A Devil Named DeVere (The Devil DeVere)(19)

Still, as much as Diana was drawn to him, she hated her vulnerability. He was unquestionably an expert in the arts of seduction. Even his best friend had warned her about him, but she had believed herself impervious to his mesmerizing charm. She now laughed at her own folly. The Viscount DeVere was a dangerous man indeed.

With these thoughts pillaging her peace, Diana knocked on Annalee's door.

"Come in," was the faint reply. Diana entered the apartments decorated in soothing shades of oyster and dusty rose damask to find Annalee had been dozing with a book in her lap. She gave Diana a tired smile. "Have you seen DeVere?"

"Yes," Diana said. "I have just come from speaking with him."

"And?" Annalee studied her intently.

"Let us say Edward's warning did not go astray."

Annalee's eyes widened. "Did he importune you, Diana?"

She considered her answer. "Not precisely, but his invitation was clear."

"The cad! You never should have spoken with him alone. Ned should have insisted—"

"No, dearest. This was a matter I had to take into my own hands. As it stands, I feel we will come to an agreement."

"What do you mean? Has he not given you an answer?"

"He said he wishes to see the horse run before he will make any decision."

"Then I give him credit for wisdom, anyway." Annalee sighed. "That man is truly a conundrum. I doubt there is any woman capable of taming him."

"What of our darling duchess?" Diana asked "Caroline? I never did tell you that story, did I? She might have had him once, you know. They had an understanding, but the very night before Ludovic was to petition her father for her hand, she threw him over for the duke."

"Did she? It seems she harbors regrets now."

"She might, but he certainly does not!" Annalee laughed.

"But isn't she his mistress?"

"DeVere is no fool. Despite her designs on him, that's all she'll ever be."

"So he uses her?" Diana said.

"It is my understanding she came uninvited. The hussy deserves what she gets."

"Such condemnation!" Diana laughed. "I didn't think you had it in you, dearest."

"DeVere is a rogue, but he once had honorable intentions toward her. Though he vehemently denied it at the time, I think she hurt him badly. I hold her much to blame that he's never settled down. I wonder now if he ever will." Annalee yawned.

"How are you feeling, Annalee?"

"Excessively drained," Annalee confessed. "I have no energy and often wish that I could sleep the day away. It takes what little reserves I have to keep Ned from hovering over me. He worries so. I told him I want nothing more than to give him a son, but after the last miscarriage..." her lip quivered slightly at the word "...and my extended recovery, he swore he wouldn't allow it to happen again." Annalee rubbed her belly with a shy smile. "But fortunately, I am blessed with a passionate man. Oh!" she cried out suddenly.

"What is it?" Diana exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

Annalee gave her an ebullient smile. "I am wonderful! I just felt little Ned kick me! Come, Diana!" She sat upright and patted the cushion beside her. "See if you can feel it too."

Diana perched gingerly on the divan and laid a light hand on her cousin's belly.

"Here," Annalee said, laying her own hand firmly on top. Both women held their breath until Diana sensed the faintest flutter. "Is that movement?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yes!" Annalee laughed, her eyes alight with joy. "It was! I can't wait to tell Ned."

"I am so happy for you both," Diana said. "I only wish I could also have had a child..."

Annalee's smile disappeared. "Do you not think there is any chance you and Reggie..."

"No," Diana said flatly. "There is none. I only want it to be over now."

"I am so sorry." Annalee squeezed her hand in sympathy.

"So am I," Diana said, plucking at her skirts. "I have been very unhappy in this marriage, Annalee, but I know that is the lot of many women. Unions like yours with Edward are exceedingly rare. We never had what you and Edward have together. The affection...the passion. If only Reggie had shown me a modicum of kindness and respect, I would have resigned myself to carry on."

"Even in the beginning?" Annalee asked. "Are you saying he never showed you attention or cared for your pleasure?"

"Pleasure?" Diana laughed bitterly. "You mean in the marriage bed? Never. It was a most unpleasant experience."

"It often is in the very beginning," agreed Annalee. "But it never improved?"

"On the contrary, it got much worse, became intolerable." Diana averted her gaze. "At first, I thought it was me. He accused me of being frigid and said it was my fault..."

"He was impotent?"

"Unless he drank," Diana said. "So he began to come to me only when in his cups, and that's when matters took a different turn. It was as if he had decided to punish me for failing in my duty to produce a child."

Annalee's forehead puckered. "How do you mean?"

Diana opened her mouth and closed it again. She studied the floral pattern on the toe of her embroidered slipper.