The next couple of days passed in a swirl of focus on work for Adam, as he spent nearly all of his time in the power plant, hunched over the desk in the workroom with Sullivan Andrews. Adam enjoyed the man. He was intelligent, slightly absent-minded, and yet together they worked in comfort, understanding one another with few words required. They had built a second prototype, and Adam could feel they were close to a breakthrough on the inner workings of the machine to generate the power.

Adam had always discussed his projects and ideas with his brothers, but they lacked the same interest and regard as a man like Andrews.

His evenings, however, were altogether different. Trenton, who Adam rarely saw during working hours, blatantly ignored him, treating him almost like an employee rather than any sort of business partner. Adam still detested London, finding it so busy and crowded with the buildings seemingly falling down on him from where they stood crammed together on the congested, teeming streets. And Rebecca … Rebecca was difficult to read. She seemed to have closed in on herself. She was still lovely as always, still spoke with him and sent smiles his way, but it was as if the smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, like there was something more going on.

He had not spoken to her about their future together since the day her father had warned him off in the carriage, and he needed to know where they stood, yet it seemed there was never a moment when they were truly alone.

One night he retired to his rooms shortly after their evening meal, but he could no longer focus on the work in front of him. Instead, he worried. He worried about his family, and how they were doing at home. He worried over the duties he had left behind. And, more than anything, he worried about Rebecca. When they had been in the Highlands, everything had seemed so right. And now they seemed like pieces of a puzzle that no longer fit together quite as they should.

The house was still and silent, the few servants having left for the day, as none of them lived in the house. Adam rose from his bed and quietly opened his door, listening for movement in the hall or rooms beyond. Hearing nothing, he slowly padded down the hallway in his stockinged feet, before coming to a halt outside Rebecca’s door. He had not been in her bedroom before of course, and if he were caught, there would certainly be repercussions. But what would they be? Forced marriage? That was what they wanted, anyway.

He tapped on the door so softly that he wasn’t sure that even Rebecca would hear it. He stood, his senses on full alert, and nearly jumped when she opened the door.

“Adam?” she said quietly, surprise etched on her face as she pulled the door open wider. “What are you doing?”

“I need to speak with you,” he said, realizing the words sounded much more serious than he had intended as her face fell. “I just need to know how things are between us.”

She nodded her head, and bade him to enter. He swallowed hard at the sight of her in her nightgown, long as it was. It completely covered her from neck to ankle, but somehow even the small, perfectly formed toes that peeked out the bottom seemed to call to him.

Her bedroom was an extension of the drawing room — bright, cheery, and clearly thoughtfully designed. He could tell her love of florals, and he made note to bring her a bouquet for one of the vases that lined the room. In such contrast to his own chamber here, her bed was covered in a red floral pattern, with matching drapes hanging above. She sat on the bed and he perched himself on the window seat.

“How are you?” he asked suddenly, looking up at her, and she blushed.

“I’m fine,” she answered. “And you?”

“Fine as well,” he said. “Sullivan is a joy to work with, though I am looking forward to completing the project and returning to the Highlands.”

She nodded, though she had a bit of a sad look on her face.

“Do you — do you still want to come with me?” he asked, suddenly afraid to look at her, fearing her response. When he finally did raise his eyes, he saw she was looking off in the distance over his shoulder, perhaps out the window — he wasn’t sure.

“I do want to,” she said softly. “I’m just not sure if I can any longer.”

He swallowed, trying not to show the emotion on his face. It was what he had been afraid of, why he had put off asking her. He had felt it in the pit of his stomach, and yet he hadn’t wanted to put it out into the open.

He cleared his throat. “Can ye at least tell me why not?”

She sighed. “My father has an arrangement with Vincent’s family. They will buy the power plant for a good price, allowing him to run it. In return, I must agree to marry Vincent.”

“And you are going along with this?” he asked incredulously, shocked at her words. “I thought you were always against marrying Vincent, despite what your father wanted. How many times did you tell me so forcefully that you were not marrying him? And now ye would change your mind, for your father’s benefit?”

“I was against it and I was not going to marry him,” she said, looking down at her clenched hands. “I didn’t know of this arrangement. And it’s just that my father has done so much for me. He raised me. He provided a roof over my head. He—”

Adam stood abruptly, walking over to her. “And just because he did what any parent should, you feel ye are indebted to him? That you must spend the rest of your life doing what he what of you?”

“No. Yes. That is I — I don’t know.”

“Does he care nothing about how ye feel?” Adam asked, his voice now hardly more than a whisper. “Tell me, Becca, I need to know. How do you feel?”

“I … I …” Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You know how I feel,” she whispered, and raised her face to him, offering her lips. His thoughts and all reason left him as he lowered his head, taking her hungrily with a passion that had been building within him for some time. She was all that he wanted, and yet it seemed she was slipping away from him. He deepened the kiss, as if trying to convince her with his actions to stay close to him. Could she not understand that she belonged with him and not with a man who would suck the life out of her in too short a time?

Her hands came up and fisted in the front of his shirt, the crisp linen that still so foreign on his body, as was the entire world here around him. He ran his fingers through her unbound hair flowing down over her back, the waves soft in his rough, calloused hands. He pressed closer to her small body, relishing the feel of her, the taste of her. She spun such a spell around him, making him want more of her even when he knew there was such a great possibility that he would have to say goodbye to her forever.

He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, tasting her sweetness and loving every moment of it. She gave a soft moan into his mouth, and he as much as he wanted to continue, to take all that she had to give him, somehow it no longer felt right, here in her father’s home, in the middle of a city he hated, with a woman who would rather follow the wishes of her father than her heart. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t fault her for that. He understood the allegiance to family, and it was part of what he admired about her. She was loyal to a fault.

He broke his mouth from hers, lifting his head but not pulling away, resting his lips on her forehead, where he planted a sweet kiss before bringing her head into his shoulder. He held her tight, and as he did, he felt a slight wetness on his shirt. He pulled back to find silent tears running down her face, and he gently wiped them with his thumb. He didn’t say anything, as no words were required. She didn’t need to tell him this was goodbye. He knew.

* * *

Sleep remained elusive for the rest of the night. Adam tossed and turned, thinking of all that had happened. He did not regret making love to Rebecca in the cottage, but he did feel a deep sense of guilt that he had taken her innocence without marrying her. It did not seem right, and yet he could not very well force her to become his wife. His mind spinning, he rose from his bed and pulled out his plans from his bag. He took them home with him from the power plant every night, as he never knew when inspiration might strike. Besides that, something within him prevented him from leaving them there. He trusted Andrews, but Trenton … Trenton, he did not.

As he sat there on the hard, cold bed, staring at them, he looked closely at his drawing, picturing the inner workings of the model in his mind. If this piece connected with that… he closed his eyes, trying to see how it would all come together, when suddenly the answer sprang into his consciousness.

“Yes,” he whispered softly. “That’s it.”

He found his pencil and began stroking in the final piece that had so eluded him. The despair that had gripped him from his encounter with Rebecca remained; however, it was ever so slightly edged out by a growing elation over this project. He didn’t know what had made the final change allowing him to see the solution, but he could hardly believe it had come to him.

The next day he practically raced to the power plant to share his news with Sullivan Andrews, not noticing who else was present as he rushed to the man’s desk.

“Andrews! You will never believe it,” he said, as he pulled the plans from his bag and spread them over the assortment of papers that littered the man’s workspace. “I’ve got it!” Andrews looked up at him incredulously while he skimmed his eyes over his work, bringing his gaze up to Adam.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve done it, son.” He grinned. “You’ve done it!” He clapped his hands briefly, picking up the plans. “Come, now. We’ll finish the model, and then can hopefully begin a working prototype!”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Adam said, with a nod to the man. “You helped me think it through.”

It was only then, that he turned to take his new plans into the workroom, that Adam noticed Trenton standing at the entrance to the room, leaning against the doorjamb. He hadn’t joined in the celebration, yet he had a smug expression on his face. What was the man about? Adam felt a sense of unease, yet could do nothing but simply nod at him, before turning to follow Andrews into the workroom.