Captive of My Desires

  “Yes, but I see you haven’t grasped the implications yet,” he replied.

  “That there will be many parties to attend?” she queried.

  “No.”

  “That we’re going to be a bit crowded here, with two of my brothers visiting as well?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s got you annoyed, aside from the remark that provoked your charming display of jealousy?”

  Gabrielle could guess. Although she hadn’t said a word yet, Malory must have assumed that as the daughter of a pirate she was utterly unsuitable to be foisted on the ton.

  And yet all he said was, “Bite your tongue, George. I am not, nor will I ever be, charming.”

  He didn’t deny the jealousy, though, which brought a flush to Richard’s cheeks. Nor did he answer the question, which prompted his wife to make another guess.

  “You must be feeling guilty, then, for making so many unnecessary threats.”

  It was such a provocative statement. How did the woman dare to talk to him like that? For that matter, what was a petite, perky woman like her doing married to such a big, menacing bruiser? Granted, he was handsome, with his long blond hair that reached his shoulders and those sharp green eyes. But he was deadly. There was absolutely no doubt in Gabrielle’s mind.

  And yet, all he did was snort at his wife and say, “The devil I am.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Georgina said in a chipper tone, then added by way of explanation to the others present, “He’s impossible to live with when he’s feeling guilty.”

  “I’m bloody well not guilty, George.”

  It wasn’t just the words but the tone that lent truth to that statement, and yet the woman said, “Yes, yes, and I can depend upon it, too, I’m sure you’d like to add, though we both know better.”

  “George.”

  Such warning in a single word, but the women still ignored it and said briskly to Gabrielle’s escorts, “You gentlemen can be at ease now. My husband isn’t going to tear off any limbs today.”

  “You might, m’dear, when you realize that you’ll have to cancel your trip to accommodate this request.”

  Georgina frowned. “Oh, dear, I hadn’t thought of that.”

  “Didn’t think so,” Malory replied.

  “Ah, so that’s why you’re annoyed? You think I’m going to be disappointed?”

  He didn’t deny it, and actually confirmed it by saying, “Aren’t you?”

  “Not a’tall. Jack probably will be, though. You know how impatient children can be. But next year will do just as well for that trip.”

  Gabrielle had blanched with the realization that this favor was going to interfere with their plans. She finally spoke up.

  “Please don’t change your agenda on my account. My father probably didn’t consider that you might not be available to assist me. His decision to send me here was made on the spur of the moment. We can make other arrangements and wait until he arrives to figure out something else.”

  “When will that be?” Georgina asked.

  But Ohr said at the same time, “No we can’t. He’s still in the Caribbean and won’t be coming here anytime soon.”

  “Well, that won’t do a’tall,” Georgina said with some finality.

  But Malory clinched it when he said, “You’ll stay.” And that settled that. However, he wasn’t finished. With a look and tone that left no room for argument, he told her escorts, “You won’t. You’ve done your duty. She’s in my care now. There’s the door.”

  Ohr and Richard hadn’t intended to stay in this part of town. Gabrielle quickly hugged them good-bye. She felt bad that James Malory had all but kicked them out the door, but she was sure it was Richard’s stirring up Malory’s jealousy that resulted in their having to leave sooner that she would have liked.

  Alone now with the lord and lady, she felt her nervousness increase tenfold. But Georgina put her more at ease when she asked, “Shall we adjourn to the dining room? If you haven’t eaten yet, the buffet is still hot. We eat at odd hours here, so breakfast is served for most of the morning. In any case, let’s have a cup of tea while we get acquainted.”

  Gabrielle followed the lady, and unfortunately, James Malory followed her. She was sure she wasn’t going to be able to relax with that man in the room. He was far too intimidating, and besides, she was still so embarrassed about intruding on their lives that she could barely get out the apology she felt she owed them.

  “I’m very sorry that my arrival has disrupted your plans like this.”

  “Not another word, m’dear,” Malory replied, his tone much more congenial now. “At the risk of earning a scowl from George, I don’t mind admitting your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”

  “You weren’t happy with your plans?”

  When he didn’t answer, Georgina laughed and explained, “He’s still worried about that scowl he mentioned. You see, while he’ll go above and beyond in his efforts to please me, the trip I wanted to take was rather quickly arranged, to take advantage of my brother Drew’s ship being in London. But my husband doesn’t actually get along famously with my brothers—”

  “No need to wrap it up nicely, George,” Malory interrupted. “I despise her brothers and they despise me. It’s pleasantly mutual.”

  Gabrielle blinked, but Georgina rolled her eyes. “He’s simplified it, but they really do try to get along.”

  “What she means is we stopped trying to kill each other years ago,” James added.

  He sounded serious, but Gabrielle simply couldn’t believe that he was. And assuming that he was joking managed to put her somewhat at ease.

  “At any rate,” Georgina continued. “James wasn’t happy about sailing on my brother’s ship, so yes, he’s no doubt delighted to have our trip postponed to a later date.”

  Amazingly, they’d managed to remove most of Gabrielle’s guilt for foisting herself on them. Not all of it, but she was certainly feeling much better about it.

  “I have a maid who will need to stay here with me,” she told them.

  “Certainly,” Georgina said. “I would have hired one for you if you hadn’t brought yours.”

  “Thank you. I’ll only need to avail myself of your hospitality for a few weeks, until my father arrives and finds us other accomodations. That you’re willing to sponsor me for the rest of this Season is most appreciated. By the by, if you don’t mind my asking, how do you and my father know each other?” she asked James.

  “He didn’t tell you?” James queried.

  “No, it was all so sudden, his decision to send me here. And then I was quite disappointed that he couldn’t sail with me because he had some business to finish up. I wanted to wait for him, but with the Season already under way, he wanted me here soonest. Anyway, I never got around to asking him.”

  “I’m rather curious myself,” Georgina admitted, glancing at her husband. Just what is this debt you owe? That letter didn’t say.”

  “How do you put a price on a life? Brooks saved mine. I didn’t ask him to.”

  “When was this?” Georgina asked.

  “Long before I met you. I’d picked a fight in the wrong place at the wrong time, had about twenty drunken sailors trying to tear me apart.”

  “Only twenty?” She snorted. “And you consider that life-threatening? To you?”

  James chuckled. “Appreciate the vote of confidence, m’dear. But they’d already stabbed me, shot me, and pronounced me dead.”

  A frown of concern immediately appeared on her face. “Were you really almost dead?”

  “No, but one of the sailors had also cracked my head open, so I was no longer paying attention, and they were too drunk to notice I was still breathing.”

  “You were unconscious?”

  “Quite. But since they were convinced I was dead, they were determined to get rid of the evidence. They tossed me off the wharf there in St. Kitts. It was a deep dock. And the water didn’t revive me. Apparently I had no trouble sinking to the
bottom.”

  “So Nathan Brooks fished you out?”

  “To hear him tell it, he nearly drowned himself trying,” he said.

  “But he obviously succeeded.”

  “It was luck all the way around, m’dear. His ship was docked there. I’d happened to be tossed in the water right next to it. But it was late at night. No one was around, and he wouldn’t have been there either to hear the commotion if he hadn’t come back to his ship to fetch some map he’d forgotten. Nor would he have bothered to fish out a dead body, but he happened to hear one of the crowd ask if they were sure I was dead. So he dove in to check. I woke up soaking wet, lying under the dock where he’d left me.”

  “Then how do you know—”

  “Let me finish. He’d been unable to carry me farther. He’s a tall man, but I’m rather heavy at a deadweight. He’d left to get one of his men to help, the Oriental you met today. Then he took me to his house to mend. And there you have it.”

  “A very simple favor he’s asked in return,” Georgina said with a smile. “I would have paid him a fortune if he’d asked for it, for saving your life.”

  James gave his wife a very tender look, which appeared rather odd to Gabrielle, on the countenance of such an intimidating man. “That’s because you love me, George, so I’m bloody well glad he didn’t ask for it.”

  Chapter 9

  H AVING TURNED THEIR UNEXPECTED GUEST OVER to the housekeeper to get her settled, Georgina promptly dragged her husband into the parlor to find out what he really thought about this turn of events. But she’d forgotten Boyd was still sleeping on the sofa in there. And Judith, Anthony’s daughter, had spent the night. Both she and Jacqueline had sneaked into the parlor and were amusing themselves in a corner of the room.

  The girls had been quiet enough not to wake Boyd, and he’d also slept through the noise in the hall. He had stumbled in that morning right after she and James had come down for breakfast, had given her a sloppy kiss and hug, then promptly passed out on the sofa in the parlor. She hadn’t bothered to wake him to tell him to go find a bed. He’d still been quite foxed from a full night of revelry.

  Two years older than she was, Boyd was the youngest of her five brothers. He was also the prankster in the family. He’d pulled some good ones over the years, some that were really funny, some quite embarrassing, even a few that she, at least, had considered dangerous, though her brothers hadn’t thought so. But she’d only for the briefest moment wondered if Gabrielle Brooks might be one of his pranks gone awry, because he wasn’t awake to put a stop to it before it got out of hand. Unless he’d been so drunk when he’d set it up that he hadn’t thought to add contingencies to assure that the joke was revealed before it went too far. No, she couldn’t believe the young woman’s arrival was his doing. He liked pranks, but he wasn’t stupid enough to irritate her husband with one.

  Boyd was, however, the most hotheaded in the family now. Their brother Warren used to have that distinction, until he’d married Amy Malory. Hardly anything disturbed Warren these days, he was so happy in his marriage.

  Georgina turned to find a different room where she and James might talk, but James wouldn’t budge. He stood solidly in her path as he said, “You can fess up now, George. You put a good face on it, but we both know how much you were looking forward to that trip to Connecticut.”

  “Yes, I was, and I still will be. We can just as easily go next year.”

  “This year was convenient, even if it was a spur-of-the-moment decision on your part, because one of your brothers was here to take you. Next year they might not be.”

  “True, so I’ll just have to make sure that my own ship, The Amphitrite, will be in port to take us next year. I’ll have plenty of time to arrange it. I’m sure you’d like that better anyway, since you could captain her.”

  “Absolutely,” he agreed.

  “I should wake Boyd, don’t you think?” She wrapped her husband’s arms around her waist, belying her intention to tend to her brother.

  “Leave him. He hasn’t had enough time to sleep off whatever he drowned himself in last night. And other than standing in as a punching bag for me, there’s not much else he’d be good for.”

  She hadn’t thought of that, but having Boyd and James in the same house when James was seriously annoyed was going to make for a powder keg. And only James could control that, since Boyd was too impulsive, throwing punches before thinking.

  She glanced at her husband sharply. “That wasn’t the least bit funny. You will try to contain your annoyance.”

  It was an order, not that he’d obey it, but she felt he should know her druthers.

  “You worry too much, George,” he said laconically.

  “That statement might work at any other time, but you know very well—”

  “Lower your tone before the girls hear you.”

  She refrained from snorting and merely rolled her eyes instead. “When those two are whispering to each other, the rest of the world ceases to exist.”

  He glanced at the two girls sitting cross-legged across the room, their shoulders touching, their heads, one blond, one copper with golden streaks, leaning toward each other. Jack was grinning as she whispered to her cousin. Judy was nodding, then laughed softly and quickly put a hand to her mouth to stifle it. Both immediately glanced at him and slightly blushed, as if they were worried they’d been overheard. Which was an impossibility. No one ever overheard those two. They had whispering down to a fine art.

  “Beside the point,” James conceded, which almost brought a grin to her lips. But then he squeezed her slightly before he let her go and added, “And you might want to convince one of your brothers to extend his visit for a while. Or I will.”

  She blinked. “You? Why? You’re usually pushing them out the door!”

  “Because I know you’re going to want an escort for all those parties that will soon be on your agenda, and it bloody well won’t be me.”

  She laughed. “I see. The debt is yours but I get to pay it back single-handedly?”

  “You’ll have to admit, this is your cup of tea, not mine. Think I didn’t notice that gleam in your eye when you said this sounds like fun?”

  “Don’t look for an argument.” She grinned at him. “I quite agree. And since you’d never mentioned any of this before, I take it you incurred this favor during your wild and reckless days at sea?”

  “I was never reckless, George.”

  “Considering the occupation you took up, you most certainly were,” she disagreed. “Which is the part I don’t understand. How the deuce did this man know to find you here, if he met you in the Caribbean? You weren’t in the habit of going by your real name back then, were you?”

  “’Course not. Hawke was the only name I used back then. But apparently I did some talking in my sleep due to the medications I was given to help with my wounds, and some of it was about my family. He gained knowledge of who I was and ended up telling me his life story as well. We actually became friends after that.”

  “So who is he? An Englishman? Is that why he sent his daughter here for her coming out?”

  “Do you really need to know?”

  She frowned at that answer. “To launch her and find her a husband here, yes, I do need to know her background. You know how damned particular you aristocrats are about bloodlines,” she added with some disgust.

  “Don’t include me in that package, just because you Americans don’t like aristocrats. You did marry one, and I didn’t marry one. I rest my case.”

  She laughed and punched him lightly in the chest at the same time. “Just answer my question.”

  “You won’t like it. In fact, you just might be slamming doors shut on me again.”

  “Oh come now, it can’t be that bad.”

  “Beg to differ, m’dear. She’s the daughter of a pirate, not one who just dabbled at it like I did, but one who’s made it his life’s career.”

  “Who’s the daughter of a pirate?” Drew asked a
s he entered the room behind them.

  Chapter 10

  A PARTY ALREADY? Gabrielle hadn’t yet had a chance to relax since she’d arrived at the Malory townhouse. Her nervousness might have decreased a bit during her talk with James and Georgina Malory, but it hadn’t dissipated completely. And she was expected to attend a party tonight?

  After she’d been shown to a room upstairs, she’d done nothing but pace until Margery had arrived a few hours later. The housekeeper had elected to stay behind at the inn when they couldn’t find a carriage big enough to accommodate all of them that morning, and to come over later with the baggage and Miss Carla.

  She missed Ohr and Richard already. They hadn’t intended to stay in the same house with her, merely to make sure she was welcome. But Malory had made it clear they weren’t welcome. Her friends wouldn’t be deserting her entirely, though, just the neighborhood. The original plan included their waiting in England until Nathan arrived, since it was quite possible he’d be on his way to join them before they got back to the Caribbean, so they were going to rent a flat near the docks where they could watch for The Crusty Jewel’s arrival. She’d guessed her father had simply ordered them to remain here to keep an eye on her.

  Her father took care of incidentals like that without telling her, though she usually found out. His overprotective nature had been a surprise to her, had even included having reports sent to him regularly over the years about her progress and activities as she was growing up. Her mother’s gardener had been in Nathan’s pay. No wonder that old man had always questioned her extensively about what she was up to!

  When Nathan had fessed up about the gardener, she’d realized he must have also been informed about her mother’s affair with Albert. He didn’t say so, and she certainly didn’t mention it, but she’d felt bad for months, thinking about it, and had a feeling that his parrot hadn’t been taught derogatory remarks about Carla until after her father had knowledge of her mother’s unfaithfulness.

  Georgina Malory came up with Margery when she arrived, to tell Gabrielle they would be attending a soiree that night being given by her niece by marriage. “I wasn’t intending to go,” the lady admitted. “Regina has so many parties when she’s in London that I don’t feel the need to attend more’n a few of them. But as it happens my brothers Drew and Boyd are both in town for a visit and would make fine escorts. So it occurred to me that this will be the perfect opportunity for you to get your feet wet, as it were. So we’ll go.”