Cinderella in the Regency Ballroom: Her Cinderella Season / Tall, Dark and Disreputable. Deb MarloweЧитать онлайн книгу.
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Jack stared blankly. ‘You just said it, Aswan. Batiste is a dangerous man.’ He glanced around at the empty room, but still lowered his voice to a whisper. ‘Chione is your family. Trey and the rest will be soon enough. Can you stomach the thought of him out there, hovering, just waiting for his chance to hurt them? They deserve to live their lives free, without fear and without a constant nagging threat in the background.’
‘Batiste’s more’n dangerous. He’s obsessed, I’d say,’ Eli replied. ‘Treyford wants him taken jest as bad as ye. He’s not above throwin’ his title around, neither. Aswan says as how they’ve had the Navy in Devonshire, and the Foreign Office, too. Even had a couple of Americans in.’ He took a long swallow and grinned in satisfaction. ‘Damned good coffee here.’
‘Treyford sends a message. He has a favour to ask of you,’ Aswan said abruptly. ‘He says you have done well with your cors—corres—?’ He looked to Eli for help.
‘Correspondence. Damned good idea, that. But he’s got someone he’d like you to talk to, as well.’
‘Who is it?’
‘Broken-down seaman, as used to sail with Batiste.’
‘Yes, I’ve heard that one before.’ Jack grinned.
‘No, this one should be no threat. Mervyn’s had word of him. Name o’ Crump. He’s poorly and been set up in the new Seamen’s Hospital. Mervyn says as it’s unlikely he’ll be coming out.’
‘Why me? Wouldn’t he be more likely to speak with you, someone who knows the life he’s led?’
‘No.’ Eli shook his head. ‘He’ll know of my relationship with Mervyn and there’s a risk he won’t want anything to do with me. Crump crewed with Batiste when the bastard still worked for Latimer Shipping. He went with Batiste when the pair o’ them fought and Batiste struck out on his own. He’ll know much about where Batiste hides his head when the chips start to stack against him.’
‘But why would he want to share any of it with me?’
Eli looked him over, considering. ‘Well, Trey says as how yer brother has a title, too—mayhap he wouldn’t mind using it in the name of a good cause?’
‘Oh, well, I’m sure he would not mind, if I asked him.’
‘That ain’t all, though. Trey says ye’ll have been mucking about a bit with some Evangelicals?’
Jack started. ‘Where the hell does Trey get his information? If I didn’t know him better, I’d suspect him to be near as bad as Batiste.’
Eli laughed. ‘Treyford does have his ways. And when ye pair him with Mervyn …’ he shuddered ‘… I don’t think there’s nothing the two o’ them couldn’t tackle.’
‘And just how do they think to use my Evangelical connections?’
‘Crump’s converted. Mervyn thinks he left Batiste when he saw how bad things get on a slave ship. If you could let on that you were of a like mind …’
‘I have friends among the Evangelicals. I’m not one myself,’ Jack said.
‘Crump don’t need to know that, do he?’
Jack sighed. He thought he’d rather take his chances back in the East End, rather than lie to a sickly old sailor. But he’d said he’d do anything that would lead to Batiste’s capture, hadn’t he? An image flashed in his head—Lily, her lips red and flushed full from his kiss, an unuttered plea in her eyes. Immediately, he pushed it away.
‘I suppose not,’ he said.
‘Would you be needin’ anything else, miss?’
Lady Dayle’s footman did not look at Lily as he spoke. His gaze was very firmly locked on the pump house at the centre of the garden in Berkeley Square, where several giggling maids had gathered.
‘No, thank you, Thomas, I am fine here,’ she said, settling on to a bench situated under a shady plane tree. She’d come seeking solitude, and would not have brought the footman at all, had Lady Dayle not insisted. ‘I shall call you when I am ready to return.’
‘Very good, miss.’ He turned away with an eager step, but then paused a moment, looking back. ‘You’re sure you’re all right, Miss Lily?’
She was touched by the concern in his tone. ‘I’m fine, Thomas.’ She smiled. ‘But thank you for asking.’
He pivoted back to face her again, but kept a respectful distance. ‘I don’t mean to overstep, miss, but I hope you don’t mind if I tell you: I think you’ve adjusted—to London and the fancy, I mean—right well.’
‘Thank you,’ she said again.
‘It’s just that I was new here, too,’ he said earnestly, ‘a few years back. I think your world, your old one, I mean, it was … different?’
‘Oh, yes, vastly different,’ she agreed with fervour.
‘Mine, too. I was green as grass—and I made mistakes, some real whoppers. But I got used to it, and you will, too, and, like I said, I think you’re doing fine.’
‘Thank you,’ she whispered past the growing tightness in her throat. Kindness from such an unexpected source cheered her—and made her realise how unskilled she must be at hiding her emotions.
‘I shall wait for your summons, then,’ he said, but his cheery grin negated the formality of his words.
Lily nodded and watched him join the knot of maidservants at the centre of the square. They welcomed him with enthusiasm and more than one flirtatious smile. Clearly Thomas had made a successful transition from his old world to his new.
She sighed, fearing her own task would turn out to be more difficult. For she did not seek to leave one sphere for another. She meant to somehow meld two very different worlds into a new one. All she wanted was to carve out a place of her own, a space of comfort and acceptance, where she could thrive and grow. But she had begun to fear that Jack Alden was right, she was asking for more than anyone was ready to give.
No. Jack was a spike in her heart and every thought of him ripped her open a little wider. She’d spent the last days in a restless state of anxiety and indecision. Over and over she played in her mind’s eye those exciting moments, that soul-searing kiss. At every private moment, she relived the passion and the nearly magical sense of spiralling desire. She’d touched his lips, his body, his heart and mind.
And he had turned on his heel and coldly abandoned her.
Incredibly, Lily had understood. Not only did they come from different worlds, but different perspectives as well. She felt more than a little torn herself, and when she was not reliving the excitement of their embrace, then she was wavering helplessly between agony and joy. Joy because she’d reached him. She’d peeked inside him and seen that this indefinable pull, this attraction between them, was real and it ran deep. Agony because he had also asked too much of her.
She could never believe that Matthew had gotten mixed up with slavers. It was not possible, as anyone acquainted with him would know. He could not be capable of such cruelty.
Jack was a scholar. His brother did have political ties, and had seen more than a little success. But she knew from Lady Dayle that none of it had come in the area of diplomacy. According to the viscountess, Viscount Dayle’s area of interest lay in economics and reform. He’d never, to his mother’s knowledge, had dealings with the Foreign Office or contact with anyone in the American government.
Lily did not doubt Jack’s wish to help Matthew. But she very much doubted his ability to do so. He wanted to see this Batiste captured so badly that he’d turned a blind eye to the likely consequences to her cousin. Even the suspicion of such a thing could ruin him.
She glanced up, wanting to make certain that Thomas was fully occupied.