Once A Lady

Genres: Historical Romance; Victorian Romance

Synopsis

CONCLUSION to book 4, Wicked Is The Duke!

Lady Caroline has made a mess of her life. She flees not knowing whether her husband, the earl of Carlisle still lives. Luckily, fate has another twist for her.

Enter Ewan Drummond, duke of Kirkcaldy. The handsome duke offers her a place to go while she determines what the earl is up to, if he even lives. His mother is in need of a companion. Lady Caroline's brother, Lord Montgomery accepts on her behalf and they leave for the duke's home in Scotland.

She finds Drummond easy to talk to, but is well aware the man has secrets of his own. Why does he leave the house in the middle of the night, and where does he go?

Can he be of assistance or will involving himself sully his reputation?

Release date: February 12, 2021

Publisher: Oliver Heber Books

Print pages: 199

Content advisory: Sizzling scenes

Sample

Prequel
Blackmont Manor
"Your Grace, I need your help. Desperately."
Henry Blackmont, Duke of Blackmont, stood in disbelief at the young woman standing before him in the grand hall of his country home. He barely recognized her, but upon hearing her voice knew without a doubt this was indeed Lady Caroline Montgomery. Though she was the sister of one of his oldest friends, she had tried and tried to garner his attentions. None of it doing any good. Much to Lady Caroline's horror, he'd married the former Anna Grover. Theirs was a love match, something the lady standing before him could never give him. She'd proven herself incapable of such emotion.
"Come, we can speak in the drawing room."
He led her to the blue and cream room, leading her to the fireplace. He gazed at her. Once with meticulous hair and always dressed in the latest fashion, the woman who stood before him was anything but those qualities. This version of Lady Caroline was dressed as a man: buckskin colored breeches, an oversized muslin shirt, boots, and a black jacket and great coat. Nothing like the haute couture she'd been known for. Her hair was hastily combed into a bun and placed under a black cap, the blond now dull and lifeless, just like the rest of her.
"What has happened, Caroline?"
She spoke in hushed tones. "I fear I've killed the earl."
Blackmont tried to show no emotion. He showed her to a chair near the fire. "Tell me what happened and why you believe such."
"He took me to his estate in Surrey with the promise we'd go to Paris as soon as he completed a business transaction."
"Go on," he encouraged.
"When we arrived at his home in Surrey, it was closed up, not a servant in sight, the house bare of all furnishings. He's ruined."
"There have been rumors to that fact. He's sold everything that wasn't entailed."
She had his attention. This woman was a scared, timid thing. The Caroline he knew would know exactly what needed to be done. Of course, unless she had indeed killed the man. Then her priorities would have changed, and she would be in survival mode.
"What happened?"
"He locked me in a room in the cellar. Once, sometimes twice, a day he would come and bring me some food. Usually bread, cheese, and whatever fruit he could find."
"Go on," he once again encouraged her.
"He thought he could blackmail my father, using me as bait. My father, as you know, disowned me the second I ran off with the earl. He wasn't having any part of it. He told the earl I was dead to him."
"I'm surprised your brother didn't contact me."
"Trent is unaware of what is going on. I'm afraid I've disappointed him greatly."
Blackmont scrubbed his face with one hand, the days’ worth of stubble rough against his palm. "Trent wouldn't have been blackmailed, either."
"I know. He was evidently unable to procure even a loan, which made him angrier with me. One evening he came down to bring me dinner. It was rather late, and he was quite foxed. He wanted more than I was willing to give. We got into a tussle, he lost his balance, and his head hit the stone floor. He didn't move. I took off, leaving the door open. I ran and didn't look back."
"How can you be sure he's dead?"
"He wasn't moving," she replied.
Quite likely the man was simply passed out from drink, though he'd have one hell of a headache when he did wake up.
"How did you get here?"
"I took his horse."
Blackmont sat, thinking on what to do, how to handle this delicate situation. If the earl were alive, he would immediately go one of two ways. Go to London, thinking she'd gone to her family, or he would come to me believing she was here.
"You can stay the night, but only tonight. This will be one of the first places he'll look for you if he's still alive."
"Understood."
"In the meantime, I'll try and come up with a solution until we know of the earl's fate for sure. I believe your brother is in London. I'll get word to him. Until then, I know where you'll be safe until I hear back from Trent."
"Thank you. I didn't know where to turn and was unsure how my brother might receive me."
He looked at her. "I'll have to tell Anna your situation and that you're here. I'm sure she can find you something more appropriate to wear."
"I'm forever in your debt, Blackmont."
"Don't thank me yet. If the man is indeed dead, your life as you know it will change forever. Even if he's alive, things will never be the same for you. But let us not think of such unpleasant matters right now. Are you hungry?"
She nodded.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"I must confess I haven't eaten today."
"I'll have a tray sent up to you. In the meantime, sit here. Let me find the housekeeper and find out which room and have her get a maid to help with a bath and dressing you."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." He started toward the door. "Wait here."
Chapter One
Chapter One
As she waited on word from her brother, Trent, Caroline spent her days and nights in virtual isolation. Blackmont had hidden her in a cottage on his estate. The cottage was so well concealed one would have had to have been a member of the family to know it even existed.
The small cottage was situated on a small island in the middle of a man-made lake Henry's grandfather had built it as a private retreat for his duchess and himself. The structure was well hidden by foliage allowed to grow up over the years. Accessible only by small boat, the cottage proved to be a safe haven for her.
She saw no one. The cottage had been stocked with enough food to last her at least a month. Caroline was alone with a stack of books, needlework, and supplies for her to watercolor. Still, she was not at ease.
Not knowing whether Carlisle lived was almost all that consumed her thoughts on a daily basis.
What would she do if he had lived?
It was a place she didn't want to go and knew she should wait until Trent got word. He could discreetly make inquiries—unless, of course, the earl was indeed dead, and then it would be all over every newspaper in London.
She sat looking out the windows one summer afternoon. It was one of those typical English days when you couldn't tell whether it would rain or not. She'd been attempting to do some needlework when she thought she saw the outline of someone walking to the cottage. It could only be Blackmont or perhaps one of his servants. No one else knew the place existed.
She held her breath and waited as the mysterious figure came closer. Not knowing what to do, she froze in her chair.
When the stranger reached the small clearing directly surrounding the cottage, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the tall, muscular outline of her brother, the Marquess of Trent. He was the heir to their father, the Duke of Marlborough. He was also one of the most serious young men Caroline knew. Trent had little time for laughter or fun. Their father had driven that into him from an early age. He was and had been his father's duke in training.
Caroline rose and quickly strode to the door to greet him. "You are a welcome sight, brother."
He nodded but didn't embrace her or even offer a peck on the cheek. "We need to talk."
"Yes, come inside." She dared not blurt out and ask him about the earl. Trent would enlighten her of that in his own good time.
He sat down on a gold upholstered couch and laid his arm lazily across the back. He looked around at his surroundings before shifting his focus to her.
"You can breathe easier. Carlisle is still alive."
Caroline's hand flew up to her neck. "Oh, thank God."
Trent shook his head. "Don't thank anyone just yet. The earl is looking for you."
"How can he possibly afford to do that?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I know he's looking for you himself, but even that takes funds. I know he's scoured London for you."
"Have you talked with him?"
"Yes." He nodded, his brow furrowed. "He came to my house looking for you about a week ago. He claims you ran off. He wants you back and says all's forgiven."
"Of course he wants me back. He wants my money."
"I thought he spent everything."
She shook her head. "Not everything. I sold some of my jewelry and hid the money."
He smiled. "That explains a lot."
"How do you mean?"
"Why he's so desperate to find you. The money."
"That and he doesn't want me speaking out against him. He doesn't want people knowing what a wicked man he really is."
He arched a brow and nodded. "Agreed. We've got to get you away from here and London. If not, it'll only be a matter of time before he finds you."
"You don't think he'll give up his search?" She rose from her chair, noting it had begun to gently rain. "Tea?"
"Please. He'll eventually give up, but right now he doesn't want it known he held you in a cellar. In fact, he's claiming you've gone mad, and that's the only safe place he had to put you."
Caroline stared at him in disbelief. "Which means he'll try and have me locked away in one of those places for mentally deranged souls. Out of sight, out of mind."
She went into the kitchen to make tea. Trent followed. She readied a pot and found two porcelain cups.
"I don't know what to tell you, sister. The man himself is mad and will stop at nothing to silence you."
"I can't stay here forever. Blackmont and the duchess have been more than generous in allowing me to stay this long."
Trent accepted a cup from her. "Carlisle has been here looking for you."
"What? When?" She was horrified at the thought.
"I believe Blackmont said the earl came by about four days ago. He convinced Carlisle he hadn't seen or heard from you."
"And he believed him?"
"Yes, so it seems."
"What am I to do, Trent? I can't go back to him."
"Don't worry. I've made a decision for you."
"What?"
He shifted his weight around on his feet. "I have a friend whose mother is in need of a companion."
"As long as she doesn't live in London."
He smiled, and a laugh escaped him. "His mother detests London and hasn't been to town in years."
"Where does she live?"
"Scotland."
She arched a brow. "I see. What all is expected of me?"
Trent shrugged. "Whatever it is you women do. I'm afraid I don't know all the details. When he told me his mother was in need of a companion, I merely mentioned I knew of someone who would be perfect."
"Does he know my situation?"
He arched a brow. "He's a close friend, so yes. His mother doesn't, and we're going to leave it up to you whether you tell her or not."
"He must have told her something about me."
"She knows you're my sister and that you are escaping a bad marriage."
"And she has no problem with that?"
He shook his head. "None whatsoever. We decided to leave it up to you if you wish to inform her of the details."
Caroline felt her heart racing in her chest. This opportunity was almost too good to believe. "You don't think she'd tell Carlisle where I am, do you?"
"No, Lady Kirkcaldy has no love lost for men who treat their wives badly. Her own husband treated her much the same as Carlisle has treated you."
"Really?"
"From what I understand, they eventually did learn to tolerate each other, but there were years when he treated her as his property and not his wife."
"That's what we are. We leave home and marry, becoming our husband's property. We must rely on them for everything."
"We leave as soon as you're ready. I plan to go as far as we can. We'll spend the night, and tomorrow we'll be well past London. We'll take the train to Edinburgh the rest of the way."
Caroline's life had changed dramatically from the moment she’d left her husband lying on the cellar floor. As it had been all her life, men made the most important decisions for her, though for the first time, she welcomed it. Letting Trent take hold of her immediate future didn't seem like such a bad thing. At least not now.
***
Avoiding the roads running in front of the estate and nearby, Trent took them across Blackmont's estate with relative ease. He knew the earl had a man following him. He wasn't very good at his job, and Trent had spotted him in London on more than one occasion.
If he had been afraid his sister couldn't have kept up, he was sorely mistaken. Caro had always been a competent rider, but her ability to ride astride for long periods of time was more than he could have expected. He wanted to quickly get as far as they could go, but since Carlisle had him being followed, he opted, once they got on the road, to take a slight detour. It would add some miles to their journey, but since he wanted to deliver his sister safely to Lady Kirkcaldy, the inconvenience was nothing.
He also wanted to be off the road by dark. Even if his sister were posing as a boy, that alone would be reason enough for highwaymen to stop them. This was Caro's best chance to be rid of the earl, hopefully for good, and he would do anything to protect her and to make sure she was safe from this monster.
He decided they would spend the night at a coaching inn called The Lion and Unicorn. He'd used it several times in his travels and had come to know the owner fairly well. He slowed the gelding as the structure came into view.
"We'll stop here for the night and get a fresh start in the morning."
"I thought we were going to catch the train for Scotland?"
"We will. We merely had to take a detour."
She shook her head. "A detour means someone was following us. Am I right?"
"Yes." He sighed. "There's been a man following me since London. I'm hoping we lost him leaving Blackmont's the way we did."
"You mean he might still be watching the duke's estate?"
He nodded. "That's what I'm hoping. I didn't want to take any chances, so I diverted us around. If he was following us, by the time he realizes he's been tricked, it will be too late and too far for him to catch up."
She pulled her horse next to her brother's, and rather than wait for him to help her down, she swung her leg over the gelding's back. She certainly was doing her best to play her part. Her life might depend on it.
They walked into the inn, and Trent looked around. "Stay here. Look at no one. I'm going to get us a room."
She nodded and watched as he greeted the proprietor. Fortunately, he remembered Trent and turned his attention to his guest. While her brother took care of procuring a room, Caro looked around the interior. Smoke hung in the dark rafters, and the smell of wood was overtaken by the aroma of stale ale and who knew what else. Deciding she might raise the eyebrow of anyone watching her, Caro ducked her head and stared at the floor until Trent returned.
"Come," he said. "I've gotten us a room, and I asked the owner to have a bath brought up. I've requested dinner be sent to the room after you've dressed."
She nodded, not wanting anyone to hear her voice.
He turned, and she followed him up the stairs to the inn's rooms. The room was at the end of the hall to give them privacy. Anyone approaching wouldn't be able to sneak up on them. He opened the door and followed Caro inside. The room had one large bed against the far wall. A table and a couple of chairs sat to one side. He walked over to the fire and stoked it to bring more heat to the room.
A knock on the door revealed two young men not much older than his sister. Between them, they carried a wooden tub. He watched as they placed it in front of the fire. Two young girls brought the first of many buckets of hot water. Caro, in the meantime, stood in front of the small sooty window, staring out into the dark, keeping her face hidden.
Once the last bucket was added and the door shut, she turned to face him. "Thank you."
"While you're enjoying your bath, I'll go down to the tap room for an ale. Lock the door behind me. I'll return in one hour. Open the door to no one but me."
She nodded and looked down at her dust ridden clothes. "I suppose I'll have to make do with these."
"At least until we arrive in Edinburgh. I sent word ahead for a selection of dresses to be delivered for you to try on and for them to send a variety of whatever else it is you women wear."
She smiled broadly. "Unless you've been living as a monk, you know very good and well what women wear under their dresses."
"And you would be correct. Now enjoy your bath while the water is hot." He turned and closed the door. Caroline followed and locked the door behind him.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Caroline looked around the enormous great hall as they waited. It looked more like a hunting lodge than a hall to greet guests. Taxidermy heads of stags stared down at them. She doubted it had been updated in generations and wondered how the women who'd lived here ever put up with all those eyes on them. It was most disconcerting.
She was about to ask Trent a question when a tall, muscular man with coal black hair strode into view.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," he said to Trent. His accent was neither Scot nor English, and Caroline wondered if he'd been raised on both sides of the border. "Douglas should have shown you to the drawing room. I fear he was unaware you're an old friend."
"I assure you I'm fine," Trent replied as they followed him into an elegantly furnished room, decorated in shades of blue and gold. He ushered them in and whispered something to a footman. Still, she hadn't been introduced.
"I'm sorry," the stranger said to Caroline as he swerved his head toward her. He had the most unusual and striking gray eyes she'd ever encountered. His hair was a tad longer than was fashionable, with every strand in place. "I'm Ewan Drummond, Duke of Kirkcaldy. You must be Lady Caroline."
"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Your Grace," she replied demurely. She sat in a dark blue and gold damask armchair and looked around the room. "Your home is quite lovely. Unusual."
There was a knock at the door, and the butler and a footman brought in a cart with a tea service. The duke went about fixing everyone a cup, despite protocol. He passed a cup to Caroline, then Trent.
"I see you made it here unscathed."
"Yes, we encountered no problems, and the trains certainly make getting to Edinburgh quite a bit easier," Trent said.
Kirkcaldy sat near Caroline. "Trent explained your unfortunate situation. I'm sorry you've had to experience such atrocities."
"Thank you. I understand your mother is in need of a companion?"
"Yes, and I think the two of you will get along quite well."
Caroline set her cup down. "Where is your mother?"
"She's taking a walk with her maid. One thing you should know about my mother; she spends as much time outdoors during the summer as possible."
"That's understandable with the summers so fleeting in Scotland."
"She also likes to travel whenever possible."
Caroline tried not to stare at him but found herself drawn to his eyes. She'd never encountered anyone with such a remarkable shade of gray. They were quite expressive and inviting.
"You might tell Caroline about her love of riding."
He smiled. "Ah, yes. I hope you enjoy riding because my mother, even at her age, is an avid rider and quite good I might add."
She prayed her brother wouldn't tell him about their journey, about her disguise. Unfortunately, he couldn't resist. "Caroline is quite an accomplished
rider. She disguised herself as a boy on our journey. She rode as good as any man, never a complaint."
"Did she? You're quite adventurous, Lady Carlisle."
"I suppose I am," she replied. "Even more so under more normal circumstances."
"I can only imagine."
"Does your mother know of my situation?" she asked, glancing from the duke to her brother.
The duke nodded. "She does and has no problem with it. You may speak with her freely about the matter or keep it to yourself. I'm sure the two of you will work it out."
Caroline was about to reply when an older woman entered the room. By the way she was dressed, Caroline knew she wasn't the dowager duchess. The housekeeper most likely.
"Lady Caroline, may I present Mrs. Douglas. She's been housekeeper here at Drummond Manor since I was a young boy. Mrs. Douglas will show you to your room."
"Thank you. I would like to rest for a while."
"You best enjoy it while you can. Mother will have you on the go from sunup to sundown. She doesn't believe in being idle."
She gazed at her brother before standing. "Are you headed back to Edinburgh?"
"No, Kirkcaldy and I have much to catch up on. I'll see you at dinner."
She nodded to both gentlemen, who were now standing, waiting for her to leave. As she took her leave, she followed the housekeeper from the room and towards the stairs. Portraits hung on the walls as they left the great hall. Landscapes seemed to be a favorite.
"I think you'll be happy here unless the dowager duchess decides differently. It overlooks the gardens, and the room gets a lot of light."
"Thank you, Mrs. Douglas."
The room was done in shades of pale yellow with white furniture. Not at all what Caroline expected. It was warm and inviting.
"I'll wait until you and Lady Kirkcaldy have had a chance to speak before assigning a lady’s maid. For tonight, I'll send someone to help you dress for dinner."
Caroline nodded, walking over to the windows. "Thank you, Mrs. Douglas. You've been quite kind."
"My lady, is there anything else I can assist you with?"
"No, I'll be fine."
The older woman nodded and left her.
She imagined Trent and the duke had important matters to discuss. Probably about her. The duke, she was sure, had more questions for her brother. Questions men would never talk about with a lady present.
Walking toward the bedroom, she picked up a book that sat on the edge of a small writing desk. It was in French, interestingly one covering the
revolution. Odd choice for a lady’s bedroom. She imagined the house held a large library and couldn't wait to look through the vast choices.
She sat and removed her boots before climbing up on the bed and lying down. She was more tired than she’d first believed. Every bone in her body still ached from all the riding she and Trent had done. If she lay down for just a while, she would be ready to make it through the evening.
When she finally opened her eyes, the sun was down on the horizon. How long had she slept? Someone was in the dressing room. Probably the maid the housekeeper was going to send to help her dress for the evening.
After dressing, she descended the stairs and was shown to the drawing room. The duke and Trent were standing near the fire quietly talking. Lady Kirkcaldy was nowhere to be seen. Both men acknowledged her as she approached, those striking gray eyes intently watching her.
"I trust you were able to sleep?" he inquired.
"Yes, thank you."
"Sherry?" he asked. "We're waiting on Mother, so this'll give us some time to talk."
"Please," she replied. She noted Trent was fighting hard not to smile. He knew her well enough to know she was faltering around this man, which hadn't been her intention. He was just so commanding.
"Your room was to your liking?"
"Yes. I love the view of the gardens. They're quite beautiful."
He nodded and handed her a crystal glass. "One of my mother's many passions."
"I can't wait to walk through them."
"I have no doubt Lady Kirkcaldy will proudly show them off to you tomorrow."
She took a sip of sherry, and before she could answer the duke, the door opened, and a woman with striking gray hair appeared. Walking regally towards them, Caroline noted she had the same gray eyes as her son. She was dressed in a deep sapphire colored gown with a double strand of pearls around her neck. The gown, she surmised, was most likely French as she'd never seen anything quite like it in London.
"Good evening," she said. The cadence of her voice was elegant and strong.
"Mother, may I present Lady Carlisle," he said before facing Trent. "You remember Trent of course?"
"Yes," she replied, turning her attention to Caroline. "This is the young woman you were telling me about?"
Drummond passed a glass of sherry to his mother before responding. "Yes. I think you and Lady Carlisle will get along famously."
"My son is of the opinion that I need a companion. I was hesitant but have concluded it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. I am quite fond of traveling and would rather share it with someone. Kirkcaldy isn't always available to accompany me, nor should he. A young woman such as yourself would be a welcome change."
"Thank you for the opportunity, Your Grace."
"Think nothing of it. We'll discuss it later, perhaps while the men have their port."
Dinner was a more elaborate affair than she’d expected. The food was superb. Whoever the duke had in his kitchen outdid themselves in everything that was served. It was also a lengthy affair, given all the courses put in front of her.
The evening started with a delicate turtle soup, followed by broiled salmon with capers and peaches in a cream sauce. Peppered venison and herb encrusted ham and a crisp skinned roast fowl came next, served with a medley of vegetables. There was much to choose from for dessert. Almond cheesecake, lemon puddings, and rice soufflé.
Dinner conversation had been remarkably delightful covering a variety of topics. Caroline found herself in awe of Lady Kirkcaldy. She lived life to the fullest and followed her heart. She spoke her mind, and unlike other men of the times, the duke sat back and listened. She also found the dowager duchess to be blunt and to the point, not one to mask her opinions or observations.
"You're obviously in need of a new wardrobe. I'll send for my modiste first thing in the morning."
"We could always just go to Edinburgh," Caroline offered.
"Nonsense. I detest sitting for hours in a shop looking at fashion plates while drinking tepid tea. She'll bring all of that, along with fabric samples for you to choose from."
Caroline nodded. "I can pay for my own wardrobe, Lady Kirkcaldy. I don't want you to think you're going to have to pay for my personal things."
"You are my companion, so therefore I will be paying. In the meantime, until my dressmaker arrives, I'm sure we can find you things to wear."
"Thank you."
"No need," she replied. "Now would you like to discuss my expectations?"
"Yes, please."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded to the tea service which sat on a table in front of them. "I like my tea with three sugars and a splash of cream."
Recognizing this was her cue, Caroline began to prepare two cups of tea. When she finished the dowager duchess's, she handed her the porcelain cup. She placed hers on a table next to her chair and waited.
"Excellent. Exactly as I like it," she proclaimed.
Unsure of what to say next, Caroline followed the older woman's lead as to where their conversation would go next.
"The duke has told me very little about you. What I do know is you're Trent's younger sister, and you're remarkable around horses. He also mentioned you had an abusive husband you are trying to escape."
Caught off guard, Caroline wasn't sure how to reply. "That's true. He's one of those men who regard women solely as their property. I ran off, and he's been looking for me ever since."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded. "I don't want you to worry about him anymore. You're safe here. I won't push you for information. Tell me if and when you're ready."
Caroline felt tears well up at the back of her eyes. "Thank you for that. You have no idea how much that means to me."
"We all make mistakes, my dear. The important thing is that we learn from them and move on."
"You're right. The past few months have been a nightmare, and I must admit I didn't act appropriately at times."
"Do any of us?"
The dowager duchess picked up her cup and took a sip as she studied Caroline. "You're an intelligent woman. We should get along famously."
"I'm glad you think so."
"I thought tomorrow we could go into the village. I'm sure you're in need of some things."
"I would like that very much," Caroline replied.
"Good," she said taking another sip of tea. "Did you find your room satisfactory?"
"It's beautiful. I love the view of the gardens."
"I thought you might like it. If there's anything you need, just let Mrs. Douglas know."
"Thank you, I will."
"You need a lady’s maid, and after speaking with Mrs. Douglas, we thought Fiona Macintyre would be a good fit for you. She's helped when we've had guests and has filled in for MacMillan, my own maid."
"I'm sure whoever you choose will be more than adequate." Caroline finished her cup of tea and placed the cup down on the table.
"As you enjoy riding, I'll have Kirkcaldy choose a proper mount for you. He breeds horses. His line is widely recognized, and he has people wanting to purchase animals from him from all over."
"My brother mentioned that and said they're known for their endurance."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded. "That's important here."
"I look forward to riding with you then."
At that time, the gentlemen joined them. Caroline was drawn to the duke, far more than she wanted herself to be. Apart from his dashing good looks and those intense deep gray eyes, she found him to be caring, as though her well-being actually mattered to him. He was delectable, the perfect man.
She silently cursed herself for having such feelings for a man she barely knew. For all she knew, he could be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Once Trent was gone, he would reveal his true self. Again, she reprimanded herself for allowing such thoughts to enter her mind. Trent and Kirkcaldy were old friends, and she didn't believe the duke to be anything other than what he presented, unlike Carlisle.
"Did you gentlemen resolve the world's problems?" the dowager duchess inquired.
"Indeed we wish we had. Sadly, there are far too many to resolve," Kirkcaldy replied.
Caroline listened, trying not to look directly at him. The dowager duchess seemed to be quite in tune with everything around her, and she couldn't afford
to lose this position before it even started. Trent would for sure have something to say if she did—all because of a man.
"Would you ladies care to join us in the billiards room?"
"It's been a long day. I think I'm going to retire," Caroline said. She rose from her chair.
"Of course," Lady Kirkcaldy agreed. "I think I shall as well. Lady Carlisle and I are going shopping in the village tomorrow."
"Leave something for the other ladies in the village, Mother."
"I scarcely think I buy that much. Lady Carlisle needs some things until my modiste arrives," she retorted.
The men waited for the ladies to quit the room before heading to the billiards room.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Unable to sleep that night, Caroline pushed the counterpane back, sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. This had become a regular occurrence, but more so since she’d fled the earl that one night. Normally a heavy sleeper, this sudden change in sleep habits didn't sit well with her. She found herself more tired the next day than if she'd not slept at all.
She slipped a wrap over her night rail and padded across the room. Perhaps a glass of warm milk would help her sleep, and she certainly needed that if she were going to accompany Lady Kirkcaldy to the village. Shopping always required a good night's sleep the night before. At least that's what her mother had always told her.
Making her way downstairs, through the hall leading to the kitchen, Caroline quickly found a pitcher of milk. She poured some into a pan and placed it atop the stove. The fire had long since faded, but she found there was still enough heat to warm her milk.
She sat down at the small wooden table with her glass. The kitchen itself was huge. The hearth where once food was cooked was now used for fires to take the chill off during those cold Scottish winters. The duke had also updated this space when he renovated the rest of the manor house. Running water and plumbing had been a must according to the dowager duchess. He was obviously quite progressive when it came to his home.
As she sat there sipping warm milk, she heard the kitchen door open, then shut. Caroline thought nothing of it. Probably a footman or maid. She was shocked when she looked up and saw the duke standing there staring at her. He was not dressed as she'd last seen him. He was attired in fawn breeches and a heavy white muslin shirt, which hung loose. His hair was tousled, a long strand of black hair falling on his face. He stared at her as though he couldn't believe his eyes. Well, why shouldn’t he? Here she was sitting in his kitchen, drinking warm milk and attired in her night rail and gown.
"Can't sleep?"
"No. I thought maybe a glass of warm milk might help."
His lips twitched. "I don't believe I've had warm milk since I was a boy. These days I find a good snifter of brandy works wonders."
"Most men do," she replied.
He walked past her, heading for the door that led back to the long hallway. "I will bid you good night, Lady Carlisle. I hope the warm milk helps you sleep." Again his lips twitched as he attempted not to smile, but he offered no explanation.
"Good night, Your Grace." She watched as his tall, muscular figure disappeared before turning her attention back to her glass.
Where had he been? Did he have a secret lover? Perhaps one of the maids? It was most unusual, but then men were not normal for the most part. They needed to fulfill their carnal needs. Obviously, he didn't have a mistress nor was he courting someone. At least not that she knew or had heard. The
dowager duchess surely would have mentioned it. In fact, she had said little about her son.
She poured the remainder of the milk from the pan and walked back upstairs. There was a definite chill in the air. Percy had told her to expect this. Being to the north, nights were cooler, and autumn would be upon them as soon as August left.
How would she deal with a cold Scottish winter, or did the dowager duchess have plans for them to travel to some warm land? Questions she was sure would be answered soon.
As she reached the top stair, she heard a door close. Kirkcaldy. The duke must have stopped by his study for a very quick brandy before heading to his chamber.
Rather than continue to wonder what the duke was doing this late at night, Caroline finished her milk and climbed into bed. This time she slept uninterrupted until the next morning.
She heard the rustling of a maid moving about the room. The young woman threw back the drapes only to reveal a very dark and dreary day as rain pelted the windows. Her first thought was of the outing she was to have with Lady Kirkcaldy. Hopefully, the dowager duchess would prefer staying indoors rather than venturing outdoors.
"Good morning, milady," a voice greeted her. "I'm Fiona Macintyre. The dowager duchess has placed me as your lady’s maid."
"Good morning."
"Lady Kirkcaldy is still abed. She informed her lady’s maid for me to tell you the trip to the village would wait for a more pleasant day. Oh, and she'll see you later this morning."
"Very well. In that case, I shall like a bath, then I'll dress for breakfast."
Macintyre bobbed and began her way to the bathing chamber. "Lady Kirkcaldy found a couple of dresses you may use until her dressmaker arrives."
"She's been too generous already."
"That she is milady."
Caroline followed the maid, and in moments found herself climbing into a bath scented with orange and honey. She allowed herself a few minutes to lie against the back of the tub and enjoy the quiet.
She found the duke and her brother in the breakfast room when she arrived. Both were reading newspapers, and Kirkcaldy had one hand stretched down feeding a rather large black dog.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she said, beaming.
"Good morning, Caro," her brother replied, using the abbreviated form of her given name.
"Lady Carlisle, good morning," the duke said.
She sat down, telling a footman what she wanted from the selection which sat on a sideboard. "No hunting?"
"No," Percy replied. "We're planning on going in the morning if the weather breaks."
"Yes, there's a rather large stag that's stumbled onto the estate. A magnificent creature," Kirkcaldy said.
"You've seen it, Your Grace?" she asked, picking up her fork.
"Quite a few times. He's been here for more than two or three years. He's quite magnificent."
"He must also be quite elusive."
The duke arched a brow. "Yes, he is. Anyway, we'll try tomorrow."
"Would you mind if I walked through the house, Your Grace? I'd like to familiarize myself with the layout."
"No, by all means. I can have Mrs. Douglas show you around if you'd prefer."
"I don't want to take her away from her work."
Caroline really wanted to walk alone. Mrs. Douglas would direct her only to rooms she thought she should see when surely there were many more the family used.
"I'm sure she'd be happy to have some diversion from her normal day to day tasks," he persisted.
Right then she knew she wasn't going to win this round. Even her brother peered at her from behind his newspaper as a reminder of who she was speaking with.
"As you wish, Your Grace."
"My mother rises late on mornings like this. It'll give you extra time for yourself."
She nodded and smiled. "Thank you for letting me know."
He placed his folded newspaper on the table and rose. "If you'll excuse me, I have something I need to tend to." He swung his attention to Trent. "Care to join me?"
Her brother nodded and walked out the door with the duke. He certainly was an odd man. She wondered if it had anything to do with last night or if this was a matter entirely different.
She absentmindedly slathered marmalade on a piece of toast as she pondered what those two were up to. What did he do besides overseeing the money the estate made? The industrial age had changed life a lot. No more were estates the single source of income for the aristocrats. Trent would be in the same situation once their father died. Perhaps the two of them were looking into some sort of business they could both profit from.
Her father, and her brother for that matter, never thought she paid attention to their conversations about some new locomotive or steam ship that was now available. Caroline was one of a handful of women who thought there was much more excitement to be found within the men's world than with needlework or learning to play pianoforte. Though she tolerated what was expected of her, there was a yearning for more. But as always, and the manner in which she was raised, she kept her disappointment and opinions to herself. As her mother would tell her, no good would come of it. Was there even a slight possibility Kirkcaldy was different from other men she'd known?
She picked up her cup of tea and pondered the duke.
***
Caroline quickly found the music room and library were two of her favorites. She was in awe when the housekeeper, Mrs. Douglas, showed her to the music room. Never before had she seen anything quite so beautiful. Obviously, music was an important part of the dowager duchess and her family's lives. It was one of the major projects the dowager duchess had taken on in her married life.
Inside the well-lit room sat a white pianoforte. A harp sat in a corner, making her ponder who played it. Most all the furniture was covered in a cream and gold music theme. Musical stanzas and notes dominated the print. The heavy drapes were also made of the same themed print as the upholstery. She was in awe as she imagined herself sitting at the keyboard playing. A small table sat near the piano with various sheet music on top.
She could imagine a young duke, his sister, and parents spending a rainy afternoon or evening here. Who played what? Perhaps she would find out soon.
Mrs. Douglas was quick to show her the next room—the library. Caroline observed quickly that this room was just as important to the family. Books spanning generations of Kirkcaldys lined the walls. A ladder sat against the shelves in order for its occupants to easily access the volumes. The room was rich, in shades of oak paneling with dark brown leather chairs placed throughout the room. One couch lined a wall near the hearth. While the room had more of a masculine tone, she could easily imagine herself spending hours in here reading.
She ran her hand over a few of the leather bound volumes, wondering how the books were cataloged, and promised herself to come back to spend more time familiarizing herself with its contents.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," the familiar voice of the dowager duchess said from across the room.
"Good day, Your Grace. Mrs. Douglas was giving me a tour of the house."
Mrs. Douglas nodded and quickly left the two women to themselves. How odd, but at the same time not. The housekeeper had been in her position for enough years to know the moods of her employers.
"I've had tea sent to the drawing room. I thought we might discuss a traveling schedule for the upcoming months."
Caroline bobbed and followed the older woman out of the library and to the drawing room. The dowager duchess turned toward her. "If you want something to read, I keep a small collection of novels in my sitting room. My son would probably lose his breath if I kept them in the library."
"It's one of his favorite rooms?"
"Yes," Lady Kirkcaldy replied. She nodded to Caroline, an indication for her to pour the tea while they talked. She was being tested. She prepared the dowager's tea as well as her own.
Lady Kirkcaldy accepted her cup and sat back in her chair. She thoughtfully looked out at the never ending rain still pelting against the windows.
"My son has business in Paris next month. I always try to go in the autumn. Since his father's death, Kirkcaldy has been most accommodating escorting me."
"How long do you stay?" Caroline asked as she took a sip of the black tea.
"A month at least. The weather changes so quickly here, and I don't ever wish to travel during one of our Scottish snowstorms."
"I look forward to our journey then. It'll be nice to have the duke escort us."
"Yes, well, we mustn't get too used to that." She put her cup down and sighed.
Caroline thought to venture into unknown waters. "He's betrothed?"
The dowager duchess smiled. "Kirkcaldy? Betrothed? Heavens, no. I do wish he'd find someone and marry. I'd like to see my grandchildren playing around here."
"He will marry. You'll see. He simply hasn't found the right young lady."
"Seeing how he doesn't attend the season in London or Edinburgh, I don't know how he'll ever find a suitable wife."
Caroline leaned forward. "My mother says the same thing about Trent."
"It's good to know I'm not the only mother who feels like that."
"You said you wished to travel more," Caroline said, wanting to get away from an uncomfortable matter. "Where would you like to go?"
"I have been most everywhere on the continent. My parents thought a good part of their children's education was travel, as did my late husband."
"I would have to agree with that."
"The late duke purchased a villa on the coast of Italy," the dowager duchess offered.
"How wonderful! Do you go there often?"
She shook her head. "Sadly to say, I haven't been since my husband died. Kirkcaldy has been, just to make sure everything was as it should be. We keep a small staff there."
"I think we should plan to go. In the spring perhaps."
The dowager duchess smiled. "I think that's a wonderful idea. It'll be so much easier to go now that I have you to travel with."
"What about your son? I'm sure he would escort you if you wanted to go."
She shook her head. "No, Kirkcaldy has no ties to the Villa. It was a special place for his father and me. He doesn't understand."
"Then we'll plan for spring."
"I should also like to travel to Inverness. That's where my daughter lives with her husband."
"Perhaps we can make a short trip before we leave for Paris."
"Perhaps."
The dowager duchess disclosed nothing more about her daughter, and Caroline decided it wasn't her place to ask questions. Sometimes relationships between mothers and daughters were precarious at best.
"I almost forgot," Lady Kirkcaldy said. "I received word back from my dressmaker. She'll be here the day after tomorrow."
"That's wonderful. I used to love going to the dressmaker with my mother or attempting to recreate something she made for me."
"You know how to sew?"
"Yes, extensively. But as my mother told me, it's not a job for young ladies of the peerage. That was why we hired dressmakers."
"Perhaps that'll change," the dowager duchess replied bluntly.
"Which is why I suppose I love going to Paris to look at all the latest new creations."
It had been ages since she'd sewn anything. The earl kept her from anything she loved. It didn't matter if it was her family or something she loved to do, such as sewing. He saw to it in their short time together that he was the only person in her life, that the world revolved around him and only him.
Silently, she found herself grateful for all the traveling the dowager duchess wished to do.Prequel
Blackmont Manor
"Your Grace, I need your help. Desperately."
Henry Blackmont, Duke of Blackmont, stood in disbelief at the young woman standing before him in the grand hall of his country home. He barely recognized her, but upon hearing her voice knew without a doubt this was indeed Lady Caroline Montgomery. Though she was the sister of one of his oldest friends, she had tried and tried to garner his attentions. None of it doing any good. Much to Lady Caroline's horror, he'd married the former Anna Grover. Theirs was a love match, something the lady standing before him could never give him. She'd proven herself incapable of such emotion.
"Come, we can speak in the drawing room."
He led her to the blue and cream room, leading her to the fireplace. He gazed at her. Once with meticulous hair and always dressed in the latest fashion, the woman who stood before him was anything but those qualities. This version of Lady Caroline was dressed as a man: buckskin colored breeches, an oversized muslin shirt, boots, and a black jacket and great coat. Nothing like the haute couture she'd been known for. Her hair was hastily combed into a bun and placed under a black cap, the blond now dull and lifeless, just like the rest of her.
"What has happened, Caroline?"
She spoke in hushed tones. "I fear I've killed the earl."
Blackmont tried to show no emotion. He showed her to a chair near the fire. "Tell me what happened and why you believe such."
"He took me to his estate in Surrey with the promise we'd go to Paris as soon as he completed a business transaction."
"Go on," he encouraged.
"When we arrived at his home in Surrey, it was closed up, not a servant in sight, the house bare of all furnishings. He's ruined."
"There have been rumors to that fact. He's sold everything that wasn't entailed."
She had his attention. This woman was a scared, timid thing. The Caroline he knew would know exactly what needed to be done. Of course, unless she had indeed killed the man. Then her priorities would have changed, and she would be in survival mode.
"What happened?"
"He locked me in a room in the cellar. Once, sometimes twice, a day he would come and bring me some food. Usually bread, cheese, and whatever fruit he could find."
"Go on," he once again encouraged her.
"He thought he could blackmail my father, using me as bait. My father, as you know, disowned me the second I ran off with the earl. He wasn't having any part of it. He told the earl I was dead to him."
"I'm surprised your brother didn't contact me."
"Trent is unaware of what is going on. I'm afraid I've disappointed him greatly."
Blackmont scrubbed his face with one hand, the days’ worth of stubble rough against his palm. "Trent wouldn't have been blackmailed, either."
"I know. He was evidently unable to procure even a loan, which made him angrier with me. One evening he came down to bring me dinner. It was rather late, and he was quite foxed. He wanted more than I was willing to give. We got into a tussle, he lost his balance, and his head hit the stone floor. He didn't move. I took off, leaving the door open. I ran and didn't look back."
"How can you be sure he's dead?"
"He wasn't moving," she replied.
Quite likely the man was simply passed out from drink, though he'd have one hell of a headache when he did wake up.
"How did you get here?"
"I took his horse."
Blackmont sat, thinking on what to do, how to handle this delicate situation. If the earl were alive, he would immediately go one of two ways. Go to London, thinking she'd gone to her family, or he would come to me believing she was here.
"You can stay the night, but only tonight. This will be one of the first places he'll look for you if he's still alive."
"Understood."
"In the meantime, I'll try and come up with a solution until we know of the earl's fate for sure. I believe your brother is in London. I'll get word to him. Until then, I know where you'll be safe until I hear back from Trent."
"Thank you. I didn't know where to turn and was unsure how my brother might receive me."
He looked at her. "I'll have to tell Anna your situation and that you're here. I'm sure she can find you something more appropriate to wear."
"I'm forever in your debt, Blackmont."
"Don't thank me yet. If the man is indeed dead, your life as you know it will change forever. Even if he's alive, things will never be the same for you. But let us not think of such unpleasant matters right now. Are you hungry?"
She nodded.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"I must confess I haven't eaten today."
"I'll have a tray sent up to you. In the meantime, sit here. Let me find the housekeeper and find out which room and have her get a maid to help with a bath and dressing you."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." He started toward the door. "Wait here."
Chapter One
Chapter One
As she waited on word from her brother, Trent, Caroline spent her days and nights in virtual isolation. Blackmont had hidden her in a cottage on his estate. The cottage was so well concealed one would have had to have been a member of the family to know it even existed.
The small cottage was situated on a small island in the middle of a man-made lake Henry's grandfather had built it as a private retreat for his duchess and himself. The structure was well hidden by foliage allowed to grow up over the years. Accessible only by small boat, the cottage proved to be a safe haven for her.
She saw no one. The cottage had been stocked with enough food to last her at least a month. Caroline was alone with a stack of books, needlework, and supplies for her to watercolor. Still, she was not at ease.
Not knowing whether Carlisle lived was almost all that consumed her thoughts on a daily basis.
What would she do if he had lived?
It was a place she didn't want to go and knew she should wait until Trent got word. He could discreetly make inquiries—unless, of course, the earl was indeed dead, and then it would be all over every newspaper in London.
She sat looking out the windows one summer afternoon. It was one of those typical English days when you couldn't tell whether it would rain or not. She'd been attempting to do some needlework when she thought she saw the outline of someone walking to the cottage. It could only be Blackmont or perhaps one of his servants. No one else knew the place existed.
She held her breath and waited as the mysterious figure came closer. Not knowing what to do, she froze in her chair.
When the stranger reached the small clearing directly surrounding the cottage, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the tall, muscular outline of her brother, the Marquess of Trent. He was the heir to their father, the Duke of Marlborough. He was also one of the most serious young men Caroline knew. Trent had little time for laughter or fun. Their father had driven that into him from an early age. He was and had been his father's duke in training.
Caroline rose and quickly strode to the door to greet him. "You are a welcome sight, brother."
He nodded but didn't embrace her or even offer a peck on the cheek. "We need to talk."
"Yes, come inside." She dared not blurt out and ask him about the earl. Trent would enlighten her of that in his own good time.
He sat down on a gold upholstered couch and laid his arm lazily across the back. He looked around at his surroundings before shifting his focus to her.
"You can breathe easier. Carlisle is still alive."
Caroline's hand flew up to her neck. "Oh, thank God."
Trent shook his head. "Don't thank anyone just yet. The earl is looking for you."
"How can he possibly afford to do that?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I know he's looking for you himself, but even that takes funds. I know he's scoured London for you."
"Have you talked with him?"
"Yes." He nodded, his brow furrowed. "He came to my house looking for you about a week ago. He claims you ran off. He wants you back and says all's forgiven."
"Of course he wants me back. He wants my money."
"I thought he spent everything."
She shook her head. "Not everything. I sold some of my jewelry and hid the money."
He smiled. "That explains a lot."
"How do you mean?"
"Why he's so desperate to find you. The money."
"That and he doesn't want me speaking out against him. He doesn't want people knowing what a wicked man he really is."
He arched a brow and nodded. "Agreed. We've got to get you away from here and London. If not, it'll only be a matter of time before he finds you."
"You don't think he'll give up his search?" She rose from her chair, noting it had begun to gently rain. "Tea?"
"Please. He'll eventually give up, but right now he doesn't want it known he held you in a cellar. In fact, he's claiming you've gone mad, and that's the only safe place he had to put you."
Caroline stared at him in disbelief. "Which means he'll try and have me locked away in one of those places for mentally deranged souls. Out of sight, out of mind."
She went into the kitchen to make tea. Trent followed. She readied a pot and found two porcelain cups.
"I don't know what to tell you, sister. The man himself is mad and will stop at nothing to silence you."
"I can't stay here forever. Blackmont and the duchess have been more than generous in allowing me to stay this long."
Trent accepted a cup from her. "Carlisle has been here looking for you."
"What? When?" She was horrified at the thought.
"I believe Blackmont said the earl came by about four days ago. He convinced Carlisle he hadn't seen or heard from you."
"And he believed him?"
"Yes, so it seems."
"What am I to do, Trent? I can't go back to him."
"Don't worry. I've made a decision for you."
"What?"
He shifted his weight around on his feet. "I have a friend whose mother is in need of a companion."
"As long as she doesn't live in London."
He smiled, and a laugh escaped him. "His mother detests London and hasn't been to town in years."
"Where does she live?"
"Scotland."
She arched a brow. "I see. What all is expected of me?"
Trent shrugged. "Whatever it is you women do. I'm afraid I don't know all the details. When he told me his mother was in need of a companion, I merely mentioned I knew of someone who would be perfect."
"Does he know my situation?"
He arched a brow. "He's a close friend, so yes. His mother doesn't, and we're going to leave it up to you whether you tell her or not."
"He must have told her something about me."
"She knows you're my sister and that you are escaping a bad marriage."
"And she has no problem with that?"
He shook his head. "None whatsoever. We decided to leave it up to you if you wish to inform her of the details."
Caroline felt her heart racing in her chest. This opportunity was almost too good to believe. "You don't think she'd tell Carlisle where I am, do you?"
"No, Lady Kirkcaldy has no love lost for men who treat their wives badly. Her own husband treated her much the same as Carlisle has treated you."
"Really?"
"From what I understand, they eventually did learn to tolerate each other, but there were years when he treated her as his property and not his wife."
"That's what we are. We leave home and marry, becoming our husband's property. We must rely on them for everything."
"We leave as soon as you're ready. I plan to go as far as we can. We'll spend the night, and tomorrow we'll be well past London. We'll take the train to Edinburgh the rest of the way."
Caroline's life had changed dramatically from the moment she’d left her husband lying on the cellar floor. As it had been all her life, men made the most important decisions for her, though for the first time, she welcomed it. Letting Trent take hold of her immediate future didn't seem like such a bad thing. At least not now.
***
Avoiding the roads running in front of the estate and nearby, Trent took them across Blackmont's estate with relative ease. He knew the earl had a man following him. He wasn't very good at his job, and Trent had spotted him in London on more than one occasion.
If he had been afraid his sister couldn't have kept up, he was sorely mistaken. Caro had always been a competent rider, but her ability to ride astride for long periods of time was more than he could have expected. He wanted to quickly get as far as they could go, but since Carlisle had him being followed, he opted, once they got on the road, to take a slight detour. It would add some miles to their journey, but since he wanted to deliver his sister safely to Lady Kirkcaldy, the inconvenience was nothing.
He also wanted to be off the road by dark. Even if his sister were posing as a boy, that alone would be reason enough for highwaymen to stop them. This was Caro's best chance to be rid of the earl, hopefully for good, and he would do anything to protect her and to make sure she was safe from this monster.
He decided they would spend the night at a coaching inn called The Lion and Unicorn. He'd used it several times in his travels and had come to know the owner fairly well. He slowed the gelding as the structure came into view.
"We'll stop here for the night and get a fresh start in the morning."
"I thought we were going to catch the train for Scotland?"
"We will. We merely had to take a detour."
She shook her head. "A detour means someone was following us. Am I right?"
"Yes." He sighed. "There's been a man following me since London. I'm hoping we lost him leaving Blackmont's the way we did."
"You mean he might still be watching the duke's estate?"
He nodded. "That's what I'm hoping. I didn't want to take any chances, so I diverted us around. If he was following us, by the time he realizes he's been tricked, it will be too late and too far for him to catch up."
She pulled her horse next to her brother's, and rather than wait for him to help her down, she swung her leg over the gelding's back. She certainly was doing her best to play her part. Her life might depend on it.
They walked into the inn, and Trent looked around. "Stay here. Look at no one. I'm going to get us a room."
She nodded and watched as he greeted the proprietor. Fortunately, he remembered Trent and turned his attention to his guest. While her brother took care of procuring a room, Caro looked around the interior. Smoke hung in the dark rafters, and the smell of wood was overtaken by the aroma of stale ale and who knew what else. Deciding she might raise the eyebrow of anyone watching her, Caro ducked her head and stared at the floor until Trent returned.
"Come," he said. "I've gotten us a room, and I asked the owner to have a bath brought up. I've requested dinner be sent to the room after you've dressed."
She nodded, not wanting anyone to hear her voice.
He turned, and she followed him up the stairs to the inn's rooms. The room was at the end of the hall to give them privacy. Anyone approaching wouldn't be able to sneak up on them. He opened the door and followed Caro inside. The room had one large bed against the far wall. A table and a couple of chairs sat to one side. He walked over to the fire and stoked it to bring more heat to the room.
A knock on the door revealed two young men not much older than his sister. Between them, they carried a wooden tub. He watched as they placed it in front of the fire. Two young girls brought the first of many buckets of hot water. Caro, in the meantime, stood in front of the small sooty window, staring out into the dark, keeping her face hidden.
Once the last bucket was added and the door shut, she turned to face him. "Thank you."
"While you're enjoying your bath, I'll go down to the tap room for an ale. Lock the door behind me. I'll return in one hour. Open the door to no one but me."
She nodded and looked down at her dust ridden clothes. "I suppose I'll have to make do with these."
"At least until we arrive in Edinburgh. I sent word ahead for a selection of dresses to be delivered for you to try on and for them to send a variety of whatever else it is you women wear."
She smiled broadly. "Unless you've been living as a monk, you know very good and well what women wear under their dresses."
"And you would be correct. Now enjoy your bath while the water is hot." He turned and closed the door. Caroline followed and locked the door behind him.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Caroline looked around the enormous great hall as they waited. It looked more like a hunting lodge than a hall to greet guests. Taxidermy heads of stags stared down at them. She doubted it had been updated in generations and wondered how the women who'd lived here ever put up with all those eyes on them. It was most disconcerting.
She was about to ask Trent a question when a tall, muscular man with coal black hair strode into view.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," he said to Trent. His accent was neither Scot nor English, and Caroline wondered if he'd been raised on both sides of the border. "Douglas should have shown you to the drawing room. I fear he was unaware you're an old friend."
"I assure you I'm fine," Trent replied as they followed him into an elegantly furnished room, decorated in shades of blue and gold. He ushered them in and whispered something to a footman. Still, she hadn't been introduced.
"I'm sorry," the stranger said to Caroline as he swerved his head toward her. He had the most unusual and striking gray eyes she'd ever encountered. His hair was a tad longer than was fashionable, with every strand in place. "I'm Ewan Drummond, Duke of Kirkcaldy. You must be Lady Caroline."
"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Your Grace," she replied demurely. She sat in a dark blue and gold damask armchair and looked around the room. "Your home is quite lovely. Unusual."
There was a knock at the door, and the butler and a footman brought in a cart with a tea service. The duke went about fixing everyone a cup, despite protocol. He passed a cup to Caroline, then Trent.
"I see you made it here unscathed."
"Yes, we encountered no problems, and the trains certainly make getting to Edinburgh quite a bit easier," Trent said.
Kirkcaldy sat near Caroline. "Trent explained your unfortunate situation. I'm sorry you've had to experience such atrocities."
"Thank you. I understand your mother is in need of a companion?"
"Yes, and I think the two of you will get along quite well."
Caroline set her cup down. "Where is your mother?"
"She's taking a walk with her maid. One thing you should know about my mother; she spends as much time outdoors during the summer as possible."
"That's understandable with the summers so fleeting in Scotland."
"She also likes to travel whenever possible."
Caroline tried not to stare at him but found herself drawn to his eyes. She'd never encountered anyone with such a remarkable shade of gray. They were quite expressive and inviting.
"You might tell Caroline about her love of riding."
He smiled. "Ah, yes. I hope you enjoy riding because my mother, even at her age, is an avid rider and quite good I might add."
She prayed her brother wouldn't tell him about their journey, about her disguise. Unfortunately, he couldn't resist. "Caroline is quite an accomplished
rider. She disguised herself as a boy on our journey. She rode as good as any man, never a complaint."
"Did she? You're quite adventurous, Lady Carlisle."
"I suppose I am," she replied. "Even more so under more normal circumstances."
"I can only imagine."
"Does your mother know of my situation?" she asked, glancing from the duke to her brother.
The duke nodded. "She does and has no problem with it. You may speak with her freely about the matter or keep it to yourself. I'm sure the two of you will work it out."
Caroline was about to reply when an older woman entered the room. By the way she was dressed, Caroline knew she wasn't the dowager duchess. The housekeeper most likely.
"Lady Caroline, may I present Mrs. Douglas. She's been housekeeper here at Drummond Manor since I was a young boy. Mrs. Douglas will show you to your room."
"Thank you. I would like to rest for a while."
"You best enjoy it while you can. Mother will have you on the go from sunup to sundown. She doesn't believe in being idle."
She gazed at her brother before standing. "Are you headed back to Edinburgh?"
"No, Kirkcaldy and I have much to catch up on. I'll see you at dinner."
She nodded to both gentlemen, who were now standing, waiting for her to leave. As she took her leave, she followed the housekeeper from the room and towards the stairs. Portraits hung on the walls as they left the great hall. Landscapes seemed to be a favorite.
"I think you'll be happy here unless the dowager duchess decides differently. It overlooks the gardens, and the room gets a lot of light."
"Thank you, Mrs. Douglas."
The room was done in shades of pale yellow with white furniture. Not at all what Caroline expected. It was warm and inviting.
"I'll wait until you and Lady Kirkcaldy have had a chance to speak before assigning a lady’s maid. For tonight, I'll send someone to help you dress for dinner."
Caroline nodded, walking over to the windows. "Thank you, Mrs. Douglas. You've been quite kind."
"My lady, is there anything else I can assist you with?"
"No, I'll be fine."
The older woman nodded and left her.
She imagined Trent and the duke had important matters to discuss. Probably about her. The duke, she was sure, had more questions for her brother. Questions men would never talk about with a lady present.
Walking toward the bedroom, she picked up a book that sat on the edge of a small writing desk. It was in French, interestingly one covering the
revolution. Odd choice for a lady’s bedroom. She imagined the house held a large library and couldn't wait to look through the vast choices.
She sat and removed her boots before climbing up on the bed and lying down. She was more tired than she’d first believed. Every bone in her body still ached from all the riding she and Trent had done. If she lay down for just a while, she would be ready to make it through the evening.
When she finally opened her eyes, the sun was down on the horizon. How long had she slept? Someone was in the dressing room. Probably the maid the housekeeper was going to send to help her dress for the evening.
After dressing, she descended the stairs and was shown to the drawing room. The duke and Trent were standing near the fire quietly talking. Lady Kirkcaldy was nowhere to be seen. Both men acknowledged her as she approached, those striking gray eyes intently watching her.
"I trust you were able to sleep?" he inquired.
"Yes, thank you."
"Sherry?" he asked. "We're waiting on Mother, so this'll give us some time to talk."
"Please," she replied. She noted Trent was fighting hard not to smile. He knew her well enough to know she was faltering around this man, which hadn't been her intention. He was just so commanding.
"Your room was to your liking?"
"Yes. I love the view of the gardens. They're quite beautiful."
He nodded and handed her a crystal glass. "One of my mother's many passions."
"I can't wait to walk through them."
"I have no doubt Lady Kirkcaldy will proudly show them off to you tomorrow."
She took a sip of sherry, and before she could answer the duke, the door opened, and a woman with striking gray hair appeared. Walking regally towards them, Caroline noted she had the same gray eyes as her son. She was dressed in a deep sapphire colored gown with a double strand of pearls around her neck. The gown, she surmised, was most likely French as she'd never seen anything quite like it in London.
"Good evening," she said. The cadence of her voice was elegant and strong.
"Mother, may I present Lady Carlisle," he said before facing Trent. "You remember Trent of course?"
"Yes," she replied, turning her attention to Caroline. "This is the young woman you were telling me about?"
Drummond passed a glass of sherry to his mother before responding. "Yes. I think you and Lady Carlisle will get along famously."
"My son is of the opinion that I need a companion. I was hesitant but have concluded it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. I am quite fond of traveling and would rather share it with someone. Kirkcaldy isn't always available to accompany me, nor should he. A young woman such as yourself would be a welcome change."
"Thank you for the opportunity, Your Grace."
"Think nothing of it. We'll discuss it later, perhaps while the men have their port."
Dinner was a more elaborate affair than she’d expected. The food was superb. Whoever the duke had in his kitchen outdid themselves in everything that was served. It was also a lengthy affair, given all the courses put in front of her.
The evening started with a delicate turtle soup, followed by broiled salmon with capers and peaches in a cream sauce. Peppered venison and herb encrusted ham and a crisp skinned roast fowl came next, served with a medley of vegetables. There was much to choose from for dessert. Almond cheesecake, lemon puddings, and rice soufflé.
Dinner conversation had been remarkably delightful covering a variety of topics. Caroline found herself in awe of Lady Kirkcaldy. She lived life to the fullest and followed her heart. She spoke her mind, and unlike other men of the times, the duke sat back and listened. She also found the dowager duchess to be blunt and to the point, not one to mask her opinions or observations.
"You're obviously in need of a new wardrobe. I'll send for my modiste first thing in the morning."
"We could always just go to Edinburgh," Caroline offered.
"Nonsense. I detest sitting for hours in a shop looking at fashion plates while drinking tepid tea. She'll bring all of that, along with fabric samples for you to choose from."
Caroline nodded. "I can pay for my own wardrobe, Lady Kirkcaldy. I don't want you to think you're going to have to pay for my personal things."
"You are my companion, so therefore I will be paying. In the meantime, until my dressmaker arrives, I'm sure we can find you things to wear."
"Thank you."
"No need," she replied. "Now would you like to discuss my expectations?"
"Yes, please."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded to the tea service which sat on a table in front of them. "I like my tea with three sugars and a splash of cream."
Recognizing this was her cue, Caroline began to prepare two cups of tea. When she finished the dowager duchess's, she handed her the porcelain cup. She placed hers on a table next to her chair and waited.
"Excellent. Exactly as I like it," she proclaimed.
Unsure of what to say next, Caroline followed the older woman's lead as to where their conversation would go next.
"The duke has told me very little about you. What I do know is you're Trent's younger sister, and you're remarkable around horses. He also mentioned you had an abusive husband you are trying to escape."
Caught off guard, Caroline wasn't sure how to reply. "That's true. He's one of those men who regard women solely as their property. I ran off, and he's been looking for me ever since."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded. "I don't want you to worry about him anymore. You're safe here. I won't push you for information. Tell me if and when you're ready."
Caroline felt tears well up at the back of her eyes. "Thank you for that. You have no idea how much that means to me."
"We all make mistakes, my dear. The important thing is that we learn from them and move on."
"You're right. The past few months have been a nightmare, and I must admit I didn't act appropriately at times."
"Do any of us?"
The dowager duchess picked up her cup and took a sip as she studied Caroline. "You're an intelligent woman. We should get along famously."
"I'm glad you think so."
"I thought tomorrow we could go into the village. I'm sure you're in need of some things."
"I would like that very much," Caroline replied.
"Good," she said taking another sip of tea. "Did you find your room satisfactory?"
"It's beautiful. I love the view of the gardens."
"I thought you might like it. If there's anything you need, just let Mrs. Douglas know."
"Thank you, I will."
"You need a lady’s maid, and after speaking with Mrs. Douglas, we thought Fiona Macintyre would be a good fit for you. She's helped when we've had guests and has filled in for MacMillan, my own maid."
"I'm sure whoever you choose will be more than adequate." Caroline finished her cup of tea and placed the cup down on the table.
"As you enjoy riding, I'll have Kirkcaldy choose a proper mount for you. He breeds horses. His line is widely recognized, and he has people wanting to purchase animals from him from all over."
"My brother mentioned that and said they're known for their endurance."
Lady Kirkcaldy nodded. "That's important here."
"I look forward to riding with you then."
At that time, the gentlemen joined them. Caroline was drawn to the duke, far more than she wanted herself to be. Apart from his dashing good looks and those intense deep gray eyes, she found him to be caring, as though her well-being actually mattered to him. He was delectable, the perfect man.
She silently cursed herself for having such feelings for a man she barely knew. For all she knew, he could be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Once Trent was gone, he would reveal his true self. Again, she reprimanded herself for allowing such thoughts to enter her mind. Trent and Kirkcaldy were old friends, and she didn't believe the duke to be anything other than what he presented, unlike Carlisle.
"Did you gentlemen resolve the world's problems?" the dowager duchess inquired.
"Indeed we wish we had. Sadly, there are far too many to resolve," Kirkcaldy replied.
Caroline listened, trying not to look directly at him. The dowager duchess seemed to be quite in tune with everything around her, and she couldn't afford
to lose this position before it even started. Trent would for sure have something to say if she did—all because of a man.
"Would you ladies care to join us in the billiards room?"
"It's been a long day. I think I'm going to retire," Caroline said. She rose from her chair.
"Of course," Lady Kirkcaldy agreed. "I think I shall as well. Lady Carlisle and I are going shopping in the village tomorrow."
"Leave something for the other ladies in the village, Mother."
"I scarcely think I buy that much. Lady Carlisle needs some things until my modiste arrives," she retorted.
The men waited for the ladies to quit the room before heading to the billiards room.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Unable to sleep that night, Caroline pushed the counterpane back, sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. This had become a regular occurrence, but more so since she’d fled the earl that one night. Normally a heavy sleeper, this sudden change in sleep habits didn't sit well with her. She found herself more tired the next day than if she'd not slept at all.
She slipped a wrap over her night rail and padded across the room. Perhaps a glass of warm milk would help her sleep, and she certainly needed that if she were going to accompany Lady Kirkcaldy to the village. Shopping always required a good night's sleep the night before. At least that's what her mother had always told her.
Making her way downstairs, through the hall leading to the kitchen, Caroline quickly found a pitcher of milk. She poured some into a pan and placed it atop the stove. The fire had long since faded, but she found there was still enough heat to warm her milk.
She sat down at the small wooden table with her glass. The kitchen itself was huge. The hearth where once food was cooked was now used for fires to take the chill off during those cold Scottish winters. The duke had also updated this space when he renovated the rest of the manor house. Running water and plumbing had been a must according to the dowager duchess. He was obviously quite progressive when it came to his home.
As she sat there sipping warm milk, she heard the kitchen door open, then shut. Caroline thought nothing of it. Probably a footman or maid. She was shocked when she looked up and saw the duke standing there staring at her. He was not dressed as she'd last seen him. He was attired in fawn breeches and a heavy white muslin shirt, which hung loose. His hair was tousled, a long strand of black hair falling on his face. He stared at her as though he couldn't believe his eyes. Well, why shouldn’t he? Here she was sitting in his kitchen, drinking warm milk and attired in her night rail and gown.
"Can't sleep?"
"No. I thought maybe a glass of warm milk might help."
His lips twitched. "I don't believe I've had warm milk since I was a boy. These days I find a good snifter of brandy works wonders."
"Most men do," she replied.
He walked past her, heading for the door that led back to the long hallway. "I will bid you good night, Lady Carlisle. I hope the warm milk helps you sleep." Again his lips twitched as he attempted not to smile, but he offered no explanation.
"Good night, Your Grace." She watched as his tall, muscular figure disappeared before turning her attention back to her glass.
Where had he been? Did he have a secret lover? Perhaps one of the maids? It was most unusual, but then men were not normal for the most part. They needed to fulfill their carnal needs. Obviously, he didn't have a mistress nor was he courting someone. At least not that she knew or had heard. The
dowager duchess surely would have mentioned it. In fact, she had said little about her son.
She poured the remainder of the milk from the pan and walked back upstairs. There was a definite chill in the air. Percy had told her to expect this. Being to the north, nights were cooler, and autumn would be upon them as soon as August left.
How would she deal with a cold Scottish winter, or did the dowager duchess have plans for them to travel to some warm land? Questions she was sure would be answered soon.
As she reached the top stair, she heard a door close. Kirkcaldy. The duke must have stopped by his study for a very quick brandy before heading to his chamber.
Rather than continue to wonder what the duke was doing this late at night, Caroline finished her milk and climbed into bed. This time she slept uninterrupted until the next morning.
She heard the rustling of a maid moving about the room. The young woman threw back the drapes only to reveal a very dark and dreary day as rain pelted the windows. Her first thought was of the outing she was to have with Lady Kirkcaldy. Hopefully, the dowager duchess would prefer staying indoors rather than venturing outdoors.
"Good morning, milady," a voice greeted her. "I'm Fiona Macintyre. The dowager duchess has placed me as your lady’s maid."
"Good morning."
"Lady Kirkcaldy is still abed. She informed her lady’s maid for me to tell you the trip to the village would wait for a more pleasant day. Oh, and she'll see you later this morning."
"Very well. In that case, I shall like a bath, then I'll dress for breakfast."
Macintyre bobbed and began her way to the bathing chamber. "Lady Kirkcaldy found a couple of dresses you may use until her dressmaker arrives."
"She's been too generous already."
"That she is milady."
Caroline followed the maid, and in moments found herself climbing into a bath scented with orange and honey. She allowed herself a few minutes to lie against the back of the tub and enjoy the quiet.
She found the duke and her brother in the breakfast room when she arrived. Both were reading newspapers, and Kirkcaldy had one hand stretched down feeding a rather large black dog.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she said, beaming.
"Good morning, Caro," her brother replied, using the abbreviated form of her given name.
"Lady Carlisle, good morning," the duke said.
She sat down, telling a footman what she wanted from the selection which sat on a sideboard. "No hunting?"
"No," Percy replied. "We're planning on going in the morning if the weather breaks."
"Yes, there's a rather large stag that's stumbled onto the estate. A magnificent creature," Kirkcaldy said.
"You've seen it, Your Grace?" she asked, picking up her fork.
"Quite a few times. He's been here for more than two or three years. He's quite magnificent."
"He must also be quite elusive."
The duke arched a brow. "Yes, he is. Anyway, we'll try tomorrow."
"Would you mind if I walked through the house, Your Grace? I'd like to familiarize myself with the layout."
"No, by all means. I can have Mrs. Douglas show you around if you'd prefer."
"I don't want to take her away from her work."
Caroline really wanted to walk alone. Mrs. Douglas would direct her only to rooms she thought she should see when surely there were many more the family used.
"I'm sure she'd be happy to have some diversion from her normal day to day tasks," he persisted.
Right then she knew she wasn't going to win this round. Even her brother peered at her from behind his newspaper as a reminder of who she was speaking with.
"As you wish, Your Grace."
"My mother rises late on mornings like this. It'll give you extra time for yourself."
She nodded and smiled. "Thank you for letting me know."
He placed his folded newspaper on the table and rose. "If you'll excuse me, I have something I need to tend to." He swung his attention to Trent. "Care to join me?"
Her brother nodded and walked out the door with the duke. He certainly was an odd man. She wondered if it had anything to do with last night or if this was a matter entirely different.
She absentmindedly slathered marmalade on a piece of toast as she pondered what those two were up to. What did he do besides overseeing the money the estate made? The industrial age had changed life a lot. No more were estates the single source of income for the aristocrats. Trent would be in the same situation once their father died. Perhaps the two of them were looking into some sort of business they could both profit from.
Her father, and her brother for that matter, never thought she paid attention to their conversations about some new locomotive or steam ship that was now available. Caroline was one of a handful of women who thought there was much more excitement to be found within the men's world than with needlework or learning to play pianoforte. Though she tolerated what was expected of her, there was a yearning for more. But as always, and the manner in which she was raised, she kept her disappointment and opinions to herself. As her mother would tell her, no good would come of it. Was there even a slight possibility Kirkcaldy was different from other men she'd known?
She picked up her cup of tea and pondered the duke.
***
Caroline quickly found the music room and library were two of her favorites. She was in awe when the housekeeper, Mrs. Douglas, showed her to the music room. Never before had she seen anything quite so beautiful. Obviously, music was an important part of the dowager duchess and her family's lives. It was one of the major projects the dowager duchess had taken on in her married life.
Inside the well-lit room sat a white pianoforte. A harp sat in a corner, making her ponder who played it. Most all the furniture was covered in a cream and gold music theme. Musical stanzas and notes dominated the print. The heavy drapes were also made of the same themed print as the upholstery. She was in awe as she imagined herself sitting at the keyboard playing. A small table sat near the piano with various sheet music on top.
She could imagine a young duke, his sister, and parents spending a rainy afternoon or evening here. Who played what? Perhaps she would find out soon.
Mrs. Douglas was quick to show her the next room—the library. Caroline observed quickly that this room was just as important to the family. Books spanning generations of Kirkcaldys lined the walls. A ladder sat against the shelves in order for its occupants to easily access the volumes. The room was rich, in shades of oak paneling with dark brown leather chairs placed throughout the room. One couch lined a wall near the hearth. While the room had more of a masculine tone, she could easily imagine herself spending hours in here reading.
She ran her hand over a few of the leather bound volumes, wondering how the books were cataloged, and promised herself to come back to spend more time familiarizing herself with its contents.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," the familiar voice of the dowager duchess said from across the room.
"Good day, Your Grace. Mrs. Douglas was giving me a tour of the house."
Mrs. Douglas nodded and quickly left the two women to themselves. How odd, but at the same time not. The housekeeper had been in her position for enough years to know the moods of her employers.
"I've had tea sent to the drawing room. I thought we might discuss a traveling schedule for the upcoming months."
Caroline bobbed and followed the older woman out of the library and to the drawing room. The dowager duchess turned toward her. "If you want something to read, I keep a small collection of novels in my sitting room. My son would probably lose his breath if I kept them in the library."
"It's one of his favorite rooms?"
"Yes," Lady Kirkcaldy replied. She nodded to Caroline, an indication for her to pour the tea while they talked. She was being tested. She prepared the dowager's tea as well as her own.
Lady Kirkcaldy accepted her cup and sat back in her chair. She thoughtfully looked out at the never ending rain still pelting against the windows.
"My son has business in Paris next month. I always try to go in the autumn. Since his father's death, Kirkcaldy has been most accommodating escorting me."
"How long do you stay?" Caroline asked as she took a sip of the black tea.
"A month at least. The weather changes so quickly here, and I don't ever wish to travel during one of our Scottish snowstorms."
"I look forward to our journey then. It'll be nice to have the duke escort us."
"Yes, well, we mustn't get too used to that." She put her cup down and sighed.
Caroline thought to venture into unknown waters. "He's betrothed?"
The dowager duchess smiled. "Kirkcaldy? Betrothed? Heavens, no. I do wish he'd find someone and marry. I'd like to see my grandchildren playing around here."
"He will marry. You'll see. He simply hasn't found the right young lady."
"Seeing how he doesn't attend the season in London or Edinburgh, I don't know how he'll ever find a suitable wife."
Caroline leaned forward. "My mother says the same thing about Trent."
"It's good to know I'm not the only mother who feels like that."
"You said you wished to travel more," Caroline said, wanting to get away from an uncomfortable matter. "Where would you like to go?"
"I have been most everywhere on the continent. My parents thought a good part of their children's education was travel, as did my late husband."
"I would have to agree with that."
"The late duke purchased a villa on the coast of Italy," the dowager duchess offered.
"How wonderful! Do you go there often?"
She shook her head. "Sadly to say, I haven't been since my husband died. Kirkcaldy has been, just to make sure everything was as it should be. We keep a small staff there."
"I think we should plan to go. In the spring perhaps."
The dowager duchess smiled. "I think that's a wonderful idea. It'll be so much easier to go now that I have you to travel with."
"What about your son? I'm sure he would escort you if you wanted to go."
She shook her head. "No, Kirkcaldy has no ties to the Villa. It was a special place for his father and me. He doesn't understand."
"Then we'll plan for spring."
"I should also like to travel to Inverness. That's where my daughter lives with her husband."
"Perhaps we can make a short trip before we leave for Paris."
"Perhaps."
The dowager duchess disclosed nothing more about her daughter, and Caroline decided it wasn't her place to ask questions. Sometimes relationships between mothers and daughters were precarious at best.
"I almost forgot," Lady Kirkcaldy said. "I received word back from my dressmaker. She'll be here the day after tomorrow."
"That's wonderful. I used to love going to the dressmaker with my mother or attempting to recreate something she made for me."
"You know how to sew?"
"Yes, extensively. But as my mother told me, it's not a job for young ladies of the peerage. That was why we hired dressmakers."
"Perhaps that'll change," the dowager duchess replied bluntly.
"Which is why I suppose I love going to Paris to look at all the latest new creations."
It had been ages since she'd sewn anything. The earl kept her from anything she loved. It didn't matter if it was her family or something she loved to do, such as sewing. He saw to it in their short time together that he was the only person in her life, that the world revolved around him and only him.
Silently, she found herself grateful for all the traveling the dowager duchess wished to do.