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Authors: Christie Kelley
Bewitching the Duke (17 page)
Roberts didn’t need to say another word. Everyone knew Randall’s abilities were limited at best. The poor man would more than likely get lost on the estate as darkness fell. “Have a horse saddled for me, Roberts.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Now he just had to explain what happened to Selina without her getting upset. Although he doubted that would be possible. As Roberts walked down the corridor, Colin turned toward his room.
Approaching Selina quietly, he worried about her reaction. Somehow, they would have to find a way for her to escape the house without notice. He sat down next to her and kissed her bare shoulder. A slight moan escaped her lips.
“Selina,” he whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“You need to wake up. Someone needs you.”
She popped up into a sitting position. He barely had time to get out of the way. “What? Who’s sick?”
He quickly explained what happened as she dressed.
“Damn fool,” she muttered as she grabbed her stays. “Can you help me with these?”
“Of course.” It took far longer to loop the stays through the holes than it did to loosen them. “There.”
She grabbed the dress and held it out at arms’ length. “I can’t wear this to attend to a patient.”
“Don’t you have your day dress in the room next door?”
She slid a glance at the connecting door. “Certainly,” she said quickly. “Why don’t you go downstairs and tell Mr. Roberts that you will go look for me outside?”
Why did she suddenly seem in a rush to get rid of him? “Won’t you need help with your dress?”
“No, it buttons up the front.”
“You will need help getting downstairs without being seen.”
She shook her head. “I can run down the servants’ steps. If anyone sees me, I’ll . . . tell them they must have just missed me after I was visiting Kate’s room.”
“Very well.” He pulled his Hessians on and then walked over to her. He pulled her up against his chest and kissed her firmly. “Don’t get caught,” he said with a laugh and then strolled out the door.
He highly doubted her plan would work but kept his thoughts to himself. Perhaps she would be lucky enough not to be caught by the staff. Then again, he wasn’t sure why it mattered. She had told him that the tenants want her to have a child whether within the bounds of matrimony or not.
The idea of Selina carrying his child stopped him at the top of the stairs. He’d been so carried away by desire, he never thought of the possibility. She could be with child at this very moment.
His child.
He grabbed the rail as emotions flooded him. He’d told himself he would never get another woman with child. The thought of losing another wife and child left him cold. He could not go through that again.
He would not go through that again.
Selina watched as Colin reached the stairs. “Go down the steps,” she whispered.
Why wasn’t he moving? She had to get him out of the corridor so she could run upstairs to the room where her dresses were. He grabbed the railing and she was certain he was about to depart. Instead, his legs didn’t move.
“Go,” she whispered again.
Finally, he started down the steps. Releasing a long breath, she raced out of his room and up the back staircase. She reached her room and closed the door behind her. She pulled out a dress from the linen press and quickly dressed. She had no idea what had actually happened to Davie Patterson’s shoulder, but his mother would be worried sick.
She pulled her small valise out from under the bed. After putting on her short boots and tying her hair back, she ran back down the servants’ steps. Thankfully, no one saw her and she was outside in only a few seconds.
Following the path with light from the full moon, she walked toward the Pattersons’ house. A branch snapped behind her. Selina stopped to peer back toward the house.
“Is there a reason you didn’t wait for me?”
She let out a sigh. “I had no idea you would want to accompany me.”
Colin caught up with her. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”
“How do you think I deliver babies? They rarely seem to arrive during the daylight.”
“You should have a servant to go with you.”
Selina laughed and shook her head. “You wealthy lords have no idea how anyone else lives, do you?”
He stopped. “Of course I do.”
“No, you do not. I barely afford the rent here. Many times, it’s only because the tenants all pitch in when I’m short. I can’t afford a servant or a horse.”
“But I can,” he said slowly.
“Do not even think it,” she scolded him. “I am not your mistress and will not take charity from you.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
She doubted he had any idea of what she went through every month. The tenants did their best to pay her but most had little to their own name. She sold her poultices and dried herbs at the market but the money rarely was enough for the rent.
Not that she would have to worry about it this month. She’d be damned if she paid him a farthing while she hid out in his house.
“How much farther is it to the house?” he asked.
“Haven’t you called on Mrs. Patterson since your return?”
He turned his head away. It was far too dark to notice if he had the good sense to look embarrassed.
“You haven’t called on your tenants, have you?”
“I don’t know them any longer,” he said softly. “I only know the names from the ledger my steward sends me every month.”
“It’s time you paid a call on every one of them. And you shall start tomorrow afternoon.”
“Selina,” he said, then paused for a long moment. “They hate me.”
“They don’t hate you.” Perhaps extreme dislike in some cases but not all. “If you give them a chance to get to know you, they will come to appreciate all that you do.”
“And what exactly do I do for them?”
He would have to ask such a difficult question. “You provide them with a home. They have excellent farmland. You give them a generous stipend for their crops.”
“I don’t make an appearance on this land for eight years. I don’t make necessary repairs on their homes or my own.”
Hearing the guilt in his voice, she had to help him. “They will forgive you if you only give them a chance. They all know why you haven’t returned for so long. Let them into your life and you will find absolution and friendship.”
“I don’t know how much longer I will be here, Selina.”
Her step faltered. Even knowing a relationship with a duke was out of the question, she’d become used to seeing him every day. Talking with him. Making love with him . . . even if it was only twice.
She didn’t want him to leave.
And yet, she knew it would be best if he left.
Then she could resume her old life. With no one to speak with except the neighbor’s cat who came to visit. She would miss the cur if he returned to London.
“You’ve become very quiet,” he said in a soft tone.
She glanced up to see the Pattersons’ house coming into view. She couldn’t admit to him that she would miss him. Besides, their relationship was wrong in so many ways. It would be far better if he left. “We’re almost there.”
At least now, she could focus on Davie’s injuries and not the idea of losing the man she might just be falling for.
Falling for?
That could never happen. She couldn’t let it.
She pushed the disturbing thought out of her head and knocked on the door.
Mrs. Patterson pulled open the door. “Selina, thank God you’re here. . . .” Her voice trailed off as she noticed Colin. “Yer . . . Your Grace,” she stuttered. “Welcome to my home.”
“I hope you don’t mind, Mrs. Patterson. Miss White had been at my home looking after my sister. I didn’t feel comfortable letting her walk here alone after dark.”
“Of course.” She waved them inside. “Davie is in his bedroom, Selina. He’s in terrible pain. I think it’s broken.”
“I’ll take a look. He most likely broke his arm in the fall and the pain is radiating to his shoulder.” She turned to Colin. “Your Grace, I might need your assistance.”
Colin looked slightly taken aback. “You might?”
She took his arm and led him away from Davie’s mother. “If the arm is broken, I might need you to hold him down while I set it.”
“Can’t his father assist you?”
She smiled at his squeamish tone. “No, his father died last year.”
Colin closed his eyes and nodded. “Very well, then. Of course, I will help you. It can’t be much worse than assisting in a foaling.”
“Mrs. Patterson, is Davie’s room the first door on the right?” she asked, turning toward the woman.
“Yes, do you want me to come with you?”
“No, you stay down here. The duke will assist me tonight.”
Mrs. Patterson’s mouth gaped and then she recovered. “Call me if you need me. I’ll be putting Mary to bed.”
Selina glanced about the room until she noticed the three-year-old sitting in a chair in the corner, sucking her thumb. “Good evening, Mary.”
The little girl’s eyes grew large. She withdrew her thumb and said, “Hello, Miss Selina.”
Mrs. Patterson came up beside Selina. “She’s still a little shaken from what happened. She was throwing her doll up in the air when it got stuck in the tree. Davie went up to fetch it for her.”
“Will he be all right?” she asked softly.
“Let me go look at him, sweetling.” Selina walked up the steps and Colin followed behind her. “I hope it’s not too serious.”
Colin inhaled deeply and continued up the stairs. Nausea roiled in his belly. This was mad. He was no physician. And neither was she. “Do you think we should call for the doctor?”
She stopped in front of a door. “No, I do not. I’ve seen that man do more harm than good.”
She opened the door to Davie’s room with a smile. “Well, Davie, I hear you’re quite the hero tonight.”
He groaned. “No, Miss Selina. I was just trying to help my baby sister.”
“Like any good hero would,” Colin added.
“Who’s he?” Davie asked.
“If you weren’t already in pain, I’d punch you,” his older sister said. “That’s His Grace.”
Davie’s eyes widened. “Sorry, Yer Grace. I never met you before.”
“Meg, go down and help your mother get Mary to bed,” Selina ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.” The girl ran from the room after a quick curtsy to Colin.
He remained at the foot of the bed as Selina sat down next to Davie. He watched as she examined the boy’s arm and shoulder. Davie’s shoulder looked swollen.
“Davie, were you hanging from the tree before you fell?” Selina asked and then moved to her bag.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Your Grace, I will definitely need your assistance. It looks like Davie didn’t break his arm after all.”
“Then why do you need me?”
“He dislocated his shoulder.” She turned back and looked at him. “I will need you to hold him while I put it back in place.”
“Is it going to hurt?” Davie whispered.
She walked over to the pitcher and poured some water into a glass. She mixed some powder into the water. “I’ll give you a little something to help the pain. Once it’s back in place, you’ll feel so much better. And you will get to wear a sling for a week or two. You shall be able to brag about your heroic deed to all your friends.”
Davie smiled as he took the glass from her. He scrunched up his face as he sipped it.
Colin walked over to the bed and said, “My nurse always told me it was better to drink the bitter medicine down quickly.”
“Exactly,” Selina remarked. “And then you get a lemon drop.” She waited until Davie had swallowed all the water before handing him the treat.
“Thank you.”
“Are you ready?” she asked Colin.
No. He’d heard tales of how painful this was and he would never be ready to watch an eight-year-old go through it. He looked over at Davie who was starting to yawn. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“I need you to hold him down. Even though I gave him the laudanum he still might fight you.”
Colin nodded and then moved over to hold Davie in place. The door opened behind him and he heard Mrs. Patterson gasp. Selina never took her eyes off Davie. With a deep breath in, she rotated his shoulder until it popped back into place. Davie screamed and Colin held him tight.
He glanced back to see Mrs. Patterson hold a fist to her mouth, tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s all right now, Davie,” he crooned. “The worst is over.”
He wiped away the tears from the boy’s cheek. “Shh, no one but us will know you cried.”
Davie nodded. “Thank you.”
Selina went back to her bag and pulled out a sheet of cotton. She folded it into a triangle and then moved to the bed. “Help him sit up.”
Colin reached behind Davie and pushed him up to a sitting position. “Now you get that sling.”
Selina arranged the sling in place and then started to pack up her valise. She pulled out a small bag and gave it to Mrs. Patterson. “Give this to him every four hours for the pain. I’ll come back and check on him tomorrow afternoon. I want him resting for at least a week.”
Colin snorted. “Good luck. No eight-year-old boy is going to rest in bed for a week.”
Selina glared back at him and then smiled at Mrs. Patterson. “At least try.”
“You did a great job tonight, Davie,” he said, squeezing the boy’s hand.
“No, I didn’t,” he mumbled.
“What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t reach Mary’s doll. I tried to jump for it and that’s when I fell.”
Colin saw the disappointment on Davie’s face and knew what he had to do. “I’ll be right back.”
“C-Your Grace, where are you going?” Selina asked.
“I shall return in a moment.” He ran downstairs and grabbed the lantern from the table. He walked outside and held the light up toward the tree in front of the house. Smiling, he climbed up the tree and reached for the cloth doll stuck on a limb.
With the doll in hand, he returned to Davie’s bedchamber. He held the doll behind his back. “Do you think the patient can get up for just a short moment?”
Selina frowned. “I don’t . . .” Her voice trailed off as he turned just enough that she could see what he held. “I think he can get up for a moment.”
“Why?” Davie mumbled.
“The laudanum is making him sleepy,” Selina commented. “You need to hurry.”
“Come on, boy,” Colin said, gently helping Davie out of the bed. “You must return the maiden’s doll.”
“What?”
“Your sister’s doll,” he said, holding out the toy.
“You got it!”
“Yes, but your sister doesn’t have to know that. You can tell her you were able to get it.”
Colin walked with Davie across the hall to his sisters’ bedroom. Meg let them in and smiled when she saw what they held.
“She’ll be so happy! She’s been crying ever since Mama put her in here.”
Davie went over to his sister and sat on the bed. Mary looked up at him and cried harder.
“Mary, it’s all right. Look at what I have for you.”
Mary’s wet eyes grew large when she saw her doll. “You got Molly!”
“Yes, His Grace helped me,” Davie said and then smiled back at Colin.
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