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âThere was evidence of a fight,â he said, watching her closely.
âEvidence?â she asked, her voice whisper soft. âSuch as?â
âFootprints . . . blood on a leaf,â he returned. âOther signs as well, but not a body in sight.â
âDo you think they might have had an argument among themselves?â
âWithout making a sound?â he asked, sounding incredulous.
âYou didnât hear any noise?â
âNo.â Caine continued to lean against the wall. He stared at Jade.
She stared back. She thought he might be filtering through the information heâd gained over the past hours, yet the strange expression on his face worried her. She was suddenly reminded of a story Black Harry liked to tell about the wonderful, unpredictable grizzly bears who roamed the wilderness of the Americas. The animal was such a cunning breed. Harry said the bear was actually much smarter than his human trackers. Often he would deliberately lead his victims into a trap or circle back to attack. The poor unsuspecting hunter usually died before realizing heâd actually become the hunted.
Was Caine as cunning as the grizzly? That possibility was too chilling to think about. âCaine? You frighten me when you look at me that way,â she whispered. âI hate it when you frown.â
She underlined that lie by wringing her hands together. âYouâre sorry you got involved in this mess, arenât you? I canât fault you, sir,â she added in a melodramatic tone of voice. âYouâre going to get yourself killed if you stay with me. Iâm very like a cat,â she continued with a nod. âI bring people terrible luck. Just leave me here in your barn and go on home. When darkness falls, Iâll walk back to London.â
âI believe youâve just insulted me again,â he drawled out. âHavenât I already explained that no one touches what belongs to me?â
âI donât happen to belong to you,â she snapped, somewhat irritated he hadnât been impressed with her theatrics. The man should be trying to comfort her now, shouldnât he? âYou canât just decide that I . . . oh, never mind. Youâre shamefully possessive, arenât you?â
He nodded. âI am possessive by nature, Jade, and you will belong to me.â
He sounded downright mean now. Jade valiantly held his stare. âYouâre not only in error, sir, but youâre horribly stubborn, too. Iâd wager you never shared your toys when you were a child, did you?â
She didnât give him time to answer that allegation. âStill, I didnât mean to insult you.â
Caine pulled her to her feet. He put his arm around her shoulders and started toward the doors.
âCaine?â
âYes?â
âYou canât continue to protect me.â
âAnd why is that, love?â
âA father shouldnât have to lose two sons.â
The woman certainly didnât put much store in his ability, he thought to himself. Still, she sounded so frightened, he decided not to take exception. âNo, he shouldnât,â he replied. âYour brother shouldnât have to lose his only sister, either. Now listen to me. Iâm not sorry I got involved, and Iâm not going to leave you. Iâm your protector, remember?â
Her expression was solemn. âNo, youâre more than just my protector,â she said. âYouâve become my guardian angel.â
Before he could answer her, she leaned up on tiptoe and kissed him.
âI shouldnât have done that,â she said then, feeling herself blush. âI donât usually show much affection, but when Iâm with you . . . well, I find I like it when you put your arm around me or hug me. I do wonder about this sudden change in me. Do you think I might be wanton?â
He didnât laugh. She seemed too sincere and he didnât want to hurt her feelings. âIâm pleased you like it when I touch you,â he said. He paused just inside the door and leaned down to kiss her. âI find I love touching you.â His mouth captured hers then. The kiss was long, hard, lingering. His tongue rubbed against her soft lips until they opened for him, then slid inside with lazy insistence. When he pulled back, she had a most bemused look on her face again.
âYou tried your damnedest to become my shield on that horse, didnât you, love?â
She was so surprised by that question, her mind emptied of all plausible explanations.
âWhat did I do?â
âYou tried to become my shield,â he answered. âWhen you realized the shots were coming from . . .â
âI didnât,â she interrupted.
âAnd the other night, when you threw yourself into me and knocked me off center, you actually saved my life,â he continued as though she hadnât interrupted him.
âI didnât mean to,â she interjected. âI was afraid.â
She couldnât discern from his expression what he was thinking. âIf there is a next time, I promise not to get in your way,â she rushed out. âPlease forgive me for not being very logical, Caine. You see, Iâve never been chased after before, or shot at, or . . . do you know, I donât believe I feel very well now. Yes, I feel sick. I really do.â
It took him a moment to make the switch in topics.
âIs it your head, sweet? We should have asked Christina for something to put on that bump.â
She nodded. âIt is my head and my stomach and my side, too,â she told him as they walked toward the front of the main house.
She was weak with relief, for her aches and pains had waylaid his attention. Jade glanced around her, realizing for the first time how beautiful the landscape was. When they turned the corner, she came to an abrupt stop.
The drive seemed to be unending. It was lined with a multitude of trees, most at least a hundred years old by Jadeâs estimation. The branches arched high across the gravel drive, providing an enchanting canopy.
The redbrick house was three stories high. White pillars lined the front, adding a regal touch. Each of the oblong windows was draped in white cloth and each was identically held in place with black tiebacks. The front door had been painted black as well. and even from the drive, the attention to detail was very apparent.
âYou didnât tell me you were so wealthy.â she announced.
She sounded irritated to him. âI live a comfortable life,â he answered, a shrug in his voice.
âComfortable? This rivals Carlton House,â she said.
She suddenly felt as out of place as a fish on the beach. Jade pushed his arm away from her shoulders and continued on.
âI donât like wealthy men,â she announced.
âToo bad,â he replied, laughing.
âWhy is it too bad?â she asked.
Caine was trying to get her to move again. Sheâd stopped at the bottom of the steps and was now staring up at the house as though it was somehow a threat to her. He could see the fear in her eyes.
âItâs going to be all right, Jade,â he said. âDonât be afraid.â
She reacted as though heâd just defamed her family. âIâm not afraid,â she stated in her most haughty tone and with a glare to match.
It had been instinctive, giving him that setdown for daring to suggest such a sin, but she soon realized her blunder. Damn, she was suppose to be afraid. And now Caine was looking at her with that unreadable expression on his face again.
She never would have made that error if she hadnât been in such sorry shape. Lord, she ached.
âYou insult yourself by saying Iâm afraid,â she explained.
âI what?â
âCaine, if I am still afraid, then it would mean I donât have any faith in you, wouldnât it?â
Her sudden smile diverted his attention. âAs to that,â she continued, âIâve already counted eleven men with their weapons at the ready. I assumed they were in your employ, since they arenât trying to shoot us. The fact that youâd already seen to such nice precautions set my mind to rest.â
Her smile widened when she guessed he was thinking she was daft again. Then she stumbled. It wasnât another ploy to turn his attention, but a real stumble that woul
d have felled her to the ground if he hadnât caught her.
âMy knees are weak,â she hastily explained. âIâm not accustomed to riding. Do let go of my waist, Caine. It aches a bit.â
âWhat doesnât ache, love?â he asked. His tone was filled with amusement, yet there was tenderness in his eyes.
She tried to act disgruntled. âIâm a woman, remember? And you did say all women were weak. Is that the reason youâre looking so smug now, sir? Because Iâve just given your outrageous opinion substance?â
âWhen you look at me like that, I seem to forget all about how confusing you are. You have the most beautiful eyes, love. I think I know what green fire looks like now.â
She knew he was trying to embarrass her. His slow, sexy wink said as much. The man could be a tease all right. When he leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead, she had to catch herself from letting out a telling sigh of pleasure. She forgot all about her aches and pains.
The front door opened then, drawing Caineâs attention. With his gentle prodding, she also turned, just as a tall, elderly man appeared in the entrance.
He looked just like a gargoyle. Jade assumed the man was Caineâs butler. He was dressed all in black, save for his white cravat, of course, and his austere manner more than matched his formal attire. The servant looked as though he had been dunked in a vat of starch and left out to dry.
âThatâs my man, Sterns,â Caine explained. âDonât let him frighten you, Jade,â he added when she moved a step closer to his side. âHe can be as intimidating as a king when the mood comes over him.â
The thread of affection in Caineâs voice told her he wasnât at all intimidated. âIf Sterns takes a liking to you, and Iâm sure he will, then heâll defend you to the death. Heâs as loyal as they come.â
The man under discussion advanced down the steps with a dignified stride. When he faced his employer, he made a stiff bow. Jade noticed the wings of silver hair on the sides of his temples and guessed his age to be in the middle to late fifties. Both the salt and pepper hair and his grossly unattractive face reminded her of her Uncle Harry.
She liked him already.
âGood day, miâlord,â Sterns stated before he turned to look at Jade. âDid your hunt go well?â
âI wasnât hunting,â Caine answered.
âThen the pistol shots I heard were just for sport?â
The servant hadnât bothered to look at his employer when he made that remark but continued to give Jade his full scrutiny.
Caine smiled. He was vastly amused by Sternsâ behavior. His man wasnât one to rattle easily. He was certainly rattled now, and Caine knew he was fighting quite a battle to maintain his rigid composure.
âI was after men, not game,â Caine explained.
âAnd were you successful?â Sterns inquired in a voice that suggested he wasnât the least interested.
âNo,â Caine answered. He let out a sigh over his butlerâs lack of attention. Still, he couldnât very well fault the man for falling under Jadeâs spell. Heâd already done the same. âYes, Sterns, she is very beautiful, isnât she?â
The butler gave an abrupt nod, then forced himself to turn back to his lord.
âThat she is, miâlord,â he agreed. âHer character, however, is still to be discerned.â He clasped his hands behind his back and gave his lord a quick nod.
âYouâll find that her character is just as beautiful,â Caine replied.
âYouâve never brought a lady home before, miâlord.â
âNo, I havenât.â
âAnd she is our guest?â
âShe is,â Caine answered.
âAm I making more of this than I should, perchance?â
Caine shook his head. âNo, youâre not, Sterns.â
The butler raised an eyebrow, then nodded again. âItâs about time, miâlord,â Sterns said. âDo you require one of the guest chambers made ready or will the lady be occupying your rooms?â
Because the sinful question had been asked in such a matter-of-fact fashion, and because she was still stinging from their rudeness in talking about her as though she wasnât even there, she was a little slow to take insult. Only when the fullness of what Sterns was suggesting settled in her mind did she react. She moved away from Caineâs side and took a step toward the butler. âThis lady will require a room of her own, my good man. A room with a sturdy lock on the door. Do I make myself clear?â
Sterns straightened himself to his full height. âI understand perfectly well, miâlady,â he announced. Although the manâs tone was dignified, there was a noticeable sparkle in his brown eyes. It was a look only Caine had been privy to before. âI shall check the bolt myself,â he added with a meaningful glance in his employerâs direction.
âThank you so much, Sterns,â Jade replied. âI have many enemies chasing after me, you see, and I wonât rest properly if I have to worry about certain gentlemen sneaking into my room at night to put my nightgown back on me. You can understand that, canât you?â
âJade, donât start . . .â Caine began.
âCaine suggested I stay with his mama and papa, but I couldnât do that, Sterns,â she continued, ignoring Caineâs rude interruption. âI donât want to drag his dear parents into this sorry affair. When one is being hunted down like a mad dog, one simply doesnât have time to worry about oneâs reputation. Donât you agree, sir?â
Sterns had blinked several times during Jadeâs explanation, then nodded when she gave him such a sweet, expectant look.
A clap of thunder echoed in the distance. âWeâre going to get soaked if we stand out here much longer,â Caine said. âSterns, I want you to send Parks for the physician before the storm breaks.â
âCaine, is that really necessary?â Jade asked.
âIt is.â
âYouâre ill, miâlord?â Sterns inquired, his concern apparent in his gaze.
âNo,â Caine answered. âI want Winters to have a look at Jade. Sheâs been in a mishap.â
âA mishap?â Sterns asked, turning back to Jade.
âHe threw me in the Thames,â she explained.
Sterns raised an eyebrow in reaction to that statement. Jade nodded, pleased with his obvious interest.
âThat isnât the mishap I was referring to,â Caine muttered. âJade has a rather nasty bump on her head. Itâs made her a little light-headed.â
âOh, that,â Jade countered. âIt doesnât sting nearly as much as the stitch in my side,â she added. âI donât want your physician prodding at me. I wonât have it.â
âYou will have it,â Caine replied. âI promise you that he wonât prod. I wonât let him.â
âIâm afraid it isnât possible to fetch Winters for your lady,â Sterns interjected. âHeâs gone missing.â
âWinters is missing?â
âOver a month now,â Sterns explained. âShould I send for another physician? Your mother turned to Sir Harwick when she couldnât locate Winters. I understand she was pleased with his services.â
âWho required Sir Harwickâs attention?â Caine asked.
âYour father, though he protested most vehemently,â Sterns said. âHis loss of weight has your mother and your sisters very concerned.â
âHe grieves for Colin,â Caine said, his tone abrupt, weary, too. âI hope to God he pulls out of this soon. All right, Sterns, send Parks for Harwick.â
âDo not send Parks for Harwick,â Jade commanded.
âJade, now isnât the time to be difficult.â
âMiâlady, what happened to you in this unfortunate mishap? Did someone hit you on your head?â
âNo,â she answered shyly. She lowered her gaze to the ground. âI fell. Please donât become upset on my behalf, Sterns,â she added when she peeked up and caught his sympathetic expression. âItâs only a little, insignificant bump. Would you like to see it?â she asked as she lifted her hair away from her temple.
The movement made her side start
nagging her again. She couldnât quite block the pain this time.
Sterns couldnât have been more interested in her injury, or more compassionate. While Caine watched, his butler turned into a ladyâs maid. He stammered out all sorts of condolences, and when Jade accepted his arm and the two of them started up the steps together, Caine was left to stare after them.
âWe must put you to bed immediately, dear lady,â Sterns announced. âHow did you take your fall, miâlady, if I may be so bold as to inquire?â
âI lost my balance and fell down a full flight of steps,â she answered. âIt was very clumsy of me.â
âOh, no, Iâm certain you arenât at all clumsy,â Sterns rushed out.
âIt is kind of you to say so, Sterns. Do you know, the pain is not nearly as awful now, but my side . . . well, sir, I donât wish to alarm you, nor do I wish you to think Iâm a complainer . . . Caine believes I do nothing but complain and cry. Those were his very words, sir. Yes, they were . . .â
Caine came up behind her and grabbed hold of her shoulders. âLetâs have a look at your side. Take your jacket off.â
âNo,â she answered as she walked into the foyer. âYouâll only prod at it, Caine.â
A line of servants waited to greet their employer. Jade breezed past them while she held on to Sternsâ arm. âSir, is my room in the front of the house? I do hope so. I would love to have a window facing the lovely view of the drive and the forest beyond.â
Because of her cheerful tone of voice, Caine decided sheâd been exaggerating about her aches. âSterns, take her upstairs and get her settled while I take care of a few matters.â
He didnât wait for a reply but turned and walked out the front door again.
âHave Parks fetch the physician,â Sterns called down from the top of the steps. The butler turned to Jade. âDonât argue with us, miâlady. You look terribly pale to me. I cannot help but notice that your hands feel like ice.â
Jade hastily removed her hand from his. She hadnât realized sheâd held onto him as she climbed the steps. Sterns had noticed, of course. The poor dear was obviously worn out. Why, she was actually trembling.