Gentle Rogue
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"I don't think so, Georgie." This from Drew, who appeared in the doorway right then to effectively cut off her exit. To Thomas, he said, "Well, she looks fit enough, doesn't she? No bruises. Spitting mad."
Georgina felt like spitting, or screaming. Instead she took a deep breath, took another, then asked in a perfectly calm voice, "Warren didn't tell you, did he, that I wasn't in need of rescuing? Right? He forgot to mention that I'm in love with my husband? Is that why neither of you bothered to let me out of here sooner?"
"He didn't mention the love part, no," Thomas admitted. "I seriously doubt he believes it. But he did say you'd demanded to be taken back to your husband. He thinks you're suffering under misplaced loyalty because you're going to have the man's baby. How are you feeling, by the way?"
"I'm . . . How did you know?"
"Malory told Warren, of course. He used that as one of the reasons he's keeping you."
One of the reasons? It was probably the only reason, and why hadn't she thought of that before?
Because she'd begun to think James really hadn't heard her when she'd told him about the baby, since he'd never once mentioned it to her.
She moved over to the bed and sat down, trying to fight the depression that was sneaking up on her.
She couldn't let the reasons matter, she just couldn't. She loved James Malory enough for the both of them. And as long as he wanted to keep her, then she wanted to stay with him. There, that settled that.
So why didn't she feel any better?
Thomas startled her when he sat down next to her. "What did I say to upset you, Georgie?"
"Nothing . . . everything." She was grateful to have something to take her mind off the fact that James didn't love her. Them! Her brothers were being too high-handed by half. "Would you two mind telling me what I'm doing here?"
"It's all part of the plan, Georgie."
"What plan? To drive me crazy?"
"No." Thomas chuckled. "To get your husband to be reasonable."
"I don't understand."
"Would he let Warren see you?" Drew asked her.
"Well, no."
"Would he have changed his mind about it, do you think?" Thomas asked.
"Well, no, but—"
"He's got to be made to see that he can't keep you from us, Georgie."
Her eyes flared. "You intend to take me all the way home just to teach him a lesson?" she cried.
Thomas grinned at her chagrin. "I doubt it will be necessary to go that far."
"But if he thinks we will ..." Drew didn't feel it necessary to elaborate, and it wasn't.
Georgina sighed. "You don't know my husband. All this is going to do is get him mad."
"Maybe. But I guarantee it will also work."
She doubted it, but wasn't going to argue about it. "So why couldn't Warren have told me all this last night?"
Drew snorted before answering, "Because our dear Warren never agreed to the plan. He has every intention of taking you home with us."
"What!"
"Now don't worry about Warren, sweetheart," Thomas told her. "We won't be leaving for at least a week, and your husband is sure to show up long before then to settle this thing."
"A week? You came all this way, won't you stay longer than that?"
"We'll be back." Thomas chuckled. "And quite regularly, it seems, since Clinton has decided that as long as we're here anyway, we might as well make this rescue profitable. He's off right now arranging for future cargoes."
Georgina might have laughed at that if she weren't so upset by all of this. "I'm delighted to hear it, but I didn't need rescuing."
"We didn't know that, sweetheart. We've been worried sick about you, especially since, according to Boyd and Drew, you didn't go willingly with Malory."
"But you know now that I did so why won't Warren give it up?"
"Warren is hard to understand at the best of times, but in this case . . . Georgie, don't you know that you're the only woman that he has any kind of feelings at all for?"
"Are you trying to tell me he's given up women?" She snorted.
"I don't mean those kind of feelings, but the tender kind. I think it actually upsets him that he has any feelings at all. He wants to be completely hardhearted, but there you are, making him care."
"He's right, Georgie," Drew added. "Boyd said that he'd never in his life seen Warren so upset as when he came home and found you gone off to England."
"And then Malory arrived, and he saw it as his inability to protect you."
"But that's absurd," she protested.
"Actually, it's not. Warren takes your welfare very personally, perhaps more personally than any of the rest of us do, because you are the only woman he cares about. If you take that into consideration, then it's not so surprising, this hostility he feels for your husband, particularly after everything the man said and did when he showed up in Bridgeport."
"Why did he set out to ruin your reputation that night, Georgie?" Drew asked her curiously.
She made a face of disgust. "He felt slighted because I sailed off with you without saying goodbye to him."
"You must be joking," Thomas said. "He didn't strike me as a man who would go to such extremes for petty revenge."
"I'm just telling you what he told me."
"Then why don't you ask him again. You'll probably hear a completely different reason."
"I'd rather not. You don't know how infuriated that night still makes him. After all, you men throttled him, married him off, confiscated his ship, and locked him in a cellar to await hanging. I don't dare mention your names to him." Saying all that made her realize how hopeless their plan really was. "Devil take it, he's not going to change his mind, you know. What he'll probably do is bring his whole family down here and tear this ship apart."
"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. We are reasonable men, after all."
"Warren isn't." Drew grinned.
"James isn't, either." Georgina frowned.
"But I'd like to think the rest of us are," Thomas said. "We will settle this thing, Georgie, I promise you, even if your James has to be reminded that he provoked our hostilities in the first place."
"Well, that's sure to make him amiable."
"Is she being sarcastic?" Drew asked Thomas.
"She's being difficult," Thomas replied.
"I'm allowed," Georgina retorted, scowling darkly at them both. "It's not every day that I get abducted by my own brothers."
Chapter Forty-seven
Thomas and Drew had managed to convince Georgina, somehow, to remain in the cabin so they wouldn't have to lock her in again. But an hour had passed since they'd left her, and she was beginning to wonder why she was going along with their crazy scheme when she knew very well it wasn't going to work on someone of James's unpredictable temperament. You just didn't force him to do something against his will and expect him to blithely go along with it. He was more likely to dig in his heels and never change his mind about allowing her to see her family . . . that was assuming he got her back, which wasn't a guaranteed outcome just now. After all, her brothers could be stubborn, too.
Why was she just sitting here, waiting for circumstances to determine her future, when all she had to do was sneak off the Nereus and make her own way home to James? After all, it would be easy to find a hack on the dock, and she was still wearing the same clothes she'd made her escape in yesterday, so her pockets were still lined with the money that both Regina and Roslynn had forced on her when they'd learned that James was deliberately keeping her without funds. And for all she knew, James might have already had a change of heart after she'd proven to him yesterday how serious she was about seeing her family again. She'd never gotten a chance to argue that out with him last night. Warren's high-handed abduction of her just might have ruined whatever headway her risk taking had gained her.
Annoyed now that she'd backslided into letting her brothers make her decisions for her again, she was on her way to the door when it opened, and Drew announced grimly, "You'd better come up. He's arrived."
"James?"
"The one and only. And Warren's furious that Malory actually managed to get on board when he had his crew watching for him just so he could prevent it." Drew grinned then, despite the seriousness of the situation. "I think our brother expected James to bring an army with him, and that's what everyone was watching for. But your Englishman is either fearless or foolhardy, because he's come alone."
"Where's Thomas?"
"Sorry, sweetheart, but our mediator left to meet Clinton."
She didn't waste any more time after hearing that. God, they'd probably killed each other already, without Thomas there to help control Warren's temper. But when she rushed on deck, it was merely to hear Warren ordering James to get off his ship. But that didn't mean violence wouldn't follow. Warren was up on the quarterdeck, gripping the rail, his body stiff with malice. James had gotten no more than a few feet on deck before a solid line of sailors had appeared to block him from going any farther.
Georgina started straight for James, but Drew yanked her back and pushed her toward the quarterdeck instead. "Give the plan a chance, Georgie. What harm can it do? Besides, they won't let you get to him, anymore than they're going to let him through. They've got their orders, which only Warren can rescind, so if you want to talk to your husband, you know whose permission you'll have to get first . . . unless of course, you're up to shouting back and forth at him."
Drew was grinning after that. He was finding this amusing, the rogue. She wasn't, and neither was anyone else, in particular James. Finally able to see him clearly from the quarterdeck, she thought he looked like hell warmed over.
He felt like it, too, though she didn't know that. Waking up with a head-pounding hangover, discovering he'd passed out in the parlor along with all six of last night's drinking companions, then girding himself for the confrontation with his wife only to find her gone again—this had not put him in a very good mood.
The only thing that he could look on with favor this morning was that he'd already discovered where the three Skylark ships were berthed, and the first one he'd boarded happened to be the one his wife was hiding on. And that she was hiding wasn't the worst of his conclusions. He had little doubt that she'd decided to leave him to go home with her brothers. Why else would she be here?
Georgina had no idea what conclusions James had drawn, but actually, it wouldn't have mattered if she did. She still had to defuse this situation before it got out of hand, no matter who he was furious with.
"Warren, please—" she began as she came up beside him, but he didn't even glance down at her.
"Stay out of this, Georgie," was all he said.
"I can't. He's my husband."
"That can and will be rectified."
She gritted her teeth over such hard-nosed stubbornness. "Didn't you hear a single thing I said to you last night?"
But by then James had noticed her appearance, and was heard to bellow, "George, you are not leaving!"
Oh, God, did he have to sound so arbitrary? How could she reason with Warren when James was standing down there making belligerent demands? And Drew was right. She would have to shout to him if she wanted to talk to him, and how could she say anything personal that way? And if Thomas was to be believed—and looking at Warren she didn't doubt it—even if she could get James to concede, Warren still wouldn't let her go back to him. Without the rest of her brothers there to back her up, nothing could be settled one way or the other. Drew might be there, but he'd never been able to sway Warren to anything, so he'd be no help.
She'd waited too long to answer James. He'd begun taking matters into his own hands, or fists, rather.
He'd already flattened two of Warren's crew when Warren shouted, "Throw him o—"
Georgina's elbow meeting her brother's ribs cut him off temporarily. The glowing fury that had leaped into her eyes kept him quiet a bit longer. And she was furious now, not just with him, but James, too.
Double-damned idiots! How dare they totally ignore her wishes, as if it weren't her future that was at issue here?
"James Malory, stop it right now!" she shouted down to the deck just as another sailor went flying.
"Then get down here, George!"
"I can't," she said, and meant to add "not yet," but he didn't give her a chance to finish.
"What you can't do is leave me!"
He was thrown back. There were still six crewmen standing against him. That wasn't deterring him in the least, however, which only infuriated her the more. The fool man was going to get tossed in the river yet.
She might do it herself. She was, after all, fed up with being told what she could or couldn't do. "And why can't I leave you?"
"Because I love you!"
He hadn't even paused in throwing another punch to shout that. Georgina, however, went very still, and breathless, and nearly sat down on the deck, her knees had gone so weak with the incredible emotion that welled up inside her.
"Did you hear that?" she whispered to Warren.