What,” Mick said softly, “is Lad doin’ in me bed?”
Hearing his name, Lad opened small, piggish, upside-down eyes, gazing with idiotic adoration as his whip-thin tail thumped the covers.
“Ah.” Harry scratched behind one ear. “Well, see, ’e was lookin’ so forlorn, like, out in the courtyard by ’imself. Seemed an awful shame to leave ’im there all alone.”
“Off!” Mick roared at the dog.
Lad’s transformation was instantaneous. His tiny triangle ears folded back, his eyes narrowed worriedly, and he rolled so that he could crawl toward the edge of the bed on his belly.
“Is that mud on his paws?” Mick asked in outrage.
Harry glanced at the dog. “I do believe it is,” he said as if making a discovery.
“Christ!” Mick watched disgustedly as Lad made the edge of the bed and slithered off, thumping to the floor. The dog seemed to think that his apology was done—or perhaps he’d already forgotten that Mick was mad at him—for he gamboled over as frisky as a lamb.
“He’s not even me dog,” Mick muttered.
Lad sat, one back leg sprawled out to the side, tongue hanging from his mouth, and grinned up at him. He completely ignored Harry, his supposed master.
“The dog ’as a wonderful affection for ye,” Harry said brightly.
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He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, “I may not have the right, Silence, me love,” he drawled so soft she nearly didn’t catch the words. “But I would’ve listened to ye. I would’ve believed ye.
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What,” came a deep male voice, “is this?”
Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O’Connor’s extremely tight breeches.
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She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in the world, sat down next to Mickey O’Connor and leaned against his leg.
Mr. O’Connor looked at the dog, looked at the damp spot growing on his breeches where the dog was leaning, and sighed. “I find me life is not as quiet as it used to be afore ye came to me palace, Mrs. Hollingbrook.”
Silence lifted her chin. “You’re a pirate, Mr. O’Connor. I cannot believe your life was ever very quiet.”
He gave her an ironic look. “Aye, amazin’, isn’t it? Yet since yer arrival me servants no longer obey me and I return home to find me kitchen flooded.” He crossed to a cupboard and took down a china teapot, a tin of tea, and a teacup. “And me dog smells like a whorehouse.”
Silence glanced guiltily at Lad. “The only soap we could find was rose scented.
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Women were something best bought, he’d found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and feminine disappointment. Oh, and small things like being slapped across the face. Mick rubbed his jaw. But Silence wasn’t one of his whores, as Harry had pointed out. Mick couldn’t send her away. And he couldn’t let her starve herself—he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, including herself.
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Humph.” She peered down suspiciously as he parted the leaves to reveal the choke. “That doesn’t look very tasty.”
“That’s because it isn’t,” he said. “Pay heed: the artichoke is a shy vegetable. She covers herself in spine-tipped leaves that must be carefully peeled away, and underneath shields her treasure with a barricade o’ soft needles. They must be tenderly, but firmly, scraped aside. Ye must be bold, for if yer not, she’ll never reveal her soft heart.”
He finished cutting away the thistles and placed the small, tender heart on the center of her plate.
She wrinkled her nose. “That’s it? But it’s so small.”
“Ah, and d’ye judge a thing solely upon size alone?”
She made a choking sound.
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Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind.
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Silence rose and crossed to the connecting door and knocked.
The door was opened almost at once.
Michael leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, a wicked smile playing about his sensuous lips. He was so very big this close—every time it surprised her and made her breathless. “Well, now, and when did ye decide to start knockin’ at me door?”
Silence fought to keep her face from flaming as she remembered the last time she’d peeked through Michael’s door.
She swallowed. “We’re bored.”
“Is that so?” Michael glanced down.
Silence followed his gaze and saw that Mary had crawled over to investigate. The baby grabbed a handful of her skirt and stood up. She kept one hand on Silence’s skirt and popped two fingers from the other into her mouth as she stared solemnly at Michael.
“She looks a rare treat,” Michael said softly, watching the toddler.
Silence smiled down at Mary. “She does indeed.”
She glanced up and her heart squeezed at the gentle look on Michael’s face.
As if she understood she was the subject of conversation, Mary lifted her arms—to Michael. “Up!”
Michael arched an eyebrow. “Mouthy little thing, ain’t she?”
But he bent and lifted the toddler.
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Goggie!” she exclaimed, holding both hands out urgently to Lad, who’d been dozing by the fire.
“By all means,” Michael replied amicably, as if he and Mary were having a conversation. “Let’s bring the mutt with us, as well. He’s almost presentable now that he stinks o’ roses.
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As I said, I don’t expect you to understand—”
“And I don’t,” he cut in. “Ye ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman’s noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband’s coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse.”
Her hand flashed out before she’d thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard.
Silence had her eyes locked with Michael’s, her chest rising and falling swiftly, but she was aware that Bert and Harry had looked up. Even Mary and Lad had paused in their play.
Without taking his gaze from hers, Michael reached out and grasped her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the center of her palm.
He looked at her, her hand still at his lips. “Don’t take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m’love.
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