Guardian Angel - Garwood Julie (читать книги полностью без сокращений TXT) 📗
"He's also covered with blood," Caine drawled out.
"That, too," his stepmother admitted.
He'd meant the remark as a jest, but her expression had become so solemn, he knew she didn't understand he was teasing her. "Pirates do like to brawl," she added with a nod.
"Madam, didn't Colin explain that…" Caine began.
"My son insists upon keeping Pagan's true identity a secret," she interrupted. "Still, I'm not completely obtuse," she added with a meaningful glance in Nathan's direction. "I've been around the corner once or twice. I know who Pagan is," she added with a nod. "Henry also knows."
"Henry?" Nathan asked. "My father," Caine explained. "Henry's never wrong, dear."
She'd made that statement to Nathan. He found himself nodding in agreement. "Then I must be Pagan," he announced with a grin. "If Henry's never wrong."
She smiled over his easy acceptance. "Do not worry, sir, for I shall guard your secret. Now where is that lovely young lady I was so horribly rude to, Caine?"
"You're never rude, madam," Caine interjected. "I didn't properly introduce myself," she argued. "Now where is she?"
"Upstairs, resting," Nathan answered. "Why do you ask?"
"You know perfectly well why," she answered. Her exasperation was obvious. "I do?" Nathan asked.
"I must apologize for my behavior, of course, but also I must thank her for all she's done for this family." "Nathan is Jade's brother," Caine said. "I knew that," she answered. "His green eyes gave him away, of course."
The Duchess walked over to the man she believed was the infamous pirate. "Lean down, dear boy. I must give you a kiss for being such a loyal friend."
Nathan was a bit disconcerted. Caine's stepmother had sounded like a commander when she gave her order. He suddenly felt as awkward as a schoolboy and didn't have the faintest idea why. He did, however, do as she asked. The Duchess kissed Nathan on both cheekbones. "You need to wash that blood away, my dear. Then Henry will give you a proper welcome into the family."
"Will he kiss him, too, madam?" Caine drawled out. He was thoroughly enjoying Nathan's obvious discomfort. "Of course not," his stepmother answered.
"Why would he want to welcome me into the family?" Nathan asked.
The Duchess smiled, yet didn't bother to explain herself. She turned back to Caine. "I should have realized Lady Aisely wasn't going to do."
"Who is Lady Aisely?" Nathan asked, trying to catch the drift of this conversation.
"A ball of fluff," Caine answered.
The Duchess ignored that insult. "Henry realized right off. The green eyes, you see. And the red hair, of course." She patted her blond curls and looked over her shoulder at Nathan. "Henry's never wrong."
Nathan found himself agreeing once again with the woman. He still didn't have a clue as to what she
was babbling about, but he found her loyalty to her husband quite honorable.
"Henry's infallible." Caine said what Nathan was thinking.
"My baby's terribly weak," the Duchess remarked. "And as thin as a reed." She started toward the
dining room. "I'm going to find Sterns. Colin needs a good hot meal."
Because Caine was in a hurry to get to Jade, he forgot all about Harry and his men. Nathan was more astute. He thought about warning Caine, or mentioning the guests to his mother, then decided he'd just wait and see what happened. Besides, Caine was already halfway up the stairs, and the Duchess had already turned the corner.
Nathan started counting. He'd only reached the number five when a shrill scream filled the air.
The noise stopped Caine. He turned around and found Nathan lounging against the door frame again, grinning broadly.
"What the…" Caine began.
"Harry," Nathan drawled out.
"Hell," Caine returned as he started back down the stairs. "Harry."
The Duchess was screaming like a wild woman now. "Damn it, Nathan," Caine roared. "You could have reminded me."
"Yes," Nathan replied. "I could have."
Just as Caine reached the bottom step, his father appeared at the top. "What in God's name is going on?" he shouted. "Who is making all that noise?"
Nathan answered before Caine could. "Your wife, sir."
Caine paused to glare at Nathan, then turned to his father again. He was torn between going to his stepmother's assistance, and preventing his father from doing murder.
The chilling look in his father's eyes convinced him to handle him first. There was also the fact that even though Harry was probably scaring the Duchess out of her wits, Caine knew he wouldn't really hurt her.
Caine grabbed hold of his father's arm when he reached him. "Father, it's quite all right, really."
Henry didn't look at all convinced. "Your wife has just met Black Harry," Nathan interjected.
Caine's father pulled away from his son's grasp just as the dining room doors bounded open. Everyone turned to watch the unsavory-looking men filing past.
Black Harry was the last in the procession. He was dragging the Duchess in his wake.
Nathan started laughing. Caine shook his head. The Duke's full attention, however, was centered on the giant of a man with the gleaming gold tooth who was now swaggering toward the front door. A large
silver bowl was tucked under the man's arm.
Henry let out a roar and started forward. Both Nathan and Caine blocked his path. "Father, let me take care of this, please," Caine asked.
"Then tell him to unhand my wife!" his father bellowed. "Henry, do something," Gweneth cried out. "This… man believes I'm going with him."
Nathan took a step forward. "Now, Harry, you can't be taking…"
"Get out of my way, son," Caine's father snapped.
"Father, Harry's a friend," Caine countered. "He's Jade's uncle. You owe this man a debt for helping
with Colin."
Henry paused to give his son an incredulous look. "And Gweneth is payment for this debt?"
"Let me handle this matter," Caine demanded once again.
Before his father could argue with him, Caine turned. "Harry," he called out.
Black Harry whirled around and hauled the Duchess up against his side. Caine noticed his grim expression, of course, but also the definite sparkle in his eyes. Appearances, he thought to himself.
