legitimate issue.' An acrid pause. 'You are my only heirs.'
The vast cultural chasm between them was revealed in its entirety at that moment. Had Lord Cavan bestowed such bounty on any other kind of man, it would have been received with nothing short of ecstasy. But presenting a pair of Roma with the prospect of lofty social status and vast material riches did not get Cavan the reaction he had anticipated.
Instead, they both appeared singularly-rather maddeningly-unimpressed.
Cavan spoke irritably to Kev. 'You are Viscount Mornington, inheritor of the Mornington estate in County Meath. Upon my death you will also receive Knotford Castle in Hillsborough, the Fairwall estate in County Down, and Watford Park in Hertfordshire. Does that mean anything to you?'
'Not really.'
'You are the last in line,' Cavan persisted, his voice sharpening, 'to a family that traces its origins to a thane created by Athelstan in the year 936. Moreover, you are the heir to an earldom of more distinguished lineage than three-quarters of all the peerages of the Crown. Have you nothing to say? Do you even understand the remarkable good fortune that has befallen you?'
Kev understood all of that. He also understood that an imperious old bastard who had once wanted him dead now expected him to fall over himself because of an unasked-for inheritance. 'Weren't you once searching for us with the intention of dispatching us like a pair of unwanted pups?'
Cavan scowled. 'That question has no relevance to the matter at hand.'
'That means yes,' Cam told Kev.
'Circumstances have altered,' Cavan said. 'You have become more useful to me alive than dead. A fact for which you should be appreciative.'
Kev was about to tell Cavan where he could shove his estates and titles when Cam shouldered Kev roughly aside.
'Excuse us,' Cam said over his shoulder to Cavan, 'while we have a brotherly chat.'
'I don't want to chat.' Kev muttered.
'For once would you listen to me?' Cam asked, his tone mild, his eyes narrowed. 'Just once?'
Folding his arms over his chest, Kev inclined his head.
'Before you toss him out on his withered old arse,' Cam said softly, 'you may want to consider a few points. First, he's not going to live long. Second, the tenants on the Cavan lands are probably in desperate need of decent management and help. There is much you could do for them, even if you choose to reside in England and oversee the Irish portion of the entailment from afar. Third, think about Win. She would have wealth and position. No one would dare slight a countess. Fourth, we apparently have a stepmother and three half sisters with no one to care for them after the old man turns up his toes. Fifth-'
'There's no need for fifth,' Kev said. 'I'll do it.'
'What?' Cam raised his brows. 'You agree with me?'
'Yes.'
All the points had been well-taken, but the mere mention of Win would have been enough. She would live better and be treated with far more respect as a countess than a Gypsy's wife.
The old man regarded Kev with a sour expression. 'You seem to be under the misapprehension that I was giving you a choice. I wasn't asking you for anything. I was informing you of your good fortune and your duty. Furthermore-'
'Well, it's all settled,' Cam interrupted hastily. 'Lord Cavan, you now have an heir and a spare. I propose that we all take leave of each other to contemplate our new circumstances. If it pleases you, my lord, we will meet again on the morrow to discuss the particulars.'
'Agreed.'
'May we offer you and your servants lodging for the night?'
'I have already arranged to bestow my company on
Lord and Lady Westcliff. No doubt you have heard of the earl. A most distinguished gentleman. I was acquainted with his father.'
'Yes,' Cam said gravely. 'We've heard of Westcliff.'
Cavan's lips thinned. 'I suppose it will fall to me to introduce you to him someday.' He slid a disdainful glance over both of them. 'If we can do something about your manner of dress and personal deportment. And your education. God help us all.' He snapped his fingers, and the two footmen swiftly collected the items they had brought in. Rising from the chair, Cavan allowed his coat to be draped over his narrow shoulders. With a morose shake of his head, he looked at Kev and muttered, 'As I frequently remind myself, you're better than nothing. Until tomorrow.'
The moment Cavan left the parlor, Cam went to the sideboard and poured two generous brandies. Looking bemused, he gave one to Kev. 'What are you thinking?' he asked.
'He seems like the kind of grandfather we'd have,' Kev said, and Cam nearly choked on his brandy as he laughed.
Much later that evening Win lay draped across Kev's chest, her hair streaming over him like trickles of moonlight. She was naked except for the coin necklace. Gently disentangling it from her hair, Kev pulled the necklace off and set it on the nightstand.
'Don't,' she protested.
'Why?'
'I like wearing it. It reminds me that I'm betrothed.'
'I'll remind you,' he murmured, rolling until she lay in the crook of his arm. 'As often as you need.'
She smiled up at him, touching the edges of his lips with exploring fingertips. 'Are you sorry that Lord Cavan found you, Kev?'
He kissed the delicate pads of her fingers as he pondered the question. 'No,' he said eventually. 'He's a bitter old cretin, and I wouldn't care to spend a great deal of time in his company. But now I have the answers to things I wondered about for my entire life. And…' he hesitated before admitting sheepishly, '… I wouldn't mind being the Earl of Cavan someday.'
'You wouldn't?' She regarded him with a quizzical grin.
Kev nodded. 'I think I might be good at it,' he confessed.
'So do I,' Win said in a conspiratorial whisper. 'In fact, I think a great many people will be surprised by your absolute brilliance at telling them what to do.'
Kev grinned and kissed her forehead. 'Did I tell you the last thing Cavan said before he left this evening? He said he frequently reminds himself that I'm better than nothing.'
'What a silly old windbag,' Win said, slipping her hand behind Kev's neck. 'And he's utterly wrong,' she added, just before their lips met. 'Because, my love, you're better than everything.'
For a long time afterward, there were no words.
Epilogue
According to the doctor, it had been the first delivery during which he had more concerns for the expectant father than the mother and infant.
Kev had conducted himself quite well during the majority of Win's confinement, though he had tended to overreact at times. The commonplace aches and twinges of pregnancy had caused nothing short of alarm, and there had been many a time that he had insisted on sending for the doctor for no good reason at all, despite Win's exasperated refusal.
But parts of it had been marvelous. The quiet evenings when Kev had rested beside her with his hands flattened on her stomach to feel the baby kicking. The summer afternoons when they had walked through Hampshire, feeling at one with nature and the life teeming everywhere. The unexpected discovery that marriage, rather than weighting their relationship with seriousness, had somehow given life a sense of lightness, of buoyancy.
