Claire was young and healthy, and quick to recover. Several weeks after Alexa’s birth, she brought up the subject of godparents at breakfast one morning.

“I would like to have Lexie christened soon, Gray.”

He took a sip of coffee. “Have you anyone in mind as godparents?”

“I thought perhaps Penelope and Theo.”

He was silent for a moment. “You and Penelope are like sisters, are you not?”

“Indeed.” She wiped her fingers on her napkin and smiled, thinking of Penelope and Theo and little Merry. How lovely it would be if Merry and Lexie grew to share such closeness.

She looked at Gray. “Do you object?”

“No. I, too, think Penelope a good choice for godmother. But as godfather, I would prefer to ask Clive.”

“The duke?” Her voice was clipped.

“Just as Penelope is your greatest friend,” he said quietly, “so is Clive to me.”

Claire didn’t want to argue. “Pray do not be difficult, Gray.”

“Difficult? I’m being difficult because I prefer Clive?” He confronted her with a cool stare. “One might say you were being difficult by refusing my choice.”

“I do not refuse. I merely prefer to have Theo.”

“Claire”—his tone was implicitly polite—“it is only fair that you should choose Alexa’s godmother. Therefore, I think it equally fair that I should choose her godfather.”

“Gray, I do not want to argue—”

“Then do not.” His jaw was tight. He looked at her. “Why do you object to Clive?”

She glared at him. “Since you ask, I’ll tell you. I do not like the man. He is arrogant. He is a rake and a womanizer.”

“The very kind of man that I was called. How very revealing. I expect it’s good for one to know what one’s wife thinks of one.” She heard the bite beneath the words.

“He is not the kind of man I want to godfather my child.”

“Yet Penelope chose me as godfather to her child.” His tone was less than pleasant. He dropped his napkin on the table. “I might point out, Claire, it’s quite a privilege for an infant to have a duke stand as godfather.”

She couldn’t quibble with that. And it appeared that Gray was set.

“Very well, then. May I have your permission to set the date the Sunday after next, provided it is agreeable to Penelope and the duke?”

His tone was short. “Certainly.”

It was not a good way to begin the day. Claire rose to her feet. “If you will forgive me, I am going to look in on Lexie.”

“Perhaps I should mention, Claire, I think she should be moved to the nursery.”

“What! Why?”

“I don’t believe that a child should occupy the parents’ bedchamber beyond the first few weeks. I think it’s best for the child.” He sat back.

“Then I will have her in my room. In any case, I think it’s time I go back to my suite.”

“I think not.”

“I beg your pardon?” Claire couldn’t believe her ears.

Gray had risen to his feet now as well. He towered above her. She hated that it made her feel distinctly at a disadvantage.

“I’ve been meaning to discuss our sleeping arrangements, Claire. You’ve slept these many nights without me in my bed. It’s time that changed.”

“We didn’t sleep together before Lexie was born! Why should we now?” The words were fairly flung at him. There was no time to think, to reason.

“I don’t want the guests to know that we sleep apart.”

“The christening won’t be for several weeks, provided everyone is able!”

His jaw clenched. “Nonetheless, those are my wishes.”

“You are ordering me to sleep with you?” Claire began to tremble.

“I am not ordering you. I am asking.”

“Asking! You are not!”

His eyes narrowed. They shone like fierce blue fire, but his expression was glacial. “I don’t believe you found it as unpleasant as you pretend, my lady. If that were the case, we would not be wed. We would certainly never have conceived a child together.”

“Don’t do this, Gray.” Her eyes were huge, her voice half choked. “I beg of you, please do not. After Lexie is christened, let me go back to Wildewood. Surely you agree it would be best—”

“I do not,” he stated flatly.

Desperation filled her. “You do this only to spite me!”

“You are mistaken, Claire. There is no spite in my heart.”

“You have no heart!”

She turned away then. The last thing she wanted was for him to glimpse her tears.

The gulf between them yawned wider than ever.

Claire knew no peace. The first night that Gray walked into the bedroom, Claire was pulling on her dressing gown. She was sorely tempted to take a blanket and pillow and sleep on the chaise lounge. His closed expression nixed the idea.

An arm’s length was between them. They slept together . . . yet slept apart, and the distance between them was never greater.

Rosalie woke her when Lexie was hungry at night. Claire slipped out to the nursery to feed her. If Gray noted her absence, he said nothing.

They shared meals. Small talk was the only discourse between them.

Several days before the christening, Penelope, Theo, and little Merriweather arrived. The moment the carriage rolled to a halt, Penelope was out the door and running up the wide stone steps. Claire was already standing at the top.

“Claire!”

“Pen!” Claire was half laughing, half crying. “Oh, Pen, I’ve missed you dreadfully!”

“And I you.”

By now both Gray and Theo were observing the reunion between their wives. They shook hands. Theo laughed.

“They’ve been this way since they were a mere twelve years old.”

“Ten.” Penelope wrinkled her nose at her husband.

“I second that!” Claire raised a hand. “Now, let me see Merry.”

“And Lexie.”

“Lexie just woke from her nap.”

A nurse stood nearby holding Merry. Claire squealed and eased Merry into her arms. “I cannot believe how she’s grown!” Claire marveled. “Come, let’s be off to the nursery.”

The two men were left looking at each other.

“Time to adore the little ones,” Theo said dryly. “I doubt we’ll be seeing them for some time.”

“Indeed,” said Gray. “You’ve come a long way. You must be thirsty.”

“Parched, actually.”

“I have an excellent bottle of Bordeaux I’ve been saving. What do you say?”

“Sounds just the thing.”

As it happened, roughly an hour later Clive arrived—and Charlotte as well.

The next day, the men went out shooting while the women spent much of the day walking, talking, and playing with the little ones. Merry was a bubbly child who was learning to walk, and she put on quite the show. Claire decided she couldn’t wait until the day Lexie began to walk. She ignored the niggling little voice in her mind that asked where she would be on that day—here at Brightwood or at Wildewood?

Several other guests arrived the next day. Lexie’s christening was set for nine o’clock on the following morning.

Claire thought Lexie looked beautiful in her silk and lace christening gown and bonnet. She was a perfect angel until the minister blessed her with holy water. It seemed Lexie wasn’t fond of the little shower.

After the ceremony, Clive picked up Lexie. “I hope you don’t mind if I hold her,” he told Claire. “I think my goddaughter and I should get acquainted.”

“But of course.” Claire wanted to snatch her child back. She was cordial, hiding her distaste. It didn’t set well when Clive put her over his shoulder, quite content.

Oh, yes, Clive proved quite the charmer. Even her daughter seemed enamored of the lout!

Several mornings later, when Charlotte and Pen and her family gathered to leave, Claire genuinely hated to see them go. Charlotte kissed her with tears in her eyes.

“Invite me back soon, my child.”

“You do not need an invitation to see your granddaughter—or me.” Claire laughed, then they embraced. “Hurry back,” she urged. “Your granddaughter will be eager to see you.”

Theo and Penelope were next. Claire kissed Merry, hugged Theo, and turned to Pen, whose eyes were overflowing.

“Pen! Don’t! You’ll have me blubbering as well.”

The previous day, the two of them had talked long into the night. Though Claire was guarded about her marriage to Gray, she was aware that Penelope knew her too well not to sense it. Penelope did not push her, and for that she was grateful. It was silly, but somehow it hurt to see Theo and Pen so happy and content.

“You know me too well, Pen.”

“Lovely as your home is, you won’t bury her here in the country forever, will you?” Penelope teased Gray. “You’ll bring her up to Town?”

Gray slid an arm around Claire. “You may count on it,” he said smoothly.

He kept his arm around her until the dust from the last carriage faded from view. Then his arm fell away.

An empty hollow filled her breast. All at once she realized she’d never felt so alone.

Clive’s departure was planned for shortly after luncheon. He had business at a nearby estate. Claire saw him leave the dining room, headed toward the stairs.

“Your Grace!” she called.

He turned. “Clive to you, my lady.”

“Very well, then . . . Clive, I would like the opportunity to speak with you for a moment.” Claire reached him and touched his sleeve. “May we? There’s no one in the music room.” She opened the door.

Clive followed, a bit wary. He was aware that new godfather to her daughter or not, Claire tolerated his presence. She had no liking for him.

Claire closed the door after them. She indicated a nearby chair. “Please sit.”

“I prefer to stand. This won’t take long, will it?”

“I expect not. No doubt you are curious.” She gathered her hands before her; she was nervous.

“I—would like to talk to you about the day my brother—Oliver—died. Were you Gray’s second?”

Clive was even more wary. “I was. What of it?”

“I want what happened to be clear in my mind. There are . . . several things I must know—”

“Perhaps you should ask your husband.”

“I have,” Claire said quietly. “We—my father and I—were never told that Oliver shot Gray. But I’ve seen the scars. When I asked him about it, he said only that shots were exchanged, first Gray, then Oliver . . . and, oh, I cannot explain it! But I think there is something more.” Wide eyes met his. “Will you tell me, Clive? Will you tell me what happened?”

Clive hesitated. Apparently Gray did not want his wife to know the truth of what happened. Yet he couldn’t lie either.

“Very well, then.”

“Gray said they chose seven paces,” Claire said. “Upon completing them, they each turned. There was an exchange of fire. Gray said that—he fired. That Oliver had no choice but to fire in return.” Her eyes never wavered. “Is that what happened?”

Clive hesitated. “In a manner of sorts,” he said slowly.

“So it happened exactly as Gray told me?”

Clive held silent.

Claire was beginning to tremble. “No, then,” she whispered. She clasped her hands imploringly. “Clive, please! Please tell me the truth.”

“You won’t want to know.”

“That’s what Gray said! But you’re wrong, both of you. I have to know what happened that day! I need the truth of it.”

“Very well, then,” he said slowly. “Gray chose seven paces, but Oliver turned early. He fired. Gray was hit. The shot took him down. It all—” He gestured vaguely. “—it happened so fast. I ran to Gray when he went down. He hadn’t even raised his weapon. He was talking about the code . . .”

“The code?”

“On the field of honor, there is a code. If one party fires, so must the second, or the first party will lose all respect from his peers. He will be shunned.

“That’s why Gray shot, Claire. I was on the ground with him when he reached for his pistol. He could hardly hold it! There was mist all around, and then rain began to fall. It was almost impossible to see—the second shot went off.”

“Killing Oliver?” Claire was still trembling.

“Yes,” the duke confirmed. His gaze met hers. “Oliver fired before the count was finished, Claire, at six paces.”

Claire shook her head. “Gray told me that he shot first. But it was Oliver—”

“Yes. Oliver got off the first shot, striking Gray. And somehow—Gray thought he shot high—it somehow managed to hit Oliver.”

Gray had wanted to spare her, she realized. That was why he’d told her he was the first to shoot.

“Thank you, Clive, for telling me. May I trust this will remain between us?”

Clive bowed his head. “Of course.”

Hesitating, she reached up and kissed his cheek.

Her eyes were swimming so that she could scarcely see. Clive had affirmed what she had begun to suspect.

Swiftly, she moved down the hall, dashing away a tear.

She didn’t understand the man she had married. She didn’t understand him at all.

But she loved him. She would love him till her last breath.