The Captain of All Pleasures (Sutherland Brothers 1)

"Just an estimate. A week? Two?"

"That depends on the suitor," she answered carefully. "It depends on which one you choose."

Nicole's fingers were clenched in her dress. "I choose the one who can be brought up to scratch the quickest."

The dowager set her plate aside. "Then I suppose a week to finalize the contracts, if I put some pressure on."

Nicole caught her gaze. "Then, Grandmother, I'm asking you for pressure."

He should be elated, Derek told himself. He'd wanted to be free of Lydia for five years now. Five long years. Now he could marry Nicole as soon as he found her. But on the heels of that thought, the Irisher's words filtered into his mind for the thousandth time. Was he worthy of her?

His life was in shambles. Even with the annulment finalized, the fact remained that he'd been married before. He drank too much, and his estates would have rotted if his brother hadn't assumed his responsibilities.

But if he'd learned anything from his time with Nicole, it was that you had to fight for what you wanted. And he'd fight for her now. He'd make himself worthy.

As he sat in his study going over the runners' reports, his mother strolled in and casually wandered over to inspect his bookshelves.

Over her shoulder, she said, "I haven't pressed, but don't you think it's time to tell me what all these men are doing as they come and go from here? Won't you enlighten me as to what you do all day?"

What did it matter if she knew? She would find out soon enough when he brought Nicole here to marry him.

"They are Bow Street runners. I have hired them to search for the woman I want to marry."

Her arm shot out to the nearest chair arm for support.

"You've already met her?" Her eyes wide, she asked, "Well, who is her family? What is their title?"

He smiled. "You've never heard of her family. In fact, I'd like to forget she even has one. There is no title."

His mother sank into the chair.

There'd be no way to spare her. He might as well tell her so she at least had time to accustom herself to the idea before he came back with Nicole. He took a breath and informed her, "The woman I desire to marry is an American."

Amanda Sutherland appeared to relax at that information. Most people of her acquaintance could overlook an American without a title if she was extravagantly wealthy....

"The family fortune runs in the negative at this point."

Her hand inched up to her mouth. "Could you have found someone who would be more disastrous to this family?"

How could she even dare! "Actually, I just ended my marriage to someone who was," Derek said cuttingly. "Since the family chose her, perhaps this time I'll be allowed to choose my own bride."

"We couldn't have known," his mother whispered sadly.

"Well, you might have nothing to worry about. I left the girl, abandoned her, because I was married. She'll most likely spurn me."

He turned from her and heard her rise to go. He could feel some of the frustration leaving his body. This was all in the past. He wanted to look forward. "See if you can't find Grant," he called after her. He'd get his brother to teach him how to manage everything, and he'd take care of his own obligations. "And please get every ounce of liquor out of this house."

When Grant strolled in, he was as perfectly dressed and creased as ever. "Why the long face?" he asked as he took a seat. "You should be ecstatic. The race is won, and you're single yet again."

Derek hesitated, debating whether to tell his brother everything. They had been close as boys....

With a dry smile, he revealed, "Well, it appears that I am still pining over Lassiter's chit."

Grant sucked in a breath and sat back in his chair. "You don't say?"

An hour later, Grant was reeling from all Derek had told him. "Is she so beautiful?"

"To me--utterly," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "But it's much more than that."

Grant frowned. "And yet, you just left her?"

"I was trying to be noble, to be good to her. Now I realize I was just bloody stupid. I should have brought her back here and married her as soon as I ended my marriage to Lydia."

"The man--Chancey--had a point, though, if you weren't prepared to marry the girl at the time."

"He was right then, but things have changed now."

"Are you ready to remarry?"

Derek's brows drew together. Why did Grant sound so doubtful? "I will be, with your help."

Hours later, when they'd reviewed the books and anything else Grant could think of, Derek stood and stretched.

"There isn't much left to go over," Grant said.

He'd warmed up to his brother's plans, possibly because he'd seen how serious Derek was about learning. Still, Derek wanted to reassure him. "I will handle my own, Grant."

Grant looked at him curiously, as if making a decision, then nodded. "For the first few months, it'll be learning by trial. I've got everything running smoothly, so you have a bit of time to search for your sailor before you need to dig in."

"I appreciate your help. Now, and for the last few years."

Grant appeared uneasy. "Well, don't get all sentimental on me. I drew a very large salary as your estate manager."

When Derek raised his eyebrows, Grant smiled blandly and changed the subject. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to attend one of these balls that Mother keeps harping on."

"Forget it--"

"Just hear me out. I know you're in love with this girl," he said, his eyes searching Derek's face. "God knows, I've never seen you like this. But it wouldn't hurt to at least act as though you're cooperating with her."

"Why? Because she wants me to start the search for a new bride now that the annulment is finalized? I told her about Nicole, but you know she won't give up. If I go to one of these things, she'll push a hundred women at me in the hope that one catches my fancy instead of a penniless, nameless American. If I go, she'll think she has a chance of getting me to wed someone who is not Nicole." He ran a hand over his haggard face. "It wouldn't be fair to her, because it will never happen!"

Grant seemed taken aback by his vehemence. "Not even a couple of nights to smooth out some of the gossip about the annulment? Your presence after so long would help stem the worst of it. The season's halfway over. It wouldn't become expected of you."

Unfortunately, Grant's arguments made sense. He didn't want to bring Nicole here and have her affected by any slurs on the family. Still, he wavered. "You know I need to be here in case I get some news."

Grant exhaled in exasperation. "You would only be going a few blocks away. A message would be sure to reach you." When Derek said nothing, Grant continued, "When you were off gallivanting all over the world, it was Mother here who bore the brunt of shame because of Lydia." Grant stood and paced. "She's been the one most affected by the rumors, and she was the one who had to deal with Lydia's temper on a regular basis. That woman has no restraint." Grant looked as though he would shudder. Lydia's compulsive need to shock was most likely his stodgy brother's main complaint against the woman.

"And you? Did her conduct affect you?" Derek asked with concern.

"Are you kidding? It nearly made me swear off marriage. But I did feel sorry for Mother. It was extremely hard on a woman as proud as she is."

Grant's words forced him to recognize how selfish he'd been to leave them all here with her. He'd hurt more than just Nicole.

Derek threw his hands up to signal defeat. "Very well. I'll go tonight, but I can't guarantee I'll be fitting company."

"Thank you, Derek," Grant said. He walked to the door, then turned back and said in a voice that might have been just a little hoarse, "It's good to have you back."

Chapter 26

O h, yes, he was making his mother happy. She flitted around Lady Crossman's ballroom from one matchmaking mama to the next, teasing them with Derek as if he were a slab of meat set before ravenous animals. Earlier she'd mentioned that people were surprisingly receptive to the idea of Derek

remarrying. Soon, she predicted, all the new layers of gossip would bury the scandal.

People could overlook a lot when one of the wealthiest peers in London had just become available. Particularly since his mother had told everyone he was actively seeking a wife. He supposed it wasn't a lie; he was actively seeking Nicole.

He'd always had a sense of wasting time at the soirees and routs, as if he were just playing up to something that would happen in the future. Tonight was no different. He was anxious and impatient. With Nicole, he'd lived in the present. Not thinking of the future or the past, but only of his time with her. Recalling how easy he'd felt around her made it even more difficult to be civil to all the little chits pushed at him and Grant. Their vapid conversation had not improved in the time he'd been away. Not that he'd expected it to.

He thought he'd concealed the worst part of his irritation, but if the petulant little looks and huffy retreats were any indication, he hadn't succeeded. Grant knew that he'd reached his limit, because he politely removed him from the crowd. Grant looked about to laugh when Derek made a throttling gesture with his hands.

"So, little brother, am I doing my duty?"

"If not in spirit, then at least in deed," Grant replied with a grin. "You should see your scowls. You look menacing."

"That must be because I am completely bloody miserable."

Grant smiled ruefully. "I see now that this won't work for you. Well, at any rate, I appreciate all you're doing--or trying to do--for our dear, sweet mother."

As if on cue, Amanda marched over to them with a disdainful look on her face. Both sons groaned.

"Really, Derek, I did not want you to come here to scare away all your potential brides." She opened her fan in a huff. "And I mean that literally--you do scare them! Why, I heard from Lady Hanson that her daughter was too afraid to come anywhere near your glowering self."