The Captain of All Pleasures (Sutherland Brothers #1)(79)
Author: Kresley Cole

“And that brings me to my visit here, to ask for your help,” he finished, sounding irritated that he’d had to go through the long explanation.

“Why should we help you?” her father said in a churlish tone. But did he sound less riled than before?

“Because I want to give her anything she needs to be content with me. Because I want to make it up to her for being—”

“An ass?” This actually from Maria.

“Yes, an ass.” His words sounded pulled from him.

“Well, what can we do? I’m not coming up with anything as a favor to you,” her father unnecessarily assured Derek.

“Nicole’s dreaded telling you about the marriage, and she’s worried about your company. I’ve told you about the marriage; you can’t be angry with her about it, because I never would have given up. I would have pursued her until she said yes. And your company ” He paused. She could picture him running his hand through his hair as he did when frustrated. “I can think of nothing to save it unless I loan you money.”

“Loan me money?”

“I know the loss of the Bella Nicola brought the creditors down on you. If you let me assist your company, you can stave them off until you can get it back on its feet.”

“Let me get this straight—you want to give me money so my daughter will be happy?”

“She worries about you. Unless you have a better idea, that’s exactly what I’m proposing.” Again, he was met by laughter.

Maria’s voice sounded closer to Derek. “Captain Sutherland,” she began in a sympathetic tone, “Lassiter Shipping has had a new infusion of capital. We arranged for it in Cape Town. I’ve helped Jason with his accounting and a refinancing. I believe he’s on much stronger footing than before.”

“That’s right, Captain. Don’t want your money and don’t need it.”

Father!

“Jason, be understanding,” Maria said. “Have you forgotten that this man saved Nicole’s life?”

“He also compromised her. When he was married.”

Derek spoke up, “That was wrong and I admit it—”

“But you were in love and couldn’t help yourself?” Maria finished softly.

The room grew painfully silent. Nicole believed even her heart had stopped beating as she held her breath. What would he say? Did he really love her?

Then the answer, the rumble of a word exhaled on a breath: “Yes.”

And she was running past Chancey into the room, straight to her surprised husband, whose arms flew open to her. “I love you so much,” she sighed against his neck.

With his face in her hair, he murmured, “I love you, Nicole. More than I can say.”

When Maria coughed discreetly, Nicole turned in Derek’s arms until they were both facing her father. “Father. You are bad,” she said, and he looked somewhat chagrined. “I love you both, so you’ll simply have to bury the past.”

“But what about that time outside Hong Kong when he ran me into the jetty?” Lassiter complained like a scolded schoolboy.

Derek scowled at him and added, “Or that time in Melbourne when you told the port officials my crew was suffering from smallpox? My crew and cargo were quarantined for three weeks.”

“Enough!” Nicole commanded, looking from one man to the other. “Right now—you two, shake hands.” Neither moved. Until Maria pushed Lassiter forward just as Nicole dragged at Derek. With great effort on their part, and great reluctance from Derek and her father, the men shook hands.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t make her happy.”

“If I can’t keep her happy, I might let you try.”

A wedding reception two weeks hence, to be held at Atworth House.

The marchioness had decreed it so, and everyone was happy to oblige.

The evening of the celebration had been wonderful for Derek, next to perfect except for the few sarcastic comments Lassiter made. But Derek was beginning to see the humor behind some of the man’s words if he was very, very generous. With time, there might exist a grudging goodwill between them.

Although the festivities were still in full swing, he made his way to the door. Nicole had retired early, and he was anxious to join her.

“Derek,” Grant called from the terrace. He was standing outside alone, smoking a cigar.

He’d wanted to talk to Grant ever since he’d brought Nicole home from the Griffin . He smiled as he remembered her that night. She was like a little general insisting they lay out guidelines and goals for their lives before they fell into bed. That part of their lives, she’d told him, needed no adjustment. The rest, however

It had been unsettling to stretch himself and his beliefs to make her happy. Ultimately, however, he’d comprehended that with her fulfilled, he was fulfilled. He knew he’d been given a second chance with Nicole and with his family, and he didn’t want his brother ever to worry again that Derek wouldn’t meet his responsibilities.

Derek joined him at the rail overlooking the lantern-lit garden and took an offered cigar. “When will we be throwing one of these for you?”

Grant laughed. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“No? What about Bainbridge’s chit?”

“Despite all her family’s zealous efforts, I remain a bachelor.”

Derek lit his cigar. “I always thought you would suit. She’s nice and staid. Hard to believe you’ve resisted her scandal-free nature.”

“She is a nice girl. She even swore she’d wait for me to return.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “Return?”

“You know Belmont’s fool’s errand?” Grant asked with a grin. “I signed on as the fool.”

“You’re serious?”

He nodded. “I went back to him and counter offered. He’s to give me all of Belmont Court at his passing.”

Derek let out a surprised breath. “He must be convinced his son’s family is out there to give away all he has left.”

“That’s because Belmont is desperate. Very emotional man, that Belmont,” Grant explained in a censorious tone. “He fears his health is failing, and the thought of them out there stranded makes giving away his home a small concession to find them.”

Derek frowned. “But if he gives away the estate and you do find the family, what will become of them?”

“It didn’t take you long to find the rub. If I were an intuitive man, I’d swear he dreams that I’ll marry the granddaughter when I find her, and we’ll all live at the court happily ever after, or some such nonsense.”

Derek paused, then pointed out, “You said ‘when.’ ”

With a sheepish grin, Grant said, “Yes, well, that damn man actually has me believing it.” From his coat pocket, he pulled a fading daguerreotype of a towheaded young girl with a shy smile. “Look at her. She looks so delicate. If she did survive Thinking of her, out there alone—”

Derek must have looked at Grant with surprise, because he hastily slid the likeness into his pocket, then said in a gruff voice, “Probably a waste of time. She most likely didn’t survive.”