Chapter Eight
Julienne collected Aunt Eugenia and left the ball immediately.
She was relieved to return to Montrose Hall. With her emotions in turmoil, she longed for a glass of sherry and a warm bath. As the butler closed the door behind them, their housekeeper approached with a letter in hand. "Lord Montrose returned this evening, my lady. I was told to present this to you upon your return."
"Dear heaven," Eugenia muttered. "What now?"
Julienne opened the missive and read quickly. Furious, she stomped her slippered foot on the marble floor. "The idiot returned to London only to leave straight away for a party."
" A party? With what we've been through these last weeks?"
"I will need my cloak back," Julienne informed the startled butler. "And have the carriage brought around again."
"No, Julienne."
She turned wide-eyed to her aunt.
Eugenia shook her head. "Our position is too precarious. Risking your reputation at a time like this could lead to our ruin. I'm ashamed of myself for allowing Hugh to run wild like this, and I'm ashamed that you've been the one to go haring after him every time." She sighed. "I haven't done a very good job of Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!
being the disciplinarian, I'm afraid. It's time I corrected that. I shall be the one to go after him."
Julienne leaned over and kissed her aunt's cheek. "You've done a remarkable job.
But you'll have to trust me. The places Hugh frequents would make you swoon, and we can't have that."
"Oh, I don't know about that. I was married, and you're just a—"
"Do you know what a dildo is?"
Eugenia's eyes widened. "Good grief!"
"Or the Kama Sutra?"
Eugenia waved her hands in front of her face. "Of course, I've heard of such things, but for you to have been exposed… Good heavens."
"See? You're already on the verge of a fit of vapors." Julienne grabbed her aunt's elbow and led her toward the stairs. "I shall see to Hugh."
"You cannot go back to Remington's! If Fontaine were to hear of it—"
"I don't believe Hugh went to Remington's," she said dryly. "He owes too much money there."
"Too much… Oh, dear God, we're ruined!" Eugenia shook her head, resigned.
"Now, now. Order some hot tea and settle in. Don't worry yourself. I will locate Hugh, and we'll sort this entire mess out." She prodded her aunt up the stairs.
"I don't feel right about you going out alone at this hour, Julienne."
"I know," she soothed. "I won't be gone long."
"The last time you said that, you spent the night with Lucien Remington!"
"Aunt Eugenia!" Julienne glanced around the foyer in dismay. "Keep your voice down!"
Her aunt grumbled her way up the stairs, glancing down at the foyer indecisively every few steps.
Julienne moved into the study to wait for the carriage, and poured herself two fingers of Hugh's expensive brandy. She lifted the tumbler and downed the contents, coughing and wincing as the potent liquor burned its way down her throat.
Her body still hummed vibrantly from her earlier orgasm, but deep inside, her heart was cold. The things Lucien had said… that woman he was with…
No. She couldn't think of that now, or she would go mad.
She had to think about Hugh, who was in for a surprise. She was weary of his irresponsibility, and at the present moment, she was furious with every male on the planet.
Her brother was about to discover that firsthand.
It was nearly dawn, and Julienne was close to exhaustion by the time the carriage pulled up to the fourth house. She was relying on her coachman to find her brother based on his knowledge of Hugh's favorite haunts. This was her final stop. If this was not the correct party, she would return to Montrose Hall and wait for Hugh there.
Her footman climbed the steps and made the necessary inquiries. Moments later, he opened the carriage door. "Lord Montrose arrived an hour past, my lady."
"Good." She alighted from the carriage and wrapped her cloak tighter around her.
As she walked up the short staircase, Julienne admired the grand Georgian design. It was large for a townhouse, and the beautifully maintained facade proudly boasted the wealth of its owner. The door was held open, and she swept right in, using the hood of her cloak to hide her face.
She found her brother in a richly appointed billiards room, surrounded by a large and boisterous group of gentlemen and demimondaines. Julienne waited for him to notice her in the doorway, unwilling to risk stepping inside. Hugh laughed at a pretty brunette's witticism and then glanced her way. Despite her hood and cloak, he recognized her. His humor fled, turning into wide-eyed, mouth-agape horror. He left his companions without a word and hastened toward her with his long-legged stride. Gripping her elbow, he pulled her into the shadows.
Hugh La Coeur was renowned for a great many things in addition to his propensity for hedonism. He was a beautiful male specimen, with golden hair and dark, heavy-lidded eyes.
He'd emerged victorious from two duels, and was considered to be an expert marksman and swordsman. If only he'd focus that level of intensity on making money, they could climb out of the financial mire they were in now.
"Jules, what the devil are you doing here?" he cried.
"What do you think, Hugh?" Her voice rose with anger. "You irresponsible, self-centered—"
He clamped a tobacco-scented hand over her mouth and tugged her down the hall. Opening a closed door, he pushed her into a dimly lit parlor. "If Fontaine heard word of your presence in this house, it would be a disaster!"
Julienne pulled her arm from his grip. "And then he might not be inclined to offer for me, and you would be ruined in debt. I can well collect your concern."
Hugh had the decency to flush. "You would be ruined as well," he pointed out gruffly.
"At this point, Hugh, I would find the loss of my reputation to be worth it if you would learn your lesson." She slashed her hand through the air. "Your rakehell days are over. I've come to like Lord Fontaine. It troubles me to think of his Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!
money being used to pay for your selfish indulgences. I will not allow him to support you forever. You must do your duty to the title. You need to maintain the estates, make the tenants happy, and find someone you can trust to make some investments for you."
Hugh gaped. "Hell's teeth! I will not engage in trade!"
"Swallow your pride," she snapped. "You have squandered centuries of Le Coeur heritage in less than a decade. Now you must find a way to rebuild it."
She crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "And you will start doing so immediately. You no longer have the luxury of parties such as these. You should be home, sleeping, in preparation for the day's hard work on the morrow."
"Damnation." His hands went to his hips. "I will not be dictated to!"
"And you will not whore me out to pay for your lifestyle!"
Hugh was shocked into silence. He was still young enough that his hard living had not yet etched its passing on his handsome face, but that wouldn't last long.
If he continued on his present course of endless indulgences, he would age before his time. But Julienne would fight tooth and nail before she allowed that to happen.
He lowered his head. "Ah hell, Jules. You are correct, as usual. I'm dreadfully sorry for having gotten us into this morass." He ran a hand through his hair and looked at her with suddenly weary eyes. "I'm not suited to being Montrose. I never have been. You have no idea how often I wish Father and Mother were still alive. I miss them, and I had so much yet to learn…"
"I understand, Hugh, truly. But you are the only one who can do this," she said with a sigh. "We all have responsibilities in life. This is your burden to bear. I will assist you as best I can and help you find your footing, but you will have to do what is necessary to keep yourself there."
He began to pace. "Have you discussed our situation with Fontaine?"
"Not yet."
"But Jules," Hugh cried, "you have to tell him."
Julienne narrowed her eyes. "Exactly how much trouble are we in?"
He flushed, and her gut clenched.
"Cut to the heart of it," she ordered. "I don't have the stomach to listen to an accounting of every shilling."
Hugh quit pacing and faced her squarely. "It's mostly gambling debts."
"I'm aware of that. How much, Hugh?" She rubbed the space between her brows, fighting off a headache.
"Well, I owe White's twenty thousand pounds and—"
" Twenty thousand?" she screeched.
"Hush, Jules!" He winced and shot a glance at the door. "Perhaps you should sit."
"Good heavens," she muttered, her eyes widening. Julienne began to tap her foot in a rapid staccato on the Aubusson rug. "Tell me that is your largest creditor."
"Now, Julienne, I realize—"
"Out with it. We don't have all night."
"We should discuss this at home."
"Oh, no. Right here will be sufficient." She arched a brow. "Who is your largest creditor, and how much do you owe them?"
Hugh's shoulders slumped. "Remington's. I owe one hundred thousand pounds."