Page 80 of As the Devil Dares

“Where?” he demanded, fearing that a new building wouldn’t be enough to compensate for Mariah’s attachment to the old one. She loved that old house, every drafty, broken inch of it.

“Lambeth, right near the old bishop’s palace.”

And a world away. Leaning over the desk on his palms, Robert shook his head. “There aren’t any wharves in Lambeth.”

Winslow laughed. “That’s the whole point, my boy!”

He tapped a finger against the desktop to make Winslow listen. “Which means there aren’t any children of sailors or longshoremen to help.”

“But still plenty of poor urchins.” He frowned as he finished off the last of his bourbon. “Although I’m hoping that after this season Mariah won’t feel the need to spend so much time among them. That she’ll understand how much better it is to be a fine lady than a reformer.”

“She’s already a fine woman,” Robert bit out. If Winslow couldn’t see that, then he would never understand his daughter.

“One who will appreciate what new docks in St Katharine’s will do for the company’s accounting books,” Winslow added. “What are a slum and an old school building compared to that?”

Robert stared at him, feeling the world tilt beneath him. Not until that moment did the full ramifications of Winslow’s real estate plan sink into him, along with the realization of what it would mean to Mariah. To see the buildings of St Katharine’s torn down, its streets dredged up—

Good God. It would destroy her.

“We’re wrong,” he said quietly, remembering the vulnerability he glimpsed in her regarding the school and her mother. “We can’t do this to Mariah.”

“You knew when you agreed to help with this project that it would mean the destruction of St Katharine’s,” Winslow reminded him, sitting up in his chair. “You knew the role you would play in bringing it about.”

“I did.” But Christ! He’d thought the project didn’t have a prayer of coming to fruition, knowing how fickle the king could be. He’d thought of the destruction of the school and the neighborhood as something distant and abstract, no more tangible than any other grand plans tossed about by gentlemen over drinks and cigars.

And it wasn’t until recently that he understood the truth about Mariah. It wasn’t the school or the company that mattered to her. It was what they represented—being close to her parents, returning to those happy days before her mother died, having her father’s nearness and protection.

Destroy all that, and they might as well extinguish the fire in her soul.

“I did everything you asked,” Robert admitted, praying that Winslow would listen and understand. “I tracked down the owners, found out the property values, traced bills of sale and liens—for God’s sake, I set up everything so that we could make a profit when St Katharine’s is torn down and the docks go in.”

And every step of the way, he’d been certain that he was doing the right thing. That he’d secure the partnership and his reputation as one of England’s most successful men. But that was before Mariah got under his skin, before he realized how important the area and school were to her. Before he realized that he cared about her.

“But this—what this will do to Mariah…” He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. “I never—”

“Robert?” Mariah whispered.

He wheeled around. Mariah had opened the door while they’d been arguing, and neither man had heard her.

She stood in the doorway, close enough to have overheard, and a horrified look darkened her face. One that told him that she fully understood now exactly why Winslow Shipping had been interested in acquiring so much property in St Katharine’s. Why her father chose him of all the businessmen in England to bring into the company.

She stared at him, as if she couldn’t believe…Then she breathed out, so softly he almost couldn’t hear her but felt the painful slash of it through his heart, “You bastard.”

She spun on her heel and walked away.

“No!” he said firmly, rushing after her and grabbing her shoulders to stop her, to make her listen. “It’s not what you think.”

She fought to twist out of his hold, but he refused to let her go. “All those properties, the church—” She choked out, “The school. All of it destroyed and flooded, the children abandoned…and you knew.”

God help him, he’d known all along. “Mariah—”

“You knew!” Her angry cry reverberated through the office, and the assistants stopped what they were doing to stare. In the office behind them, Winslow rose to his feet. “No—oh so much worse than simply knowing…” Her voice lowered to a pained whisper. “Dear God, you made it happen!”

He couldn’t deny it. He’d done exactly as she accused, and he respected her too much to lie to her. But he could make her understand why. And why he was now completely done with it.

He took her arm and pulled her into the corner, where they would have privacy to talk. But she flinched and shrank away. The anguish in her green eyes nearly undid him.

“Listen to me, please,” he urged. If they had any chance at a future, she had to trust him. “I can explain.”