The Lion's Lady

Rhone caught the action. 'Is your leg bothering you?' he asked, frowning with concern. 'Or is it your intention to get sotted?'

'I never get sotted,' Lyon remarked. 'The leg is healing,' he added with a shrug, giving his friend a roundabout answer.

'You came away lucky this time, Lyon,' Rhone said. 'You're going to be out of commission for a good six months, maybe more. Thank God for that,' he added. 'Richards would have you back in jeopardy tomorrow if he could have his way. I do believe it was a blessing your ship was destroyed. You can't very well go anywhere until you build another.'

'I knew the risks,' Lyon answered. 'You don't like Richards, do you, Rhone?'

'He never should have sent you on that last little errand, my friend.'

'Richards places government business above personal concerns.'

'Above our personal concerns, you mean to say,' Rhone corrected. 'You really should have gotten out when I did. If you weren't so vital to-'

'I've quit, Rhone.'

His friend couldn't contain his astonishment. Lyon knew he should have waited to give him the news, for there was a real concern Rhone would let out a shout. 'Don't look so stunned, Rhone. You've been after me to retire for a good while now.'

Rhone shook his head. 'I've been after you because I'm your friend and very likely the only one who cares what happens to you,' he said. 'Your special talents have kept you doing your duty longer than a normal man could stand. God's truth, I wouldn't have had the stomach for it. Do you really mean it? You've actually retired? Have you told Richards?'

Rhone was speaking in a furious whisper. He watched Lyon intently.

'Yes, Richards knows. He isn't too pleased.'

'He'll have to get used to it,' Rhone muttered. He raised his glass in salutation. 'A toast, my friend, to a long life. May you find happiness and peace. You deserve a bit of both, Lyon.'

Since Lyon 's glass was empty, he didn't share in the toast. He doubted Rhone 's fervent wish would come true anyway. Happiness-in sporadic doses, of course-was a true possibility. But peace… no, the past would never allow Lyon to find peace. Why, it was as impossible a goal as love. Lyon accepted his lot in life. He had done what he believed was necessary, and part of his mind harbored no guilt. It was only in the dark hours of the night, when he was alone and vulnerable, that the faces from the past came back to haunt him. No, he'd never find peace. The nightmares wouldn't let him.

'You're doing it again,' Rhone announced, nudging Lyon 's arm to gain his attention.

'Doing what?'

'Frowning all the ladies out of the room.'

'It's good to know I've still got the ability,' Lyon drawled.

Rhone shook his head. 'Well, are you going to frown all night?'

'Probably.'

'Your lack of enthusiasm is appalling. I'm in a wonderful mood. The new season always stirs my blood. Your sister must also be eager for all the adventures,' he added. 'Lord, it's difficult to believe the little brat has finally grown up.'

'Diana is excited,' Lyon admitted. 'She's old enough to start looking for a husband.'

'Is she still… spontaneous? It's been over a year now since I last saw her.'

Lyon smiled over Rhone 's inept description of his sister's conduct. 'If you mean to ask me if she still charges into situations without showing the least amount of restraint, then yes, she's still spontaneous.'

Rhone nodded. He looked around the room, then let out a sigh. 'Just think of it. A fresh crop of beautiful ladies waiting to be sampled. In truth, I thought their mamas would have made them stay home, what with Jack and his band of robbers still on the prowl.'

'I heard the thieves visited Wellingham last week,' Lyon commented.

'Caused quite a stir,' Rhone interjected with a true grin. 'Lady Wellingham took to her bed after making the vow she wasn't going to get up until her emeralds were recovered. An odd reaction, to my way of thinking, when you consider how much thieving her husband does at the gambling tables. The man's a flagrant cheat.'

'I understand Jack only robbed the Wellinghams. Is it true he left the guests alone?'

Rhone nodded. 'Yes. The man obviously was in a hurry.'

'Seems to me he's aching to get caught,' Lyon said.

'I don't agree,' Rhone answered. 'Thus far, he's only stolen from those who I think needed a good set down. I actually admire the man.'

When Lyon gave him a puzzling look, Rhone hastened to change the topic. 'The ladies would approach us if you'd smile. Then you might begin to enjoy yourself.'

'I think you've finally lost your mind. How can you pretend to enjoy this farce?'

'There are those who think you've lost your mind, Lyon. It's a fact you've been secluded from the ton too long.'

'And it's a fact you've endured one too many seasons,' Lyon answered. 'Your mind has turned to mush.'

'Nonsense. My mind turned to mush years ago when we drank sour gin in school together. I really do enjoy myself, though. You would, too, if you'd only remember this is all just a game.'

'I don't play games,' Lyon said. 'And war is a better description for this scene.'

Rhone laughed, loud enough to draw curious stares. 'Tell me this, friend. Are we pitted against the ladies, then?'

'We are.'

'And what is their quest? What do they hope to gain if they conquer us?'

'Marriage, of course.'

'Ah,' Rhone replied, dragging out the sound. 'I suppose they use their bodies as their weapons. Is it their battle plan to make us so glazed with lust we'll offer anything?'

'It's all they have to offer,' Lyon answered.

'Good Lord, you are as jaded as everyone says. I worry that your attitude will rub off on me.'

Rhone shuddered as he spoke, but the effect was ruined by his grin.

'You don't appear to be too concerned,' Lyon remarked dryly.

'These ladies are only after marriage, not our lives,' Rhone said. 'You don't have to play the game if you don't want to. Besides, I'm only an insignificant earl. You, on the other hand, must certainly marry again if the line is to continue forward.'

'You know damn well I'm never going to marry again.'

Lyon answered. His voice had turned as hard as the marble he was leaning against. 'Drop this subject, Rhone. I've no sense of humor when it comes to the issue of marriage.'

'You've no sense of humor at all,' Rhone pronounced in such a cheerful tone of voice Lyon couldn't help but grin.

Rhone was about to continue his list of Lyon 's other faults when a rather attractive redheaded lady happened to catch his concentration. He gave her his full attention until he spotted Lyon 's little sister making her way over to them.

'Better get rid of your frown,' Rhone advised. 'Diana's coming over. Lord, she just elbowed the Countess Seringham.'

Lyon sighed, then forced a smile.

When Diana came to an abrupt stop in front of her brother, her short-cropped brown curls continued to float around her cherublike face. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. 'Oh, Lyon, I'm so happy to see you smiling. Why, I do believe you're enjoying yourself.'

She didn't wait for her brother to reply to her observation but turned to curtsy in front of Rhone. 'It's so good to see you again,' she said, sounding quite breathless.

Rhone inclined his head in greeting.

'Isn't it remarkable I was able to plead Lyon into coming this evening? He really doesn't like parties very much, Rhone.'