"Would it be all right if Geordie slept in your room tonight?"

He hesitated half a second, but he'd be a b.a.s.t.a.r.d to refuse. "Of course." Jarret forced a smile.

"But Aunt Annabel, I want to sleep with you and Mother!" the lad protested.

"You'll rest better if you sleep in his lordship's room," she said wearily. "And so will she."

That was probably true. Jarret wouldn't rest very well, undoubtedly, but he shouldn't complain about that under the circ.u.mstances. "Come on, lad-be a man. Men don't sleep with their mothers, do they?"

George swallowed, then squared his shoulders. "No, I suppose not."

"Don't worry about us," Jarret told Annabel. "We can entertain ourselves. We'll drain a couple of pints, gamble at vingt-et-un with the lads here, and tumble a taproom maid or two."

A laugh sputtered out of Annabel. "I suppose you think that's funny," she said, trying to regain her straight face.

"Got a laugh from you, didn't it?" he drawled.

"Only because I'm so tired that anything would make me laugh," she admitted. But she was gazing fondly at him, which did something disquieting to his insides.

"Attempt to get some sleep," he said softly, trying not to think of how fetching she would look in a filmy nightdress and bare feet. "We'll be fine, I swear."

"Thank you for looking after him." Annabel rose. "I'd best go up. The doctor gave me an elixir to administer every two hours."

She headed toward the stairs, then turned back to cast him an apologetic glance. "Oh, and I should warn you. Geordie kicks."

"Then I'll just kick him back," Jarret retorted. At Geordie's horrified gasp, he chuckled. "I'm joking, lad. I'll manage."

Still, it looked as if it would be a long d.a.m.ned night.

Chapter Ten.

Annabel pa.s.sed the next twenty-four hours in a blur of emptying chamber pots and sponging Sissy's fevered head. At the end of their second day in the inn, Annabel dozed off in the chair beside the bed. A few hours later, she was jolted awake by the sound of a window being opened. Sissy had left the bed.

"What are you doing?" she cried as she rose to go to her sister-in-law's side.

"It's like a furnace in here," Sissy said. "We need air."

Annabel touched Sissy's head, and relief flooded her. "Your fever has broken. You don't have chills anymore!"

"I'm all clammy, though." Sissy returned to the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, then patted the spot beside her. "Come on, you need sleep, too." Suddenly her head shot up. "Is Geordie still in his lordship's room?"

"Yes. Poor man. The last I saw him, he looked decidedly strained."

Yet he'd once again made her sit down and eat. Whenever she'd gone down to report on Sissy's condition, he'd been downright solicitous. He'd even made sure the servants brought tea and food for her at mealtimes.

"Aren't you worried that Geordie will let something slip about Hugh that might alert his lordship to what's really going on?" Sissy asked.

With a sigh, Annabel climbed into bed. "Of course, but we had no choice. They've spent hours together now. If Geordie was going to say something, surely he would have done so already." She lay back to stare at the ceiling. "And perhaps Jarret is right. Perhaps Geordie really is getting old enough to be trusted with a few matters."

"Jarret?" Sissy said meaningfully.

A blush heated Annabel's cheeks. "We ... that is, he ... suggested that we needn't be so formal with each other. Under the circ.u.mstances."

"Did he, now?" Amus.e.m.e.nt threaded Sissy's voice.

"It doesn't mean anything." At Sissy's snort, Annabel added, "Seriously, you mustn't get ideas about him and me."

"Why not? It's long past time you married."

"You sound like Hugh," she chided. "You know why I don't want to marry."

"I do-but the right man won't care that you have a son. If having you means taking in Geordie, too, he'll do it."

"Wouldn't you miss him?" Annabel asked.

"Of course I would miss him. But you're as much a mother to him as I am. And he could come to visit us as often as he likes. In my mind, he's always been yours."

"But in his mind, he's always been yours." Annabel sighed. "The point is moot, anyway. I have yet to meet this 'right man.' His lordship certainly isn't it. A marquess's son take in some brewster's by-blow? Besides, he isn't the marrying kind."

He was the seducing kind. And a wanton part of her wished to find out if he was as good at that as he was at kissing.

Ever since he'd caressed her breast, restlessness had wreaked havoc on her self-control. All she could think about was how glorious it had felt to have six feet of aroused male pressing into her, caressing her, wanting her. The same way she'd wanted him. She'd ached to have him take her right there against the wall- She groaned. This was insanity! How did he make her feel these things, when no one since Rupert had done so? And she missed it so much. She hadn't realized until this very moment how much she'd missed being touched intimately by a man.

Lord, she cringed to think how close they'd come to being caught. Had Geordie suspected what they were doing? She'd dearly love to know what their conversation had been about. She hadn't had a moment to ask Jarret, but she'd do so as soon as she could.

No doubt about it, the man was dangerous. His nature called to a wildness in her that craved escape.

But it simply wouldn't do to indulge such urges. It was fine for a man-he could take what he wanted, b.u.t.ton up his trousers, and be done. A woman had more to fear from such an encounter, as Annabel knew only too well.

"Why are you so sure that his lordship isn't the marrying kind?" Sissy asked.

Because he wagered with me for a night in his bed. Because every time he looks at me, I feel the heat on my skin. Because he makes me feel things no respectable man could possibly make me feel.

"His grandmother gave him and his siblings an ultimatum: marry or be cut off from their inheritance. But according to his brother, she agreed to exempt him if he ran Plumtree Brewery for a year. Since he accepted the bargain, I suspect he has a strong aversion to matrimony."

Sissy rolled her eyes. "All men have a strong aversion to matrimony."

"Not Rupert." Though honestly, she wasn't entirely sure of that.

"Rupert was a boy, not a man," Sissy said gently. "Boys are impetuous."

True. Why else had Rupert run off to fight the war, leaving her to fend for herself ?

Jarret certainly wasn't impetuous. Except when he was holding her against a wall to kiss and fondle her ...

Blast it, why couldn't she stop thinking about it? "Whatever the reason, Jarret is definitely not interested in marriage."

"You may not have noticed, but bachelors don't generally agree to look after children. Yet here he is, looking after Geordie to help you."

"And you."

Sissy laughed. "It's not me he follows with his eyes. It's not me he scowls at when your great love for Rupert is mentioned. It's not me he flirts with."

"You're daft," Annabel said, her heart racing. If Sissy only knew. "He's a rogue, and they flirt with anything in petticoats. Besides, he probably thinks that looking after Geordie will get us on the road faster. He wants to be done with meeting the terms of our wager."

She must tell herself that until she believed it.

"Have it your way." Sissy's eyelids drooped. "But I say you have a chance there and should seize it while you can. You're not getting any younger, you know."

"Thank you for reminding me."

"Someone should," Sissy said drowsily, and succ.u.mbed to sleep.

Annabel should as well, since there was no telling what tomorrow would bring. But her memories of Jarret's kisses made it hard. Really, it was ridiculous. She was acting like a silly girl, full of pointless romantic dreams. Nothing good could come of it. Only fools placed their hopes in rogues like him.

That was her last thought before she, too, nodded off.

The next morning, the doctor informed her and Jarret that Sissy was indeed on the mend but needed at least another day to recuperate before she started jostling her stomach in a carriage again.

Though Jarret had to be chafing at the delay, it was Geordie who received the news with ill grace. After they left Sissy and headed off for breakfast, Geordie stomped ahead of them toward the stairs. "I can't believe we have to spend another day here! I'll die of boredom!"

"No one dies of boredom, Geordie," Annabel said wearily.

"We'll play cards, lad," Jarret said.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Geordie headed downstairs. "I'm sick of that."

"Geordie," Annabel said sharply, "don't be rude. It was very nice of his lordship to offer. None of us likes this situation, but we must adjust."

"Sorry," Geordie mumbled unconvincingly. "Can't we go for a ride? Get outdoors for a bit?"

At that moment, the innkeeper met them at the bottom of the stairs. "I hope your lordship has been comfortable these past two days."

"Perfectly so, sir," Jarret said. "Tell me, is there any sort of spectacle to be had around here that would please a young gentleman? Racing, shooting? Any chance for a sight of blood and mayhem?"

The innkeeper chuckled. "Well, now, it's market day. At the beast market, they butcher the cows and pigs."

When Annabel made a face, Jarret laughed. "I suppose they have other parts of the market?"

"Aye, my lord, booths selling all sorts of goods. And there's a man what brings an alligator around sometimes to show."

Geordie's curiosity was clearly piqued. "What's an alligator?"

"It's an exotic creature that lives in parts of America-rather like a large, scaly lizard." Jarret lowered his voice mysteriously. "They're very dangerous. I don't know if we should risk it."

"Oh, but we must! Aunt Annabel, can we go see the alligator? Please?"

"Why not?" Now that Jarret had raised the boy's hopes, there had better be one of these alligator creatures at the market, or they'd never hear the end of it.

As soon as they finished breakfast, they headed out to High Street. The weekly market there had stalls of every description-lace makers with their intricate wares, whip makers and other purveyors of fine leather, a poulterer, a farmer with fat piglets to sell.

Geordie had to stop at every booth. He never left her and Jarret alone, either, which gave her pause. He certainly was being quite the diligent little chaperone.

Meanwhile, Jarret was subdued. She caught his sharp, a.s.sessing gaze on her several times. It worried her exceedingly. What exactly had those two discussed yesterday?

It took them some time to find the man with the alligator, and Annabel discovered that Jarret's description was apt. Looking like a dragon, the creature was over eight feet long and bore a nasty set of sharp teeth, though his snout was bound with a rope.

The soldier with a wooden leg, who was leading the creature about by a chain, told them that he'd acquired the unusual pet when he was fighting in the Battle of New Orleans. "It was only a wee thing, then," he said. "Lost its mother to cannon fire, so I took it home with me. Been with me for ten years."

He bent to give Geordie a toothy grin. "Would you want to pet it, lad? Cost you only a shilling."

"I'll pay you a shilling to keep it away from him," Annabel said.

"He can't hurt him, miss," the soldier said. "I fed him before we came to market, so he ain't looking to eat, and anyway, his mouth is tied real tight."

"Oh, please can I pet him, Aunt Annabel?" Geordie begged. "Please?"

"How about if I pet him first?" Jarret said as he handed the man a shilling. "Then your aunt can decide if she wants to take the chance."

Jarret bent to run his hand over the creature's head. When the only response he got from the alligator was a blink, Geordie turned to her. "Can I pet him? Can I, can I?"

"I suppose." The thing did look harmless, trussed as he was.

Instantly, they drew a crowd of people eager to watch. Geordie made the most of it, showing how brave he was by stroking the beast's head gingerly, then repeating it more boldly after Jarret dropped another shilling into the owner's hand.

Annabel tensed. Only three days together, and Geordie and Jarret had become great chums. Bad enough that Geordie's "father" had turned into an unreliable and melancholy drunk. Now a charming rogue was wriggling his way into the boy's heart without a care for what would happen when he returned to London.

Jarret shot her a glance full of mischief and gave the owner another shilling. "So the lady can pet him, too."

She frowned. "You're daft if you think I'm going to touch that creature."

"Come now, where's your sense of adventure?" Jarret taunted her.

The words brought her up short. She'd said that very thing to Rupert long ago, when he'd scoffed at her suggestion that she go with him to war.

Geordie snorted. "You'll never get Aunt Annabel to pet him. Girls are too scared to do things like that."

"Nonsense," Annabel said hotly, then leaned down to place her hand on the creature's back.

To her surprise, it felt as smooth as kid leather. As she stroked, Geordie looked at her in surprise. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she smirked at him.