He had his answer when she hugged him tight.
Lawrence called out to Royce then, drawing his attention. Nicholaa immediately disengaged herself from her husband and rushed back inside. She was so excited about Justin and Ulric coming home that she could barely contain herself. There was much to do in preparation. Justin would take over her chamber, she decided, and Ulric would sleep with her and Royce.
When Royce joined her at the supper table, she explained the sleeping arrangements to him. He dampened her good mood when he shook his head "Ulric will have your old chamber. Justin will sleep with the other soldiers."
"But he's my brother," she argued. "Shouldn' he…"
She gave up her argument when his hand covered hers and he started squeezing. Hugh was watching them, and Nicholaa decided her husband didn't want her to argue in front of him.
"We will discuss this later," she announced with a smile in Hugh's direction.
"No, we won't," Royce replied. "The matter is settled."
He squeezed her left hand again. She smiled sweetly up at him as she placed her right hand on top of his and gave him a good squeeze. Surprised by her boldness, he almost smiled.
"I'm leaving for London tomorrow," Hugh announced. "I'm hoping for one last game of chess this evening, Nicholaa."
"Will you be upset when I beat you again?" she asked.
Hugh grinned. At first she thought it was because she'd teased him about being upset. Then she realized he was watching the silent tug-of-war she was having with her husband. She kept trying to pull her hand away, and Royce wasn't letting her.
"I never get upset, Nicholaa," Hugh announced. "It won't matter, anyway, for I plan to win this game. I've just been toying with you until now. Since I'm leaving in the morning, I've decided to beat you soundly. You'd best prepare yourself to be upset."
She laughed at his arrogance. Royce smiled. "I hate to disappoint you, Hugh," he interjected. "But Nicholaa's going to be busy after dinner. She and I are going to have a discussion. Aren't we?"
He squeezed both her hands to let her know he didn't want an argument. Nicholaa didn't like the look in his eyes or the set of his jaw. It was the look he always wore when he was about to lecture her.
Hugh didn't want to be denied this one last opportunity to play chess with Nicholaa. "I'm not above pleading," he told Royce.
Nicholaa thought the baron looked like a child whose sugar treat had just been taken away. She didn't want his last night to be a disappointment.
"I could play one quick game," she told Royce. "It wouldn't take me any time at all to humiliate Hugh. You could give me your lecture while we play, husband."
It sounded like a perfectly good plan to her. Royce obviously didn't agree. His frown was fierce. "I'm not going to lecture you," he announced. "The two of us are going to have a discussion."
She gave him a disgruntled look. She would have snorted, too, but it wouldn't have been ladylike. "The kind of discussion on the way to London where you do all the talking and I do all the listening?" She didn't give him time to answer, but turned back to Hugh. "Sounds like a lecture to me," she said.
Hugh was trying not to laugh. Nicholaa seemed to be deliberately pricking her husband's temper. Royce didn't look happy with his wife either. He let go of her hands and leaned back, then folded his arms across his chest. His glare could have set a fire.
She had trouble holding on to her smile. She refused to back down, though. The man was going to lecture her, and she wanted him to admit it. "I was only making an observation," she announced.
His wife was totally without discipline, arguing with him in front of a guest. It didn't matter that Hugh was his good friend. The issue he wished to discuss with her was of a personal nature and came under the heading of "family concerns." She should have more sense than to drag an outsider into their problems.
"You may play one game of chess," he said. "But only one. Do you agree, Hugh?"
His friend was already rushing toward the fireplace to gather the wooden chess pieces from the mantel. The man was literally rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Nicholaa smiled and turned back to Royce. "I also agree," she said.
Royce raised an eyebrow. "Agree with what?"
"To play only one game."
"I didn't ask for your agreement, Nicholaa." He smiled when he said that.
She shook her head. "Sometimes I find you most difficult to get along with, Royce."
"Only sometimes?"
When Alice rushed over to clear the table, Nicholaa was glad for the interruption. "I do hope your mood improves," she whispered to her husband. She stood up and helped Alice with the chore just to get away from her husband's frown.
As soon as the table was mopped dry, Hugh placed the board in the center and spread out the chess pieces. One of the wooden statues toppled to the floor. Nicholaa let out a little gasp. "Do be careful, Hugh. My father carved those pieces. I wouldn't want anything to happen to them."
Hugh retrieved the chess piece, checked it over, and then polished it with the sleeve of his tunic. "It's good as new, Nicholaa. Your father really carved this? Have a look, Royce. It's a piece of work, it is. Look at the detail on the helmet. Your father was clever with his hands, Nicholaa."
Royce took the statue and held it closer to the candles to get a better look. Nicholaa walked over to stand behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder and leaning forward to look at the piece with him. "See the nick in the black queen's crown? I remember how that happened. As he carved that piece, Papa was telling us an amusing story that we had all heard at least a dozen times, and when he finished the tale, he laughed so hard he cut his finger and nicked the wood just there." She leaned farther forward until she was draped over Royce's shoulder and pointed out the small flaw in the chess piece.
The pleasure in her voice wanned him. "And did you laugh with your father even though you'd heard this story countless times?" he asked.
She smiled at him before answering. The sparkle in her eyes made his chest tighten. He liked seeing her so carefree, he decided. "Of course we laughed. Mother said we'd hurt papa's feelings if we didn't."
"So his feelings were important to your mother?"
Nicholaa nodded. "Just as your feelings are important to me." Her expression turned serious. "Why do you look surprised?" she asked. "A wife should care about her husband. It's the way of things."
She couldn't seem to stop herself. He had such an intent look on his face as he stared at her. It was as though she had spoken in a foreign language. She wanted to ease his frown. She kissed him.
He was stunned by her spontaneous action. She became embarrassed and pulled back, thinking to put some distance between them, but he wouldn't let her move away. He reached up and caught her arm.
"Tell me about the rest of these pieces," he commanded in a gruff voice.
"Do you really wish to know or are you just being polite?"
He grinned. "I'm never polite, remember? I'm rude."
He was teasing her. The sparkle in his eyes indicated as much. "Do you know," she said, "that you have beautiful silver chips in your eyes?"
She didn't realize she'd made that comment out loud until he shook his head. Her blush intensified. She took her place across the table from Hugh. "Do you notice how the white queen tilts to the left? Justin tried to improve on the base. He was only eight or nine at the time, so Papa didn't become too irritated with him. He said Justin was only trying to be helpful. Everyone in the family helped with the pieces."
"And what did you do?" Royce asked. "Which piece bears your handiwork?"
"Mother and I were given the assignment of painting and polishing the pieces. The whites are my work, and the blacks were done by mother."
"It's a beautiful set," Hugh announced. His voice became abrupt when he added, "Now put this chitchat aside, Nicholaa. On to the game."