Captive Pride (36 page)

“What's wrong?” John asked worriedly.

“It looks as if our deal with Lord Kincade is going to fall through,” he answered succinctly.

“Why?” CC couldn't stop herself from inquiring.

“The Kincade ship carrying the arms we needed is due in port in a matter of hours. According to our agreement, we were to pay him in full upon taking delivery of the goods.”

“Yes. So?” another member wondered.

“So we're short. We don't have the full amount we agreed to, and Lord Kincade has threatened to call off the arrangement if he doesn't receive payment in time.”

“Did you tell him we were good for it?” CC spoke up again.

“Of course, but he wasn't buying. It's cash before delivery or nothing. Does anyone have any ideas?”

CC's thoughts strayed from the conversation at hand. She could imagine Noah's mercenary attitude. He cared only for his own pleasure and profit. Obviously Noah wanted money, and just as obviously, he intended to get it. Nothing else mattered to him. Nothing else except…A shiver shook her as she remembered their last encounter. There was one thing Noah had wanted that he hadn't gotten. Her.

From the very beginning, he had accused her of trading her favors for the rebel cause. He had been wrong those times, but maybe this time it would be a risk worth taking. CC's mind was racing as she began to plan.

CC said no more as Graves continued to discuss the issue with those present. Tonight Noah would be at the Winthrop ball, as she would be, and she was going to make him an offer. It was an offer she felt reasonably confident that he wouldn't refuse. Surely, as much as Noah had said he wanted her, he would not turn her down.

 

Geoffrey Radcliffe stared at his servant, his expression one of outrage. “What do you mean, Kincade's managed to elude your man twice?”

“I'm sorry, my lord,” Bartley was apologetic. “The best I can figure is that he's aware of the surveillance.”

“How could that be?”

“I don't know. All I know is that he disappeared from the Red Lion the night of the disturbance at Griffin's Wharf. The man watching him didn't even realize he'd gone until he saw him returning late that night.”

“And?”

“He disappeared yesterday for several hours.”

“You have no idea where he went?”

“No, m'lord. I'm sorry.”

“Well you should be!” Geoffrey raged as he imagined Kincade sharing Eve's bed, tasting of her passion. “I expected competence, Bartley!”

“I know.” He was suitably humble. “I do have some new information on his brother, if that's of any consolation to you.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Young Matthew Kincade is deeply involved with the dissidents.”

“He is, is he?” Geoffrey's eyes narrowed dangerously as he considered how he could use the information.

“Yes. I don't have positive identification on this, but my sources are reasonably certain that he was one of the ‘Indians' at Griffin's Wharf.”

“I see…. And that's the same night that Noah Kincade was gone from the inn, correct?”

“Yes, Lord Radcliffe.”

“Did your informants indicate that Noah Kincade might have been one of the ‘Indians,' too?”

“No. There was nothing said about that possibility.”

Bartley's answer was not the one Geoffrey had wanted to hear, and his mood grew black. “Have the surveillance continued,” he told him abruptly.

“Yes, m'lord.”

“That will be all, Bartley,” he dismissed.

When the servant had gone, Geoffrey settled back in his chair to ponder all he'd just learned. He had been seeing Eve regularly, yet he still did not trust her completely. She had capitulated to his way of thinking much too quickly for him to believe the validity of her professed change toward Kincade. Perhaps Eve was still interested in the other man and had warned him to take care when coming to see her. That possibility bore consideration.

The other possibility—that of Kincade being involved with the rebels in some illegal way and its resulting ramifications—would certain spell disaster for the arrogant nobleman, if only he could prove it. Geoffrey swore under his breath at his lack of vital information.

Tonight at the Winthrop's he would observe Kincade carefully and perhaps discover the real truth behind his “secretive” activities.

“CC, darling, whatever is the matter with you tonight?” Caroline asked sharply as she noticed her friend's lack of interest in their discussion.

“Yes, CC. Is something wrong?” Marianna pursued. The Winthrop's ball was certainly among the high points of the social season, and yet CC seemed to be distracted, as if her thoughts were elsewhere.

“Nothing's wrong,” CC answered quickly, annoyed that she had let her disquiet show. “Why do you ask?”

“You seem rather vague this evening. It's almost like you're here, but your thoughts aren't,” Margaret observed. “I noticed John isn't here yet. Is he coming later?”

“I wouldn't know,” she replied flatly.

“CC! You're not telling us that you've thrown John over?”

“No, I'm not telling you that. You seemed to have guessed it all by yourselves,” CC snapped.

Her friends looked genuinely perplexed by her manner.

“CC, we hadn't meant to pry. It's just so unusual for you to be so…oh, I don't know…quiet, I suppose.” Marianna tried to make amends.

Instantly contrite for revealing too much of her own inner turmoil, CC turned a warm smile on the three women who'd been her closest friends for as long as she could remember. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so sharp with you.”

“It's perfectly all right, dear,” Caroline assured her. “We all have our days.”

“Indeed we do,” Margaret agreed, and then urged, “But tell us. What happened with John? You two had been so close for so long.”

“I know.” CC knew it would do no good to try to avoid telling them the truth, for one way or the other they would eventually find out. “I care for John very much, but he wanted to get married. I'm just not ready for marriage yet.”

“You could have done far worse,” Marianna said.

“That's true, Marianna, but I don't love John,” she said with very real conviction. As much as she thought of John and had tried to love him, Noah Kincade was the only man who would ever hold her heart.

“I suppose we might as well drop the subject then,” Caroline sighed, “although I was hoping for a spring wedding for the two of you.”

“You're just going to have to wait a little longer,” CC replied, making an effort to keep her tone teasing.

Margaret, who'd been keeping an eagle eye on the entry way to check on late arrivals, broke into the conversation in hushed tones. “Look! There's Eve…. And, well, my goodness…tonight she's with Lord Radcliffe! The way things had gone at your ball, CC, I would have expected her to show up with Lord Kincade.”

All eyes turned in the widow's direction and watched her grand entrance into the ballroom.

“My goodness, she certainly does spread her favors around, doesn't she?” Caroline put in sarcastically as she gazed disdainfully in Eve's direction, critically assessing the other woman's low-cut, stylish gown of deep rose silk.

“I wish the woman would make up her mind!” Margaret sniped. “But, of course, as long as she's dallying with both of the Englishmen, the rest of our men are safe. I doubt she has time for more than two….”

“I hadn't thought she could best her last gown for outrageousness, but she certainly gives it a try with that one,” Caroline supplied, noting how dangerously close Eve's bosom came to being fully exposed.

“I hope she doesn't sneeze or bend over,” Margaret added, giving the others a quick, mocking smile, and laughter rippled softly through their midst. “Of course, it might just be the highlight of the evening if she did.”

CC watched Eve with Radcliffe and was greatly relieved to discover that she had not come with Noah. A knot of apprehension tightened in her stomach, though, as she regarded the slender beauty, her hair powdered and piled high in another stunning design, her hips swaying suggestively in her full-skirted gown. There was no doubt about Eve's attractiveness, and just because the other woman hadn't come with Noah didn't mean she wouldn't make a play for him once he arrived.

Nervously anticipating seeing Noah again, CC kept her eyes trained on the hall and wondered when he would finally get there. She knew it was going to be difficult approaching him. She had ended her involvement with him and had hoped never to speak with him again. Yet she knew she had to make the sacrifice for the sake of the revolution.

“Oh, look…” Marianna spoke up. “Lord Kincade's finally arrived, and he's come alone. Do you suppose he asked Eve and she turned him down for Geoffrey?”

“Hardly,” CC remarked. “There's no comparison between them.”

“Do I detect a note of interest in Lord Kincade on your part?” Caroline was quick to note her defense of the handsome Englishman.

“No,” she denied. “I just find Geoffrey totally obnoxious.”

“Ah, the lesser of two evils, CC?” Margaret questioned.

“Something like that.” CC's reply was vague.

The subject was dropped, yet the other women couldn't help but notice that CC was watching Noah Kincade's every move. And indeed she was. He looked so magnificently attractive in his black velvet coat, dark breeches, and snowy white ruffled shirt and cravat that she couldn't tear her gaze away. She found it difficult to believe that she had actually shared Noah's passion, and she knew in that moment that she would never stop loving him. CC had hoped that by staying away from him her feelings for him would lessen, but now she knew her love for him was for all time and would never cease. Her going to him for the cause would not be a sacrifice of her body, but a sacrifice of her soul, for it would devastate her to love him again and then have to be parted from him.

CC wasn't quite certain of the best way to approach him, and she worried at what his reaction to her would be. Excusing herself from her friends, she moved to the refreshment table to sample the punch, hoping to fortify herself before the big encounter.

Eve was casually making the rounds of the ballroom on Geoffrey's arm, greeting and being greeted by the other guests, when she first saw Noah enter the room alone. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. He was so darkly handsome, and his perfectly tailored clothing clung to his tall, masculine frame. She longed to be free of Geoffrey and in Noah's heated embrace, but she knew she had to be very cautious this evening. She had managed to convince Geoffrey of her devotion, and she could not risk revealing her true feelings to him. Not yet. Not until she had the information that could help Noah. Though she had been seeing Geoffrey regularly since the Demorest ball, she had not yet managed to secure even one thread of information from him about Noah's so-called dangerous activities. Eve felt trapped now by Geoffrey's manipulations and by the power of her own desire for Noah. There was nothing she wanted more than to become Noah's lover and, ultimately, his wife, and she was furious at her own inability to achieve that goal. When Geoffrey's arm slipped possessively about Eve's waist, it took a major effort for her to maintain a politely civil demeanor and gaze up at him seemingly with affection.

Noah glanced about the crowded ballroom, his expression carefully schooled to reveal none of his displeasure at being there. Had it not been necessary for his business dealings, he would have remained at the inn to await word from the rebels. He had still not heard from Graves. With the
Pride
due in port at any time, he was growing concerned as to whether or not the deal would be concluded. Certainly he had a market with the government, but his profit would suffer considerably, and that was one thought that did not sit well with him.
Damn the rebels anyway!
he thought viciously.

Noah looked about, searching for a familiar face, and to his dismay, his gaze collided with CC's as she stood alone at the refreshment table. Anger surged through him as he felt his desire flare to life at the sight of her. He didn't want to care about CC. He didn't want to feel this unending need for her, yet he did. It annoyed Noah to no end that he had been unable to dismiss his feelings for her. She was only a woman. He'd had many before and, no doubt, would have many after her. He had proposed. She had refused him. That ended it. He had been a fool to offer her marriage, and he was thankful now that she'd turned him down. She had made her feelings for him perfectly clear, and they had both finally recognized that what had existed between them had been sheer animal lust. Surely, he reasoned as he turned coldly away from her direction, the passion he felt for her would fade with time.

“Lord Kincade! Good to see you.”

At the sound of Edward Demorest's warm greeting, Noah faced the older man and shook his hand. “Edward, it's good to see you, too.”

“Has Matthew come with you?” Edward glanced around, wondering at the younger nobleman's absence.

“No. He had other plans for the evening.”

“Pity. I would have enjoyed seeing him again. He's a good lad. I like your brother.”

“I'm sure he feels the same way about you, Edward,” Noah replied honestly.

“Shall we join the others?” Edward suggested, drawing him toward a small group of guests.

“By all means,” he agreed, hiding his displeasure at finding Eve and Radcliffe in the gathering, along with Percival Thornhill and his host, Harley Winthrop. “Good evening, Eve…Radcliffe.”

“Kincade.” Geoffrey returned his greeting.

Noah watched Geoffrey surreptitiously for a moment, wondering if news of his brother's death had reached him yet. He was relieved to discover that there was no change in the man's demeanor toward him.

“Good evening, Noah.” Eve boldly used his first name as she fought to keep her desire for him from showing.

“Eve. You're looking lovely this evening.” His gaze dropped to the tops of her lush breasts, so daringly exposed. He toyed with the idea of taking up with her. Certainly, after CC's erratic behavior, a warm and willing woman would be wonderful. The thought held some appeal.

“Thank you.” She smiled faintly, aware of Geoffrey's presence at her side and knowing that it would not be wise to push things at this time.

Noah nodded his greeting to Winthrop and Thornhill. “Gentlemen. Thank you for the invitation, Major.”

“It's an honor to have you,” Winthrop replied. “Your brother didn't come?”

“No, but he sends his regrets.”

“Give him my best.”

“I shall.”

“Harley…have you any more information about the raid on the ships?” Edward asked, resuming their earlier conversation. He was worried about the possible disruption of trade by the renegade colonists.

“We know who did it,” Winthrop replied levelly, his tone deadly.

“Then why don't you prosecute?” Geoffrey demanded, puzzled by the government's lack of action in the case. It had been an outrage against England that these backwater “Americans,” as they were beginning to call themselves, had dumped three shiploads of the finest tea in the harbor.

Harley's lips thinned into a smile that seemed more of a grimace. “We aren't prosecuting, Lord Radcliffe, because we can't find any witnesses willing to testify.”

“That's ridiculous,” Geoffrey sneered. “Surely you have some means of making them talk!”

“Are you suggesting violence?” Edward's eyes widened as he looked to the aristocrat.

“Whatever it takes. These rabble-rousers cannot be allowed to continue to run the city! Destroy them now, before they cause even more damage.”

“Lord Radcliffe, while your suggestion is valid, I'm afraid we'd end up arresting most of the population of Boston. There were thousands of people at the wharf that night…thousands!”

“So you're not going to do anything?” Edward was dismayed.

“We are going to act, but not until we have direction from Parliament. Dispatches have already been sent.”

“In the meantime, we sit and wait and hope the rebels don't riot again,” Edward complained. “Mobs controlled this city once before, and I don't want to see that happen to us again.”

“The colonials are so stupid,” Geoffrey remarked disdainfully, hoping to prod Kincade into revealing something incriminating here before Winthrop and Thornhill.

“They can't be too stupid if they dumped the tea and managed to get away with it,” Noah remarked dryly. He was surprised to find himself angered by Geoffrey's attitude and defending the dissidents.

“They haven't managed to get away with it!” Thornhill countered.

“Oh?” Noah quirked a brow questioningly at the officer. “It seems to me, from the tone of your conversation, that they have.”

“They'll be punished for their outrage, mark my words,” Harley put in seriously.

“Indeed they will be, eventually,” Edward agreed, disappointed that action against the rebels wouldn't be immediately forthcoming, but knowing that certain channels had to be followed.

Noah looked at Edward and wondered what he would say if he knew of his daughter's involvement with the rebels. “As you say. But if you can't prove anyone's involvement, I don't see how you can exact retribution. Unless, of course, you decide to punish the entire city.”

Winthrop and Thornhill nodded. “It will probably be our only alternative, considering our current situation.”

“The entire city?” Noah was surprised.

“Indeed. If so many people were actually witnesses of the dumping of the tea and yet not one of them will come forth with information, then I think a general punishment is definitely in order. That is, if there's no way for the military to handle it,” Geoffrey added as he opened his ornate snuffbox and took a pinch, enjoying that small vice to the fullest. “I think it's essential that we teach these insurgents a lesson, once and for all. They shouldn't be allowed to disrupt things.”

“If a plan of that sort is enacted, I hardly think it's the colonists who are the stupid ones.” Noah felt certain that any retribution against the town of Boston would inevitably lead to tragedy. There was much more involved here than just a few shiploads of tea. Still, he found himself wondering at his need to debate the point.