Penelope reverently placed the bonnet into the hands of the attentive shopkeeper. She glanced toward the large gla.s.s window and considered the time they'd spent in the millinery because she could get lost for hours amongst the ribbons and plumes, but doubted the men wanted to wait long in the carriage. Pleased by the prospect of their planned afternoon, she didn't wish anything to spoil the day and a ripple of excitement played a smile across her lips.

Phin's broad shoulders and hard musculature took up a fair share of room beside her on the coach seat, but she would never complain. He smelled divine and whenever the carriage jostled over a rut, she had the inordinate delight of pressing against him, however brief.

"Penny, come look at the selection of Aigrettes in this basket." Lexi's cheerful voice rose above the murmur of feminine conversation throughout the store. "These feathered headdresses are the cleverest I've ever seen."

Making her way toward Lexi, Penelope caught sight of a man hurrying past the front window. Her pulse skittered with recognition. Was that Simon on the outside walk? Could it possibly be?

"Oh, I must go." She rushed around Lexi and out the door nearly colliding with a tall stack of bandboxes piled near the entrance. Her pulse drummed an anxious beat as she threw a frantic glance to the right searching the crowd before gathering her skirts in her hands and setting her feet into motion.

She struggled her way through the shoppers, but it proved a wasted effort, no matter how hard she pushed against the tide. Three blocks later, she paused to catch her breath. The crowded city streets overflowed with obstacles prohibiting her from following a clear path and her pet.i.te stature further disabled the search. A sorrowful sigh of resignation escaped and the heartsick feeling of disappointment replaced her earlier elation.

Without warning, steely bands encircled her upper arms and dragged her backward, s.n.a.t.c.hing her from the crowd. Unable to catch her breath, she struggled to disentangle herself and also keep her footing amidst the jostling shoppers, but she proved no match for the strength of her captor. A feeling of panic washed over her as the broad press of a man's form anch.o.r.ed against her body. Then Phineas' voice, angered, yet welcomed, met her left ear.

"Wait! Hold there. Where are you going?"

A definite note of urgency strained his words, and something else, something unidentifiable but meaningful, sent a shiver of apprehension rippling through her from top to toes. The clamoring of the surrounding crowd, thundering chaos of horse hooves, and loud street vendors hawking their wares overwhelmed her, and she sagged against the support of his warm, broad chest. She was safe. Without objection, she allowed him to steer her into a nearby alleyway.

At first she thought all would be fine and they would stroll back to continue their outing, however as soon as she turned and eyed Phin's face, any thought of a simple resolution fled with the same expedience as the hammering beat of her heart. He appeared furious and a deep well of dread settled in her stomach. By the firm set of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils, sharp words would soon erupt. He'd released her from his hold, but the sparks in his stare held her immobile.

"Whatsoever can you be thinking?"

Penelope swallowed, her tongue thick, as she attempted to formulate a suitable reply. Even though he'd asked the question, he allowed her no recourse and his words overflowed to fill the scant s.p.a.ce between them.

"Do you have any idea how much danger you could have caused yourself running through the streets w.i.l.l.y-nilly after what I have no idea? You might have become lost, gotten trampled or dragged into a dark corner where no one would hear your cries for help. Look around you." He threw one arm out to the side, his action slicing the air in reverberation of his words. "Any cutthroat or rum-touch would be mad not to be tempted by such a pretty little package wandering the city streets alone."

Penelope blinked hard to disperse her tears. She'd never been one to buckle when faced with adversity and she would not begin now. She needed to explain. Straightening her shoulders and releasing a shaky breath, she gathered her courage and ignored how her hands trembled.

"I appreciate your concern, but it is full daylight and we are standing in the middle of Bond Street. I am fine. Everything is fine." She brushed her hands down the front of her day gown, putting her skirts to rights and dismissing the discussion. If he'd expected her to express more complacency, he was mistaken. His harsh admonishment caused her to bristle more than lavish him with grat.i.tude. It wasn't as though she could fully explain.

"Everything is not fine. If everything was fine I wouldn't be..." He pushed his fingers through his hair before releasing a forced breath. When he spoke again, his voice sounded low and controlled. "Crimes occur in London during the day hours all the time."

The steely seriousness of his clipped sentence deflated any further reb.u.t.tal. She took a small step. "I would never have caused all of this concern were it not important."

A discernible hesitation pierced the air. When he finally answered, his voice was no more than a raspy whisper, although a flash of wild anger lived in his eyes. "Nothing is more important than your safety, Penelope."

She wavered on the brink of her reply. "I'm sorry. You're right. My actions were foolish." She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath to erase the tremble from her voice as the reality of what she'd done and how angry he remained, settled. When she dared glance in Phin's direction, his eyes had softened and he no longer looked like he might enjoy wringing her neck.

She pushed on, anxious to fill the uncomfortable silence. "I acted without thinking. I thought I saw someone..." The tentative words dissolved on a self-deprecating note. Phineas gave a snort of disapproval. When he made no other reply, she placed her hand on his arm. "Thank you for rescuing me from danger. I did not intend to cause you concern."

Her eyes searched his face, a mask of equivocation, but then his muscles relaxed beneath her touch, his forearm solid and strong, as protective as his grip when he'd heroically retrieved her from the possibility of harm.

"I accept your apology." His words held no revealing emotion. "I reacted as any gentleman would. Now I suppose we should find Devlin and Lexi. I'm sure they are worried over your venturesome actions and anxious to see you return."

He placed his ungloved hand over hers and the heat of his possessive caress flooded from that one point of contact throughout every corner of her body, settling in her soul. He'd worried over her safety; the fleeting condition a dire yearning in her heart. Then he must care, shouldn't he?

Silent seconds ticked by before he lifted her fingers in his, sliding her hand to his elbow so they could proceed down the walkway. The street bustled with activity, carts rolled past, horses snorted, harnesses jangled, but they walked in silence until they reached the carriage. When one step remained, he leaned in and whispered a silky warning meant for her ears alone. His words, a mere breath at her temple, told her everything he hadn't said minutes before.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, Penelope Rosebery."

He gave her hand a tight squeeze and offered her up into the carriage, calling out to Devlin and Lexi as if nothing had transpired.

"Phin, third time at the club this week? What has you sparring with such aggressive vigor?" Harry's voice rang across Jackson's Saloon, although a ruckus existed in every corner as men trained to improve their boxing technique. "We'd all but given up on you." He stepped past a series of sand bags, dodging their intermittent sway and the muscular men who pummeled the canvas into motion, to move closer to where Phineas practiced in an elevated ring.

Phineas flicked a quick glance to Harold before he dodged and avoided an oncoming blow. He answered the parry with a counterpunch combination that had his sparring partner scampering a hasty retreat. Everyone at Jackson's knew Phin's left hook to be lethal. He'd honed the move to be wickedly fast, precise and effective. But today's practice was about more than endurance. Sparring would burn off the frustration keeping him on edge.

His desire for Penelope gnawed at him from the inside out and while his mind consistently delivered the message she was not his for the taking, his body had an agenda all its own. No matter she ignited his anger, when he caught hold of her on Bond Street and pulled her hard against him, his first thought had been to turn her around and kiss her soundly, so sweet did she feel against him. The haunting thought fueled his vexation. He needed no complications in his life. He threw a powerful jab as if to punctuate his silent conclusions.

"Anxious to get back into routine. That's all. You can't blame a man for wanting to stay fit."

A year ago, he'd punished himself and taken a long break from boxing for altogether different reasons, but found despite the power of repentant emotion attached to the sport, the need for release proved more significant. He'd exorcised his pain in the ring even when he was fighting himself, conquering past regret, the loss and pain of grief. No matter how boxing linked to his transgressions, he needed it, to obliterate his anger and feel the pain. He liked the pain. Now Penelope instigated the same driving force.

He delivered a sharp right and then realizing the lamb's wool wrap on his fist had unraveled, signaled for a break. He walked to the corner where Harold and Con waited, dropped his gloves, and took a sip of water. "Haven't you something clever or sarcastic to add to Harry's a.s.sessment?" He flicked his eyes to Con as he retied the strings.

"No." Con scanned the room with disinterest. "I'm here for conversation only. You know I never engage in this sport. If Harry hadn't the sudden thought to stop at seeing your gig, we would be well on our way to Tatts by now instead of sequestered in this dank arena of masculine superciliousness."

Phineas knew, as they all did, of Con's dislike of boxing and how it had nothing to do with his exceedingly good looks or his favor within the ton. With consideration for their friend's privacy no one asked why his aversion to boxing caused him to walk out of the club at times without a by-your-leave.

Con continued as an afterthought. "I do recall you mentioned your mother disfavored this habit. I suppose we all a.s.sumed you'd given up boxing permanently."

Phin released a disgusted sigh. "I shudder to think my closest friends expect me to do whatever whenever my mother wishes."

His friends remained unusually silent.

Devlin entered the Bond Street boxing school and joined the other two men as they stood outside the ring. "Well this is a bit of a chance. All four of us in one place at one time. Doesn't often happen anymore, does it?" Devlin slued his eyes to Phineas in the ring.

"You are always at home with Lexi and the baby." Phin hoped his feigned accusatory tone disguised the fact he missed time spent at Kenley Manor.

Con interjected, his casual remark implying only partial interest. "You cannot criticize. You leave every social event before the eleventh hour."

It was Devlin's turn and ripe for the witty banter he eyed Con. "And you cannot complain. You are rarely in London, always off on a jaunt to discover a higher quality of grape for your champagne vintner. When you do remain in London, you are holed up in Mayfair with Isabelle by your side, politely ignoring a mountain of social invitations and calling cards."

"What of me then? I am almost always in London." Harold looked to his friends with expectant chagrin.

Phineas knew Harold to be one of the most affable gentlemen of the ton. "You, Harry, are the anchor. You remain our one constant in this ever-changing city."

Pleased with the description, Harold cheered up readily and the four men turned to discussing current events. Con held the floor as they listened with interest.

"You're not going to like what I've discovered of Ridley's past. His connection to anyone with aristocratic lineage is reaching at best, fict.i.tious at its worst. He lies without hesitation, possesses little wealth and was almost arrested last year at Bartholomew Fair."

"What gentleman of good standing would frequent such a low form of entertainment?" Harold's objection pierced their conversation.

"It gets better. Ridley failed to leave the traveling peep-show. After he paid his penny price, he wanted more than his coin ent.i.tled him." Con's voice reflected distaste.

Phineas gripped the ropes and pa.s.sed through, jumping from the ring. "Something odious about Ridley troubles me and it has little to do with the Trumpington grey."

Devlin scoffed. "As well it shouldn't. Your poor behavior kept you daydreaming when you should have been bidding on the horse."

"Don't mince words, Dev. Tell me what you really think." Phin made no attempt to disguise his displeasure. "I'll strive not to take it personally."

Chuckling, Devlin nudged him on the shoulder. "You know what I mean. The horse should have been yours and would have, were you not so distracted."

"Regardless, if left to his own devices Ridley's actions will affect one of our lives in an irreparable manner." Phin's low-toned comment emphasized a fair degree of warning.

His friends nodded in agreement, but Devlin's face transformed into a mask of anger.

"I will happily kill anyone who thinks to harm Lexi, no matter your desire to better humanity and society, Phin."

Understanding his devotion, Phineas absently spoke aloud. "As would I, were it Penelope." By d.a.m.n, he sounded like an overprotective swain. He punched his palm in disgust.

The admission went ignored by Con and Harry who had turned their attention to another boxer sparring in the ring. Only Devlin caught the soft-spoken remark.

"Penny in your thoughts? I thought you had a firm hold on where you stood in the relationship. Something's changed, I take it?"

Phineas could not deny it. Devlin was his closest thing to a brother and he'd be hard pressed to admit the manner in which his heart squeezed while he searched the crowd for her on Bond Street. If his towering height hadn't aided him in viewing the city bustle, he would never have been able to find her and protect her from harm. Devlin spoke correctly, something had changed. Worsened, actually, despite he'd sworn not to get involved.

"After what happened yesterday, I'm convinced she has one solitary mission in finding this unknown gentleman who owns her affection. And again I must apologize for not continuing our outing yesterday. I was not in the right mind to watch horses run in circles after chasing Penelope through the streets." He paused, not voicing the plethora of horrible situations he'd imagined in the short span of time it took him to locate her.

When he spoke again, his voice sounded closer to normal. "In the lady's regard, I've pushed myself to the limit." He cleared his throat while Devlin scoffed with audacious humor.

"You have not even begun. Look." Devlin rapped him on the arm, ensuring he held his full attention. "I realize you are the never man. Never rude or inconsiderate. Never one to disappoint. Vowing never to marry. In my opinion, you need to make some changes or you will also never be happy."

"I've wondered about that myself, but it matters little." Phineas shot a glance in Harry and Con's direction before continuing, "I've tried love in the past and it ended miserably. Not to mention I've other important responsibilities to mind."

Devlin could not contain his grin. "Is that the same manner you'd approach a fight in the ring? Once defeated, never to enter again?"

Feeling foolish, Phin hesitantly continued. "The last thing I need right now is an uninvited complication."

"How I see it, you'd be simplifying your life. Your mother would have nothing to complain about."

"The whole business is terribly confusing and it does not help that Penny is always in my thoughts. She has an infectious smile, and her lips..." His voice trailed off and when he found his way back to the conversation, Devlin wore an incredulous expression.

"If you desire her, you should pursue her." Constantine took the conversational pause as an opportunity to chime in. "It's unlike you to remain at odds. You're usually the decisive member of this foursome."

Phin looked to his friend, surprised Con had an ear to the conversation. "Simplistic advice from someone who never falls short. Ever."

"That's not true." Laughter rustled in Con's throat. "And besides, we're talking about a young lady, are we not? You overcomplicate things." He leaned against the post, a carefree smile turning his lips.

"Again, easy for you to say. Everyone adores you. You do no wrong in the eyes of the ton."

No one warranted a reply and Con continued in a nonchalant tone. "Honestly Phin, it's not so terrible to break rules once in a while. Most especially if a good reason exists. I can't recall ever seeing you so upset over any woman."

"She's not any woman." Phin straightened his shoulders, compelled to correct his friend's choice of words. "She's a diamond of the first water." He had no idea why he defended Penny's honor with such vigor. It wasn't as though anything could become of their relationship. They'd locate this elusive man sooner or later and then his life would return to normal. He would no longer be forced to endure her laughter or notice how the sunlight danced in the depths of her brilliant green eyes.

Still he'd never met a more intriguing and infuriating female. "I can't stop thinking about her, even when I retire to bed."

"That seems to me, the best time to be thinking about her." A devious smile flickered across Con's face. "Besides what's all this talk about dreams and diamonds? Dreams are for people who go through life sleeping. I say, wake up and take action."

Devlin scoffed irritably. "Phin would never overstep society's bounds. How you do on occasion and remain the darling of the ton is beyond my comprehension. It will work in his favor by the end and his mother will be thrilled."

"Mother rhymes with smother." Con's sharp interjection evoked laughter from everyone but Phineas. "Of all of us, Phin is the least likely to maunder through life playing at ducks and drakes. Not when the opportunity to offer someone a.s.sistance presents itself. I suppose it's all part of his eternal mission to make the world a better place." Con strove for gravity although laughter danced in his eyes. "It strikes me as extraordinary to watch him agonize over the favors of a pretty chit."

"I'm standing right here." Phin sputtered. "You are aware I hear your comments. And I'm not agonizing."

"He's not agonizing. Let him be." Harold interrupted, anxious to keep everyone on an even kilter before their conversation gathered momentum and unraveled. They were all the closest of friends, however at times their opinions and personalities overlapped into chaos.

Phineas did his best to bury the subject, full knowing Devlin would excavate it later. Until then, fort.i.tude would force him to stop thinking about Penelope's silky soft skin and heavenly formed body because he would go mad with the wanting if he did not resolve his obsession. The sooner the better.

It was half past midnight when he turned the key in the lock and made his way to the back of the townhouse. Poor weather threatened, the flash of lightning and echo of thunder accompanying him the entire way to Kent Road. Surprised not to be met at the door, he wondered if Benjamin had woken from the oncoming storm. His answer was supplied not a heartbeat later.

"You're here."

A small hand slipped into his and Phineas kneeled in the hallway, hoisting Ben into his arms and carrying him the rest of the way into the kitchen where they settled together, child in his lap, upon a worn wooden chair at the table. "It is very late for you to be awake. Has the weather interrupted your sleep?"

"I'm too brave to be bothered by thunder." The tiny voice held a proud degree of bravado and the boy wriggled his bottom so he snuggled closer still. "Mother said you would visit this evening and I could not fall asleep. I was too excited to see you. Last time I was not able to keep my eyes open, but tonight I have succeeded."

"That you have." Phineas ruffled his fingers through the lad's sleep-tousled hair and smiled despite the circ.u.mstances. "Right now, these late night visits are best, although I am always delighted to see you. You know that, don't you?"

"Oh yes," came the drowsy reply.

The child had curled deeper into his embrace, his ear pressed to Phin's chest, his lids barely open. Phineas raised his eyes to meet the gentle admiration of the lady in the doorway. Then he rose to return the youngling to bed so he could proceed with his plans for the night.

Chapter Eleven.

Penelope a.s.sessed her reflection in the looking gla.s.s and marveled at Lady Fenhurst's achieved results. In less than a week, Penny's wardrobe brimmed with day gowns, ball gowns and more accessorizing frippery than any woman could desire. Her sister had been treated to the same generosity, albeit her clothes were of a more modest fashion. If only she could accomplish her goal with the same alacrity. She smiled into the mirror. This evening proved promising.

"Turn around, please. Oh, I have never seen you look lovelier."

Aubry swept into the bedchamber, eyes wide with appreciation, but Penelope shook her head dismissing her sister's reaction. She dropped her gaze to the cream-colored silk of the modern-cut ball gown as her sister continued to bubble over.

"Is it not the most exquisite dress ever?"

Penny lifted her chin. "Yes, it does make me feel a little regal." Even if I am just a baron's penniless daughter. She forced the ugly thought aside. Perhaps she could pretend otherwise just for the night.

Aubry pulled the wide satin bow at her waist a fraction tighter and straightened the sweeping neckline with a little tug. She trifled until Penelope swatted her hands.

"Please stop fussing." Laughter interrupted her admonishment. She was too pale and too mousy to ever be considered beautiful. Whenever she examined her facial features in the mirror she discovered the same result. Her lips were out of proportion and all attempts to conceal her troublesome freckles proved an exercise in futility. A grand beauty would never have been left at the altar. The sting of Simon's jilt renewed the familiar emptiness within her heart. She tamped down the miserable remembrance despite the wave of mortification that settled in her stomach. "My maid did not act nearly as particular as you."

Her sister continued as though she didn't hear a word. "How did your maid weave those pearls into your hair?" Voicing her words with a great deal of awe, Aubry circled her with slow steps.

"You are acting like a ninny." Penelope checked her hair arrangement in the mirror, pleased with the style and relieved with the distraction. Every curl had been captured, interwoven with tiny seed pearls and pinned into place, creating a cascade down her back, the effect nothing less than breathtaking. Lady Fenhurst mentioned the evening's formal to be an affair experienced once a season with every member of the ton in attendance. The single statement snared Penelope's attention and instilled hope tonight she would find Simon. What she would do afterwards was undetermined, but she would cross that bridge when necessary. Hopefully she would hold Phin's hand to do so. She found he instilled a sense of security whenever he stood near.

The sudden remembrance of her kind rescuer caused a genuine smile to break free and Phin's promise to make good on his debt instigated the reason. Her pulse thrummed in her veins. He intimated at dinner last night and again at breakfast this morning, he remembered the promise. Shameless of him, to cause her to imagine how wonderful it would be to kiss his lips. Every time he slid an enticing glance in her direction, he secretly reminded he intended to swoop in at any moment and claim what he wanted. What she wanted. The most sensual part of her ignited with antic.i.p.ation and some other deep, secret feelings she could not explain.