He’d had no time alone with her since Helen and Winterborne had become engaged. She had been quiet and disinclined to talk, obviously struggling with her unhappiness over the situation. Moreover, during the past week, the deal with London Ironstone had consumed Devon’s attention. It was too important for the estate: He hadn’t been able to risk failure. Now that the deal was signed, he intended to set his house in order.
As Devon entered the room, Kathleen looked up with a neutral expression.
“Hello. How did your meeting go?”
“The lease is signed,” he said, going to pour a glass of wine for himself at the sideboard.
“Did he agree to your terms?”
“The most important ones.”
“Congratulations,” she said sincerely. “I had no doubt that you would prevail.”
Devon smiled. “I had more than a few doubts. Severin is infinitely more experienced at business. However, I tried to compensate with pure stubbornness.” Gesturing with the wine decanter, he gave her a questioning glance.
“Thank you, but I’ve had enough.” She nodded toward the desk in the corner. “A telegram arrived for you just before dinner. It’s on the silver tray.”
He went to retrieve it, opening the gummed seal. Looking down at the message, he frowned curiously. “It’s from West.”
COME TO THE ESTATE WITHOUT DELAY
W.R.
“He wants me to go to Hampshire immediately,” Devon said, puzzled. “He doesn’t say why.”
Kathleen glanced at him with instant worry. “I hope it’s not bad news.”
“It’s no more than middling-bad, or he would have included an explanation. I’ll have to take the first train in the morning.”
Setting her empty glass aside, Kathleen stood and smoothed her skirts. She looked tired but lovely, a pucker of worry pinching the space between her brows. She spoke without looking at him. “My monthly courses started this morning. There is no baby. I knew you would wish to learn of it as soon as possible.”
Devon contemplated her silently.
Strangely, the relief he would have expected to feel wasn’t there. Only a sort of blank ambivalence. He should be falling to his knees in gratitude.
“Are you relieved?” he asked.
“Of course. I didn’t want the baby any more than you did.”
Something about her calm, reasonable tone rankled.
As Devon stepped toward her, every line of her body tensed in wordless rejection.
“Kathleen,” he began, “I’m weary of this distance between us. Whatever is necessary —”
“Please. Not now. Not tonight.”
The only thing that stopped him from reaching for her and kissing her senseless was the soft, raw note in her voice. He closed his eyes briefly, grappling for patience. When that failed, he lifted his wineglass and finished the drink in three measured gulps.
“When I return,” he said, leveling a steady stare at her, “you and I are going to have a long talk. Alone.”
Her lips tightened at his severe tone. “Am I to have a choice in the matter?”
“Yes. You’ll have the choice of whether we go to bed before the talk, or after.”
Letting out an indignant breath, she left the study, while he stood there gripping his empty glass, his gaze fixed on the vacant doorway.
Chapter 32
The instant that Devon stepped off the train at Alton Station, he was confronted by the sight of his brother in a dusty coat and mud-crusted breeches and boots. There was a wild look in West’s eyes.
“West?” Devon asked in startled concern. “What the devil —”
“Did you sign the lease?” West interrupted, reaching out as if to seize his lapels, then appearing to think better of it. He was twitching with impatience, bouncing on his heels like a restless schoolboy. “The London Ironstone lease. Did you sign it?”
“Yesterday.”
West let out a curse that attracted a slew of censorious gazes from the crowd on the platform. “What of the mineral rights?”
“The mineral rights on the land we’re leasing to the railway?” Devon clarified.
“Yes, did you give them to Severin? Any of them?”
“I kept all of them.”
West stared at him without blinking. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Of course I am. Severin badgered me about the mineral rights for three days. The longer we debated, the more exasperated I became, until I said I’d see him in hell before I let him have so much as a clod of manure from Eversby Priory. I walked out, but just as I reached the street, he shouted from the fifth-floor window that he gave in and I should come back.”
West leaped forward as if he were about embrace him, then checked the movement. He shook Devon’s hand violently and proceeded to thump his back with painful vigor. “By God, I love you, you pigheaded bastard!”
“What the devil is wrong with you?” Devon demanded.
“I’ll show you. Let’s go.”
“I have to wait for Sutton. He’s in one of the back carriages.”
“We don’t need Sutton.”
“He can’t walk to Eversby from Alton,” Devon said, his annoyance fading into laughter. “Damn it, West, you’re jumping about as if someone shoved a hornet’s nest up your —”
“There he is,” West exclaimed, gesturing to the valet, motioning for him to hurry.
At West’s insistence, the carriage proceeded not to the manor, but to the eastern perimeter of Eversby Priory, accessible only by unpaved roads. Devon realized they were heading to the acreage he had just leased to Severin.