Reckless

  “Thank God for your mama,” Gabriel muttered.

  “Remember that when she asks for a loan to cover her gaming losses,” Phoebe said dryly.

  Gabriel scowled. “What is this about gaming losses?”

  “Didn’t I tell you?” Phoebe yawned again. “Mama is very fond of cards. She tends to view her sons-in-law as potential bankers.”

  “Good God.”

  “I would have warned you about Mama’s passion for gaming before you offered for my hand if you had had the courtesy to consult me before you consulted Papa.”

  Gabriel smiled briefly. “So it’s all my own fault if I end up having to cover your mother’s losses?”

  “Yes, my lord, it is.” Phoebe was thoughtful for a moment. “Do you know, I believe it would be best if we did not mention this unfortunate incident to the members of my family. It would only alarm them and I seem to do that often enough as it is.”

  “I won’t tell them about it, if that is your wish.”

  She flashed him a relieved smile. “Thank you. May I go to sleep now?”

  “Yes, Phoebe. You may go to sleep.” Gabriel moved away from the window and went to stand at the foot of the bed.

  “You have an odd expression on your face, Gabriel. What are you going to do while I sleep?”

  “Find the missing Alice.”

  Phoebe lowered her lashes and snuggled down into the pillows. “What will you do when you find her?”

  “At the very least, I shall turn her off without a reference,” Gabriel said.

  Phoebe opened her eyes very wide. “That would be most cruel, sir. She would be unlikely to find work at her age without a proper reference.”

  “She may consider herself fortunate if I do not summon the magistrate and press charges. As far as I am concerned, she very nearly got you killed.”

  Phoebe looked up at him, her gaze intent. “Are you saying you did not send her to summon me this afternoon, my lord?”

  “No, Phoebe,” Gabriel said gently. “I did not.”

  “I see.” She looked very forlorn. “I was afraid of that. I was rather hoping you had sent her to fetch me, you know. I thought it meant …”

  He frowned. “What did you think it meant?”

  “That you wanted to tear down the wall that you have put between us.”

  “I did not put the wall between us, Phoebe. You did. It is up to you to tear it down.” He walked to the side of the bed and tugged the quilt up over her shoulders. “Get some rest, my dear. I shall have your dinner sent up to you.”

  “Gabriel?”

  “Yes, Phoebe?”

  “Thank you for saving me.” Phoebe gave him a misty smile. “I knew you would.”

  “You saved yourself, Phoebe,” he said. The stark reality of that fact was going to be with him for the rest of his life. He had almost lost her. “If you had stayed in the passageway, it might have been a very long time before I thought to look for you down there. I have standing orders that no one is to go down into the catacombs unless I accompany him or her. The door is always kept locked.”

  She gave him a searching glance. “Then why would Alice take me down there?”

  “An excellent question, my dear. I shall not rest until I discover the answer.”

  Gabriel walked out of the room and closed the door quietly behind himself. Out in the hall he summoned Phoebe’s maid.

  “Stay with her while she sleeps,” he instructed. “I do not want her left alone even for a moment.”

  “Yes, my lord. Is madam all right?”

  “She will be fine. But do not leave her side until I return.”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  Gabriel went quickly down the stairs. He found Rollins hovering in the main hall.

  “Is madam all right now?” Rollins asked anxiously.

  “Yes. Bring Alice the housemaid to me at once.”

  Rollins looked uncertain. “Alice?”

  “Blonde, rather pretty, and rather old to still be in her position.”

  “I do not believe we have an Alice on staff, my lord. But I shall check with Mrs. Crimpton.”

  “Do that. I shall be at the foot of the steps that lead down into the catacombs.”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  Gabriel collected a candle from the library and walked to the far end of the great hall. He descended the narrow, twisting stairs and stopped short when he saw that the heavy door at the bottom was locked.

  Ten minutes later Rollins returned. His face was very sober. “There is no housemaid named Alice, sir.”

  Gabriel felt another chill run through him. “There was a woman in this house today who claimed her name was Alice and that she worked here.”

  “I regret to say, sir, that I do not know of her. May I ask why you are looking for her?”

  “Never mind. I am going into the catacombs.” Gabriel took the key down from the wall hook.

  “Perhaps I should accompany you, sir.”

  “No, Rollins. I would rather you stayed up here and kept an eye on things.”

  Rollins drew himself up. “Yes, my lord.”

  Gabriel opened the heavy door and stepped into the dark stone passageway. The candlelight revealed two sets of footsteps in the dust on the floor. Someone had definitely accompanied Phoebe into this tunnel. Someone who had claimed her name was Alice.

  Gabriel strode swiftly along the passage, following the footsteps. When he saw the iron gate blocking his path up ahead, he set his back teeth. The thought of Phoebe being trapped on the other side and obliged to risk her life swimming to freedom enraged him anew.

  He forced his anger back under control and reached down into his boot for the knife he always carried there. He seemed to have need of it rather frequently since meeting Phoebe.

  Gabriel inserted the tip of the blade between two stones in the wall and tripped the hidden lever housed there. A moment later a secret panel in the wall opened up to reveal the mechanism that operated the gate. The gate itself was opened and closed by pushing on certain stones in the passageway.

  Gabriel studied the ancient pulley arrangement. The wheels and chains were all in excellent working order. He, himself, had spent hours down here tinkering with the machine after he had discovered the secret of the gate.

  He had taken great satisfaction in getting the old mechanism functioning again. He had even been inspired to insert a similar hidden mechanism into A Reckless Venture. It was a pity his mysterious editor and publisher had not had an opportunity to read his latest manuscript. She might have recognized the device and remembered the secret.

  Gabriel had taken pains to ensure that all the members of his staff knew how to open and close the gate. Although he had given orders that no one was to explore the passageways without him, he’d had enough experience of human nature to know he could not depend on everyone following instructions. He had not wanted anyone to get accidentally trapped down here on the wrong side of the gate.

  Everyone in the castle knew how the gate worked except Phoebe. The mysterious Alice could have learned the secret from a footman or a stable lad.

  But why would she want to terrorize Phoebe? Gabriel wondered as he raised the gate. It made no sense.

  The iron gate clanged and groaned as it slowly slid back into position in the wall. Gabriel walked down the remainder of the passageway until he came to the hidden quay.

  The sight of Phoebe’s crumpled citron-colored gown and the burned-out candle sitting beside it filled him with a helpless, smoldering rage. He stared at the black water that lapped against the stone and thought about Phoebe sliding into it. He knew many stalwart men who would have been paralyzed with fear in such a situation.

  His reckless lady had the courage of a valiant knight.

  And he had very nearly lost her.

  The water was sucking at her, trying to pull her under. A curse on he who would steal this book. May he drown beneath the waves, Phoebe swam harder, kicking out frantically in a desperate effort to avoid the darkness
behind her and the black depths below. She was surrounded by an endless night. Her only hope was the slip of light up ahead. She had to reach it. But the water was tugging at her, hampering her, trying to trap her.

  Just when she thought she could not swim another stroke, a man’s hand reached out of the darkness. She was about to grasp it when she saw the hand of another man reaching for her. Both men promised safety. One was lying.

  Phoebe knew she had to choose. If she made the wrong choice, she would die.

  She came awake to the fading echo of her own scream.

  “Phoebe. Wake up. Open your eyes.” Gabriel’s voice was harsh with command. His hands closed tightly around her shoulders. He gave her a small, impatient shake. “You’re dreaming. For God’s sake, woman, wake up. That’s an order. Do you hear me?”

  Phoebe surfaced from the last remnants of the dream. She realized she was in bed. Moonlight poured through the window. Gabriel, dressed in a black silk dressing gown, was sitting beside her. His face was stark in the pale light.

  She stared mutely up at him for a second and then, without a word, burrowed into his arms.

  “Bloody hell.” Gabriel’s arms tightened fiercely around her. “You gave me a devilish start. Kindly don’t do it again. That scream was enough to wake the dead.”

  “I was dreaming.”

  “I know.”

  “I was back in the cavern, trying to swim toward the light. For some reason part of the curse at the end of The Lady in the Tower was going through my head. It got all mixed up with the dream.”

  He raised her face so that he could look down at her. “What is this about the curse?”

  “Don’t you remember?” She quickly blinked back the tears of fear and relief that had formed. “At the end of the The Lady in the Tower there is the usual scribe’s curse. Drowning beneath the waves is part of it.”

  “I remember, Phoebe, it was just a dream.”

  “Yes, but it seemed very real.”

  “Given what you went through today, I have no doubt but that it did. Would you like me to send for something to help you sleep?”

  “No, I’ll be all right.” As long as you’re holding me like this, Phoebe added silently. She pressed herself against him, trying to absorb Gabriel’s strength.

  There was something amazingly reassuring about his size and power tonight. She remembered the way he had plucked her from the rock and carried her out of the heavy surf. The last terrors of the dream retreated back behind locked doors somewhere inside her.

  “Phoebe?”

  “Yes, Gabriel?”

  “Do you think you can sleep now?” Gabriel’s voice sounded strained.

  “I don’t know,” she said honestly.

  “It’s very late. Nearly two in the morning.”

  “Yes.”

  “Phoebe …”

  She wrapped her arms around his waist and turned her face into his shoulder. “Please stay here with me.”

  The sudden tension in him was palpable. “I don’t think that’s a particularly good idea, Phoebe.”

  “I know you are angry with me. But I really do not want to be alone.”

  Gabriel’s hand clenched in her hair. “I am not angry with you.”

  “Yes, you are, and I cannot blame you. I have not been a very good wife to you thus far, have I?”

  He dropped a small kiss into her hair. “You have been a very unconventional wife thus far, I’ll grant that much.”

  Phoebe took a deep breath and hugged him more tightly. “I have been very nonsensical about the whole thing. I see that now. I am ready to be a proper wife to you, Gabriel.”

  Gabriel did not respond to that immediately. “Because you are afraid to be alone tonight?” he finally asked.

  Phoebe was incensed. “Certainly not.” She raised her head swiftly, colliding with Gabriel’s chin in the process. She ignored his muffled groan. “How dare you imply that I would invite you to exercise your husbandly rights simply because I was afraid to stay by myself? You may leave at once, my lord.”

  “I don’t think I can do that.” Gabriel gingerly massaged his jaw. “If I try to stand up, I shall probably collapse. I vow I am dazed from that facer you just gave me. Have you been taking lessons from Gentleman Jackson, by any chance?”

  Phoebe was alarmed. She touched his jaw lightly. “Did I really hurt you?”

  “I shall recover.” He reached for her, bearing her back against the pillows. His smile was wicked with sensual promise as he loomed over her. “And with any luck, I shall do so in time to teach you a very important lesson.”

  Phoebe smiled tremulously. “What lesson would that be, my lord?”

  “That a wife can enjoy exercising her rights just as much as a husband can enjoy his.”

  Phoebe twined her arms around his neck. “I shall pay close attention, my lord.”

  “Don’t worry. If you do not grasp the basic concepts this time, we shall keep practicing until you do.”

  Gabriel took her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that seared Phoebe’s senses. She responded with complete abandon, hungry for the deep intimacy she longed to share again with Gabriel. It did not matter if he could not yet love her, she told herself. He gave her a part of himself when he took her in his arms. She could work with that, build on it until the tiny flame blossomed into love. The thought made her clutch at him.

  Gabriel chuckled softly against her cheek. “Not so fast, my sweet. This time we are going to get it right.”

  “I do not understand. Have we not been doing it right?”

  “Only bits and pieces.” He eased her nightgown open, baring her breasts. “This time we shall put it all together.”

  Phoebe gasped as she felt his tongue touch her nipple. Instinctively she tightened her hands in his hair.

  “Do you like this, Phoebe?”

  “Yes.”

  “You must be certain to tell me precisely what you like at every point along the way.”

  She licked her lips as he suckled gently. A delicious tension began to build deep inside her. “This … this is very nice.”

  “I agree.” He lifted himself slightly away from her and shrugged out of his dressing gown. His hard, muscled body gleamed in the moonlight.

  Phoebe stroked his powerful shoulders, aware of a sense of joyous delight. “You are very handsome, my lord.”

  “No, love, I’m not. But if you are under the illusion that I am, who am I to complain?” Gabriel slid slowly down the length of her, gently easing her gown off, dropping hot kisses over her breasts and across her soft stomach. “You, however, are definitely very beautiful.”

  She wanted to laugh at that bit of outrageousness, but her senses were rapidly falling into complete disarray. The laughter turned into a soft sigh of desire. “I am glad you think so, Gabriel. When you kiss me, I feel very beautiful.”

  “Then I shall be certain to kiss you frequently.” Gabriel parted her legs and settled himself between them.

  Phoebe trembled when she felt his mouth on the inside of her thigh. When his lips traveled higher, she gasped.

  “Gabriel, wait, what are you doing?”

  “Remember, you must tell me if you like this.” He dropped a kiss into the thatch of curls that shielded her secrets.

  Phoebe recoiled in shock. “Gabriel, stop that.” She reached down and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. “What on earth do you think you are about?”

  “Don’t you like this?” He touched his tongue to the sensitive little nub of flesh.

  Phoebe shrieked. “Good heavens, no. Stop that at once.” She yanked hard on his hair.

  “Ouch. First a severe blow to my chin, and now you would tear out my hair. Making love to you is definitely a challenge, my dear.”

  “You said you would stop if I told you I did not enjoy something,” she gasped.

  “No, I did not. I said you must tell me what you like along the way.”

  “Well, I certainly cannot like this sort of thing. It is far too …” Phoebe
broke off as she felt his tongue on the bud of delicate female flesh. Another soft cry tore through her. Unable to resist, she arched against him, seeking more of the incredible sensations. “Oh, my God, Gabriel.”

  “Tell me you like it, sweet.” He continued the relentless assault on her most intimate secrets. He began to stroke his finger in and out of her passage as his tongue rasped her swollen flesh.

  “Gabriel, stop, I cannot—”

  “Tell me you like it.” He sucked her gently between his teeth.

  Phoebe could hardly breathe. “I cannot bear it.”

  “Yes, you can. You are a very adventurous woman.” He inserted another finger into her, stretching her tenderly.

  Phoebe twisted beneath him as the unbearable kisses continued to devastate her. She was beyond protest now. All she could do was surrender to the flood tide of passion.

  “Tell me you like this, Phoebe.”

  “Gabriel, I cannot … I cannot … Yes. Yes, I like it. Very much. Dear heaven, you are driving me mad.” She clutched at him, this time holding him to her as she lifted herself for the hot kisses. She felt his fingers slide into her once more and then she felt the sensual tension in her lower body reach a critical point.

  “Gabriel.”

  “Yes,” he whispered. “Now. Just like that. Give yourself up to it. I’ll keep you safe.”

  He kissed her again and Phoebe came apart into a thousand little pieces. She was hardly aware of Gabriel’s triumphant groan. She felt him slide up along the length of her. She was startled at the taste of herself on his mouth as he covered her lips with his own. And then she felt his engorged shaft forge deeply into her tight, convulsing body.

  Even as she adjusted to the invasion, the tiny ripples of excitement seemed to intensify. Phoebe clung to Gabriel as tightly as she had clung to the surf-lashed rock that afternoon.

  She was safe.

  Chapter 15

  The gray light of dawn was reflecting off the sea and pouring in through the window when Gabriel woke. He instinctively tightened his arm around Phoebe, assuring himself that she was still safely tucked against him.