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    Who Brings Forth the Wind

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      Tanner's face immediately popped into Stacy's mind, but

      she did her best to push it away, smile at her aunt, and give her

      one final hug.

      Three weeks later Roddy, Lucinda, and Stacy went shopping.

      Stacy thought Lucinda amazing as she careered her way

      through the day, never seeming to tire or grow too warm. At

      the last shop, Stacy had to beg off.

      "If I'm going to have any energy left for the Royal Gardens,

      I'm going to have to rest."

      "I quite agree. Cinda, you're on your own for this one."

      Lucinda regarded her companions with a raised brow and

      condescending look before sweeping out of the open carriage

      and into the shop. Roddy chuckled at her departure and

      then looked up to see Stacy studying him.

      "That's certainly a serious face," he said with a smile.

      Stacy didn't smile. In fact she looked so hesitant that

      Roddy sobered.

      "What is it, Stacy?"

      "It's something that's none of my business."

      "Concerning me?"

      "Yes," Stacy answered and studied him some more. His

      look was so open that she felt emboldened. "Why have you

      and Lucinda never married?"

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      Roddy nodded and regarded her seriously. When he

      spoke, Stacy could tell he'd given the matter great thought.

      "I value Lucinda's friendship above all else in the world

      Were I to introduce romance between us when she did not

      share my feelings, I would ruin everything we have. I simply

      can't take that chance."

      "But you must know she loves you," Stacy reasoned

      "Yes, she does love me, but she isn't in love with me. There

      is a difference, you know. I'm her best friend, just as she is

      mine. I can go on living with the knowledge that she will

      continue to be."

      "She is in love with you, Roddy," Stacy told him softly.

      Roddy didn't go so far as to shake his head, but his look was

      more than a little dubious.

      "She's loved you for years. She told me herself."

      Roddy stared at Stacy. The intensity in his eyes frightened

      her a little. She had started something here, and as much as

      she might regret it, she decided to see it through.

      "When I first came to London, we talked of it. I asked her

      why she wasn't married to you, and she said it was because

      you'd never asked."

      Stacy watched Roddy's eyes slide shut and felt as if her

      insides were being torn in two. She was not easily given to

      tears, but this was almost enough to make her sob.

      Roddy's gaze turned beyond the carriage then, and Stacy

      left him to his thoughts. She knewLucinda would be returning

      soon and wondered if she should apologize. As it was, Roddy

      quietly thanked her just before Lucinda emerged from the

      shop.

      Stacy, feeling very much that Roddy and Lucinda needed a

      few moments alone, slowed her pace and let them move

      ahead. A lovely bloom caught her attention as the path wound

      its way back to the carriage, and Stacy stopped to take in its

      fragrance. When she looked up, Tanner stood some ten feet

      away.

      His look was rather stern, but Stacy couldn't mask the

      softening of her eyes at just seeing him again. He scared her a

      little, and she knew he was not the man for her, but her heart

      turned over every time she thought of him.

      "Stacy," Roddy's voice suddenly called to her from beyond

      the shrubs.

      "I'm coming, Roddy," Stacy answered immediately before

      looking back at Tanner and a woman beyond him. Even at a

      distance and standing in profile, the woman looked lovely.

      Stacy met Tanner's eyes as she spoke. "I'm glad you found

      someone to go on that stroll with you, Lord Richardson." Stacy

      dropped her eyes then and moved away. Tanner did not try to

      follow.

      The Royal Botanic Gardens were riotous with color during

      midsummer. The day was a bit warm for a long stroll, but

      they walked leisurely along until Roddy proclaimed that he

      would die if they didn't stop for tea.

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      "I will not allow you to see her." Lucinda's tone was calm,

      but her insides were trembling. "She doesn't want to see you."

      "I would like to hear that from Stacy," Tanner challenged,

      much as he had been doing for the last half hour.

      "There is no need," Lucinda insisted. "As I've said before,

      she cannot see you."

      "Why?" Growing perilously close to the end of his patience,

      Tanner fired the single word at her.

      "I'll tell you why, because I know you're not here to ask for

      her hand in marriage, and I will not allow you to play games

      with my niece's life.

      "If in fact I have misread your intent, please correct me,

      but unless your intentions toward Stacy are honorable, you

      will not socialize with her."

      Tanner stood silent, his anger at a boiling point just beneath

      the surface. After a moment, Lucinda's brows raised and

      her shoulders lifted in a shrug. Her voice was void of accusation

      when she spoke.

      "Your silence has answered my question, your Grace."

      Tanner continued to stand quiet. He grudgingly admired

      Lady Warbrook for the way she stood up to him, but he did not

      care to be thwarted. He wanted Anastasia Daniels, and Lucinda

      had made it very clear that the only way he could have

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      her was in marriage. He'd been married once, and he was not

      going to fall into that trap again.

      If he and Stacy were to form a relationship that was

      mutually beneficial to both of them, fine. They didn't need the

      confines of marriage to do it. Lucinda had said his intentions

      were not honorable, but to him they were. Tanner had never

      had a mistress before, but he knew when he finally made

      Stacy his own, he would treat her like a queen. He would be

      faithful to her, and she would know no humiliation at his

      hands. He was one of the wealthiest men in England and well

      able to care for her in any style she desired.

      And when it was time to end their relationship, not that he

      believed there would be a need for many years, there would

      be no messy scenes. He would tell her goodbye and give her

      enough money to do anything she pleased for the rest of her

      life. There was simply no need to marry.

      Lucinda watched as Tanner leaned down and picked up

      the riding gloves he'd dropped on the table. He turned toward

      the door without a word, and Lucinda did not try to speak to

      him. His pride had obviously been wounded, and she had no

      desire to rub salt in the wound. It was relief enough to see him

      go. He must realize now that she meant business concerning

      Stacy. Stacy, she reminded herself, must not know that he'd

      even been to call.

      Across the foyer in the library Stacy chose the book she

      desired and moved back toward the door. She hadn't even

      bothered to close it, since she'd known just what she was

      looking for. Halfway across the carpet, however, she was so

      startled that she dropped the
    book and simply stared.

      Tanner stood in the doorway, his eyes hooded and almost

      angry. Unlike the day before in the park, Stacy's gaze didn't

      soften; this time his look was too foreboding, and she was too

      surprised to find him in Aunt Lucinda's home.

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      Stacy watched as his eyes traveled over her dress. It was

      the red velvet she'd brought from home. Without moving from

      the doorway, he spoke.

      "That color is dreadful on you."

      Stacy shrugged apologetically and glanced down at the

      skirt. "Aunt Lucinda doesn't care for it either."

      At the sound of her voice Tanner had to draw nearer; it was

      as though he had no choice. He stopped a foot away from her

      and, feeling mesmerized, just stared into her wide, blue eyes.

      Every woman who's ever meant anything to me has been

      full of lies and deceit, he thought. Can this sweetness in her be

      real, or does it only last as long as she gets her way?

      "I'm not the marrying kind, Stacy," Tanner told her without

      preamble.

      He spoke the words as though they'd been discussing the

      matter, but as abrupt as they seemed, Stacy wasn't surprised to

      hear them. She nodded, her eyes regretful but understanding.

      It was almost more than Tanner could take. He wanted her

      to show her true self, to yell at him or lash out, but instead she

      continued to offer him only sweet sensitivity.

      Suddenly his hands grasped her upper arms in a grip that

      was firm but not bruising. It was as if he needed to be touching

      her to make his point.

      "I'm not the marrying kind, Stacy, and your aunt is completely

      unreasonable."

      His grasp had brought her so close that Stacy could feel his

      breath. She should have felt frightened, but instead her heart

      turned over with love for him. Her voice told him as much.

      "I'm not sure what you want of me, but I must do as

      Lucinda asks. It's what my grandfather would wish." Stacy

      paused before going on, almost talking to herself. "July is

      already here. Just a few weeks now, and it will be time for me

      to go home. It will be easier then."

      Defeat Washed over Tanner. He hadn't really expected her

      to leave with him on the spot, but he had halfway hoped she

      would at least be open to some discussion. It never once

      occurred to him that she didn't even realize he wanted her for

      a mistress.

      Tanner didn't speak again. He felt he had said it all. As his

      hands slowly released her, his eyes moved slowly over her

      face, as if to memorize every detail of her lovely features.

      When his inspection was complete, he brushed a soft kiss

      across her lips, moved to the door without looking back, and

      walked away.

      Stacy found a chair and sat down hard Her eyes focused

      unseeingly on the book she'd dropped on the floor. She sat for

      the next hour and stared at it, wondering how she was ever

      going to get over Lord Tanner Richardson.

      Just four days before Stacy was to leave for Middlesbrough,

      she and Roddy took a long ride in the park. As they

      rode, Stacy would fall into moments of quiet contemplation.

      Roddy knew she was thinking of Tanner. He alone knew that

      she'd seen him in Lucinda's library. What Stacy didn't know

      was that Tanner had not given up that day. He'd been to see

      Lucinda twice more in an attempt to reason with her, explaining

      what a wonderful life he could offer Stacy.

      Amazingly, Lucinda had not been offended. She had confided

      in Roddy that she'd seen a certain vulnerability in

      Tanner, one that touched her heart and caused her to put aside

      her reservations. It was as though she understood him, when

      in fact, she should have been insulted that the man wanted

      Stacy for a mistress and not a wife. Roddy knew that she

      struggled with how closely he resembled Aubrey, but she had

      also admitted that although Aubrey was a rake, Tanner had

      shown no such signs.

      Roddy .knew her heart was softening, and he was rather

      fascinated by her handling of the whole affair. However, he

      also knew Lucinda would never settle for less than a proposal

      of marriage.

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      Roddy's musings were cut off suddenly when a stray dog

      rushed from the bushes and snapped at the heels of Stacy's

      mount. Roddy called for her to watch herself, but Stacy was

      obviously too preoccupied.

      Taken unawares, her horse pranced suddenly. Stacy lost

      the reins. She was groping frantically for control when the dog

      dashed forward again and the horse reared.

      Roddy watched in horror as Stacy was thrown. She landed

      hard on the grassy turf and lay still even as Roddy jumped

      from the back of his mount and rushed to her side. He heard

      the pounding of hooves, the rush of feet, and the sound of

      someone coming to subdue the dog and catch Stacy's horse,

      but Roddy's eyes never left her white face.

      "Stacy," he called urgently and placed a hand on her pale

      cheek. Roddy's heart pounded in fear when she did not respond

      The same heart leaped in relief when someone's hands

      joined his own. He watched as they probed gently about her

      head and neck.

      "We'll take her to Lady Brent's."

      Upon hearing that stern voice, Roddy's eyes snapped up.

      He shouldn't have been surprised. The Duke of Cambridge

      managed to appear wherever Stacy went. There was no thought

      of arguing with the younger man; all thoughts were for Stacy's

      welfare. And if Tanner's concerned face was any indication-- it looked carved from stone--she would receive the best of

      care.

      The next minutes passed in a flurry of activity as Tanner

      ordered a gawking youth to Featherstone to warn Andrea of

      their arrival. Roddy remounted and captured the reins of

      Stacy's horse while Tanner lifted Stacy in his arms and swung

      abroad his own horse. Featherstone was just moments away,

      but it felt like forever to Roddy.

      Stacy was unconscious through the transport and the summoning

      of the doctor and Aunt Lucinda. In fact nearly 30

      minutes passed before she opened painful eyes to find Tanner

      bending over her, Roddy hovering in the background

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      Lady Andrea was also in attendance, but Stacy did not notice

      her.

      "What's happened?" she whispered, her eyes on Tanner's

      face.

      "You were thrown from your horse. How do you feel?"

      She felt horrible but didn't answer. Her head was pounding

      and it hurt to blink, but Tanner was there and for the

      moment the pain didn't matter. He looked tired to her. Without

      thought of place or circumstances Stacy reached and

      tenderly brushed the dark hair from his brow.

      Tanner caught her hand and held it as though he were

      drowning. Roddy's gentle clearing of his throat reminded him

      they were not alone. After returning Stacy's hand to the coverlet,

      he stood and moved from her side. All of this was accomplished

      just before Lucinda swept into the room.

      T
    anner had little choice in the next minutes but to stand

      back and watch as Lucinda talked with Roddy, Andrea, and

      then the doctor when he arrived. Stacy lay silent during the

      proceedings, and when the doctor said she could be moved,

      Tanner held his place as Roddy saw her to Lucinda's waiting

      coach. Lucinda was on her way out when she stopped and

      turned back to the room. Andrea was by the sofa Stacy had just

      vacated, and Tanner was by the mantel, his look guarded

      "Thank you for seeing to Stacy," she began to Tanner, but

      had to stop and clear her throat. "She means more to me than I

      can say, and I am grateful for your assistance.

      "I am concerned, however, that she was seen on your

      horse. The gossip concerning your visits to the house has

      been swiftly escalating. As relieved as I am that she is going to

      be fine, I fear this latest incident will destroy what is left of

      Stacy's reputation.

      "Given a choice I would want you to repeat your actions in

      order to ensure her safety, but I find myself rather thankful

      that she is scheduled to leave for home in four days' time. She

      will be free from the gossiping tongues of London and hopefully

      put this painful time behind her."

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      The room was utterly silent when Lucinda left, Andrea was

      uncertain what she should do or say, and Tanner's face, although

      impassive, had drained of color during Lucinda's

      speech.

      Andrea knew all the signs--Tanner and Stacy were in love.

      Tanner, however, had worked at his reputation as a confirmed

      bachelor, and Stacy was as guileless a girl as Andrea had ever

      met. It wasn't very hard to see why Lucinda was worried about

      the relationship.

      Andrea searched for some words to take the pain from the

      young duke's eyes. When none came, she prayed. She was still

      praying when he thanked her kindly for her assistance and

      made his way for the door.

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      of London, he let down the wall for a brief look back and was

      stunned that the anguish of their affair could still cut so

      deeply.

      But in the midst of this agony he was amazed to see

      someone else's pain. He saw Stacy as she thudded to the

      ground from atop her horse, and then her eyes when they

      opened as she lay so pale on the couch at Featherstone. He'd

      known that her head hurt. Yet she made no word of complaint,

      only looked at him in tenderness before brushing the hair

      from his brow.

      Tanner's chest rose with a deep sigh. He was ready to

     


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