The Daring Miss Darcy (Lost Ladies of London 4)

“I know,” she said cupping his cheek. “But this means so much to me. Once we are reunited, I can finally move beyond the past and embrace life. And I have missed him so much, Ross.”

“I understand.” He was close to his sister, too. But Estelle was wrong to think they had nothing else to fear.

Guilt surfaced, accompanied by a

flicker of doubt. These uncomfortable sensations had nothing to do with her brother. Vane was confident Fabian would welcome Estelle as if the last eight years had never existed. But while the problems in London were behind them, there were a few matters in France that needed addressing.

“You’ve hardly slept these last few days,” Vane said stroking her hair in a slow soothing rhythm. “Close your eyes and I shall wake you when we reach Branscombe.”

She shrank down in the seat and huddled closer to him. “I shall try.”

They arrived in Branscombe at noon. Vane booked Wickett a room at the coaching inn so he could catch a few hours’ sleep. Fabian’s men were already waiting on the beach ready to ferry them across to the island.

“Remember, the sailors are somewhat unconventional,” Vane said as they walked across the shingle.

The Scot, Mackenzie, strode over and slapped Vane on the back. “Och, it’s good to see you’ve not lost that brooding expression. It’s a look that makes men quiver in their boots.”

“Most men, but not you, Mackenzie,” Vane said with a smirk. He wondered what Estelle made of the large red-haired fellow.

“When a man’s been swamped by giant waves, there’s not much that can frighten him after that. Och, and I’ve seen wind whip clothes off a man’s back.”

Estelle stiffened at Vane’s side. “I agree, Mr Mackenzie. There is nothing more terrifying than a storm at sea.”

Vane turned to Estelle. “That doesn’t stop Mackenzie diving into the water at any given opportunity.”

“Did your mother not tell you that the best way to deal with fears is to tackle them head-on?”

“I believe we ran into each other before, Mr Mackenzie,” Estelle said. “In Paris.”

“Aye, one look at my ginger beard and you raced away as fast as your legs could carry you.” Mackenzie bowed his head. “Miss Darcy, I cannot tell you how it warms my heart to know you’re well. There’ll be ale all round tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Thank you, Mr Mackenzie.”

“Come now.” The Scot took their luggage and ushered them towards the boat. “His lordship has been waiting on the dock all morning. His toes are probably frozen in his boots.”

“Could you just give us a moment alone before we depart?” Vane said. This would be their last opportunity to speak privately for some time.

“Aye,” Mackenzie said with a grin. “We’ll wait for you in the boat.”

“What is it?” Estelle turned to him and placed her hand on his chest. “Your heart is racing.”

Vane took her hand. “Do you remember when you came to Hanover Square, and I asked you if you loved me?”

A smile graced her lips. “How could I forget?”

“You didn’t ask how I felt and so I want to tell you now, before … well, before Fabian captures you and refuses to let you go.” Any trace of amusement in his voice was fleeting.

Estelle gazed deeply into his eyes. “Then let me reaffirm what I said. I love you, Ross. There is no one in this world for me but you.”

Vane swallowed past the lump in his throat. “You are the love of my life, Estelle. I love you more now than I ever have. You’re strong when you need to be, daring even when you shouldn’t be. You’re not afraid to show your vulnerability and I admire that.” He couldn’t help but smile. “Have I told you I love you?”

“Twice, I think.” Her beaming smile warmed his heart.

“Then never forget it.” Vane kissed her quickly on the lips and then gestured to the boat. “Fabian has lived for eight years thinking he would never see you again. Let us go and put an end to his torment.”

Vane helped her into the boat and they set off for Raven Island.

Mackenzie hummed a tune as he took to the oars. “From what I remember, my lord, your rowing skills would put any seafaring man to shame.”