risking your health, seeking out danger, starving yourself …” She grabbed for his hand and held it tight. “Julian, it wasn’t your fault. No one blames you, least of all me. Leo would hate to see you like this. You have to—”
“No.” He stood, shaking off her grip. “I can’t do as you ask.” He spoke down at her as he straightened his coat sleeves. “If you want a social chaperone, find someone else.”
Lily stared up at him. His cold refusal hurt beyond expression. “This morning,” she said carefully, “you said you would do anything for me.”
He flinched, almost imperceptibly, and pretended not to hear. A cruel trick, that. He knew she couldn’t always be sure of her voice’s volume. By ignoring her, he hoped she’d conclude that he’d missed her words entirely.
She thrust her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small tablet and pencil. She always carried these items, in case she needed to make certain she was understood. The tablet came in handy with shopkeepers and such. The fact that she had to resort to this with Julian was a sad comment on the state of their friendship.
Anything for me?
After underscoring the first word, she shoved the scrawled phrase into his hand.
“I was drugged and exhausted, Lily. Not myself, as you said. Now I’m sorry, but I really must be going.” The paper crumpled in his fist. “Come, I’ll see you back home.”
“Thank you, no.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I believe I’ll stay here and enjoy the fine afternoon.” It was the tiniest act of rebellion, and hardly a satisfying setdown. But she had to assert herself somehow.
“Lily …”
She averted her eyes and stared at the fountain, effectively ending the conversation. If he would pretend not to hear her, she would pretend not to see him. After a moment, she caught the sight of him leaving out of the corner of her eye.
Lily remained on that bench for some minutes. Frustration surged through her veins, hot and angry. What an impossible situation. How could Julian be so protective of her, to the point of bullying men into proposing marriage—yet completely negligent when it came to his own well-being? Couldn’t he see that taking care of himself was the surest way to safeguard her happiness? As for his guilt … she was at a loss for new reassurances. There was nothing to say that she hadn’t repeated time and again, over the past several months. He always dismissed her words.
For the first time, she began to see this obsessive investigation as selfish, and worthy of some resentment. Which made her angrier with him still, because she didn’t want to resent Julian. She just wanted her friend back.
And then, suddenly, she got her wish. Her friend was back.
He towered over her. “Three,” he said, holding up the same number of fingers. “If you agree to consider marriage, I’ll escort you to three events. No more.”
A wave of relief lifted her to her feet. “Thank you, Julian. This is wonderful. We can start with dinner tonight, at Amelia and Morland’s.”
“What?”
“They’re back in London, since Friday last. Hadn’t you heard the good news?”
“Morland in London.” He scowled. “How can that be good news?”
“I know you and the duke don’t get on. But Amelia is my friend, and I’m glad to have her near.”
To say Julian and the Duke of Morland didn’t get on was rather like calling the Thames an insignificant trickle. The two men had nothing in common, save that ridiculous club Leo had started. Membership in the Stud Club was represented by ten brass tokens, and anyone holding a token was afforded breeding rights to Osiris, a valuable racehorse now retired to stud. In the wake of Leo’s murder, Julian had first insisted that Lily should marry Morland. When the duke married Amelia instead, Julian interrupted the wedding to accuse the duke of murdering Leo just to gain ownership of the horse. That too had proved a groundless accusation, but even once the duke was exonerated of any involvement, the enmity between the two men continued to grow.
They resented one another, actively. Sometimes violently.
And absurdly, in Lily’s opinion, for two men who had nothing to fight about, save shares in a horse.
“Amelia has already invited me to dinner tonight,” she said. “I’ll see that she invites you, too. A small party amongst friends will be the ideal way to ease my reintroduction to society. From there, we can go anywhere. Everywhere. Balls, the theater, the opera, assemblies.”
He shook his head. “From there, Amelia and Morland can be your social guides. If they’re in Town, you don’t need me.”
“Oh, no. Not so fast. You’ve promised me three nights, and I mean to hold you to your word.”
“Don’t you know? I’m an inveterate scoundrel. My word is worthless. Always has been.”
She smiled. “Not with me.”
He paused. Their gazes locked, and the moment stretched. Stretched into something of uncertain shape; a pocket of time that held more awkwardness than it logically should. Lily felt the uneasiness swirling around them, pooling in her belly. She didn’t understand its source and wasn’t sure she wished to.
“I really must go,” he finally said. “I’m late for an appointment with my tailors.”
Her uneasiness dissipated as he made a dashing bow in retreat. His spirits must be improved, if he was meeting with his tailors.
