The Sweetest Love (Sons of Worthington Series) Read Free Page A

completely! The same way you ruined a certain woman three years ago.”

Chapter Two
     
    Tristan glared at his captor, not believing this person had the audacity to kidnap him before his wedding and threaten him.
    “Did you not hear me?” the lad demanded. “You are in my control now! What have you to say to that?”
    Nodding, Tristan cocked his head. “I heard you. Pray, tell me how you plan on ruining me as you have threatened? Because I can assure you, I did not ruin any woman three years ago.” There could only be one woman that could come close to being ruined. Diana. Yet he had never ruined her. Lord Hollingsworth had!
    His captor straightened his shoulders and unbuttoned the driver’s jacket, letting it fall to the floor. A woman’s dress came into view, the bulk gathered around her middle with a hash. She released the tie and the fullness swished down around her legs. Lastly, the driver’s hat was removed. Brown hair fell around the woman’s shoulders as she adjusted her dress to cover the calves he’d glimpsed as she removed the boy’s trousers.
    He’d never seen this woman before. Had she gotten the wrong brother? Perhaps it was Trey she was mad at instead—since Trey had had the reputation of a rake before he’d married. The girl would be quite pretty if her big blue eyes weren’t shooting invisible daggers his way. A victorious grin touched her full lips as she folded her arms over her chest.
    “I finally have in my presence, the honorable Lord Tristan Worthington.”
    Inwardly he groaned. So the idea of mistake in identity flew out the window. “Yes, you do. Now will you be so kind as to tell me your name?”
    “Tabitha Paget.”
    “And now will you tell me how you know me, and why in heaven’s name you thought it important to kidnap me?”
    “I work for someone who hates you. You ruined her life, and now it’s time to ruin yours.”
    Her? “Pray tell, who is this person you speak of? Are you certain I know her at all?”
    She laughed. “Oh, you know her, I assure you.”
    From out in the corridor, a loud gasp ricocheted through the room. Tristan swung his attention toward the sound just as another woman wearing a nightgown and white wrapper entered. Long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders. Her hand covered her mouth, and her wide eyes looked oddly familiar.
    “Lord T—T—Tristan?”
    Although he had seen her from a distance at some of society’s functions, he hadn’t tried to even look at her during those times. But now… In a rush, all the memories he’d tried to forget three years ago came back to him. The ball… the infatuation… the greenhouse. And that incredible, unforgettable kiss.
    He’d tried to forget how lovely Diana had been when he’d first met her, but it was nearly impossible. Now she was literally a luscious beauty. Shaking his head, he pushed away the thought. Thinking of her this way was not healthy. Something in his forgotten memory told him not to trust her.
    Slowly, her gaze ran over every inch of him—all tied up and sitting on the chair. As they stared at each other in silence, he’d forgotten how he had lost all ability to think straight while in her presence. Three years ago, she’d turned his mind to mush and made him think as if he were indeed love-struck. Well, no more. Perhaps confronting her now and discussing the past would finally get her out of his mind forever.
    It surprised him to think she had gone to great lengths to kidnap him and bring him here. She was now his captor, and according to her maid, Diana hated him.
    “Tabitha? What is he doing here?” Diana asked softly.
    “Hmm, well, my lady, I took the coach into town to buy the items you requested dressed as your driver, and when I saw him , and heard he was marrying Lady Jane Fairbourne tomorrow, I knew I must do something quickly.”
    The servant was no longer brave and superior as she’d been a moment ago. Now she acted like most maids should in front of their employer.
    Diana