"There are several members in the organization who have spouses."
"And they put their families' lives in jeopardy because of it."
"Jane's life is already in jeopardy."
Hugh made a sound of frustration. "Then did you ever think I might no' want to marryher specifically?"
"No, I did not." Weyland gave him a sympathetic smile. "That thought never entered my mind."
Hugh hid his astonishment. Or maybe he didn't. Apparently he hadn't been able to hide his feelings for Jane before.
Weyland continued, "If there's a choice, you always opt for the jobs farthest afield, and you never come to my home unless Jane's out of town. It's telling how determined you are to stay away from her."
Hugh could deny nothing.
"I'd believed you would be more receptive, but if you're truly averse to the idea, then you can get an annulment after these difficulties have been resolved."
"No," he snapped. "It will no' happen."
"It must. I won't trust her with anyone but you." When Hugh still refused, Weyland clasped his forehead. "Son, I'm tired, bloody tired, and I'm about to have the fight of my life. I can't win against the deadliest, most skilled adversaries on earth when I have one blatant vulnerability that would be like a red flag to them."
An unmarried, heartbreakingly beautiful, trouble-seeking daughter. No wonder Weyland looked like hell. "Weyland, you doona understand." Was Weyland forgetting that Hugh was uncomfortable around groups of people, unsociable and forbidding? Jane would slowly die around him. "I canna make her happy."
"Hugh, you can buggerhappy !" He slammed his fist on the desk. "I want heralive ."
Hugh was undaunted by his tone. "Let's talk scenarios. The most likely is that you apprehend Grey, and Ethan goes on the offensive and strikes out against a few of the worst threats so severely that he warns the rest away. Everything returns to nearly normal, except that we overreacted with this marriage when I should simply have taken her to lie low for a couple of months. And then Jane and I are stuck with each other for the rest of our lives."
"In that case, you can get an annulment after things die down. If the two of you are so dead-set against it, then don't have a marriage in truth." Hugh shook his head, but Weyland spoke over him. "Here's a scenario, Hugh. You know I might not make it through this alive." He put his hand up when Hugh opened his mouth to interrupt. "Before I die, I know that my daughter is married and could not have a more fearsome protector. Idon't die wondering what will become of her. Can you comprehend what a boon it would be to me to know she's safe with you?Finally to have her settled? Would you not do this for me?"
"You doona know what you ask. She'd be safer without me."
"I hadn't wanted to bring this up, but Grey isn't targeting Jane only because of me. I know you beat him bloody years ago. And I know it was over her." When Hugh could only grind his teeth, Weyland said, "He wants revenge against you as well. I am letting her go - you too need to do what you must to keep her safe. We both owe it to her. She'll be the one to pay for our actions if we don't make sacrifices."
Hugh shoved his fingers through his hair. "This idea of yours has a serious flaw. Jane will never agree to it." Hugh had been only a summer diversion for a young lass of just seventeen years. Upstairs just now, she hadn't even wanted to give him five minutes of her time.
"Then I'll make you a deal. If she agrees, you wed her and take her into hiding until this dies down. If she refuses, you take her away temporarily with no bond between you, risking scandal at best and increased danger at worst."
Hugh scowled at that, but stubbornly insisted, "She will no' agree." Right now she was with her long-term beau, the one who'd lasted longer than the others.
Was Jane in love with this Bidworth? The possibility clawed at him.
"Then do we have a deal? Hugh?" Weyland added, when Hugh remained lost in thought.
Confident of Jane's refusal, Hugh faced Weyland and gave him one tight nod.
"Good. Now, I believe this must be done as soon as possible. This morning, even."
"You canna get a license that..." He trailed off at Weyland's mildly offended expression.
"If only everything was that easy," Weyland said. "So, if you'll just go fetch her from the park - she usually goes to the folly by the fountain. Tell her I need to speak with her at once."
Hell, Hugh wanted to go just to get her away from this Bidworth.
"And, son, if I may make a suggestion before she returns? A wedding ring for Jane might help smooth any ruffled feathers over the suddenness of all this."
Hugh glowered. "I would no' know the first thing about how or where to buy a ring."
"You've never bought jewelry for a woman?"
"Christ, no."
"You pass Ridergate's on Piccadilly on your way to your family's town house. They have her ring size on file."
Hugh raised his brows - even he had heard the name of that exclusive jeweler. "You must know more about my finances than I do."
"Don't poormouth me, Hugh. I do know you're truly wealthy now."
Hugh shrugged.
"And I think a part of you has always been saving up for a wife and family."
"If so, I dinna know about it," he muttered, turning to stride from the room.
Once outside, he realized his heart was thundering. Because within hours, he could bewed to Jane .
No. If Hugh wed her, if he said the vows and signed his name, he would be exposing Jane to his own doomed fate.
He could take her away without marriage. As soon as Jane had, as expected, scoffed at the idea of wedding him, Hugh would prevail upon Weyland to allow them to go into hiding without that bond. The man couldn't know that there was a risk to Jane in marrying Hugh - one that might even outweigh the danger inherent in Grey.Not to marry...
What was he thinking? Jane wouldnever agree.
But what if she does?
In the park, Hugh spied Quin lounging on a bench on one side of a whitewashed folly, admiring young women strolling in the sun. "MacCarrick, good morning," Quin said when he caught sight of him. Strangely, he stood to block the path around the folly.
"Anything happen last night at the warehouse?" Hugh asked.
"We lost Claudia's friend, Maddy."
Damn it, Ethan.
"I forced my sisters to return home while I searched for her. When I finally decided to check back at home to see if she'd come in, she had just arrived, pale and shaken but unharmed. I think the chit was so frightened, she might have learned a lesson," he said, then gave a long-suffering sigh. "My sisters, of course, remain undaunted."
Hugh was glad to hear that at least nothingpermanent had resulted from Ethan's pursuit. His brother must have taken the girl home.
"The lot of my cousins should be married off to unsuspecting Yanks," Quin added in a grumble. "So, what are you doing here this early?"
"Come to fetch Jane for Weyland."
"I'll bring her back in a trice," Quin said quickly.
"No, I'll do it."
A flash of something likepity flickered in Quin's eyes. "She's meeting with someone."
Hugh immediately determined two things: Quin knew he'd wanted Jane. And she was even now being kissed - or worse - in hermeeting with Freddie.
He shoved Quin out of the way, but the man followed.
"And how did you know, Quin?" Hugh asked in a seething tone.
Quin didn't bother pretending he didn't understand what Hugh spoke of. "Grey told me. Said you were...in love with her."
Who else had Grey told? Who else pitied the big, lumbering Scot his obsession with the exquisite Jane?
He stormed around the folly.
Chapter 9~10
Chapter Nine
"Here, Jane?" Freddie asked, his voice breaking as he glanced around. "You want me to kiss you here?"
Nodding, Jane leaned forward. "There's no one to see us." She cupped his neck and tugged, and finally, he met her, brushing his lips against hers.
No, kissing was not new for them. Whatwas new was Jane's recognition that his kiss felt as good as someone reassuringly patting her cheek. Last night, the feel of MacCarrick's big, hot hand surrounding her own hand had aroused her more than this.
Dismayed, she kissed Freddie more deeply, clutching his shoulders to provoke more from him, desperate to convince herself she could live with only this for the rest of her life. Even as she went through the motions, she remembered the books she'd read - the lascivious ones that weresuppressed - and she knew there was more than what he was giving her. There was passion and aching and longing. Just not withhim -