Bound By Their Secret Passion

The last thing she wanted was for him to worry about her. Or to think of her. He must never know how much she thought of him. Or how much his kindness towards her meant to her.

She smiled. ‘The worst I will endure is a tongue lashing, but I might earn one of those for choosing the wrong dish for breakfast, so I am very used to it.’

Dell frowned and glanced away.

‘It is equally as likely he will say nothing,’ she added quickly. ‘One never knows.’

Dell had insisted upon returning her to Tinmore Hall in his carriage and insisted on accompanying her. Lorene treasured these rare moments alone with him when she could pretend they were the only two people in the world and that she had not been forced to choose marriage to Tinmore.

Although no one had forced her. She had approached Tinmore and offered herself to him. She’d done so because her father had left his children penniless and Lorene could think of no other way to help her sisters and half-brother. She’d promised to marry Tinmore and to devote herself to his comfort for the rest of his life. In exchange he agreed to provide generous dowries for her sisters and enough money for her brother to purchase a captaincy.

Nothing turned out as she’d thought, though. Her sisters and brother found happiness, but who could say it was not in spite of Tinmore, instead of because of him?

Their happiness was a sufficient prize for Lorene, though, even if the cost had been her own happiness.

‘I did have the most lovely day,’ she said to Dell.

She’d felt close to her sisters again. She’d basked in the joy they shared with their husbands.

And in being near Dell.

He turned back to her, his gaze meeting hers and warming her all over. ‘I am pleased.’

Once when she’d been a child caught in a thunderstorm, lightning struck a tree near her, so close she’d felt the crackle of the bolt around and through her. Sometimes it felt like that lightning bolt crackling when she was with Dell.

How silly was that?

The carriage reached the iron gates of Tinmore Hall and their gazes broke away. The cupolas of the huge country house came into view, like wagging fingers chastising her.

She’d done nothing wrong, though, except to defy her husband who had no good reason to keep her from Summerfield House. It certainly had not been wrong of her to want to spend Christmas Day with her sisters at their childhood home. Her infatuation with Dell had nothing to do with it. Besides, being enamoured of Dell was her secret and no one would ever know of it.

Especially not Dell.

When the carriage pulled to a stop in front at the entrance, the butler opened the door. Dell climbed out and turned to Lorene. She clasped his hand, so warm and strong, as he helped her descend the carriage steps.

He walked her up the stone steps to the massive mahogany door where the butler waited.

‘Thank you, Dell,’ she murmured, not daring to look at him.

He stepped back and she crossed the threshold into the hall, where her husband stood leaning on his cane and shooting daggers from his eyes.

* * *

Dell watched Lorene disappear through the doorway. He hated to relinquish her to that old man who was her husband and who neglected or scolded her in turn. Life could be cruelly fleeting. One should cherish those nearest and dearest while one could.

Tinmore’s raspy voice rose as the door closed. ‘A visit with your sisters, eh? A tryst with your lover, more like! I’ll show you—!’

The door closed.

Dell froze.

Lover?

Ridiculous! She’d gone to see her sisters, nothing more, and Tinmore very well knew that.

Dell called to the coachman, ‘I’ll only be a moment.’

Without bothering to knock, he opened the door.

The butler jumped back and Tinmore’s eyes bugged in surprise. ‘How dare you, sir!’

Tinmore stood at the bottom of the grand staircase. Lorene was halfway to the first landing.

‘Lord Tinmore, you are mistaken—’ Dell began.

Lorene interrupted him. ‘There is no need to explain. Please, Dell.’ But her panicked voice did not reassure him.

Tinmore pounded his cane on the marble floor and waved her away. ‘Go to your room.’ He pointed his cane at Dell. ‘I will speak with you.’

Tinmore led him to a small drawing room, not the opulent one Dell had visited before when calling at the house to do his neighbourly duty to Tinmore, but one reserved for lesser callers and tradesmen.

‘Sir, you misunderstand.’ Dell started to speak as soon as he entered the room.

‘I completely comprehend, Penford. You have been carrying on with my wife since last Season and then you have the gall to invite her to your house—’ His words were slurred, as if he’d imbibed too many spirits.

‘So she could be with her sisters at Christmas,’ Dell broke in. ‘And the invitation included you.’

‘Hmmph!’ Tinmore lifted his nose. ‘That was merely a ruse. You knew I would not come.’

‘I knew no such thing.’ Although Dell had not been sorry Tinmore refused to come. The man put a pall on everything.

Tinmore’s hairy eyebrows rose. ‘Do not take me for a fool. You were constantly attending her in town, at every social event to which we were invited.’

Of course Dell had approached her. Was he not obligated as a gentleman of her acquaintance? Because of some distant ancestor, he’d inherited her father’s estate. Surely that was reason enough to do her a kindness. ‘You left her alone, sir.’

Tinmore’s face turned red and his voice rose to a shout. ‘You dare to criticise me when you are the one carrying on!’

Was Tinmore demented? Did he not know how difficult it had been for his wife at those balls and routs? The scandals of her parents and of her marriage to Tinmore caused most of society to shun her. Tinmore could have eased those times for her with the strength of his status.

If he’d have remained at her side.

‘There has been no carrying on!’ Dell’s voice rose above Tinmore’s. ‘Your wife has done nothing but visit with her sisters. As you would have seen had you come with her.’

‘Humph!’ Tinmore lifted his nose. ‘Her sisters are as scandalous as their parents. That is why I forbade her to go; that and to forbid her to be in your company.’

Dell met Tinmore’s glare. ‘You forbade her to go? I received an acceptance of the invitation with your signature.’

Tinmore’s gaze faltered. ‘I changed my mind.’