The Langley Sisters Trilogy Boxed Set (50 page)

      “Trust us, Finn, you have taught us well. We shall certainly make mistakes, but only small ones. We promise.”

      Finn grunted as words at that moment were beyond him. He would ask Alex about his gambling when the chance arose and if need be pay of his debts. He would also investigate who, if anyone, he had invested his money with. Finn would then he’d put the fear of God into them if that investment even looked like failing. It was his duty to protect them, even if they did not want him to.

      “Are we to visit Will’s warehouse now, Finn?” Alex said, the anger now replaced with a smile at the prospect.

      “Yes, I shall not be long here. I just need to drop off some papers and then we can leave. Remember, anything you break, you buy,” Finn cautioned.

      As usual, it took Finn a moment to catch his breath when they arrived at Will’s warehouse. A riot of colors and smells bombarded his senses as he walked inside.
 

      “I think Will is in that little office, Finn, with several other people,” Ben said, pointing to the end of the warehouse before he and Alex went to inspect the tables.
 

      Making his way towards the office, Finn would simply wait for Will to finish and then hand over the papers. They would then leave as it was obvious he was busy.

      “Well, I think we have gone over everything, ladies, and I see a long and successful future for all of us in this venture.”

      “Do you believe so, Will?”

      Finn tensed as he heard Phoebe’s voice coming through the now open door.

      “Absolutely, Phoebe.”

      “It’s really happening, Hannah.”

      Finn could hear her excitement and wondered what venture she was talking about. He guessed Hannah was Miss Wooller, and she was in some way involved? He made himself move to the tables as he heard footsteps which told him the meeting was concluded.

      “Finn, I had not realized you’d arrived.”

      “Just,” he said, shaking his friend’s hand and then bowing to Miss Wooller and Phoebe, the latter looking over his left shoulder as she replied with a curtsy.
 

      “Good morning, Miss Wooller, Miss Langley.”

      “My lord,” they acknowledged him, and then made their way back to the goods on display.

      “I have those papers for you, Will.” Finn pulled them out of his pocket and handed them over as he turned to watch Phoebe and Hannah converse with the twins.
 

      “Thank you.”

      “Good morning, Alex, Ben,” Will said, moving to where they stood which allowed Finn to do the same.
 

      He stood silently while the others talked, and studied Phoebe. Even surrounded by so much color, she was the most beautiful thing in the room. Her dress was cream with yellow embroidery and her straw bonnet was tied in a neat bow beneath her chin. She wore a long coat in cream that reached the floor and on her left breast was a broach of gold and colored gems in the shape of a heart. The bruise on her face was almost black now and stood out against the pale cream of her skin. Finn felt his fists clench at the memory of how it had happened.
It could have been so much worse.
 

She looked young, sweet and innocent and he felt a tug of guilt for what he had done last night, followed swiftly by a bolt of lust at the memory

      “You are a man of discerning taste, Mr. Hetherington.” Phoebe was looking at Alex when she spoke. “Would you perhaps tell me which of these fabrics you would choose?”

      Ben wandered off, disgruntled that his services were not called upon to study more of Will’s treasures by the ladies. Finn and Will stood talking about the meeting; however, he kept his eye on the three studying the fabric.
 

      “Will your brothers be investing, Finn?”

      “No,” Finn dragged his eyes from Phoebe. “Only Ben, it appears. Alex has put his money into something else.”

      “Christ.”

      “Exactly,” Finn said. “Is he gambling, or was it just a single instance? What has he invested in and are they charlatans? I tell you, Will, these thoughts have been plaguing me.”

      “You’ve had no chance to broach the subject with him then yet?”

      “No.”

      “At least you’ll be a good father after all this practice with the twins,” Will said. “Nothing any future off-spring does can hope to compete with them.”

      Finn’s laugh held little humor.

      “You have taught Alex well, Finn. He is no fool, and I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation.”

      “Lord, I hope you are right, Will.”

      Finn saw Alex pick up a piece of cloth and drape it over Phoebe, then he and Hannah nodded and spoke some more. They seemed very familiar with each other, considering, to his knowledge, they could have conversed no more than a handful of times.

      “Where is your lace, Will?” Phoebe then asked.

      “That way.”
 

Finn watched all three then hurry to where Will had pointed.

“What the hell are they doing?”

I should imagine they are looking at lace,” Will said, following Finn’s eyes to where they were now picking up lengths of the stuff and examining it.

“Why?”

“Your brother has an eye for fashion. I should imagine the ladies are utilizing it.”
      Finn pinched the bridge of his nose. His brother was advising Phoebe and Miss Wooller on fashion. What next?”

“Ben, Alex, we’re leaving,” he snapped. The sooner he got Alex home and alone, the sooner he could talk to him about his gambling. Only then would he be able to think rationally once again.
 

“Your confrontation with your brother will go better if you are not in that mood, Finneous, so I would suggest you snap out of it.”

Finn didn’t acknowledge Will’s words, instead making his way to where Phoebe now stood alone by the door, waiting for Miss Wooller, who was still studying a piece of lace with Alex.

“How is your wrist today?”

“Good.”

Just the one word and it was directed to his right shoulder.

“And are you here simply to purchase lace, Miss Langley?”

She looked at him then, a cool dismissive glance that set Finn’s teeth on edge.

“I don’t believe my activities are any concern of yours, Lord Levermarch.”

“It’s called polite conversation, Phoebe, and I assure you there was no nefarious intent behind my words.”

It wasn’t just his worry over Alex that was bothering him; Finn knew this. It was her, Phoebe Langley. He just didn’t seem to be able to get her out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.
 

She gave him another cool look.
 

“I think we’ve established that, polite, does not work between us, my lord.”

She turned from him then to take Alex’s hand as he appeared at her side.
 

“Good day to you, Alex, Ben.”

Alex said something that made her laugh, and Finn wondered if there had ever been a time that she had laughed over something he’d said.

Good-byes were exchanged and then without a backwards glance she was gone and Finn could take his first deep, calming breath. He had to get his lust for that woman under control. She was the sister-in-law of his best friend for Gods sake, and a lady. Nothing could come of wanting her physically and surely, given time and distance, his need for her would wane.
 

“I’m to meet someone not far from here, Finn, so I shall leave you and Alex and make my own way home,” Ben said as they walked outside.
 

Finn pushed thoughts of Phoebe aside and focused on the fact that he would now have Alex alone in the carriage.

“I wanted to talk with you alone, Alex, so I’m pleased Ben is not with us,” Finn said as the carriage pulled away from Will’s warehouse.

“Oh?”
 

“Yes.” Finn tried to stay calm when inside he was anything but. “Someone saw you leaving a gambling hell, and I want to know how long you’ve been gambling again.”

Alex’s eyes widened and color filled his cheeks.

“I’m not gambling, as I told you earlier.”

“You were seen leaving there, Alex. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, damn you! I told you I wasn’t gambling and I’m not!”

“Don’t raise your voice to me.” Finn’s was like the lash of a whip. “Someone I trust saw you leaving there, what other reason could you have to be there if you were not gambling?”

“Can you not just believe me when I say I was not there to gamble?”

He looked as if he was telling Finn the truth, yet how could that be as there was no other reason for him to be there?
 

“Alex,” Finn warned. “If you are in deep it is best to tell me now so I can help.”

Alex clenched his fists and drew in two deep breaths before speaking, and when he faced Finn again, he had a moment of doubt. His brother was angry, really angry, and it was very rare to see him that way.
 

“Alex—”
 

“No!” He sliced a hand through the air. “You listen to me, Finn. What I have told you is truth and as such you should believe me unconditionally, as I would were our roles reversed.”

“How am I supposed to believe you when you will offer no reason for what was seen?”

“Because I am your brother, Finn, and you should know that I would not lie to you over something this important.”

The silence between them was heavy as both struggled to find the right words.

“But you can’t, can you, Finn. You can’t or indeed won’t believe me, because you refuse to acknowledge that, like Ben, I am a man now, a man who can make the right choices.”

Before Finn could reply, Alex had opened the door and jumped from the carriage. Finn’s last site of him was the flash of lemon from his jacket lining, and then he was gone. He swore then, long and loud, and wondered when his life had turned on its head?
 

He wanted to blame Phoebe, but couldn’t; at least not for this. He blamed her for the constant hunger inside him when she was near, and blamed her for not being the woman he wanted her to be, but for this business between him and Alex, he could blame only himself.

CHAPTER TEN

      Life for Phoebe became very busy over the next few weeks. Most evenings, she, Hannah and Alex were out late dancing and pretending to enjoy the social whirl. Their days were spent at the boutique or running errands for the boutique. They had hired a seamstress, designed dresses, refitted the entire premises and Phoebe had relished every step of the process.
 

      Phoebe had managed to avoid Lord Levermarch as much as possible, but the few times she could not, she was polite and formal as was he. She’d watched him dance many times with Lady Croxley and Alex had told her that Finn had taken her driving in the park, much to his horror. Both he and Ben disliked the woman; however, neither knew how to dissuade Finn, yet knew they must try as it now appeared certain that he may offer for her. Of course Phoebe had known the viscount was thinking of doing this, and it should not bother her, as hadn’t she believed them perfectly suited? Yet it did bother her, and she thought that this was because it upset Alex and Ben so much. Well, that’s what she had convinced herself to believe, anyway.

      “I think that mirror should go there, Alex,” Phoebe said from her position seated on a chair in the middle of the front room of their boutique. She and Alex were working in the front display area today.

      “We have moved it three times, Phoebe.”

      She laughed as Alex scowled. “But it must be placed perfectly, Alex, as you very well know.”

      Alex, had found them not one but two French seamstresses. Genevieve and Jacqueline Allard were sisters, both middle-aged with an excellent grasp of English. It had been Jacqueline who had let it slip that they had, in fact, worked in a gambling hell, which had not worried either Hannah or Phoebe, especially as she had once been a highwayman. However Hannah, of course, had needed to test the women’s skills and immediately set them to designing and sewing a dress for her, which they had done in a surprisingly short amount of time. It had turned out to be exquisitely crafted with everyone concerned happy with the finished product.

      “It’s like a sweets store in here, don’t you think, Alex,” Phoebe said, looking around the room. There was color everywhere. Shelves and cabinets displayed trims and buttons and fabrics. There were mirrors and toward the back behind a curtain, rooms for fitting.
 

Comfortable chairs sat in discreet areas for weary feet to rest. Phoebe thought it the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
 

      “I am saddened that we cannot be here for the opening next week; however, we will be able to see how the women of society react to your dresses at the Hathaway ball.”

      “I’m nervous, Alex. What if they don’t like them?” Phoebe said the words that had been plaguing her for days.