The Husband List (34 page)

Caroline looked away from the mean curve to his smile. “I am sorry to hear that.”

He let his hands slip from her shoulders and bent forward to give a negligent flick at one of the rings that sat in the jewelry she’d been sorting. “So many riches and not enough days in a life to show it off.”

She let her gaze meet his in the mirror. “Should I interpret that as a threat?”

“No, I was merely making a comment on your wealth.” He turned and walked away. Caroline relaxed marginally.

“So you speak French and interpret threats,” Bremerton said. “And I would guess by my missing servants that you now know I once had an interest in things French.”

“If you’re referring to your late wife, yes.”

“I’m sure you have questions,” he said as he settled onto the cowhide couch. “Do ask.”

“I’ve learned that you prefer it when I don’t.”

“As you wish. Then I’ll ask again, where’s your maid? I know she’s not in her room.”

“Then maybe she’s in the kitchen,” she replied, praying that Annie was now outside with their transportation.

He rose. “I am not fond of liars.”

“And I’m not fond of having you in my room,” she said in a calm voice. “You’ve been here, you’ve checked on my welfare, and now I’m asking you to leave.”

“And if I choose to stay? I think at the very least I deserve to see you as the Irishman has.”

Caroline reached into the jewel case as though looking for another piece, but pulled out her gun. She pushed away from the dressing table, turned, and raised it at him.

“My brother Eddie taught me how to shoot and spit,” she said. “Of the two skills, I prefer shooting.”

“Then put it down. There’s no need for drama,” Bremerton said in a smooth voice that Caroline was sure had swayed others, but not her.

“You can loom and threaten, but if I pull this little gun, you call me dramatic. That’s hardly sporting of you,” she said. She paused a moment, trying to decide if that was really the sound of hooves on stone she was hearing outside. She thought it might be.

Caroline stood and advanced a step on Bremerton, who held his ground in the middle of the room. “Eddie taught me to always leave the chamber at the firing pin empty so there wouldn’t be any nasty accidents if I dropped the gun. But I was feeling a little distracted when I loaded this tonight, and do you know what silly thing I did? No?” she asked in the face of Bremerton’s continuing silence. “I loaded all six chambers. Let’s hope I don’t drop the gun. But just in case, I’m going to suggest that you stay well back. We both know about those tragic accidents, don’t we, my lord?”

“You have lost your mind.”

“Maybe,” she said cheerfully. “And since I have, I’m going to make some demands. Until Annie arrives with our horse, you are to stay where I can see you, and with your hands in the air.”

“What?”

“As they say in the Wild West of my country, reach for the sky.” She narrowed her gaze. “And I do mean now.”

Bremerton raised his hands.

“Thank you.”

A commotion sounded from someplace downstairs. Annie had to be back. But then Caroline heard a male voice calling her name. She laughed with joy.

“We have a guest,” she said to Bremerton. “It’s the love of my life.”

He didn’t appear very impressed.

“Upstairs, Jack, and grab a candle,” she called. “You’re going to want some light.”

Jack bounded up the stairs two at a time, and the candle he’d just lit smoked and flickered as the air pushed past it.

“Which room are you in?” he called.

“Keep coming this way!”

He was close enough that he could see light spilling from a room on his right. Jack stepped in and froze.

“Hello, Jack,” Caroline said, both her eyes and a gun trained on His Lordship.

“It doesn’t look as though you needed a rescuer,” he said conversationally.

“Appearances can be deceiving. I was actually a little vague on this part of the plan. I’d been expecting Annie, but as you can see, she isn’t here. And sooner or later, I was going to have to either shoot this man or run.”

Jack grinned. “I vote for shoot him.”

“My decision was leaning in that direction,” she replied.

“For what it’s worth, your plan would have worked … more or less. I passed Annie on the lane a way back.” He paused. “Did you know that goats can pull a cart?”

She laughed. “She bartered sapphires for goats?”

“And a very small cart.” He circled Bremerton. “How do you feel about violence?” Jack asked Caroline.

“I seldom condone it.”

“Ah. Too bad.” He moved directly in front of Bremerton and was amused to see Caroline reposition herself so there was nothing between her and her potential target. “Then we’ll do it like this…”

“I’m giving you one shot at me,” he said to Bremerton. “Totally free.”

“Jack…” Caroline said in a hesitant voice.

Jack grinned at the Englishman. “Take it, you git.”

Bremerton swung, but Jack ducked.

“Missed,” he said, right before he broke the bastard’s nose. Jack and Caroline watched as the Englishman crumpled.

“Do you have anything I can tie him up with?” Jack asked.

She stopped aiming at Bremerton long enough to gather a fistful of fat strings from a trunk.

“Corset lacings,” she said. While Jack trussed up the Englishman, Caroline aimed her gun.

“I don’t think he’s getting up,” Jack pointed out.

“I’m just being careful,” she said. “And about the violence, I said I
seldom
condone it. For him, I would have made an exception. You didn’t need to let him swing first.”

Satisfied with his knotwork, Jack stood. “I knew he couldn’t hit me. Now, how about if you put down that gun so I can propose?”

Her eyes grew wide. She carefully placed the gun on a curio shelf. Jack walked around Bremerton, who was beginning to stir, and took a knee in front of Caroline.

“Caroline, you are my love, my laughter, and the most frustrating woman I’ll ever meet. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?”

Her eyes were misty, but her smile was bright when she said, “Jack Culhane, what took you so long?”

EPILOGUE

England was well behind them when the Maxwell women, Bernard, and Jack sat down to dinner on the
Conqueror
two days later.

“I have an announcement to make,” Caroline said to her parents once the champagne was poured. “My husband list is down to one name, and that is Jack’s. We plan to marry this winter, and there will be not a single cherub anywhere in the church. We very much want all of you there, though.”

Her father’s face had turned ruddy with emotion. “I’ve been waiting years to walk you down the aisle, Pumpkin.”

“Bernard,” Mama said before Papa started laughing.

“I know, I know. I can’t call her Pumpkin.”

Mama sighed. “I had so hoped for a duchess in the family, but Bremerton is well off the list.”

Before they had left, Papa had sent a packet to the Duke of Endsleigh with all the information that Caroline and Jack had uncovered on Bremerton. If he ever did inherit, he was likely to be a duke behind prison bars.

“But, you know,” Mama said, “there are so many nice English gentlemen, and Helen and Amelia have yet to marry.…”

“Oh, no,” Helen said. “Don’t even begin looking at me like that. I have no desire to live in England.”

“France, then. Or Italy,” Mama exclaimed. “You’ll make the most beautiful bride!”

Jack placed his hand over Caroline’s where it sat on the tabletop. They smiled at each other. Caroline had found the place she most wanted to be, and that was with Jack. They would have the perfect life and the perfect wedding, complete with chocolate cake.

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Janet Evanovich is the #1 bestselling author of the Stephanie Plums novels, Between-the-Numbers novels, Lizzy and Diesel novels, and
How I Write.
She lives in Florida. Please visit her at
www.evanovich.com
.

Dorien Kelly lives in Michigan with one or more of her three children, a couple of random and crazy rescue dogs, and a very spoiled West Highland White Terrier who is under the mistaken impression that he runs the whole pack. Please visit her at
www.dorienkelly.com
.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

THE HUSBAND LIST.
Copyright © 2012 by The Gus Group. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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Cover design and illustration by Phil Pascuzzo

The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

Evanovich, Janet.

The husband list / Janet Evanovich and Dorien Kelly. — 1st ed.

p. cm.

ISBN 978-0-312-65132-9 (hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-250-02597-5 (e-book)

1.  Young women—Fiction.   2.  Dating (Social customs)—Fiction.   3.  Rich people—Fiction.   4.  New York (N.Y.)—History—1865–1898—Fiction.   5.  Love stories.   I.  Kelly, Dorien.   II.  Title.

PS3555.V2126H87 2013

813’.54—dc23

2012037426

e-ISBN 9781250025975

First Edition: January 2013