Page 486 of Wicked Highland Heroes

Chapter Fifteen

Josephine entered the small parlor reserved for the family. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, but her spirits didn’t raise as they usually did when entering the cheery room. She crossed to the window and stared out at the garden. Sight of the roses alone usually brought her joy, but she could think of nothing but getting a copy of the Bull and reading the letter Lord Wylst had made public. She’d slept little, her mind turning over and over the possibilities.

She and Nicholas had danced last night until the wee hours of the morning. No one else had approached them as Lady Evers had, but Jo hadn’t missed the furtive glances and whispers that stopped when she drew near. Lady Evers had spread her poison. Josephine prayed Nicholas had been bluffing with the threat of forcing Lady Evers’ husband to answer to her accusations, but Jo hadn’t known Nicholas to make an idle threat—including the one she knew still hung in the air between him and Lord Beaumond.

The marquess hadn’t been heard from since he left Lady Allaway’s party, and she prayed the man had returned to England or, better yet, had fled to France as he had after ruining Nicholas’ sister. Jo felt on the edge of tears again. She had made a mess of everything. Nick was determined to marry her, despite the fact that everyone now knew the truth. If he one day regretted that decision—her chest tightened. She couldn’t bear that...nor could she bear to live without him.

Josephine turned away from the window and walked to the couch. She stopped at sight of an oblong velvet jewelry box sitting on the cushion. She sat down beside the box, then picked it up and lifted the lid. Jo gasped. A single strand of pearls lay across the cloth. The pearls her father had given her. But how?

A shadow in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she looked up to see Nicholas in the doorway, leaning, one shoulder against the jamb.

Silent tears began to spill down her cheeks.

“I believe I told you, Lady Josephine, that if you cried, I would take you over my knee.”

“Did you do this?” she asked in a whisper.

His gaze remained fixed on her face. “Aye.”

She leapt to her feet, heedless of the pearls on her lap. They hit the coffee table with a clatter, skidded across the top, and dropped off the edge as Josephine rounded the table. She flew across the room toward Nicholas. He straightened from the doorjamb and took two steps into the room just as she flung herself into his arms.

Josephine buried her face in his chest. “How-how did you find them?”

“Finding the pawn shop was much easier than finding the solicitor Wylst sent that damn letter to. Did you know there are far more solicitors in Inverness than there are pawnbrokers? A staggering thought.”

Josephine shook her head, unable to halt the tears. “Nicholas, you—”

Strong fingers grasped her chin and tilted her face upwards. “No more tears, Jo.”

“But you cannot—”

“The Earl of Grayson can do anything he pleases,” he cut in. “Especially marry the woman he loves. The only woman he ever loved.”

She shook her head, tears blinding her. “Everyone knows that I—” Her voice broke.

“That you are the Marquess of Montagu’s daughter.”

“Annabel must carry on my father’s title,” Jo said through a hiccupped sob.

“Annabel will likely be carrying on a title of her own,” Nicholas said.

Josephine shook her head in confusion.

“The Marquess of Northington has offered for her.”

“Offered for her?” Jo blurted. “Once he learns the truth about me—”

“The truth—” Nicholas cut in, “is that Wylst tried blackmailing you with a falsehood, and when you refused to pay him and told your father, he went mad. A fact your father has already informed him of.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Your father is no fool, Jo. He and Annabel met the matter head on.”

“They did?”

“Of course we did.”

Josephine started at the sound of her sister’s voice, and Nicholas turned slightly so that she could see her sister and father in the hallway. Jo started to pull away from Nicholas, but he held her tight.