Author Note
Since I like to think every new project is an adventure, it was a real treat to do my first Harlequin Historical Undone story. My goal was to see how much story I could fit into a few thousand words, while keeping the relationship hot and still getting to the happy ending that we all love. It was a chance to take a break from plotting a full book, to let both my imagination and my characters run wild.
I hope you have as much fun with it as I did. Happy reading!
To Mohawk the cat, who gave selflessly of his time by teasing the dog to hysteria and sleeping on my keyboard. Without his help, I would never have been able to finish this story.
Look for Christine Merrills Paying the Virgins Price part of the Regency Silk & Scandal miniseriesin July 2010 and her linked Undone eBook in May 2010
Chapter 1
T he abbess met Victoria Paget at the door of the brothel, welcoming her in without a word. She did not ask Victorias name or her reason for seeking out a specific man. She showed no loyalty to her customer, nor did she seem to care overmuch what the strange lady on her doorstep wished to do with her time or her reputation. Victoria suspected that the Earl of Stanton had paid the woman well to insure her lack of curiosity.
And what did it matter, if she was forced to play the whore to discover the truth? It would be worth any sacrifice, if it meant that she could put her husbands death behind her. If a subordinates betrayal had brought about his end and she knew, and yet she did nothing? Then she failed him as a widow, just as she feared she had as a wife. Until she was sure that poor Charles rested easy, she would have no peace herself.
The woman led her through the main salon and down a hall hung with red curtains and bawdy art, and opened one of the many rooms for her. I know the man you seek, and I know his tastes. She turned a critical gaze on Victoria, as though she were inspecting merchandise before displaying it. There will be no difficulty in getting him to come to you, if you have the nerve to meet him. She waited to see if Victoria expressed shock or hesitation. When she saw none, she said, Tom Godfrey is known by the girls here to be clean and gentlemanly. You are in no danger, spending an evening in his company. The woman gave a small satisfied smile. In fact, there are those who would be jealous of your good fortune.
Victoria sincerely doubted it, but said nothing.
The abbess gestured her into the small bedroom before them. Then she turned to a silk curtain next to the door and pulled it aside to reveal a brass-bound peephole. The woman offered no further explanation, but Victoria could guess what was expected of her. Lieutenant Godfrey would be led down the hall, toward this room. The abbess would pull aside a portrait or a drapery to give him his first glimpse of the woman who awaited. She was to beguile him with her movements, allowing them both to pretend that she was unaware. She nodded to the abbess.
The woman nodded back. Wait here and I will see to it that he finds you. Then she departed, closing the door behind her.
Victoria examined her surroundings, surprised that it was no different than a common bedroom. The walls were covered in cream silk, but there were no paintings or any sort of ornament. The room was empty but for a wardrobe, a small dressing table and mirror, and a great soft bed with virginal white sheets.
She wondered if this room had a specialized purpose: the loss of innocence. Surely this was not the place for her. She had lost that, long ago. And yet? As she hung up her cloak, a shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the air.
When she had gone to see her husbands friend, the Earl of Stanton, with her unusual request, he had first dismissed her as foolish. Perhaps her husband had suspected that there was a spy in the midst of his company. His death did not prove the fact. Soldiers died. Surely she knew that. She had followed her husband to the Peninsula and seen the results of battle, had she not?
She had argued that her Charles had died not in battle as he should but because of false intelligence. His men had been unprepared when they were ambushed on the road. Her husband had often remarked about the strange behavior of Lieutenant Godfrey and insisted there was something not quite right about him. It must be more than coincidence that the man who her husband suspected was the only one to escape unscathed from the massacre.