Engagement of Convenience. Georgie LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
Look to the future. Don’t concern yourself with some past offence that no longer matters.’
‘You think it doesn’t matter?’
‘I think Rowan did you a favour, showed you who she really was before she leg-shackled you.’ George leaned across the table and took a shot, scoring another point. ‘Of course it’s your decision and Cable Grange will suit you, but you’ll need something more or you’ll be bored in a fortnight.’
‘You thinking running an estate won’t be enough?’ He reached for his glass of brandy sitting on the edge of the table.
‘Not for a man like you. You need adventure and what better adventure than marriage?’ George announced.
James stopped drinking mid-sip. ‘Marriage?’
‘Yes, marriage.’ George hooked his thumbs in his coat, quite pleased with himself.
‘What new scheme are you planning?’ He didn’t trust George’s happy manner.
‘Scheme? I never scheme.’
‘Never scheme?’ James laughed. ‘What was all that business with the rum in Jamaica?’
‘Merely an investment.’
‘And the plantation owner’s wife in Barbados?’
‘One could hardly fault me for such an escapade.’
‘Except the escapade’s husband.’
George shrugged, unrepentant. ‘You’re a man of your own mind. I never forced you to participate in the rum venture or follow me to the plantation.’
‘I followed you to save your hide and keep her husband from running you through.’
‘Perhaps.’ George fingered his cue stick, then levelled it at James. ‘But you went along with the other ventures because you wanted to, making a handsome profit on more than one occasion if I remember correctly.’
‘Yes, I have a great deal of my current fortune to thank you for.’
‘So why distrust me now?’
It wasn’t George he distrusted. It was himself. He hadn’t seen Miss Howard since returning from Daringford, but following George through Knollwood, he kept searching for her in every room, hoping she might appear. Her presence touched a place deep inside him he thought destroyed with his career and the feeling left him wary and unsettled. One woman had already preyed on the weakness of his youth. He couldn’t allow another to take advantage of his ruined life.
George fixed him with a stern, superior officer’s stare. ‘Seriously, Jim, you had a bad run last year, but you can’t live in the past. You’re young, full of possibility. You need a good woman by your side.’
‘I suppose you have someone in mind? Your little Artemis, perhaps?’
George leaned towards James, the glint of mischief in his eyes. James knew this expression all too well. How many times had he followed it into a tavern, or the heat of battle? ‘Now that you mention it, perhaps Julia is just the kind of woman you need. Sizeable inheritance. Brother in Parliament. Adept at running an estate. She’s a good match.’
James shook his head as he readied his cue stick. Is this what his life had come to? Discussing marriage over a billiard table? Country life must be very dull to lead an old salt like George to such a pastime. ‘Interesting suggestion—however, it has two flaws.’
‘And they are?’
‘One, I have no desire to marry, which you well know.’
‘At the moment, yes, but there’s always the future.’
‘And two, your Artemis doesn’t like me.’
‘Of course she likes you. She’s just an awkward girl. Spent too much time in the country, odd relatives and all that.’
‘Odd indeed.’ James hit the cue ball and it sailed past the red ball. ‘I see a great deal of Paul in his sister.’
‘There you are with the past again. Forget it. Paul was young. You were young and both of you stupid.’
‘I’d hardly say stupid.’
‘Stubborn, then, if you like. You’d be surprised to see him now.’
‘“Surprised” is not the word. Does your Artemis know I wrote to the Admiralty against Paul’s promotion?’
‘I didn’t see the need to inform her and I suggest you don’t either if you wish to have a pleasant visit. You don’t want to be on the wrong end of my niece’s temper.’
As if I needed the warning. ‘You don’t think she’ll find out?’
‘He’s off at sea and you’re here, not likely to meet.’
James had to admire George’s devil-may-care attitude. Here was a man who always believed everything would work out swimmingly and somehow for him it always did. What James wouldn’t give for even a small measure of George’s optimism, but the last year had left him anything but optimistic. The long days of his recovery followed by the even longer days of stalking the Admiralty, asking, then begging for another commission, had taken their toll.
During the year of his recovery, younger, fitter men with more prestigious connections had passed him by, and not even his loyal years of service were enough to secure him another ship. He could almost smell the oil on the wood panels of Admiral Stuart’s office the day he told James there would be no more commissions and encouraged—insisted, one might say—James enjoy his fortune while he still could.
In the end, despite his disappointment, he’d secretly been relieved. It shamed him to admit it, but he couldn’t lie to himself. Death had passed over him. Ten years ago he’d have shrugged it off and raced to face the devil once more. This time he couldn’t. He wanted to live free of violence and risks, to take care of his family and see his sister’s future children grow up, but without his command he saw nothing, no meaning or activity, just an endless set of days stretching out before him.
James refilled his drink from the small decanter of brandy on the table near the window. He hated this emptiness. It made him feel like a ship in a storm with a broken rudder at the mercy of driving winds and an unforgiving sea. He took a deep drink, careful not to enjoy too much the burning in the back of his throat. He’d seen other men come home and lose themselves in gin, women and cards, their energy wasted by a lack of duty and direction. He put the glass down, knowing his future wasn’t at the bottom of a bottle, but was it really as close as Cable Grange? Perhaps an estate would give him a sense of purpose again, a chance to do something more than grieve for his past and the future he’d planned for himself.
James watched while George calculated his next shot. ‘Why isn’t your little Artemis already married?’
‘Says she’s not interested.’
‘A woman not interested in marriage? Next you’ll tell me you believe in mermaids.’
‘I do. I saw one off the coast of Florida once. She’s not interested in marriage. However, a man with an estate could change her mind. If you’re determined to buy Cable Grange, she’s the woman you need to run it.’ George took his time lining up his shot, looking quite proud of himself for what he considered a brilliant idea.
James couldn’t resist the opportunity to rib his old friend. ‘So your niece is only interested in marrying a man for his estate?’
George whiffed the cue ball then straightened up, indignant. ‘She’s not that kind of young lady. She’s clever, a real woman of substance, made running Knollwood her life, but the place isn’t hers. Charles plans to assume control when he comes home at the end of the month. Where will she be then?’
‘You could leave her Creedon Abbey.’
‘I probably will...’ George floundered. Clearly he hadn’t thought