Desires of a Baron (25 page)

Chapter
Thirty

The week that followed their wedding had to be filled with the most fun and love Lucy had ever experienced.

During the day the three of them would paint together or go on walks and talk, and at night (or whenever they could sneak away from Seth during daylight hours), their bed was alight with heated passion.

“
Are you sure you and Seth don’t mind spending all day here alone?” Giles asked, straightening his cravat for no less than the fifteenth time.

Lucy rose up on her knees and holding the sheet against her naked skin, walked across the bed toward him on her knees. “Yes. Mrs. Plum mentioned yesterday that as the mistress of the house I need to come up with a menu for the week. I think it might be rather fun to do.” She pressed herself against him and looped her arms around his neck. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, you know.”

He swallowed audibly. “Yes, I do. If I’m to be an effective nobleman I need to resume my seat in parliament. No matter how painfully dull the meetings might be.”

Lucy pulled back and smoothed down his coat. For as unprepared to be a baroness as she felt she was, she felt an overwhelming amount of pride for him pushing past his fears and taking up his seat in the House of Lords. It was his right to be there and he shouldn’t let anyone or anything keep him from it if he wanted to go. Even her and her past.

She sat back on her heels and nervously chewed her lower lip. “Giles, can I tell you something before you go?”

“
Of course.”

She’d known this moment was coming since she’d agreed to marry him. He had every right to know. She knew that and even planned to tell him. She didn’t realize it’d be so soon though and was only made more urgent when he’d announced that he intended to attend session today upon waking.

“Do you not think I should go?”

Lucy started. “No, not at all.” She licked her lips. “I think you should go—but only if you want to. I’m sure there are others who don’t always attend.”

“I know, and I might become one of those, but I think I should give it a try. I owe it to my barony, don’t I?”

“
Yes, you do.” She offered him a slim smile. “But I need to tell you something.”

“
All right.”

She blinked back hot tears. If this kept him from going, she’d be devastated. Still, he had a right to know from her, not from anyone else. “Giles, there’s a good chance that Seth’s father will be there today.”

“I know,” he said simply.

“
You do?” she croaked.

He nodded. “I already thought about it and if he says something to me about it, I’ll just inform him that he’s the most unfortunate man in existence because of his overwhelming stupidity.”

Lucy would be touched at his words if she weren’t still in shock that he knew the identity of Seth’s father. She’d always been careful not to say his name or Paul’s last name. “How did you know that Lord Bonnington was Seth’s father?”

“
I didn’t.” He shrugged. “I just knew he had a title.”

Her skin turned to gooseflesh. Had he hired a Runner to investigate her? “How did you know?”

“Seth.”

“
Seth told you that his father was a lord?” she breathed, dumbfounded.

“
Not exactly. He just speculated as much.”

“
Speculated?” She ignored the shrillness in her voice and clutched the sheet more tightly against herself. “The two of you spent time speculating on this together?”

“
No. Just him.”

“
And what did he say?”

“
Nothing.”

She leaned her head to the side. “It couldn’t have been nothing if he speculated on who his father was.”

“He asked if I knew how babies were made—”

“
He did?”
He was only eleven, surely he didn’t need to know the details about
that
yet. “What did you tell him?”

“
Nothing.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He walked over to her and put his large hands on her shoulders. “It was when I still thought you’d marry Simon. I thought he should be the one to explain it to him, so I just let Seth tell me what he thought he knew and said I’d only confirm if he were right or wrong.”

Lucy’s mind swam with all the information she’d just been told. “You could have told him,” she whispered. Heaven knows Seth would never come to her for the answer to that.

“I didn’t know that at the time. I thought you’d want to be the one to tell him or would have Simon do it.”

She could understand his position. “Well, if he asks you again, or about anything else, I’d appreciate it if you’d answer his questions.”

Giles nodded. “I will.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “May I ask what he already knows?”

“That there needs to be a man and a woman involved...”

Lucy wanted to bury her face in her hands to stave off the embarrassment of what her son must know she and Giles had been doing together at night.

“...Then he said he thought his father might be a lord.”

Lucy snapped her head up. “And that’s all he knows? Or all he
thinks
he knows, rather?”

Giles frowned. “Do you not intend to tell him?”

“No. Never.”

“
Why not?”

“
Because I don’t want that vile man around Seth.”

“
I didn’t suggest we invite him over for dinner, but don’t you think that Seth has a right to know?”

“
No.”

Giles moved toward the door. “Very well.”

“Very well?” What did that mean? “Giles, you aren’t intending to tell him, are you?”

“
Right now? No. But if he asks me again—” he shrugged— “probably.”

Lucy’s face heated with anger. “It’s not your place to tell him that.”

“You just gave me leave to explain anything to him that he might have questions about. I won’t bring it up with him, but if he asks me, I won’t lie to him.”

“
You have no right,” she seethed as Giles walked to the threshold. “This isn’t your secret to tell.”

Giles paused in the threshold of their room and without looking back at her, said. “Nor is it yours to keep.”

***

Lucy wiped her sweaty hands on the front of her gown as she waited for Goosey, Lord Belgrave’s aging butler, to answer the door.

“Lord Belgrave is not accepting callers,” he said with a slight snarl.

Lucy’s face flushed at the words that hung between them. He must think she’s a doxy coming to use her charms on a married man. Well, she was not. She handed him one of Giles’ calling cards. “Even to Lady Norcourt?”

The butler looked unmoved.

Fortunately, Lady Belgrave was in need of Goosey’s services at that moment and was there to spare her any further embarrassment. “Lucy?”

“Lady Belgrave.”

“
Isabelle,” she corrected. “Do come in. I was just finishing up the guest list for a dinner party we’re hosting next week when I heard Goosey being beastly.” She paused. “Having been on the other side of his condescending looks once myself, I try to spare as many visitors as possible the same fate until I can convince Sebastian to sack the man.” She led Lucy into the drawing room and offered her a smile. “I’m glad you came by.”

“
You are?”

Isabelle nodded. “When you didn’t come back again after your first visit here, I was afraid I’d made you uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all,” Lucy rushed to say. “Between the library and wedding, I just haven’t had a lot of time for social calls.”

Isabelle’s laughter filled the room. “Mrs. Appleton has trained you well. Here, sit.”

Lucy sat on the pale yellow settee Isabelle had indicated. Isabelle, was correct. Mrs. Appleton
had
trained her well with what to say to other ladies. Unfortunately, she’d neglected to mention what one should say to their husband when disagreeing.

“
Now, that I know our first encounter wasn’t so miserable that it has frightened you away from my home forever, may I ask what has brought you by?”

Lucy’s hands grew damp again. “I’d actually hoped to speak to your husband,” she admitted.

“Oh,” she said quietly. “He left about an hour ago to go to Session. You can wait here for him to return, if you’d like.”

If it were possible for Lucy to be any more uncomfortable, it would have happened just then. “No, I should be going home.” Well, not immediately since Seth had agreed to wait for her at the library while she ran errands. She’d need to collect him first.

Isabelle heaved an exaggerated sigh just as Lucy stood to go. “It’s my needlework, isn’t it?”

Lucy froze. “Pardon?”

Isabelle picked up an embroidery hoop that held a large piece of white fabric half covered with red and gold thread. “My addiction to embroidery. It always seems to drive people away, my husband notwithstanding. Sebastian has warned me every day since we reconciled that I should hide it when callers come by, but I can’t. Just the thought of having to put it out of view makes my skin crawl and my sore fingers itch.” She shrugged. “That must be why I can’t seem to make friends.”

Lucy stared at her. Was the lady addled? Isabelle was beautiful and clever, besides. Surely, she had more friends than a person needed. She quickly scanned the room for more hoops, fabric and needles. “You hate embroidery, don’t you?”

“How’d you guess?” Isabelle asked before carelessly tossing her hoop on the settee next to herself.

“
Then why do you do it?”

“
Because I have no friends,” Isabelle said, her lips twitching. She sighed. “I grew up with two playmates: my sister and the boy who is now my husband. When I came to London for a Season I was pursued only by a handful of gentlemen who were interested, but didn’t have any female companions—except the octogenarian who I was a paid companion to.” She plucked at her green muslin skirt. “I’ve never had friends before, Lucy. I don’t know how to make them and I fear that after our conversation that night you came for dinner that you’ll only be my friend because of our husbands and be cordial to me when we see each other in Society.”

Lucy was taken aback. Isabelle didn’t have any friends? And more odd, she thought
she’d
put Lucy off. She couldn’t be further from the truth. “Isabelle, I haven’t had many friends, either.” She snorted. “Actually, we’re a lot alike in that respect. I only had two playmates as a girl, as well. Both were boys and I didn’t marry either of them.” And what a blessing
that
was. “I know you told me about your scandal the first time I came, but it’s not the same as mine. The circumstances surrounding our first meeting were unusual and I thought you were just being friendly for Giles’ sake. And I appreciated that. I didn’t realize... That is, I never considered that we could actually be friends.”

“
Well, we can,” Isabelle informed her, grinning. “And we should since our husbands are such good friends.”

Indeed. Perhaps it was best that Lord Belgrave hadn’t been home after all. It might have been because Giles and Lord Belgrave suspected Lucy and Isabelle hadn’t formed an immediate friendship that they hadn’t made a point to visit the other recently. She’d have to assure Giles that he could invite his friends over anytime he’d like.

“Now, that we’ve officially agreed to be friends, and save the other from a miserable fate of a life subjected to feeding an unnatural embroidery addiction, can I plead with you to tell me what brought you by to see my husband?” She lowered her voice to a stage whisper. “To feed the rumor mill consisting of my needles and spools of thread once you’re gone, of course.”

Lucy smiled weakly at her jest and said, “Giles.”

“I thought it might be.” She repositioned herself on the settee. “Well, him or Simon.”

Lucy lifted a hand to stay Isabelle’s line of thought. “Just Giles.” She dropped her hand. “We had a disagreement.”

“That’s bound to happen,” Isabelle said, her voice devoid of blame or condescension.

“
I know. We’ve actually had a few of them now. Mainly misunderstandings. But this one—” she worried her bottom lip— “it’s different.”

“
How so?”

Lucy quickly informed Isabelle of her conversation with Giles earlier in the morning. “I don’t want him to tell Seth. I think it’ll just stir up more questions and hurt and I wanted to ask your husband if he’d help me find a way to convince Giles to change his mind.”

Isabelle sat quiet for a few moments. “This strikes a little close to the heart for Giles, doesn’t it?” she mused.

“
How so?”

“
You have met Mr. Appleton, have you not?”