Wishes In The Wind Part 16

Dustin's lips twitched. "From both."

Again Nick searched his daughter's face, obviously affected by whatever he saw there. With a resigned sigh, he nodded. "All right. But only for an hour. No more."

"Agreed. And I thank you." Dustin glanced at Nicole. "Nine o'clock?"

Nicole blinked up at him, looking as if she didn't believe what had just occurred. "Nine o'clock," she repeated dazedly.

"Excellent. I'll collect you then." He turned to go, pausing to tug the brim of Nicole's cap. "And, Derby?" he murmured, for her ears alone. "Leave this home-along with Stoddard." A lazy grin. "You won't need either of them."

Nine.

A SURGE OF RENEWED energy accompanied Dustin back to the manor, every fiber of his being pulsing with the knowledge that tonight was going to fulfill another of Nicole's dreams.

A dream that, like her longing to run in the Derby, couldn't be bought in a store nor offered in a velvet-lined box.

But, oh, how cherished it would be.

Smiling, Dustin began planning the evening.

He was interrupted by the sound of Poole's anxious summons. "My lord." Standing in the drive, the butler sagged with relief when he spied Dustin. He whipped out a handkerchief and mopped his face, his gaze darting from Dustin to the entranceway door and back. "Quinn said you were at the stables. I've just returned from searching them, inch by inch. You were nowhere to be found."

"I was meeting with Stoddard. What on earth is wrong?"

"It's the duke, sir. He's been at Tyreham all day, awaiting your return. He arrived a scant quarter hour after your carriage departed. He's in quite a state about that missive we sent him."

"Yes, he certainly is." Trenton Kingsley stormed out of the manor, glaring angrily at his brother. "I thought I heard your voice. Where the h.e.l.l have you been? And what's this about Alexander being in danger?"

"h.e.l.lo, Trent," Dustin greeted him. "What took you so long? I expected you at Tyreham days ago." With a sympathetic glance at his butler, Dustin murmured, "Thank you, Poole. I'll take over from here." He climbed the stairs, laying a comforting hand on Trenton's shoulder, seeing beyond his brother's rage to the hollow fear beneath. "Stop bellowing. You're terrifying Poole-which you've probably been doing for hours. Let's go to my study. We'll have a drink and I'll fill you in."

With a terse nod, Trenton stalked through the house and into the study, waiting only until Dustin had joined him before shutting the door and leaning back against it. "Talk to me. Who's threatened Alexander? And why?"

Dustin filled two goblets with brandy, offering one to his brother. "Two men visited Tyreham a few days after I left Spraystone. They insisted-with their fists-that I not engage the services of Nick Aldridge who, if you recall, I was dead set on hiring."

"They barged in and threatened you?" A muscle worked furiously in Trenton's jaw. "That makes no sense. Whatever their reason for wanting Aldridge off the turf, it's immaterial now. He's in no condition to ride-for you or anyone. According to the newspapers, he's injured and recuperating in Scotland." Trenton broke off, suspicion narrowing his eyes. "Unless, of course, the newspaper reports are inaccurate."

"Evidently, my two visitors came to that same conclusion. To ensure my cooperation, they suggested that should I want Alexander to remain healthy, I avoid Aldridge at all costs. Their warning was unmistakable. As was my response-unmistakable and unfriendly." Dustin's mouth set in harsh lines. "I don't think they'll come near Alexander. The missive I sent you was simply a precaution." A swallow of brandy. "That's all I can tell you."

One black brow rose. "All you can tell me," Trenton repeated. "An interesting choice of words. Why do I think you're omitting a great deal?"

"If I am, that omission has nothing to do with my nephew. Further, you can rest a.s.sured I'm in the process of terminating those lowlifes' careers. Permanently."

An a.s.sessing pause. "You know more about Nick Aldridge's disappearance than you told them, don't you?"

"According to the papers, he's recovering nicely."

"That wasn't my question."

"But that was my answer."

Trenton sucked in his breath. "You're up to your neck in something serious. Let me help you."

"I can't. Not this time." Dustin rolled the goblet between his palms. "I'd be violating a confidence."

"A confidence? Who the h.e.l.l worth a d.a.m.n would ask you to endanger yourself and your family? And to what end? You're not a b.l.o.o.d.y investigator."

That sp.a.w.ned a thought. "No, I'm not. Which gives me an idea." Dustin tossed back the rest of his drink. "Thanks, Trent. You've just helped more than you realize."

"You're not going to tell me another d.a.m.ned thing, are you?"

"I've told you everything you need to know. You have simply to keep a watchful eye on your family. By the way, where are my beautiful sister-in-law and my rambunctious nephew?"

"At Broddington. We returned from Spraystone this morning. Why do you think it took me so long to get here? I wanted to come the instant I got your note. But Ariana is too insightful. She knows how I savor our visits to Wight. If I'd left the isle abruptly, she would have guessed something was wrong. I don't want to worry her."

"Nor should you. She has enough to deal with controlling that eight-month-old tempest of yours. Speaking of which," Dustin tapped his upper lip. "Did you notice I shaved off my mustache? Your heir will now have to find a new distraction with which to torment me. That should take him, say, ten to fifteen minutes."

Trenton didn't smile. "You're evading the issue. Why? You're not in the habit of keeping things from me."

Silence.

"Is it Nick Aldridge you're protecting?"

"Trent, leave it alone. I can't say any more than I have. You'll simply have to trust me." Trust me. Dustin's own words triggered a reminder of the evening ahead, an evening that was fast approaching. "I hate to be rude, but I have to cut this conversation short."

"Why? Do you have plans?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"Anyone I know?"

"No. At least not yet." This query Dustin met head-on. "But you will. Soon. The instant it's remotely possible."

Slowly, Trenton lowered his gla.s.s to the side table. "That sounds serious."

"It is. Or rather, it will be."

Surprise registered on Trenton's face. "When did this happen? You were at Spraystone a week ago, ornery and unattached."

"That was then. This is now."

"You became deeply involved with someone in a matter of days?"

"In a manner of minutes," Dustin corrected. He shot Trenton a pointed look. "As you did with Ariana."

"That was entirely different."

"Really? How?"

"Ariana needed help. I needed-her."

An ironic smile. "The situations are more a.n.a.logous than even I discerned."

Trenton inhaled sharply. "Dustin, is this woman the cause of whatever crusade you're on? Because, if so ..."

"Trent, you're beginning to sound like an overprotective parent. When I'm ready to disclose my secrets, you're the first one I'll seek out. Now, go home to Ariana. Stop worrying about your son-and your brother. We're both Kingsleys. We'll survive." His grin widened. "Better than survive, if I have my way."

"Are you implying ..."

"Good night, Trent."

Throwing up his hands, Trenton complied. "All right, good night." Reaching for the doork.n.o.b, he paused. "You'll summon me if you need help?"

"When have I ever sought your help with women?"

"Very funny. I meant with the threats and with whatever those threats are dragging you into."

"I'll let you know the minute I'm free to discuss it."

A nod. "Dustin, be careful."

"I will."

Glancing back over his shoulder, Trenton regarded his brother with thoughtful understanding. "I can't wait to meet her. She must be extraordinary."

A smile curved Dustin's lips. "She is."

"A gown?" Nick Aldridge's mouth fell open. "You're wearing a b.l.o.o.d.y gown?"

"Stop making such a fuss, Papa." Nicole descended the steps, glancing self-consciously down at herself. "Do I look all right?"

The vulnerability in her voice penetrated her father's surprise. "You look beautiful. More than beautiful. Breathtaking. And not only because of the gown." He raised her chin. "There's a glow in your eyes that wasn't there before. A glow, I a.s.sume, caused by Dustin Kingsley."

Nicole lowered her lashes. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes. But I wouldn't worry. He'll never notice. The man is so smitten with you, he can barely see straight."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so. What I don't know is what he intends to do about his pent-up ardor." Worry furrowed her father's brow. "Nickie-"

"Papa, don't." She lay her forefinger across his lips, determined to squelch this particular subject before it began-again. The last thing she needed was a reminder of Dustin's womanizing ways or a lecture on how to ward off his advances.

Especially when her conviction to ward them off dwindled more by the minute.

A knock at the front door spared her further explanation. "Please, Papa," she soothed, rea.s.suring him as best she could. "Have faith in my judgment."

"I do. It's the marquis's intentions I question." With that, Nick headed over and-hearing the requisite "It's Tyreham"-opened the door. "My lord," he acknowledged.

"Good evening, Aldridge." Dustin stepped inside, seductive as sin in his dark coat and trousers. "Is Nicole-?" He broke off, staring at Nicole as if she were an apparition.

"My reaction precisely," Nick commented dryly. He cleared his throat, stepping aside to let Nicole join her escort. "Have a nice stroll."

"Thank you, Papa," Nicole murmured. She walked toward Dustin, wondering how any man could be so heartstoppingly handsome. "Good evening, my lord. Shall we go?" When Dustin said nothing, merely continued to stare, she asked, "Are you well?"

"What I am is speechless."

Nicole felt her lips curve. "Somehow, I doubt that." She turned to her father. "I'll be home shortly, Papa."

"Yes. In an hour," Nick confirmed. "That's ten o'clock," he called after them, posted dutifully at the threshold.

Dustin began to chuckle. "Subtle, isn't he?" he inquired, taking Nicole's elbow and leading her away from the cottage.

"No, he's not." Nicole lapsed into silence, keenly aware of Dustin's touch, the proximity of his presence. Her own thoughts were a jumble of activity, her emotions raw and exposed. She'd antic.i.p.ated tonight with all the giddy apprehension of a woman who knew her life was about to be forever changed by a man, a concept that both elated and terrified her.

She'd grappled with her feelings since yesterday, but it wasn't until tonight, while performing the uncharacteristic ritual of donning feminine attire, that the true significance of Dustin's words had found their mark.

Can you honestly tell me you don't come alive when we're together? Not only when we touch, but when we talk? When we laugh? Even when we argue? Ah, Derby, we can right life's wrongs and balance its inequities ... together.

No, she couldn't deny it. Dustin had pervaded her life from the instant they'd met and not only during those brief, wondrous moments when she was in his arms. But along the Thames when they'd talked ... on Tyreham's course when she trained ... in this very cottage when he'd supplanted flattery with truth-for her. The affinity between them was rare, irrefutable, and no amount of trepidation could erase it.

It was then that the inevitable realization had struck-sp.a.w.ning those few, life-altering words.

She was in love with Dustin Kingsley.

The very acknowledgment, though unsurprising, heightened her misgivings to immense proportions, because whatever hope she'd had of s.h.i.+elding herself from Dustin's spell was now gone. The die was cast, the risk taken.

And her heart was no longer hers.

Now it was in the hands of fate.

Reflexively, her fingers went to her throat, brus.h.i.+ng the soothing shape of her wis.h.i.+ng locket where it hung gracefully-and, for tonight, openly-about her neck.

"You're very pensive," Dustin observed as they strolled through the woods.

"Am I?" Nicole blinked, raising her overheated face to the cool night air. "I'm sorry. I'm nervous."

"Don't be." Dustin's midnight gaze roved possessively over her. "You look exquisite. Precisely as you did the night we met."

"That's probably because I'm wearing precisely the same gown I wore the night we met," she replied, her heart drumming against her ribs. "I own only two. This one is a bit more stylish than the other."

"What made you decide to wear it tonight?"