"You're different, Marc. You've always been a better person than I, more conscientious, more exemplary in every way. I don't want to settle down."
"How do you know unless you try?"
"I did once-that was enough. And, Jesus, there are too many women in the world."
His brother shrugged. "Maybe it won't be a concern. You said Miss Ionides is as uninterested in permanence as you."
"Don't remind me," Sam scoffed.
"Oh, ho!" Marcus grinned. "A taste of your own medicine."
"I hope you're amused," Sam grumbled.
"Entertained, certainly. I didn't think I'd ever see the day."
"Well, you have, and I hope you're happy, because I'm hellishly cranky and bloody close to whisking Alex away, convention be damned."
"It shouldn't be long now," his brother said kindly. "The ladies generally leave soon after lunch."
But not everyone did. Hedy refused to depart.
Chapter Seventeen
"I'm not driving Hedy home," Sam said furiously. "I'll strangle her instead. Oliver, for one, will thank me. He can't stand her silly prattle."
"I'll go with you," his brother offered. "Together, we'll manage."
"What the hell's wrong with her?" Sam fumed. "I'm warning you. Keep her away from me. I can't guarantee I won't do her violence, the damned bitch. How long have we been waiting for her to leave?"
The two men had been standing outside the drawing room for the past hour, glancing from time to time through the partly opened door. And they'd just heard Hedy mention she'd sent her carriage home. "Poor old William was so tired, I just didn't have the heart to keep him waiting," she said with poignant drama. "I thought I might ride home with Sam."
"Or if Sam isn't leaving just yet, we'll send you home in our carriage." Evelina forced a smile, her own temper frayed after several hours of Hedy's irritating company. Her pregnancy made her tired, and she'd been hoping to go upstairs for a nap.
Alex had done her best to be courteous, but Hedy was bent on being malicious. Alex and Evelina exchanged long-suffering glances from time to time, neither able to bring about Hedy's departure.
Marcus, hearing the fatigue in his wife's voice, decided to intervene. Signaling his brother to stay behind, he walked into the drawing room. "Did I hear you say you needed the carriage brought around?"
"If you would, darling." Evelina's relief was apparent. "Hedy requires a ride home."
"Don't bother. I'll go with Sam," Hedy declared.
"He's still with the boys," Marcus lied.
Hedy folded her hands neatly in her lap. "I don't mind waiting."
Her emotions very near the surface in these early weeks of her pregnancy, tears sprang to Evelina's eyes. Marcus jumped forward to console her, but just then the drawing room door banged open and Sam stalked into the room. "My carriage is outside and I'm in a damned hurry. Come with me, Marcus, after you see Evelina upstairs. McClary wants to meet with us. Get your bonnet, Hedy." He paused for a second, and when he spoke, the anger had left his voice, but it was tightly curbed. "We'll drive you as well, Miss Ionides."
Hedy had leaped to her feet. "Thank you so much, Sam," she said, offering him a dazzling smile. "I knew I could count on you."
A tick appeared over Sam's cheekbone. "We're driving right by your house. It's not a problem to drop you off."
Alex's nerves were on edge, and she almost begged off. But she wasn't so magnanimous as to give Hedy a clear field. Or perhaps she took pity on Sam, who appeared to be controlling his temper with difficulty.
While Marcus helped Evelina upstairs, Sam and the ladies walked outside to the waiting carriage. It was an awkward journey with Hedy brushing against Sam at every possible opportunity. If Sam hadn't looked so annoyed, Alex would have been inclined to giggle. One certainly couldn't accuse Hedy of shyness. Nor Sam of an inability to resist unwanted advances.
He was polite but always just out of reach. When they stood before the open carriage door, Sam said with a gruff bluntness, "You ladies sit together," and nodded to one of his grooms. The young man immediately stepped forward and offered his hand to Hedy. She had no choice short of making a scene, but her mouth was set as she stepped into the carriage. He winked at Alex. "I'll wait for Marcus outside."
"Coward," she murmured.
He grinned. "Pure survival."
Marcus soon appeared, and the brothers entered the carriage.
By this time it was becoming apparent even to Hedy where Sam Lennox's interest lay. Thoroughly vexed at the gross injustice of his preferences, she spent the whole of the drive into the City offering denigrating comments on women who chose to lead independent lives. "When it's perfectly well known." she declared, "that a woman's place is in the home and her God-given function that of a wife and mother." Glancing at Alex, she wrinkled her nose. "Of course," she said uncharitably, "not all women are able to have children…"
"For God's sake, Hedy." Disgust vibrated in Sam's gruff voice. "What the hell do you know about anything?"
"I know, for instance," she said with soft venom, "your dear friend, Lady Denfield, is with child." She gazed at him, a look of triumph on her face. "Had you heard?"
Everyone knew Clara Bowdoin had several lovers. And he was always extremely cautious, so he knew the child wasn't his. But he couldn't reply, and Hedy knew it. "I'm sure Clara is pleased," he remarked politely.
"Are you?"
"Hedy, watch your step," Marcus warned, the fury in his brother's eyes barely suppressed. "Clara wouldn't appreciate your comments."
She bristled at his command. "It's common enough knowledge," she replied tartly. "Everyone isn't like you and Evelina, Marcus."
"Nor are they like you. And just a warning on that point, Hedy. If you upset Evelina again, I'll see that you're barred from my house. My wife's not required to listen to your nonsense." Marcus wasn't quicktempered by nature, but his family was sacrosanct.
"My goodness, Marcus, aren't you the heroic figure!"
"One more word from you, Hedy, and I'll set you down in the street," Sam growled.
She opened her mouth but thought better of it when she saw the anger in Sam's eyes.
The remainder of the drive passed in silence.
Hedy was helped from the carriage by one of Sam's grooms, and when the door finally closed on her, Sam exhaled a long, low sigh.
"Trying not to strangle her, were you?" his brother remarked.
"It was a damned close thing. If anyone ever is so unlucky as to marry her, she won't last above a month."
"Not our problem."
"No, thank God. And I apologize, Alex, for her rudeness to you."
Alex smiled. "You're hours too late. I have been maligned for most of the afternoon. And educated as to the role of a woman with a great deal of arrogance and very little understanding."
"Luckily, she's out of our lives," Sam noted, moving over to sit beside Alex. "We'll give you a ride home, Marcus." He took Alex's hand in his and gently squeezed it. "Then we're going to find something better to do than think of Hedy."
But when Marcus left them and Sam and Alex were alone once again, Alex quietly said, "Tell me about Lady Denfield's child."
Sam half raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Hedy said that only to irritate me, antagonize you, and in general make mischief. Ignore her."
"Is the child yours?"
"No."
"Naturally, you'd say that."
Sam briefly pursed his mouth, debating how much he could disclose without slandering Clara. "I wasn't the only one, if that helps."
"So the child could be yours."
He shook his head. "I never take chances."
"You can be so certain."
He shifted uncomfortably, lifted his shoulder in the merest of shrugs. "I'm certain. Beyond that, I can't with courtesy say more."
It wasn't as though she was unaware of his reputation for sleeping with ladies of every description, but Hedy's comment forced her to face the reality of that conduct.