Page 62 of Worth Any Price
“More,” Nick murmured, forcing her to take another swallow, and another, until her eyes watered from the velvet fire.
“I think it’s a bit off,” she said scratchily.
Nick’s eyes flickered with sudden amusement. “It’s not off. It’s a Fin Bois ’98.”
“It must have been a bad year.”
He grinned at that, his thumbs caressing the backs of her hands. “Someone should tell the wine merchants, then, as it usually goes for fifty pounds a bottle.”
“Fifty pounds?” Lottie echoed, aghast. Closing her eyes, she finished the brandy in a few determined gulps and coughed as she gave him the empty glass.
“Good girl,” Nick murmured, sliding a hand around the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She could not help reflecting that although Nick’s hand was much larger and infinitely more powerful than Radnor’s, he had never caused her a single moment of pain. Nick’s touch had given her only pleasure.
She winced as she rested her sore wrist on the arm of the chair. Subtle as the movement was,Nick detected it immediately. He swore beneath his breath as he took her arm and began to peel away the long glove.
“It’s nothing,” Lottie said. “Really, I would prefer to leave the glove on... Lord Radnor did take hold of my arm, but it wasn’t all that—” She broke off with a gasp of discomfort as Nick eased the glove from her hand.
Nick froze as he saw the black finger marks that had been left by Lord Radnor’s vicious grip. The murderous fury that suffused his face caused Lottie to start in alarm. “I bruise quite easily,” she said. “You mustn’t look like that. The marks will be gone in a day or two, and then—”
“I’m going to kill him.” Nick bared his teeth in feral rage. “When I get through with him, all that will be left is a stain on the ground, damn him to everlasting hell—”
“Please.” Lottie laid a soft hand on his stiff cheek. “Lord Radnor intended to ruin this evening for both of us, and I refuse to let him succeed. I want you to bind my wrist with a handkerchief, and help me to put my glove back on. We must hurry back before we’re missed. Sir Ross will be making his speech, and we—”
“I don’t give a damn about that.”
“I do.” Regaining her composure, Lottie stroked his cheek with soft fingertips. “I want to go out there and waltz with you. And then stand by your side while Sir Ross tells everyone who you really are.” Her lashes lowered as she glanced at his mouth. “And then I want you to take me home and carry me to bed.”
As Lottie had intended, Nick was momentarily distracted. His savage gaze began to soften. “And then what?”
Before she could answer, the door vibrated with a demanding thump. “Sydney,” came a muffled voice from the other side.
“Yes,” Nick said, rising to his feet.
Sir Ross’s tall form filled the doorway. His face was expressionless as he looked at the two of them. “I was just told of Lord Radnor’s presence.” He went directly to Lottie, crouching before her much as Nick had. Seeing her bruised arm, Sir Ross gestured toward it carefully. “May I?” His voice was more gentle than she had ever heard it.
“Yes,” Lottie murmured, allowing him to take her hand in his. Sir Ross examined the darkened wrist with a gathering frown. His face was very close, and his gray eyes were so kind and concerned that Lottie wondered how she could have ever thought him aloof. She recalled his reputed compassion for women and children—a focal point of his magisterial career, Sophia had told her.
Sir Ross’s mouth flexed in a faint, reassuring smile as he released her hand. “This won’t happen again—I can promise you that.”
“Wonderful party,” Nick said sarcastically. “Perhaps you can tell us who the hell included Lord Radnor on the guest list?”
“Nick,” Lottie interceded, “it’s all right, I am certain that Sir Ross did not—”
“It is not all right,” Sir Ross countered quietly. “I hold myself responsible for this, and I humbly beg your forgiveness, Charlotte. Lord Radnorwas most certainlynotincluded on the guest list that I approved, but I will find out how he managed to obtain an invitation.” His brow creased as he continued. “Lord Radnor’s behavior tonight was irrational as well as reprehensible... it bespeaks an obsession with Charlotte that will likely not end with this incident.”
“Oh, it’s going to end,” Nick said darkly. “I have several methods in mind that will cure Radnor’s obsession. To start with, if he hasn’t left the premises by the time I go back out there—”
“He’s gone,” Sir Ross interrupted. “Two of the runners are here—I bid them to remove him in as discreet a manner as possible. Calm yourself, Sydney—it will do no good for you to rampage like a maddened bull.”
Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me how calmyouwould be if someone had left those bruises on Sophia.”
Sir Ross nodded with a short sigh. “Point taken.” His dark brows drew together as he continued. “Obviously it is your right to deal with Radnor as you will, Sydney, and I would not presume to stop you, or to interfere. But you should be aware that I intend to approach him myself and make it clear that Charlotte is under my protection as well as yours. The fact that Radnor would dare accost a member of my family is an untenable outrage.”
Lottie was touched by his concern. She had never imagined that she would have two such powerful men to defend her from Lord Radnor—not only her husband but her brother-in-law as well. “Thank you, Sir Ross.”
“No one would blame you if you wished to go home now,” he told her. “As for the speech I had planned to give this evening, other arrangements can be made—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Lottie said steadily. “And if you do not give your speech tonight, Sir Ross, I vow I will do it in your stead.”
