Devil in Disguise (The Ravenels #7) - Lisa Kleypas Page 0,51
long, elegant fingers slipped beneath the chain and carefully tugged upward. As the little gold key emerged, the duke’s breath caught. He picked it up for a closer look, and he began to draw the chain over the sleeping man’s head.
Merritt reached for it reflexively. “Wait.”
“I need to borrow this,” he said brusquely. “I’ll return it to him safely.”
“Uncle Sebastian—”
“You have my word.”
“No.”
To say the least, it was not a word the duke was accustomed to hearing. He went still, regarding her with an arched brow.
Merritt stared back at him calmly, doing her best to conceal how incredibly uncomfortable she felt at having to deny him something he wanted. But the key was precious to Keir, his only link to the mother he couldn’t remember, and she couldn’t allow it to be taken from him. Not for a day, an hour, or even a minute. Not while he was helpless.
She didn’t let herself look away from those piercing light eyes, no matter how she wanted to cringe.
“This is a matter of personal significance to me,” Kingston said coolly.
“I understand. But until Keir is able to give his consent … I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”
The duke didn’t like that, she could see. And she knew how easily he could have demolished her with just a few words. Instead, he said, “I’m the last person you need to protect him from.”
“Of that I have no doubt, but … the key is sacred to him. He wouldn’t want you to take it.”
“Borrow,” Kingston muttered.
Merritt made her voice soft and cajoling. “Of course, Uncle. But … it’s important that you and he start off on the right foot, isn’t it? What difference would a few days’ wait make in the grand scheme of things?”
His mouth tightened. But to her vast relief, he let go of the key.
After another forty-five minutes, the train reached the station at Heron’s Point, a seaside town located in the sunniest region in England. Even now in autumn, the weather was mild and clear, the air humid with healthful sea breezes. Heron’s Point was sheltered by a high cliff that jutted far out into the sea and helped to create the town’s own small climate. It was an ideal refuge for convalescents and the elderly, with a local medical community and an assortment of clinics and therapeutic baths. It was also a fashionable resort, featuring shops, drives and promenades, a theatre, and recreations such as golf and boating.
The Marsdens had often come here to stay with the duke’s family, the Challons, especially in summer. The children had splashed and swum in the private sandy cove, and sailed near the shore in little skiffs. On hot days they had gone to a shop in town for ices and sweets. In the evenings, they had relaxed and played on the Challons’ back veranda, while music from the town band floated up from the concert pavilion. Merritt was glad to bring Keir to a familiar place where so many happy memories had been created. The seaside house, airy and calm and gracious, would be a perfect place for him to convalesce.
A trio of railway porters came to collect their luggage, and a stocky young man, smartly dressed and carrying a doctor’s bag, boarded the railway carriage.
“Good morning, Your Grace,” the man said with a pleasant smile. “I’m Dr. Kent. Although Dr. Gibson suggested I meet you at the estate, I thought I might accompany the patient directly from the station. I have an ambulance stocked with medical supplies waiting on the other side of the platform building. If the porters would help carry Mr. MacRae on a stretcher …”
“My footmen are at your disposal,” Kingston said.
“Thank you, sir.” Dr. Kent turned to Merritt. “And this charming lady … ?”
“I’m Mr. MacRae’s fiancée,” Merritt said before the duke could reply, and smiled serenely at the doctor as she added, “I’ll be in charge of his care.”
Although Kingston didn’t contradict her, he sent her a glance of unmistakable warning.
Watch your step, my girl. I’ll be pushed only so far.
Chapter 16
THERE WAS NO ESCAPING the pain, not even in sleep. It coiled in every jointure, bone, and ounce of flesh. Keir had never been sick like this before, in control of nothing, devolving into something less than human. Except when she was there.
She … her … He couldn’t hold on to her name … it kept darting away from him … but he was aware of her soft presence, her voice like honey, her hands