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In truth, as he compared his brothers to the delicately polished members of the ton, the Sinclairs almost appeared another race entirely. They were a far larger, stronger version of the pale gentlemen standing in a heaving, clamoring ring with guineas poking out from between their untested hands. But Sterling and his brothers and, aye, his sisters too, were different, and soon everyone would know it. They were Scots, after all.
And more importantly still—they were Sinclairs.
The miss shook her pamphlets high above her pretty little head again. She now stood nearly as tall as his sisters. He was curiously relieved when they returned so quickly, without the young woman with the blazing doe eyes. Gentleman John Jackson set the pugilists to the chalk lines once more and signaled the battle to begin anew.
He did not make to approach the chalk lines or even to stand. Killian was muttering something about the side wagers as scores of gentleman surged forward. He opened his hand and saw six guineas gleaming in his palm. Just a token, mind you. How simple this was. He bent and picked it up, taking only the time to read the front before folding it and surreptitiously tucking it into his breeches.
Unrolling it widthwise, he settled the coins inside and tied it into a tight bundle. Grant slapped him hard on the back. Everyone is positively thunderstruck.
The Scottish marquess landed the Irish champion. You did it! Sterling smiled, sending a fresh trickle of blood down his chin. All of this, from a single punch. Single Sinclair. Did you hear? Images of her. Killian nudged Grant. I just want to thank Gentleman Jackson.
Just as Sterling turned to search him out, Gentleman Jackson caught his arm and stopped him. Madrid and Dooney. Touted as the match of the century, is it not? I will be honest with you. And with the by-bets. The money did have great appeal to him—but so did the ability to walk. Gentleman Jackson turned his head and grimaced at the cluster of men. Just consider it. Every drawing room door would be open to you. For several moments he stood on the edge of the chalked square, trying to think about the offer Jackson had made him.
Instead, visions of the golden-haired beauty invaded his thoughts with as much surprise as she herself did when she had climbed up onto the stage waving her pamphlets in the air and making her plea for donations to anyone who would listen. The day had yet to ripen and the noon meal was still at least an hour from being served. But he could not sleep. His jaw still ached and his mind still dwelled on the battle the night before, on that bold miss. His footfall was barely muted by the tattered and well-used runner, but he did not wish to awaken his slumbering brothers or sisters.
It was not yet noon, and he needed time to be alone, to think. To consider. Sterling cupped his left hand around the wearpolished newel post and swung around to step into the passage.
I did not mean to startle you. No, I did not. I simply did not expect anyone to have risen so early in the. Whose footmen? But dozens of others have come—from all over Town. It was covered with a veritable litter of calling cards and invitations. Every card expressed how grateful the sender would be if only Sterling, and his family, would grace them with their presence at a dinner, a ball, a musicale; at the theater, a race, or a rout.
Her eyes were wide, but her eyebrows inched toward the bridge of her nose. He waved his hands toward the mantel. The hint of a smile twitched at the edge of her lips, and she reached out blindly for the arm of a gilt chair and dropped down upon its seat.
Hurriedly she deposited the goblet onto the passing salver of a distracted footman, and then sighed, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. She and her father were all that was left of their once happy family. Everything was different for them, now that her mother had died.
Her father spent full days and nights at Parliament, often failing to return home, all the while growing more and more embittered with life, and intolerant of others. She tried not to give her father reason to be disappointed in her, at least not more than her sex already had, but somehow she always managed to do just that.
Tonight, it seemed, would be no different. They all laughed. Of course, that was it. Those men obviously had so much, they were willing to throw it away on two brutes pounding each other.
She glanced back at the gentleman, and as if his report was a pebble tossed into a pond, she watched the gossip spread into the crowd in ever-widening circles. It was only a matter of time before the story reached her father.
What a goose she had been! Why, if she was quick about it, mayhap she could convince him that she had a pain in her head and they ought to leave.
By the time she reached her father, his jowls were red and wobbling with anger—but amazingly he did not seem angry with her. Your name cannot survive additional scandal. He was entirely right, but she had to look, had to see whose reputation instilled such loathing in her father.
Behind him was a collection of the tallest, most beautiful beings she had ever seen. The women were the height of most men, their features delicate and perfect.
The men were giants, at least a foot taller than any other gentlemen in the assembly room.
She sucked a deep breath into her lungs. My word, where had these huge, beautiful creatures come from? The tickle that had lodged in her throat moments ago suddenly plummeted into her chest and then expelled itself in a hail of coughs that drew the attention of several members of the ton standing nearby. Unfortunately, it also brought her to his notice. Just what I need this night. In the periphery of her vision, she saw that he 40 Kathryn Caskie and his party of gods and goddesses had been greeted by Lord and Lady Carsden.
May we adjourn for the evening? Sir Rupert chuckled. The brute could approach at any moment. The company tonight is not what it once was. His lips moved and his cheeks bounced, but he said nothing. Can you not see the enormous diamond on his ring? Come now, have you truly not heard tale of it?
It is presented by the duke to his heir apparent on the day he reaches his majority. Ought to reward yourself with a few more social gatherings, like your Isobel. She had heard of the Sinclair diamond, but never in her wildest imaginings had she guessed he was the heir everyone gossiped about of late. Miss Christiana Whitebeard skipped the last few steps that stood between her and Isobel. Where have you been hiding? Oh, do tell me it is so. Father and I were about to leave.
The Sinclairs are here! Why, you must be mad. Just look at them! He was still looking at her. Heat surged through her body. She tore her gaze away. I do not need to be reminded of my folly.
The thought even angers me now. Someone in the club heard me. Is it not evident that I despise that man? Why, it may change everything.
She well understood losing a mother and the devastating effect death can have on what is left of a family. Heat needled the backs of her eyes. Unbidden, her mind recalled the night her mother had slipped irretrievably into grief—and, by her own hand, had put an end to her pain and sense of loss, forever.
As the Sinclair children grew older, they seemed to embrace the sins Society had labeled them with. Sterling, the Marquess of Blackburn, is cursed with greed. No wonder his weakness is lust. Lord Grant, the one with the lace cuffs, is said to have a taste for luxury and indulgence.
His sin is gluttony. The twins are said to be the worst of all. Why, there is even one rumor that claims that he actually killed a man who merely looked at his twin sister! Lady Priscilla. Just look at her with her haughty chin turned toward the chandelier—here, in a room full of nobility!
Her sin is, quite clearly, pride. The tale is naught but idle gossip. Isobel whirled around and stared up into the grinning face of none other than the marquess. Only that you are easily the most beautiful woman in this assembly room.
He saw her staring at it and was compelled to explain. The patronesses understand my lack of gloves has nothing to do with lack of respect. He sucked in a surprised breath. You must be a wee bit Scottish. To dance? You caressed my cheek. You humiliated me, made light of my charity and my attempts to help widows and orphans of war. Why would I ever agree to dance with an ill-mannered rogue like you?
She slapped his face again with such force that his head wrenched to the left. He raised his hand to his cheek.
Have you thought about pugilism as a profession? Isobel stepped around Sterling Sinclair, the beast of Blackburn, and started for her father. But the minister was only two steps away. Staring at her, aghast.
She glanced to her left and then her right. Everyone was staring. Isobel covered her face with her trembling hands and shoved her way through the crowd of amused onlookers. She dashed out the door To Sin With a Stranger 49 and down the steps to the liveried footman who opened the outer door to the street for her. She ran outside and rested her hands on her knees as she gasped for breath. Her father would surely send her away for embarrassing him this night.
No matter what punishment he chose for her, Isobel was certain he would never allow her to show her face in Town again. And Lord Blackburn, the wicked Marquess of Blackburn, was wholly to blame. Chapter 3 Much of our activity these days is nothing more than a cheap anesthetic to deaden the pain of an empty life. Unknown Four of the clock in the morning The Sinclair residence Grosvenor Square shadow fell over Sterling as someone stepped between him and the light of the single candle that lit the fore-parlor where he and Grant had gathered to share a late brandy.
He squinted his eyes and tried to discern from the shape of the silhouette which of his sisters had come down from her bed to chide him. He should have guessed from the rigid fold of her arms over her chest. Siusan accepted it, without comment. Her at- 52 Kathryn Caskie tention still lay with Sterling. Wanted to hear all about you—and our family. It was almost like being in Edinburgh for the Season again. Och, it was wonderful. His sister looked up at him.
Her pupils grew until her eyes looked black, ringed with a thin band of silver. Where did you get this? Actually, I was damned right astounded when he admitted he was a bit shallow in the pocket. Comes from an old, respected family. Curious, eh? Our da saw to that. Who knows, Sterling, had you simply charmed the lass, you might have been betrothed to a woman from a respected family by the end of the Season—and been halfway to earning back the Sinclair honor Father demands of us.
I have no doubt he would have approved of such a match. She grabbed the bag from Sterling, plucked out a shiny coin, then tossed the bag back to him. Sterling cocked his head and listened to her ascend the stairs until her footfall faded from his hearing.
He whipped his head back around to face Grant. His brother set his hands on his knees and leaned forward. Could it be possible? Could this be the answer? I heard a bit at the club 56 Kathryn Caskie when she showed up waving about a fan of pamphlets and spouting off about her charity. You are certainly braver than I! Parliament is in session and therefore he is not at home.
Ah, here we are. Christiana stopped a few feet inside the door. He always returns home late in the evening from the House of Commons. I simply need to arrive at home before him. Honestly, Christiana, I could To Sin With a Stranger 57 not endure another day restricted to the house without dying of boredom. La, it has been a full week. They were passing the glazed partition that marked the beginning of the haberdashery, when a wiry-haired gentleman suddenly looked up and stared at Isobel, dropping the reticule he had been holding for the woman beside him while she examined a swath of blush-rose silk.
Honestly, it should have faded from memory by now. She was simply not that interesting. Her father had told her as much time and time again. Isobel walked faster to put as much distance between her and her pursuers as possible. Please stop. Isobel looked down at her slippers and sighed. She heard the couple move behind her instantly, and so she took a steadying breath and turned around, a forced smile upon her lips.
I am Lord Triplemont, and this is my wife, Lady Triplemont. The wager is naught but madness. There is something to it.
She just is not admitting to it. Suddenly Isobel could not seem to catch her breath. It simply could not be true. Such an enormous wager was certain to create a stir among the ton, and then her father would be bound to hear of it.
I must know the truth of all of this. I am but a miss whose reputation is in To Sin With a Stranger 61 great danger. I must stop this nonsense. I am sure you can understand. It is my understanding that the anonymous nature of the wager is part of what makes it so enticing. I am just a plain miss, not titled, not a rich woman. I am likely fretting for naught. I do not understand. You publicly spurned the marquess. It is clear to most everyone, except my wife, it seems, that you will never marry Blackburn.
I believe Miss Carington will marry Lord Blackburn. You should take a look. Isobel stood, mouth fully agape, as the couple passed through the front door and out onto Pall Mall. Isobel jerked around and stared at her. So, to make her feelings perfectly plain, she replied in a tone more appropriate for an orange seller than the daughter of a minister from the House of Commons.
I have no intention of marrying anyone—especially the Scottish marquess Blackburn. It is the truth. I have not the least bit of interest in him.