Harry was quick to perk up. "I did," he admitted with a grin. "You had the makings though. I've never seen such a natural thief or a born liar in all my days. I'm right proud of you, girl."
"Thank you, Uncle," she replied, blushing over his praise. Harry wasn't one to give idle compliments
and she knew he spoke from his heart.
His expression soured, however, when he returned to her initial remark. "Yet you didn't think you belonged? You did say you wanted to belong, girl."
"I meant to be a proper wife," she lied. "That's what I meant by belonging now."
"You weren't speaking plain enough, girl," Harry announced. He looked relieved. "As for me, I've
always wanted to be a grandpapa."
She started to blush. "I don't know how to have babies either," she wailed.
Harry had meant to lighten her mood. He realized he'd taken the wrong approach. "Hell, no woman knows how until the time comes, girl. Tell me this. Do you love Caine? He says you do."
She skirted his question. "What if he gets tired of me? He'll leave me then, Harry," she whispered.
"I know he will."
"He won't."
"He needs time to realize…" She paused in midsentence. "That's it, Harry. If the courtship is long enough, perhaps he'll realize he's made a mistake." She smiled then. "And during that time, in case he
isn't making a mistake, I could try to learn all that would be required of me. Yes, Uncle, that's it. Caine's being very honorable now, trying to do the right thing…"
"Well, now, girl," Harry interrupted. "About this lengthy courtship plan…"
"Oh, Harry, that is the only answer," she interrupted. "I'll insist on a year. I'll wager he'll agree right off."
She was so pleased with her decision, she rushed out of the room. Harry adjusted his ill-fitting spectacles on the bridge of his nose, grabbed the bouquet and tucked it under his arm, and chased after her.
"Wait up," he bellowed.
"I must talk to Caine at once," she called over her shoulder. "I'm certain he's going to agree."
"I'm just as certain he ain't going to agree," Harry muttered. "Girl, hold fast. There's still a bit of the
telling I have to do."
She'd already reached the foyer by the time Harry reached the landing above. "They're in the drawing room," her uncle shouted as he lumbered down the stairs.
Jade came to an abrupt stop when she opened the doors and saw the gathering. Harry caught up with
her and forced her hand on his arm. "We're doing this proper, girl," he whispered.
"Why are all these people here?" she asked. She looked at the group, recognized everyone but the short, partially bald-headed man standing by the French doors. He held a book in his hand and was in deep conversation with the Duke and Duchess of Williamshire.
Caine was standing by the hearth, talking to Lyon. He must have sensed her presence, for he suddenly turned in midsentence and looked at her.
His expression was solemn.
He knew at once by her puzzled expression she didn't understand what was going on. Caine braced himself for the fireworks he was sure were about to erupt, then walked over to face Jade.
"I ain't had time to finish explaining," Harry said.
"I can see you haven't," Caine interjected. "Jade, sweet, we're going…"
"I'll be telling it," Harry insisted.
He clasped Jade's hand flat on his arm so her nails wouldn't do injury, then said, "There ain't going to
be a year's courtship, girl."
She continued to stare up at him with that innocent, angelic gaze. Harry tightened his hold on her hand. "But there's going to be a wedding."
She was beginning to understand, Harry guessed, when he noticed her eyes were turning the color of emeralds again.
She was trying to tug her hand away. Harry held tight. "When is this wedding?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
Harry grimaced before answering. "Now."
She opened her mouth to shout her denial, but Caine moved closer, blocking her view from the audience. "We can do this the easy way, Jade, or the hard way. You call it."
She shut her mouth and glared up at him. Caine could see how frightened she was. She was in a near panic. She was actually shaking. "The easy way is for you to walk over to the minister and recite your vows."
"And the hard way?" Jade asked.
"I drag you over there by your hair," Caine told her. He made sure he looked as if he were up to that task, too. "Either way, I win. We are getting married."
"Caine…"
The fear in her voice tore at his heart. "Decide," he ordered, his voice hard. "Easy or hard?"
"I won't let you leave me," she whispered. "I won't! I'll leave you first."
"What are you stammering about, girl?" Harry asked.
"Jade? Which is it?" Caine demanded again, ignoring both her protest and Harry's interference.
Her shoulders sagged. "Easy."
He nodded.
"I'll be walking her over to the preacher man," Harry announced. "Nathan," he called out. "You can
trail behind."
"In just a minute," Caine ordered.
While Jade stood there trembling with panic and Harry stood there giving the Duchess downright lecherous looks, Caine went over to the minister and spoke to him. When he was finished, he handed a piece of paper to the man.
All was finally ready. Colin stood up at his brother's side, supported by Caine's arm. Jade stood beside Caine. Harry had to support her.
Jade repeated her vows first, a breach from tradition Caine had insisted upon. He stared at his bride while he repeated each of his vows. He let her keep her gaze downcast until he reached the end of the litany. Then he tilted her chin up and forced her to look at him.
She looked so scared, so vulnerable. Her eyes glistened with tears. He loved her so much. He wanted to give her the world. But first he had to gain her trust in him.
The minister closed his book, opened the sheet of paper in his hand, and began to read. "Do you promise to stay with your wife for as long as you shall live? Do you give your word before God and these witnesses that you will never leave her until death do you part?"
Her eyes had widened during the minister's questions. She turned and saw the paper he was holding.
"I do," Caine whispered when Jade turned back to him. "And now the last," Caine directed the minister.
"This is highly irregular," the minister whispered. He turned to address Jade. "And do you promise to tell your husband you love him before this day is out?"
Her smile was radiant. "I do," she promised.
"You may kiss the bride," the minister announced.
Caine happily obliged. When he lifted his head, he said, "You're mine now."
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. "I never make the same mistake twice, sweetheart,"
he whispered.
"I don't understand, Caine," she replied. She was still on the verge of tears and was desperately trying to maintain her composure. "Then why didn't you have the minister make me promise not to leave you? Don't you believe I'd honor my vows?"