HE food was delicious, even in Reggie’s nervous state. She ate her fill of squab pie, rice pudding, and saffron cakes. There was a delicate wine, too. But once the distraction of dining was over, she went back to worrying.

Henri had brought her the food. He had put on a very rakish ruffled silk shirt; black breeches with high, wide-topped boots; and a long, coatlike vest. Good Lord, all he lacked was an earring. He had even shaved everything except his tightly curled mustache. Why?

What had she gotten herself into this time? Feminine clothes were laid out on the bed, brand-new from the look of them, silk robe, a more discreet linen nightgown, furry bedroom slippers, and, embarrassingly, underthings. On a vanity were toilet articles, brush, comb, a very expensive perfume, all new.

The young man had come in to start a fire for her early in the afternoon, and Artie stood guard at the door. He smiled timidly at her. She glared back frostily. She ignored the boy entirely.

It was night now, but she refused to make use of the large bed. She would stay awake all night if she had to, but she wouldn’t relax until she had met the captain and given him a piece of her mind.

She fed the fire with wood the boy had left her, then drew a chair up to it, tucking her feet beneath her dark blue velvet skirt. The room was warm and she began feeling sleepy.

She almost didn’t hear the key turning in the door. The sound made her stiffen, but she didn’t turn around. Damned if she would deign to notice either Artie or Henri.

“My son tells me you’re a raving beauty,” said a deep voice. “Let me see what has him so smitten. Present yourself, Lady Montieth.”

She stood and, very slowly, turned to look at him. Her eyes went wide in shock.

“Uncle James!”

“Regan?” they cried at once.

She recovered first. “Oh, uncle! You can’t mean to kidnap me for another three months of fun aboard the Maiden Anne? Don’t you think I’m a bit old for that now?”

Looking as confused as a man ever did, he held out his arms. “Come here, sweet, and give us a hug. My God, you really have turned into a raving beauty.”

She hugged him happily. “Well, it’s been three years, Uncle James, and I only saw you for an hour that time. It’s unfair, you know, having to sneak around to see my own uncle. Isn’t it time you made up with your brothers?”

“I might be willing,” he said quietly. “But I doubt they are, Regan.”

He had always liked being different, even to having his own special name for her. Her uncle, the pirate, had stolen her from under his brothers’ noses when they refused to allow him to see her. He’d taken her for a fabulous adventure aboard his ship, determined to have his rightful time with her. She had been twelve, and those incredible three months still lived vividly in her mind.

Of course, they both paid a price for it. James was already in disgrace for being a pirate. When he returned Reggie, all three brothers had thrashed him soundly for putting her in danger. He was disowned by all of them, even Tony, whom he’d always been so close to. James suffered over the rift, and Reggie suffered for being the cause of it. He never blamed her, but that only made her feel worse.

She pushed away from James and looked him over. He hadn’t changed very much in three years. He was still big and blond, as handsome as ever—and as outrageous. Look what he had done by bringing her there.

“I shouldn’t even speak to you,” she said sternly. “You gave me a terrible fright. You might at least have told your men to inform me it was the notorious Captain Hawke who was having me abducted.”

James exploded. “I’ll have their bloody hides, depend upon it! Damnation!” He threw open the door and bellowed, “Artie!… Henri!”

“Uncle, no,” Reggie protested.

James’ rages weren’t like Tony’s. Tony could be talked around. Even Jason, a stubborn bull when he was angry, could be talked to. But James Malory was frightening. Though his anger had never been directed at her, she feared it.

“Uncle James,” she said, “the men were really very gentle with me, and they saw diligently to my comfort. I wasn’t frightened,” she lied.

“A mistake has been made, Regan, and I’ll accept no excuses for it.”

A black brow rose sharply. “You mean I wasn’t supposed to be brought here?”

“Of course not. I would have come to see you before I left England again. I wouldn’t have brought you to me—certainly not in this fashion.”

The two miscreants appeared in the doorway just then, uneasy under James’ cold stare. “You wanted us, Cap’n?”

“Do you know who you have brought me?” James asked softly. It was his unpredictable tone.

Henri divined the trouble first. “The wrong lady?”

“May I present gentlemen”—James extended an arm toward Reggie, exploded—“my niece!”

“Merde!”

“Yeah,” Artie breathed.

Another man appeared in the doorway. “What the devil are you shouting about, Hawke?”

“Connie!” Reggie cried in delight, and rushed into his arms.

This was the man who had taught her to fence, to climb to the crow’s nest, even to sail the ship when her uncle wasn’t looking. Conrad Sharpe, James’ closest friend in childhood, was now first mate on the Maiden Anne. A more roguish, though lovable pirate had never lived.

“Is that you, little squirt?” Conrad bellowed. “Damn me, if it isn’t!” He hugged her close.

“It’s been years and years!”

“Hasn’t it though?” Conrad chuckled. Finally he caught sight of James’ scowling face and cleared his throat. “I, ah—I don’t think you’re supposed to be here, Regan.”

“So I gather.” She turned back to James. “Well, uncle, here are the scoundrels. Will you have them flogged for this dastardly mistake? If so, I want to watch.”

“Regan!”

“You’re not going to?” She glanced at her abductors. “Well, gentlemen, you are indeed fortunate my uncle is in such a charitable mood. He’s letting you off light. I would have taken the skin from your backs, to be sure.”

“All right, Regan, you win,” James relented, nodding curtly for Artie and Henri to leave.

“She hasn’t changed at all, has she, Hawke?” Conrad chuckled when the door closed behind the two kidnappers.

“Cunning little baggage,” James grumbled.

Reggie grinned at them both. “But aren’t you glad to see me?”

“Let me think about it.”

“Uncle James!”

“Of course, sweet.” James gave her his open smile, the one reserved for those he loved. “But you really have stirred up a problem here. I was expecting someone else, and now I suppose the watch will be up at Silverley.”

“Do you want to tell me what that is all about?” she asked him.

“Nothing that concerns you, Regan.”

“Don’t put me off, uncle. I’m not a child anymore, you know.”

“So I see.” He grinned. “Look at her, Connie. She’s the very image of my sister, isn’t she?”

“And to think she could have been my daughter,” Conrad said wistfully.

“Oh, Connie, you too?” Reggie asked softly.

“Everyone loved your mother, squirt, even me,” Conrad admitted gruffly.

“Is that why you took me under your wing?”

“Never think it. You wormed your way into my heart all on your own.”

“Then maybe you’ll tell me what this is all about?”

“No, squirt.” Connie shook his head, grinning at James. “This is all his doing. If you mean to ferret out what you want to know, turn those big blues on him.”

“Uncles James?”

“It’s… some unfinished business I have here. Nothing for you to fret about.”

“But isn’t the Countess a bit old for you?”

“It’s not like that, Regan,” James protested. “And what the devil do you mean, old?”

“Well, she’s not really ancient-old, I suppose,” Reggie corrected herself. “She takes very good care of herself, too. But what business can you have with her?”

“Not her. Her husband.”

“He’s dead.”

“Dead? Dead!” James looked at Connie. “Damnation! He can’t be dead!”

Reggie looked at Connie, bewildered. “He had a score to settle, squirt, ” Connie explained. “Now it looks like fate has intervened.”

“When did he die?” James asked harshly. “How?”

Reggie was becoming concerned. “Well, I don’t actually know how. It’s been quite a few years though.”

James’ look of fury turned to one of surprise. Then both men began to laugh, confounding Reggie further. “Ah, sweet, you had me going there,” James chuckled. “But I don’t believe we are thinking about the same man. It’s the young Viscount I want.”

“Nicholas Eden?” she cried.

“Now you have it. Do you know him?”

“Very well,” she said.

“Then perhaps you can tell me where he is. Lord knows no one else can. I’ve looked everywhere. I swear the lad is hiding from me—and with good reason.”

“Good God!” Reggie gasped. “You had me kidnapped as a lure to bring Nicholas to you, didn’t you?”

“Not you, sweet,” James assured her. “Those idiots thought you were Eden’s wife.”

Reggied moved closer to Conrad, took a long breath, and then said hesitantly, “Uncle James, your men didn’t make a mistake.”

“They—”

“—didn’t make a mistake,” she finished. “I am Nicholas’ wife.”

The tense silence that followed wracked everyone’s nerves. James stiffened. Conrad put a protective arm around Reggie, and together they waited for the explosion. Before it came, the door opened and the young man leaned in. “Henri just told me she’s my cousin? Is it true?”

James glowered. “Not now, Jeremy!” The boy flinched.

“No! Don’t go. Jeremy.” Reggie caught the boy’s hand and pulled him into the room. “Uncle James is angry with me, not with you.”

“I am not angry with you, Regan.” He tightly controlled his voice.

“You were going to yell at me.”

“I was not going to yell at you!” he exploded.

“Well, that’s a relief,” Reggie said.

James opened his mouth, clamped it shut, and sighed with exasperation. His eyes met Conrad’s and the message was clearly, You handle her. I give up.

Conrad made the introductions. “Jeremy Malory, Lady Regina Mal—ah, Eden, Countess of Montieth.”

“Hell’s bells!” Jeremy grinned. “So that’s why his temper’s flown.”

“Yes, I don’t think he likes… well, never mind.” She grinned up at the handsome young man whose coloring was exactly the same as hers. “I didn’t get a good look at you before. Heavens, you look exactly like your Uncle Tony when he was younger.” She turned toward James. “Were you going to keep him a secret forever, uncle?”

“There’s no secret,” James said gruffly.

“The family doesn’t know.”

“I only found out five years ago. And I haven’t exactly been on speaking terms with my brothers since then.”

“You could have told me when I last saw you.”

“There wasn’t time to go into it then, Regan. ‘By the way, I have a son.’ You would have plagued me with your endless questions, and Jason would have sent the servants out to hunt you down and find me.”

“I suppose. But how did you find him? It was five years ago?”

“A little less than that actually,” he replied. “And we just bumped into each other in a tavern where he was working.”

“You should have seen your uncle’s face, squirt, when he saw the boy.” Conrad smiled, remembering. “He knew the boy looked familiar, yet he didn’t quite know why. And Jeremy couldn’t take his eyes off him either.”

“I recognized him, you see,” Jeremy put in.

“I’d never actually seen him before, but my mum described him to me so often I would have known him anywhere. I finally got up the nerve to ask him right out if he was James Malory.”

“You can imagine the reaction,” Conrad said gleefully. “Everyone on the waterfront knew him only as Captain Hawke, and here was this half-pint lad calling him by his real name. And then, to top it, he says he’s his son! Hawke wasn’t laughing along with me, though. He took in the boy’s coloring, asked him some questions, and damned if he wasn’t the proud papa overnight.”

“So I have a new cousin, one nearly full grown.” Reggie grinned. “Oh, this is famous. Welcome to the family, Jeremy.”

He was nearly as tall as his father, which was much taller than Reggie. She leaned up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and was surprised by the exuberant hug that squeezed her breathless. The boy wouldn’t let go.

“That’s enough, Jeremy. Jeremy!”

The lad stepped back. “Can cousins marry?” he asked.

Conrad guffawed. James scowled. Reggie blushed. Now she understood the motive behind that hug.

“Another rake in the family, Uncle James?” she said wryly.

“So it would seem,” James sighed. “And learning all the tricks too early.”

“He only follows your example,” Conrad put in smoothly.

“Well, he’s off to bed now.”

“Hell’s bells,” Jeremy protested.

“Do it,” James ordered sternly. “You can see more of your cousin in the morning if you can mind your manners and remember she’s your cousin, not some tavern wench.”

After that set-down the boy might have been expected to leave shamefaced. Not Jeremy. He grinned roguishly at Reggie and winked.

“I’ll dream of you, sweet Regan, tonight and every night hereafter.”

She nearly laughed. The audacity! She gave him a pert look and said, “Don’t be obnoxious, cousin. You held me close enough to tell I’m very much married.”

Reggie groaned, damning her heedless tongue. Jeremy cast one look at his father and ran for the door. She steeled herself, sure James had taken her meaning quite clearly.

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

“Damnation take him! How did this come about, Regan? How the devil did you come to marry that—that—”

“You sound as bad as Tony,” she cut him short. “You each want a piece of Nicholas. So find him, divide him up between you, cut him into pieces, shoot him, kill him. What do I care? He’s only my husband and the father of my child.”

“Easy, squirt,” Conrad said softly. “Your uncle gave up his plans for the lad the moment he learned you were married to him.”

“What plans?” she demanded. “What is this all about, Uncle James?”

“It’s a long story, sweet, and—”

“Please don’t treat me like a child again, Uncle James.”

“Very well,” he said. “The short of it is I thrashed him soundly for some insults he had dealt me. For this I ended up in jail.”

“And nearly hanged,” Conrad added.

“No,” Reggie gasped, “I can’t believe Nicholas—”

“He gave Hawke’s name to the authorities, squirt. The Maiden Anne might not fly the Jolly Roger anymore, but England never forgets. Hawke was tried for piracy. He managed to escape, no thanks to Montieth.”

“You see why the lads were careful not to mention my name in front of you,” James said. “I had to arrange my death; otherwise I would have had to leave England immediately. I’m sorry, Regan,” he added gently. “I would have preferred you didn’t now what kind of mess your husband has been involved in.”

“Don’t apologize, uncle,” Reggie said tightly. “It only amazes me how often I am reminded of how wrong I was about him. I just don’t understand how I could have fooled myself into thinking I loved him.”

“Don’t you?”

“No. And don’t look at me that way. I really don’t love him.”

“Does she protest too much, Hawke?” Conrad grinned.

“Uh, you think so?” Reggie said heatedly. “Well, would you love a wife that deserted you the very day she married you? I will never forgive him, never. Even if he didn’t want to marry me, even if he felt justified in leaving, he’s hateful for not… well, he’s simply hateful.”

The two men exchanged a glance. “Where is he?” asked her uncle.

“He left England. He couldn’t even stand to be in the same country with me.”

“He has estates elsewhere?”

She shrugged, lost in her own misery once again. “He once mentioned owning property in the West Indies, but I don’t know if he went there. What does it matter? He has no intention of coming back. He made that perfectly—”

She stopped as a commotion started downstairs. James nodded to Conrad to see what it was. The moment Conrad opened the door it was clear the scuffle was going on nearer than the floor below. James followed Conrad out, Reggie right behind the men.

A fight was taking place on the stairs, between Henri and— Tony? Good Lord, it was Tony! Artie already lay sprawled at the bottom of the stairs. Henri was about to join him there.

Reggie pushed her way between James and Conrad. “Tony, stop!”

Anthony saw her and let go of Henri, who slumped down onto the steps.

“So I was right!” Tony glared, seeing his brother. “You didn’t learn your lesson the last time you ran off with her, did you, James?”

“May I ask how you found us?” James inquired with profound calm.

“You may not!” Anthony retorted.

“Tony, you don’t understand—” she began.

“Reggie!”

She gritted her teeth. Tony was so stubborn. This was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. The brothers were together, and it was a chance for them to mend their rift. But if Tony wanted only to drag her straight out of here, how could she get him to calm down and talk to James?

“Ohhhh!” Reggie gripped James’ arm with one hand and her belly with the other, doubling over as if in pain. “I feel… ohhhh! Too much… excitement. A bed, uncle. Get me to a bed.”

James lifted her gently in his arms. He didn’t speak, but he did give her a doubtful look when his eye caught hers. Reggie ignored this and groaned again, quite effectively.

Jeremy came running down the hall toward them, tucking an open shirt into his trousers, both donned hastily. “What happened? What’s wrong with Regan?” No one answered him as James and Conrad hurried back to the bedroom with Reggie. “Who are you?” Jeremy demanded as Anthony barged past him to follow the others.

Anthony stopped cold. He’d given the boy only a glance, but it was enough. It was like looking into a mirror of the past. “Who the bloody hell are you?”

Conrad laughed and came out of the bedroom. “He’s not yours, if that’s what you’re thinking, Sir Anthony. But he’s family, all right. James’ boy.”

Jeremy covered Anthony’s gasp of surprise with his own gasp. “Uncle Tony? Hell’s bells! I thought I’d never get to meet any of my father’s kin, but here’s Regan first, and now you, and all in one night.” He grabbed Anthony in a bear hug that damned near knocked the breath out of him. Tony gripped the boy’s wide shoulders then and returned the hug, surprising Conrad. “Don’t go away, youngun,” he said gruffly before moving on to the bedroom.

Seeing Reggie stretched out on the bed, James beside her, Tony’s fury returned. “Confound you, James! Have you no bloody sense a’tall, dragging her around in her condition?”

“He didn’t drag me,” Reggie protested.

“Don’t lie for me, sweet,” James admonished her gently. He rose and faced his younger brother, “You are quite correct, Tony. If I had any sense, I’d have found out who Montieth’s new wife was before I had her brought here to flush him out.”

Tony looked bewildered, then exasperated. “A mistake?”

“A colossal one.”

“That’s still no excuse,” Tony grumbled.

“Agreed.”

“Will you stop agreeing with me!”

James chuckled. “You don’t need an excuse to have a go at me, if that’s what you’re itching to do, brother.”

“Don’t do it, Uncle Tony,” Jeremy said as he entered the room. “I would hate to have a row with you when I’ve only just met you.”

“He’s very protective of his old man,” Conrad put in. “Thinks his father can’t manage on his own anymore after the grueling exercise Montieth put him through.”

“I thought I told you to go to bed, Jeremy.” But James’ scowl was directed at his first mate.

“I thought you said you thrashed Nicholas, Uncle James,” Reggie said.

“Oh, he did, squirt.” Conrad grinned. “He walked away from the encounter—just barely, mind you—whereas your husband, no doubt, did not.”

“No doubt?” she echoed. Conrad shrugged. “We left while he was still out.”

“You mean,” she demanded furiously, “you abandoned him when he was hurt?”

Conrad and James flinched. “He got help quickly enough, Regan, fast enough to land me in jail within the hour.”

“What’s this?” Anthony cried.

“Oh, the story should delight you, Tony,” Reggie said crossly. “It seems you’re not the only one who wants my husband’s blood.”

Anthony frowned. “I thought you were done defending that blackguard?”

“I am,” she replied stiffly. “But he’s mine to deal with, not yours. I don’t need my uncles interfering when I am perfectly capable of making Nicholas Eden regret returning to England, if he ever does.”

“That sounds ominous enough,” Anthony agreed.

“Doesn’t it though?” James smiled. “I almost wish he would return to her.”

“Famous!” Reggie snapped. “I’m so glad you two have something in common again.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, puss,” Anthony warned her. “I don’t associate with pirates who abscond with children.”

“Oh, bother, Tony,” Reggie said irritably. “That was years ago. Let go of it, do.”

“Who are you calling a pirate?” Jeremy demanded belligerently.

“Your father is a pirate,” Anthony said reasonably.

“He’s not! Not anymore!”

Anthony looked to James for clarification, but James stubbornly refused to explain himself. It was Conrad who said, “The Maiden Anne retired soon after Jeremy joined the crew. We couldn’t very well raise the lad on board a ship, could we? The only voyages she makes now, aside from a few voyages back here to the homeland, are to take our crops to market. We’ve become planters in the islands.”

“Is it true, James?” a quiet voice spoke behind them in the doorway.

“Uncle Jason!” Reggie cried, seeing her oldest uncle. Jason looked distinctly menacing in a great-tiered Garrick, and his scowl matched his costume.

“Ah, I’m sorry, James,” Anthony offered.

“Forgot to tell you the elders were close behind me.”

“Not close enough,” Edward puffed breathlessly as he appeared in the doorway next to Jason. “And you didn’t have to rush off ahead of us, Anthony. Nice place you found here, James. What’s it costing you?”

“Still the businessman first and last, eh, Edward?” James grinned. Then he said, “Would you mind telling me how the devil you found me? Let alone how you knew I was in England.”

“Anthony’s doing,” Edward replied. “Saw a sketch Reggie drew. Stopped by when he got back to London this morning to let me know how she was getting on, and it came to him then where he had seen one of the fellows in the sketch. One of your crew when you first bought the Maiden Anne, he remembered. Jason had just come in from Haverston, and he figured out the rest.”

“But how did you know to look here?”

“Easy,” Edward answered. “This is the nearest port. I thought just maybe you were brazen enough to bring your ship into harbor here.”

“Not that brazen,” James replied, stung. “She’s waiting off the coast.”

“Then that’s why we couldn’t find her. Of course, Anthony isn’t one to give up easily. We spent the rest of the afternoon making inquiries from one end of town to the other. Finally lucked onto a gent who had seen you coming and going from this renter.”

“And now what?” James inquired, looking directly at Jason. “Am I to receive a measure from each of you again?”

“Of course not, Uncle James,” Reggie answered quickly. “I’m sure they are willing to forget the past if you are. After all, you have given up pirating. You’ve settled down, and you have a fine son. I know they will want to welcome him into our family.”

“A son!”

“Me,” Jeremy said proudly, looking at Jason and Edward from across the room.

Reggie continued before her older uncles could recover, “I really don’t think I can manage any more excitement today. Why, I could very well lose my baby if—”

“Baby!”

“Why, Tony, didn’t you tell them?” Reggie asked in all innocence.

“Very nicely done, puss.” Anthony grinned at her. “And I see you have recovered from your earlier upset.”

“I just needed to lie down for a few moments.”

He shook his head. “Well, I think you can safely leave us alone now to kiss and make up. Run along and find yourself a cup of tea or something. And take my new nephew with you.”

“Uncle Jason?” She didn’t have to be specific. He nodded. He was wearing his harmless scowl now, so it was all right. “Go on, Reggie. A man can’t get a thing said when you’re in the room.”

Reggie smiled triumphantly and hugged James. “Welcome back to the family, Uncle James.”

“Regan, my sweet, don’t ever change.”

“As if you four would let me change without your approval!” She hooked her arm through Jeremy’s. “Come along, cousin. Your father will tell them all about you, and you can tell me all about yourself.”

“I had best go with them,” Conrad said, and did.

As the three left, they heard behind them, “You still have to be different, don’t you, James?” This was Jason. “Her name isn’t Regan!”

“It isn’t Reggie either! And anyway she’s outgrown Reggie. Regan is more suitable for a grown woman.”

“It sounds to me like you failed to get them to make up,” Jeremy said to her.

“Stuff,” Reggie giggled. “Tell him, Connie.”

“She’s right, lad,” Conrad said as he escorted the two down the hall. “They wouldn’t be happy unless they were arguing about something.”

“So just think how happy you’ve made them, Jeremy,” Reggie added sagely. “Now they can disagree over your upbringing, too.”