Best of Both Rogues Page 5

  A commotion in the foyer captured the ladies’ attention. “Stop complaining. I told you a footman would carry it, but you insisted.”

  Eve couldn’t make out the reply or place the masculine rumble. Curious, she shifted on the chair for a better view of the door.

  “It sounds like Lana and Lady Phoebe have arrived,” Amelia said as she rose from her seat. “We should depart soon. Otherwise, we will interfere with the children’s dinner hour.”

  The new arrivals appeared in the drawing room doorway side by side, blocking the foyer behind them. The ladies came forward to exchange greetings around the circle, everyone seeming to talk at once as they asked after each other. Amelia was presenting Eve to Lady Phoebe when a man cleared his throat behind her.

  Lana swung toward the doorway. “My apologies, dear brother. You may set the trunk over there.”

  Eve turned with a smile for Jake Hillary and gasped. Ben flashed a grin, his eyes locked on her. A small trunk was perched on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing; one arm curled up to help balance it, stretching the fabric of his jacket tightly over his bicep. Eve’s mouth was suddenly dry, and she couldn’t look away.

  He sauntered into the room to place the trunk out of the way, his buckskins hugging his backside as he lowered it to the floor.

  “Thank you, Benjamin.” Amelia’s voice broke his spell on Eve, and her gaze dropped to the carpet as heat consumed her. “I am afraid Jake is not here. He is taking exercise at Gentleman Jackson’s Saloon.”

  “I’m not here to see Jake.”

  Eve stole a peek at him from beneath her lashes and discovered him watching her. His smile widened, one side of his mouth hitching higher.

  “I heard about the renovations at the foundling hospital. Since I didn’t have the opportunity to contribute to the worthy cause, I thought I would accompany you today to see how I may be of service now.”

  Amelia’s elegant blond brows veered toward each other, but before she could respond, Lana linked arms with him. “And what an excellent idea. I’m certain the board appreciates your interest in the children’s welfare.”

  Amelia’s sea-blue gaze flickered back and forth between Eve and Ben. Unable to bear her friend’s discomfort, Eve gave a slight nod of agreement. Amelia exhaled loudly, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Yes, the board will be very pleased by your interest, I am sure.”

  Splendid. The board could have his interest all they liked, but the way his blue eyes darkened when he looked at Eve, she suspected they would have a difficult time capturing his notice. She made a point of ignoring him as she resumed her seat, but her skipping heart wouldn’t allow her to fool herself. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with awareness of him. Too aware.

  If she managed to survive the afternoon, she might just hide until her wedding day.

  Five

  Ben attempted to maneuver his way into the same carriage with Eve for the ride to the foundling hospital, but Lady Bianca Norwick and her sister-in-law cut him off. Linking arms with Eve, they directed her toward the Norwick carriage. Eve didn’t spare him a backward glance while she chatted with the ladies and climbed inside. Other than the one time he’d caught her ogling him in the drawing room, she had done a convincing job of pretending she was oblivious to him.

  He ground his teeth in frustration. He hadn’t expected a tête-à-tête with Eve would come easily, but he hadn’t anticipated interference either. Although Ben’s brother had mentioned Lady Norwick enjoyed a friendship with Sir Jonathan Hackberry, so it should come as no surprise the lady was guarding Hackberry’s interests.

  Ben needed a moment alone with Eve. The charge when they’d locked gazes earlier had all but knocked him on his arse. Attraction did not equal love—Ben was wise enough to know the difference—but Eve had desired and loved him at one time. His drive to learn if that love still existed was as powerful as anything he had ever experienced.

  After assisting the three remaining ladies into his carriage, he settled on the seat beside his sister. Lana could always be counted on to be an accomplice, but he was uncertain where his sister-in-law’s loyalties lay. Amelia’s assistance might be needed today, but he didn’t wish to make her uncomfortable by asking her to go against her best friend, Lady Norwick, who had clearly declared herself on Hackberry’s side.

  He studied Amelia across the carriage seated next to Lady Phoebe. His sister-in-law regarded him with a pleasant smile in return. She was a strikingly beautiful woman with high cheekbones and dainty features. He understood his brother’s fascination with her. She was also a master at hiding her thoughts. If she was flustered by his unexpected arrival this afternoon, she gave no indication.

  Lana remained silent. It figured the moment he desired his sister’s interference she would choose to hold her tongue.

  “I hope my presence today hasn’t shocked you, Mrs. Hillary,” he said, mindful to address her formally with Lady Phoebe present.

  Amelia shrugged slightly. “There is nothing shocking about the Hillarys’ generosity, sir. Your family has been a foundling hospital benefactor for some time. I must admit I am pleased with your interest in the children themselves. They are dear to my heart.”

  The carriage wheel dropped into a hole, knocking Lana against him. His sister’s eyebrows lifted as if to remind him of her warnings earlier that morning. Amelia was not to be trifled with when it came to the orphans, and it felt as if he was treading on unstable ground. Even though his actions were a ploy to secure time alone with Eve, he had to admit he admired Amelia’s devotion to her charity work. Another lady might have lost interest after having her own issue, but not Amelia. His desire to support her efforts was sincere, even if his true aim in accompanying the ladies was less lofty.

  “Please do not hesitate to request anything of me on the children’s behalf. I am at your service,” he said.

  She sat up straighter, her blue eyes twinkling happily. “How marvelous. The nursery will be pleased to learn they have a volunteer today.”

  Ben’s blood froze in his veins. “The nursery?”

  Amelia nodded, her smile as enigmatic as always. “The babies are very sweet, and they respond well to being cuddled. I will have a nurse show you the way.”

  He looked wildly at his sister for help, but her face was turned toward the window, her shoulders shaking. If he didn’t know better, he might think she was laughing at him.

  The carriage arrived at the brick gates of the Woodmore Home for Foundlings before he could formulate an excuse to bow out of nursery duty. He had nothing against infants, but he didn’t know the first thing about entertaining one. As far as he could ascertain, babies held no interests beyond eating, sleeping, and making messes. And they cried. What if he made a baby cry and couldn’t convince it to stop? Eve might think him a horrible person if he frightened a baby.

  His stomach churned the closer they drew to the massive four-story building, and he broke into a sweat before the carriage rolled to a stop in front of the arched entry. He wiped his brow with his handkerchief, then haltingly climbed from the carriage to gawk at the forbidding structure. “Amelia…”

  “It is impressive, isn’t it?” His sister-in-law linked arms with him and whisked him inside while the carriage carrying Eve and her companions was still rolling up the drive. The determined set to Amelia’s jaw convinced him no help would come from her.

  Inside the lobby doors, she released his arm. The place was deserted and so quiet, Amelia’s voice startled him. “Everyone must be occupied.”

  Which meant no one was available to provide him with an escort. Ben’s shoulders slumped with relief.

  “Fortunately, I know the way to the nursery.” She headed for the curved staircase, the heels of her shoes clicking against the bare stone floor. Reaching the stairs, she paused with her hand on the iron balustrade and glanced over her shoulder. “You will want to follow me, Ben.”


  There was nothing commanding in her tone. Otherwise he might have protested. Instead, he closed the gap between them as she started up the stairs. The foundling hospital was nothing like he had expected. It was clean and cheerful with buttery yellow walls and amateurish paintings displayed in gilded frames along the upper gallery. A fresh bouquet of colorful flowers sitting on a half-round table greeted them as they reached the top floor.

  “It is even better than Jake led me to believe, and he sang your praises. Are you responsible for all of this?” He gestured to the paintings, which he now suspected were the children’s artwork, the large windows allowing sunlight to spill on the warm wood floors, the flowers.

  She was blushing but held her head a bit higher. “The Mayfair Ladies’ Charitable Society has taken on Woodmore as our special project. I cannot take all the credit.”

  Her modesty was refreshing. Jake had told him Amelia was the driving force behind the renovations long before she garnered the other ladies’ support. He wanted to ask what role Eve played in the project—if she came to the hospital often and how she spent her time there—but they’d arrived at the nursery.

  He blinked in surprise at the number of cribs in the room. He counted ten, and most appeared to be occupied. Only two nurses tended the nursery, each working with expert efficiency before moving on to the next fussy baby. The babies’ crying echoed off the walls.

  “Babies need to be held too,” Amelia said loud enough to be heard over the commotion.

  He nodded, understanding the reason she thought he could do some good here.

  She met his eyes and smiled before moving to a crib to lift a baby who was on the verge of screaming. Her tiny arms and legs flailed as her cries rose on a crescendo. Once Amelia had soothed the little one, the racket in the room died down considerably.

  “Is Daisy hungry?” she asked someone behind him.

  He spun on his heel and discovered a wet nurse sitting in the corner feeding two babies.

  “No, ma’am. Mrs. Hudson fed her ten minutes ago.”

  He looked around, expecting to find another wet nurse, but she seemed to be the only one there at the moment.

  “Perhaps Daisy would like to go for a walk,” Amelia said. “I will take her around with me. This is my brother-in-law, Benjamin Hillary. He is here to offer his assistance.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Hillary.”

  One of the bedside nurses barely glanced at him before returning her attention to changing the babe in her care into a clean nappy.

  Amelia nuzzled Daisy’s damp hair and whispered sweet words to her.

  He nodded toward the baby girl. “Looks like crying requires much effort. Daisy has broken a sweat.”

  “Yes, I believe that’s the way of it. It is her only way of asking for attention.” She nudged him. “Go on, then. Find a baby to hold and talk to him or her.”

  Ben balked. “Talk to one? What do we have in common?”

  “You will think of something.” Amelia chuckled as she left him standing in the nursery, frightened out of his wits.

  He did nothing at first. Just stood rooted to the floor. But as the women slanted curious glances in his direction, he began to feel silly. He was a man. He had traveled the world—faced dangers on sea and land with equal bravery. A tiny person was no cause for alarm, even if a baby could shatter eardrums and produce enough drool to drown a man.

  He ventured farther into the nursery, wandering down the aisle of cribs toward the quieter section of the room. He passed sleeping infants with their bottoms in the air or sucking on their fingers. Sometimes both. All of them boasted rosy, plump cheeks that made them undeniably adorable.

  Tension melted off him with each step. The little ones appeared so peaceful when they slept. Ben couldn’t remember what it was like to sleep soundly without bad dreams or waking in the wee hours for no reason and being unable to fall asleep again. Perhaps the babies’ innocence made them sleep without a care. Whatever it was, he wished he could recapture those moments in his life when he hadn’t a care either.

  Reaching the last crib in the row, he encountered two serious brown eyes staring up at him. A hand-lettered sign hung on the wall above the crib. Boy: Tobias.

  “What a large name for a tiny boy.”

  Tobias didn’t fuss or smile or give any other indication he expected anything from Ben. In truth, the tot’s expression said he didn’t expect anything from anyone, as if he had resigned himself to being forgotten.

  A frisson of anger passed through Ben. The babe was too young to have learned such a lesson, and Ben meant to correct it. He leaned slightly over the crib railing, smiled, and wiggled his fingers at him. Tobias simply blinked.

  Another failed tactic. Perhaps Ben should follow Amelia’s advice and talk to him. He cleared his throat, trying to think of something relevant. He meant to say something along the lines of “what a strapping lad you are.” Instead squeaky gibberish poured out of him. “Where is the good boy? Where is Tobias? There he is. There he is.” The gents at Brooks’s would be mocking him for days if they overheard him.

  Tobias, however, was more forgiving of Ben’s silliness. A toothless grin broke across his round face.

  Ben’s smile grew. “You like that, do you?” He gibbered more nonsense and made funny faces at him. Tobias’s first giggle startled Ben, and he gasped softly.

  “Do that again?”

  The baby obliged him. The sound filled him with happiness. Repeating the act elicited more tiny giggles that soon transformed into belly laughs. The more Ben made a fool of himself, the harder Tobias laughed. Ben was laughing too. He forgot his shyness and lifted the baby from the crib to hold him close to his chest.

  When he turned, he caught the women smiling at him, their expressions soft. Under normal circumstances, their bearing witness to his childish antics might have embarrassed him, but he found he didn’t care. The only one who mattered was little Tobias, and his heartwarming coos between giggle fits said he was happy.

  And at that moment, so was Ben.

  He bounced Tobias gently in his arms, singing an old sailors’ song, much to the boy’s pleasure. His eyes twinkled up at him, and it struck Ben that he could be holding his own son like this, looking into rich brown eyes just like Eve’s, if only Ben hadn’t given up. It didn’t matter if he thought he was doing the right thing at the time. He’d made a mistake letting her go, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

  Ben sang a little louder, hopping a bit from foot to foot in an old dance he’d learned from the seamen aboard the ship. When he added a small stomp and twirl, he stopped, the words dying on his lips. Eve stood in the doorway, her brown eyes shimmering with tears. The little girl Daisy was asleep in her arms.

  Six

  Eve brushed away a tear that fell on her cheek and strode into the nursery without looking at Ben. The heavy warmth of the sleeping babe in her arms, and then seeing Ben playing with a little one, ripped off the scab from an old wound. All the pain from two years ago, when she realized her dreams of being his wife and bearing him children were dead, flooded her. She held tightly to Daisy to keep from drowning in emotions she wanted to forget and fought to control the trembling of her body.

  With the nurses occupied, Eve searched for the baby’s crib herself, reading each sign posted on the wall above the cribs. She would return the baby as Amelia had requested and hurry back to the parlor where the other ladies were sorting through clothes with the head nurse.

  She had been looking forward to helping in the nursery ever since Amelia mentioned it last week. Eve loved babies: their silky tufts of hair, soft cheeks and plump thighs, and the sweet little mewing sounds they made in their sleep. As long as she could remember, she’d wanted to become a mama. She craved motherhood as some ladies craved a cup of chocolate in the morning. In three weeks, she would marry Jonathan, and her baby dreams could finally come tru
e.

  She ignored the niggling voice whispering in her ear that she wanted more. More was no longer possible. At one time, she’d thought love was as necessary as food, the air she breathed, or a safe place to lay her head. Love had done nothing but break her heart. She preferred kindness and comfort to sorrow any day.

  Finding Daisy’s crib, she gently laid her on the stark white bedding. The baby rolled over with an audible huff and puckered her mouth several times as if she were still nursing, but she didn’t wake. Once Eve was satisfied Daisy was settled, she turned on her heel to make her escape, but a burst of frustration surged through her. Why should she be the one to leave the nursery? Ben wasn’t even supposed to be here today—just as he wasn’t supposed to be at Lord and Lady Eldridge’s ball last night.

  She marched back down the aisle of cribs, each step fueling her anger. Ben was still talking to the baby, lifting him overhead and babbling nonsense. With hands on her hips, she opened her mouth to take Ben to task when the baby tossed up his accounts, splattering the lower half of Ben’s face, cravat, and coat.

  He groaned.

  “Oh dear,” she muttered and rushed forward to take the baby. Ben handed him over with a grimace before retrieving a handkerchief from an inside pocket of his coat and wiping the mess from his face.

  The baby watched with round eyes and chewed uncertainly on his fingers as if trying to anticipate Ben’s reaction. Even Eve was holding her breath, fearful of an angry outburst. Not that Ben had ever shown a temper in her presence, but her father never would have remained calm in similar circumstances. Of course he never would have been in a similar situation, because he’d possessed the good sense not to hold a baby above him.

  No. That wouldn’t have been the reason. Papa had never shown interest in children, not even his own. Her heart softened toward Ben, just a tiny amount, but enough to make her want to come to his aid.

  “I will take the baby back to his crib, then I will find water and a cloth.”