He felt that thing in him burst. That impossibly large thing in him that had made him so uncomfortable these many weeks suddenly burst. He gripped the door handle, his mind trying to absorb that wonderful -and wretched-news. A moment or two pa.s.sed before he was able to speak, and he slowly turned to face her, his heart wrenching at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

Lord G.o.d, how he'd hurt her. "You are certain?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, yes!" she cried heavenward. "I am certain! You shall have your heir! You may toss poor Edmond aside like so much rubbish, but you will have your legitimate heir."

His heart was breaking. He could feel it breaking. "You have your wish as well," he said quietly, and reached in his pocket and withdrew the diamond bracelet he had intended to give her as a gift. "I did encounter Lady Waterstone at the zoo shortly after we arrived in London, but quite by accident...at least on my part. I suppose she followed me there. But therein I told her, unequivocally, that there is no one for me but you. And there hasn't been anyone but you in months. I told her that I love you. Desperately so."

"W-what?" Ava tearfully stammered.

"I can't say why I feared it or why it has been so hard to admit...," he said, and glanced up, into her lovely pale green eyes. "And there is so...much about Edmond you do not know. But I love him, Ava. And I love you. I love you so much that I am astounded by the depth and breadth of it. I think of nothing but you. I dream of you. I yearn for you."

It felt as if his knees were buckling, and he braced himself on the back of a chair. "I ache for you, Ava. There is a hole in my day, a hole in my heart when you are away from me. I am nothing without you. It's what I've been trying to tell you," he said, and tossed the bracelet onto the chair and walked out, completely spent.

Thirty.

A va felt quite ill the next morning, but couldn't be entirely certain if it was her pregnancy or the turmoil she felt about Jared.

Her illness tipped Phoebe to her condition, however, for she found Ava crouched over the basin and handed her a cool clean cloth. "Are you carrying a child?" she asked bluntly.

"Yes," Ava said, and sagged into a chair and closed her eyes.

"That's marvelous!" Phoebe squealed.

"No, it's not," Ava said."Ava! You will not sully this with your anger! It's marvelous!"Ava laughed wryly. "It's not my anger that sullies it, Phoebe. It is my stupidity," she said, and opened her eyes. "He came here to tell me that he loved me. But I railed at him, Phoebe. I made quite an a.s.s ofmyself."Phoebe laughed."It's not the least bit funny," Ava complained as Phoebe helped her to sit."Yes it is. You can be rather dramatic when you are of a mind. You've had a lover's tiff, nothing more.""And you are the expert," Ava said with a snort.

"I would do at least as well as you," Phoebe said with a sniff.Ava couldn't argue. "What am I to do, Phoebe? He was so angry when he left! I've never seen him soangry!"

"I don't know, exactly," Phoebe admitted. "But I should think three heads are wiser than one.""What do you mean?""I mean, darling, that there is more than one rule for hunting a man who will be a duke, and I rather suspect if we put our minds to it with Sally, we shall discover it.""Oh dear, no," Ava said. "I'm far too humiliated!""That is precisely the reason we must confer," Phoebe said, and pulled her up. "My only regret is that Greer is not here to help us. She always has such a wise head," Phoebe said."Me too," Ava sighed, and together they went off to seek counsel.

Jared spent a miserable two days before his father's ball second-guessing himself, wondering when he'd become so d.a.m.nably soft.

He'd been such a fool, such a b.l.o.o.d.y fool. The entire business of love had never been his forte, and why in G.o.d's name he'd ever thought he could manage it...Well. He'd not make that mistake again. The next time a woman captured his heart-if ever-he'd head to Broderick Abbey and bury himself in work.

Unless, of course, she was there. In which case, perhaps he would walk into the Thames until the water covered his head and he could see no more, hear no more. Feel no more.

But she was carrying his child.

He thought about that a lot. He marveled at the miracle of it, wondered how he grew inside her, how his arms and legs developed. Or perhaps it was a girl, like Ava. Blond and pretty and far too irreverent for her own good. He'd missed the miracle of it with Edmond. He'd not miss it again.

Frankly, now that he'd unleashed the beast of love, he feared he'd never be able to rein it back in. He could only hope that he and the beast and Ava would find a comfortable way to exist with one another.

Yet at the moment, the wound was quite raw, which was why he sent a driver for her the night of the ball with strict instructions she was to be carried bodily if she thought to demur. The footman recoiled in horror when he said it, but Jared stepped forward so that they were nose to nose and explained to him very carefully that he'd not have a position in his household if he disobeyed him.

He dressed slowly, almost lethargically. He dreaded any evening in his father's company, but this evening -he didn't know if he could even bear it. To see her now, when the rift between them was so deep? His heart felt in danger of disintegrating completely. He felt so numb he wasn't certain that it hadn't already.

Phoebe finished winding the gold beads through Ava's hair that matched the beads sewn on the gold gown. On her wrist, Ava wore the diamond bracelet Jared had tossed on the chair. When she had finally picked it up that day, she had noticed that it was engraved on the inside. From J.B. to A.B. Hearts entwined will never grow apart.

She had cried like a baby.

And the gown she wore-well, Ava was often in awe of Phoebe's talent, but this was unbelievably beautiful. She felt like a princess.

So too in awe, apparently, were Lucy and Sally, who stood to one side, wide-eyed, staring at Ava as if

they'd never seen her before."What?" she cried, terrified that her pregnancy was already noticeable."Oh my dear, you are beautiful," Lucy said."Really?" Ava asked as she turned one way, then the other in the gold gown, noting how each little bead caught the light and made her gown appear to glitter.

"It complements your complexion," Sally said, nodding thoughtfully, but eyeing her critically. "Yet thereseems something a bit off, doesn't there?""There does?" Ava asked fearfully, peering at herself in the mirror."Mmm," Sally said, and she, Lucille, and Phoebe stared at Ava."What is it, then? You'll drive me mad with all the gaping!""Aha," Sally said, smiling a little. She stepped forward, sunk her fingers into Ava's bosom, and yanked the gown down to indecency.Ava and Lucy shrieked."You're absolutely right," Phoebe said, nodding approvingly. "Just a hint of bosom.""A hint?" Ava cried. She moved to pull the bodice up, but was stopped by the shrieks of Phoebe and Sally.

"Leave it, you silly goose!" Phoebe chastised her, and pushed the shoulders of the gown down a bit. She

and Sally stood back to examine her. "Oh, Ava," she said, tears in her eyes. "You're absolutely ravishing."

A knock at the door interrupted anything Ava would have said to that, for Mr. Morris had appeared and

said, "A carriage here for you, mu'um."

The four women looked at one another, and then suddenly started talking at once, gathering the matching

fur-lined cape and her gloves. When they had at last secured all of her belongings, Ava took a deep breath, smiled brightly at them, and the four of them trooped to the foyer.

On the way down, they pa.s.sed Lord Downey hovering at the door of his study. He frowned as the four

of them went by. "I have yet to understand why I wasn't extended an invitation!" he shouted after Ava.

They ignored him.

In the foyer, a Middleton footman met Ava, bowing deeply when she appeared, and held the door open

for her."Where is Lord Middleton?" Ava asked, peering past him, into the night."He said you were to meet him there, my lady," the footman said, bowing again.Ava's heart sank. She had hoped to speak with him on the way to the ball, to apologize for her behavior, to tell him she loved him, too. What a horrible mess she'd made of things!"Ah," she said, forcing a smile for the footman. "Well, then. I suppose we ought to be about it.""Yes, mu'um," he said, and strode ahead of her to open the carriage door.Ava lifted the hood of the cape over her head and smiled weakly at Phoebe. "You promise you'll come as soon as possible?"

Phoebe grabbed her and kissed her cheek. "As soon as I make a small repair to my gown. Now

remember, darling. Humility. I know it's not something with which you are very familiar, but you reallymust try.""Thank you, Phoebe," Ava said wryly. "I shall walk off to learn my fate knowing that my sister does not believe me to be capable of humility."

"I don't think you capable in the least," Phoebe said as she gave her a little push toward the door. "Astonish me."And with that, Ava walked out into the night to try and inch her way back into her husband's good graces.

At least a thousand beeswax candles had been lit, if not more, for the annual Redford Autumn Ball. The glow of all that firepower could be seen several city blocks away. If there was one thing Jared could say about his father, it was that he never spared an expense.

He trudged up the steps, smiled thinly at his father's butler, and stepped inside. "Shall I announce you,my lord?" the butler asked as he nodded at a footman to take his coat, hat, and gloves."I rather think not. I'll just sneak in, if it's all the same to you.""As you wish, my lord," he said, bowing low. "I announced Lady Middleton earlier."The mention of her name caused his heart to skip a beat. He nodded and walked on, stopping to greet the many acquaintances, smiling and flirting as he always did, his heart completely numb.

The ballroom was, predictably, very crowded. Mistletoe hung from every doorway, and from the six candelabra that hung over the dance floor. A quadrille was in progress, and he watched idly as men in black tails stepped around richly colored skirts, remembering a night like this that now seemed a thousand years ago, when he'd flirted with Ava as they'd danced a quadrille. He moved along the wall, stopping for a bit of champagne, speaking with friends.

He had yet to see Ava; he a.s.sumed she was off sulking somewhere. But he could see his father reigning over the festivities at the far corner, seated in a thronelike chair. He was bent over the arm, speaking to someone Jared could not see.

He hardly cared.

He walked on, watching the dancers, watching the crowd for any sign of Ava. Or Phoebe, for that matter, as Ava surely would be close by. The thought occurred to him that perhaps she was ill, what with her delicate condition and the crush of dancers, the heat-was that possible? What he knew about enceinte women was negligible, but he thought they tended to be ill quite a lot. The idea made him panic a little, and he looked around more intently.

Ironically, it was his father who pointed him to Ava, for he had moved just enough that he could see his father more clearly, could see him laughing, which to Jared was nothing short of astounding-he could remember only a handful of times he'd actually seen the duke laugh. But he was laughing now, his face creasing with his smile. Jared was so startled that he moved closer to see what good soul could make his father laugh.

Ava.

It was Ava seated prettily next to his father, looking as radiant as he'd ever seen her. She was holding afan that he recognized as having belonged to his mother-of course it did, as it bore the ducal seal ofRedford. She was fanning herself, her eyes shining bright, her lips moving as she rattled on aboutsomething.

The sight confounded him-his father and Ava had scarcely even met, and even then, not under the best of circ.u.mstances, but there they sat, like a pair of old friends. A pair of old friends. His first thought was that they had joined together in their disdain of him. He could imagine them chatting up his faults, having a laugh at his miserable expense.

He was suddenly striding forward, his mind racing ahead to what he would say.

But as he neared, his father caught sight of him and suddenly stood up, then quickly lent a hand to Ava, who also stood, smiling brilliantly. And then his father shocked him, almost knocked him to his knees. He smiled at Jared, extended his hand as if he meant to greet him. In fact, when Jared reached him, he was uncertain what his father meant by it, and was somewhat stunned when his father took his hand and clasped it warmly. "Son," he said, "allow me to be the first to offer my sincerest congratulations."

Jared looked at Ava. Ava smiled nervously. "I beg your pardon?"

His father dropped his hand, but continued to smile. "No need to be coy. Your lovely wife has told me all."

"All?" he echoed, his eyes darting to Ava. Behind her father, she shrugged lightly and smiled a little.

"Yes, all. What a fine husband you are and, of course, the news of my grandchild."

Jared could not have been more shocked if the sky had fallen. "A good husband," he repeated dumbly.

"You've made me very happy," the duke said. "Here now," he added, putting his hand on Ava, and drawing her forward. "

Your wife has waited to dance with you."Everyone was watching as Ava stepped forward and put her hand in the one Jared offered. He leanedover and kissed her cheek. "Good evening, Ava.""Good evening, Jared," she said softly.How remarkable it was that the sound of his name on her lips would cause his heart to take flight soquickly. "They are a playing a waltz," he said to her. "Can you dance? I mean...are you able to-""Of course," she said, her smile dimpling her cheeks. He kept staring at her, at the pale green eyes thathad so captured his imagination one spring night almost two years ago.Ava laughed. "Did you mean to dance this waltz?"He smiled, led her onto the dance floor, and swept them into the rhythm, yet he couldn't take his eyesfrom her face. "I thought I'd never hear you say my name again," he admitted softly. "Now I understandwhy it was so important to you."She sucked in a breath, surrept.i.tiously looking around. "I am...I am so dreadfully sorry," she blurted. "Ihad no idea I could be such a shrew. You were right all along, you know. I knew what we'd agreed, butI was unprepared, and I couldn't help falling madly in love with you."He squeezed her hand, saw the bracelet she wore, and smiled. "I understand," he said, turning his gaze toher green eyes, her rosy lips. "For it happened to me, too. I never thought for a moment that I couldactually...love. Not like this. I love you, Ava. You were right-I truly am an empty cage without you."She smiled; her eyes sparkled up at him. "Truly?""Truly."Her head fell back with a glorious laugh. He twirled her around, watching her."Can we make it a marriage, do you think? I mean a real marriage, an inspired marriage and not aconvenient one?""We can make it all that and more. When," he asked, glancing at her middle, "will there be three of us?""Summer. When the jasmine and larkspur bloom."

The joy swelled up in him and filled his heart. "There is so much to say, Ava, so much to tell you-about Edmond, about me, and how it all came to be."

"I want to know it all," she said, smiling, her green eyes glistening with joy again. "But it must wait untilwe are home tonight, don't you agree?"

Home. She was coming home. An enormous weight was lifted from his chest.

"But now...they are watching us," she added.

"Who?" he asked absently, smiling down at her, the world only a distant noise to him, now.

"Everyone," she said on a laugh. "After what has been in the newspapers..."

He glanced around, saw the many heads turned in their direction, and laughed. "I should have warnedyou, sweetheart, there will never be a moment's peace. Their eyes will be forever on us, cataloguingevery move, every breath we take. It is a hazard that comes with being the heir to a duke."

"I don't care," she said happily. "As long as I have you, I don't care."

"Well, then," he said with a wink. "Let us give them something to t.i.tter about, shall we?"

"What?"

He twirled her to a stop in the middle of the dance floor, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her.

She laughed against his mouth, but she curved into him the way she did when she desired him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop kissing her until Harrison tapped him on the shoulder and whispered that they were causing quite a stir.

Two mornings after the ball, a courier arrived at Middleton House with several boxes. Inside were toysand baby clothes. "A gift from the duke," Jared said, and as Ava exclaimed as she opened the boxes,Jared tried to wrap his mind around his father's new demeanor. It would take him a while to trust it-ifever-but it was a welcome relief.

A few days after that, a maid brought toast, coffee, and the morning edition of the Times to the master suite at Middleton House. She knocked on the door, slipped inside, deposited the tray, then slipped out again.

Ava made Jared get out from under the covers to fetch the tray, which he did completely naked, much to her delight. When he returned, they huddled together, sipped the coffee, and read the newspaper together. When at last they turned to the society pages, Ava squealed with delight at a small headline: " The Hunt."

She took the paper from Jared while he munched on a piece of toast and read aloud: "It would seem that the hunting season has come to a decided close, and the fox has once again outfoxed them all. While the whole of Mayfair may well have believed the fox was losing ground to the widow, it was the lamb who threw the hounds off course and captured him completely, according to observers who witnessed the capture at a recent ducal ball."

Ava laughed and turned a beaming smile to him. "I caught you," she said, tapping his nose with her finger.

"Frankly, madam," Jared said, "we haven't played that game in a while." He tossed the newspaper one way, the toast the other, and the fox gathered the lamb in his arms. "Catch me again," he said against her mouth, and his beautiful wife laughed.