“Enough, Windham,” she snapped. “Georgiana is correct. We skate perilously close to scandal, and I won’t have it.”
The marquess seemed to swell. “That is not a matter for you.”
“I disagree,” the earl quietly said. “It is a matter for all of us. I have already told you quite clearly that if you attempt to interfere in our lives again I will separate us from you and we will never cross this threshold again until you are dead and I assume the marquessate. Did you think I was bluffing?”
The marchioness blanched and turned a condemning eye on her lord. “You would risk losing your heirs? You would send Jamie away again?”
“This has nothing to do with you,” his father told Jack.
Jack Wyndham sneered at his father. “Oh, but it is. I won’t waste my time appealing to your family feeling. As mother has said, you are far more interested in reputation. Consider this, though. If not for Georgie, you would have no heir of your blood for the title. She kept Gervaise from murdering your grandson. And do you really believe Gervaise would have stopped at Jamie and me? He would have gone after Ned next so that the title would have gone to him, who wasn’t fit to clean out your stables. Now, for all that is holy, father, get off your high horse and make it clear to all and sundry that you always approved of Georgie’s marriage, or you will be the loneliest, most despised peer in the realm.”
“If it means that much to you,” Georgie added, “you may comfort yourself with the knowledge that if he had lived, Jamie would have been Duke of Kintyre. I should think that would be notable enough even for you.”
“A Scottish title,” her father scoffed.
“A dukedom older than the marquessate,” Georgie retorted.
Good heavens. She was actually beginning to enjoy herself. It truly was all right to rely on someone else, especially someone you loved. She gifted that someone a sly smile to see the pride in his eyes and hung onto his hand for a little extra strength.
“Do you have my marriage lines?” Georgie asked her father, sitting as tall and proud as any in the room as she faced him. “Will you finally heal the breach, or will Jack be correct? I would very much like you both to know your granddaughter. But not if it puts Lully in any danger. And just to make certain, if you aren’t certain how well my child—and Jack’s, come to think of it—are protected, ask young Jem about our Murphy, who is up with both of them in the nursery right now. I will no longer live every day in terror that you will hurt my child.”
The duke actually looked stricken. “I would never hurt a child. You must know that.”
“How could I?” she demanded. “First you disowned your granddaughter and then you tried to kidnap her. Exactly what type of kindness is that?”
“Just so you know, Wyndham,” Adam said, dropping a kiss on Georgie’s hand, “your daughter and granddaughter are no longer powerless. In exactly three days, she will be a duchess with all the power and resources incumbent. She is no longer alone.”
Georgie wished she were surprised that her mother immediately brightened. It seemed a dukedom salved all wounds.
Her father turned to Jack where he’d been watching his sister with a half smile. “Do you know about this?”
“We are to be their attendants,” Jack said. “With the greatest pleasure. We just have to find a way to choose who gets Murphy.”
Georgie actually grinned. “I dare you to challenge Lully for him.” Turning back to her father, she kept her smile. “Well, father?” she asked. “What say you?”
The marquess gave her a long, assessing look, his expression oddly vulnerable. “I only wanted what was best,” he finally admitted.
“I had what was best,” she assured him, her own voice softening. “I had my Jamie, and I had my Lully. And when you considered the title to be more important than your own children, I had Olivia and Little Jamie. And now, I have Jack back, and I have Adam. I would also like to have you and mother and the rest of the family back in my life. That is what has been important to me. If you can bend a little, you might realize exactly what ‘best’ is.”
It took a long moment during which the room hummed with unspoken tension. Finally, without his posture easing by an inch, the marquess waved one of his hands. “Call for Williams. I will need the keys to the safe. I would also call for the children.”
Even as the over-starched butler opened the door and bowed, Georgie began to climb to her feet in protest.
Her father lifted a hand in her direction. “I would know my granddaughter, Georgiana. She is a duchess now. I would like to introduce her to the dignity of her position.”
He looked confused when the younger people in the room began to laugh.
Their laughter was quickly enough explained when a few moments later the same butler opened the door, bowed as if at a grand ball, and grandly announced, “The Viscount Amberly and Miss Lilly Charlotte Grace.”
At which point young Jamie came romping in followed by the lumbering Murphy who waited at the door for the very prim, very serene little girl who followed as if on the stroll in Hyde Park, her pretty green velvet dress spotless and unwrinkled, her green hair bow precisely placed in her bright red curls.
Jamie popped a quick bow to his grandparents and ran over to be folded into Olivia’s arms. Lully strode to the center of the room and gave Georgie her little-girl curtsy. “You called me, mama? Hello, Grace.”
Adam nodded, having long since given up trying to correct her. “Hello, Lully.”
“Lully,” Georgie said to her baby. “Allow me to introduce you to your grandparents, the Marquess and Marchioness of Wyndham. They felt you might like to learn a bit about the dignity of your family.”
Whereupon Lully turned her raised eyebrows at the couple who were now staring at her from their thronelike chairs. “Indeed,” was all she said.
Georgie’s father coughed. “She certainly has taken to her title well,” he managed.
Georgie laughed outright. “She has no idea about the title,” she informed him as everyone else chuckled. She lifted the marriage lines Williams had retrieved from the safe. “We haven’t told her yet.”
“What title?” Lully asked.
Georgie smiled. “Cutest sprite in England.”
Lully immediately let loose with one of her lovely giggles. “Silly.”
“Give your grandparents your best curtsy, please,” Georgie instructed. Bi cúramach, Murphy.”
Lully wobbled a curtsy and straightened. Murphy stepped up right alongside his tiny mistress so she could lay her hand on his neck.
“This is our dog Murphy,” Lully informed her gaping grandparents with the gravity of a doyenne. “If you try to hurt me, he will eat you.”
And for the first time Georgie could ever remember, he father broke into a genuine smile. “I have no doubt. I promise he will have no cause, Lilly Chalotte.”
She nodded as if bestowing a boon. “Good. I want to like you.”
Then she did something the marquess’s children had never had the temerity to do. She ran up to the two very starchy gray-haired people seated on their stately chairs, motioned them to her and gave them a smacking kiss on the forehead.
The marchioness actually exhibited tears. “Thank you, sweet girl,” she whispered. “That was….the best.”
“Indeed,” the marquess acknowledged unsteadily, reaching out a hand that Lully accepted with aplomb. “Indeed.”
“Me, too?” Jamie demanded from his place alongside his mother.
His grandparents looked even more startled.
“Why, yes,” the marchioness said, hands out. “I suppose so.”
Jamie ran into them, and suddenly the two children and their grandparents were talking as if they had been together for years.
Georgie didn’t realize she was weeping until Adam set a handkerchief in her hand. “All better now?” he asked.
She nodded. “It is certainly on the right road, my love.”