“It’s an acceptable excuse,” the dowager grumbled, “but it hardly seems to be working. Where is my grandson?”
“I do not know, your grace,” Amelia answered. Which was the absolute truth. He’d not given her any indication of his plans when he abandoned her earlier. He’d apparently kissed her so senseless he hadn’t thought any explanations were necessary.
“Stupid chit,” the dowager muttered. “I don’t have time for this. Does no one understand their duty? I’ve heirs dying off right and left, and you”-at this she shoved Amelia in the shoulder-“can’t even lift your skirts to-”
“Your grace!” Amelia exclaimed.
The dowager’s mouth clamped shut, and for a moment Amelia thought she might have realized she’d gone too far. All she did, however, was narrow her eyes to vicious little slits and stalk off.
“Amelia?” Elizabeth said, moving to her side.
Amelia blinked. Several times. Quickly. “I want to go home.”
Elizabeth nodded comfortingly.
Together the sisters walked toward the front door. Grace was giving instructions to a footman, so they walked outside and waited for her in the drive. The afternoon had grown a bit chilly, but Amelia would not have cared if the heavens had opened up and drenched them both. She just wanted to be out of that wretched house. “I’m not coming next time,” she said to Elizabeth, hugging her arms to her chest. If Wyndham wished to finally court her, he could come to see her.
“I’m not coming, either,” Elizabeth said, glancing dubiously back at the house. Grace emerged at that moment, so she waited for her to step into the drive, then linked her arm in hers and asked, “Was it my imagination or was the dowager worse than usual?”
“Much worse,” Amelia agreed.
Grace sighed, and her face moved a little, as if she were thinking the better of the first set of words that had come to mind. Finally, she just said, “It’s…complicated.”
There didn’t seem to be anything to say in response to that, so Amelia watched curiously as Grace pretended to adjust the straps of her bonnet, and then-
Grace froze.
They all froze. And then Amelia and Elizabeth followed Grace’s stare. There was a man at the end of the drive, much too far away to see his face, or really anything other than the dark hue of his hair and the fact that he sat atop a horse as if he’d been born to the saddle.
The moment hung suspended in time, silent and still, and then, seemingly for no reason at all, he rode away.
Amelia’s lips came together to ask Grace who he was, but before she could speak, the dowager stepped outside and barked, “Into the carriage!” And as Amelia did not wish to enter into any sort of dialogue with her, she decided to follow orders and keep her mouth shut.
A few moments later they were all settled into the Crowland carriage, Grace and Elizabeth facing back, Amelia stuck facing front next to the dowager. She kept her face forward, focusing on a little spot behind Grace’s ear. If she could just hold this pose for the next half an hour, she might escape without having to lay eyes on the dowager.
“Who was that man?” Elizabeth asked.
No response.
Amelia shifted her gaze to Grace’s face. This was most interesting. She was pretending that she had not heard Elizabeth’s query. It was easy to see through the ruse if one was facing her; the right corner of her mouth had tightened with concern.
“Grace?” Elizabeth said again. “Who was it?”
“No one,” Grace said quickly. “Are we ready to depart?”
“Do you know him, then?” Elizabeth asked, and Amelia wanted to muzzle her. Of course Grace knew him. It had been clear as day.
“I do not,” Grace said sharply.
“What are you talking about?” the dowager asked, all irritation.
“There was a man at the end of the drive,” Elizabeth explained. Amelia wanted desperately to kick her, but there was just no way; she was seated across from the dowager and completely unreachable.
“Who was it?” the dowager demanded.
“I do not know,” Grace answered. “I could not see his face.”
Which wasn’t a lie. Not the second part, at least. He’d stood much too far away for any of them to have seen his face. But Amelia would have bet her dowry that Grace had known exactly who he was.
“Who was it?” the dowager thundered, her voice rising over the sound of the wheels, beginning their rumble down the drive.
“I don’t know,” Grace repeated, but they could all hear the cracks that were forming in her voice.
The dowager turned to Amelia, her eyes as biting as her voice. “Did you see him?”
Amelia’s eyes caught Grace’s. Something passed between them.
Amelia swallowed. “I saw no one, ma’am.”
The dowager dismissed her with a snort, turning the full weight of her fury on Grace. “Was it he?”
Amelia sucked in her breath. Who were they talking about?
Grace shook her head. “I don’t know,” she stammered. “I couldn’t say.”
“Stop the carriage,” the dowager yelled, lurching forward and shoving Grace aside so she could bang on the wall separating the cabin and the driver. “Stop, I tell you!”
The carriage came to a sudden halt, and Amelia, who had been sitting face-front beside the dowager, tumbled forward, landing at Grace’s feet. She tried to get up, but the dowager had reached across the carriage and clamped her hand around Grace’s chin.
“I will give you one more chance, Miss Eversleigh,” she hissed. “Was it he?”
Amelia stopped breathing.
Grace did not move, and then, very slightly, she nodded.
And the dowager went mad.
Amelia had just regained her seat when she had to duck to avoid being decapitated by her walking stick. “Turn the carriage around!” the dowager was yelling. They slowed, then turned sharply when the dowager screeched, “Go! Go!”
In less than a minute they were back at the front of Belgrave Castle, and Amelia was staring in horror as the dowager shoved Grace out of the carriage. She and Elizabeth both rose to stare out the doorway as the dowager hopped down after her.
“Was Grace limping?” Elizabeth asked.
“I-” She’d been about to say, I don’t know, but the dowager had cut her off, slamming the carriage door shut without a word.
“What just happened?” Elizabeth asked as the carriage lurched forward toward home.
“I have no idea,” Amelia whispered. She turned and watched the castle receding into the distance. “None at all.”
Chapter 6
Later that day, Thomas was sitting in his study, reflecting upon the rather enticing curve of his fiancée’s backside (as he pretended to inspect some contracts his secretary had drawn up). It was a most pleasant pastime, and he might well have continued in this manner through to supper if not for the tremendous commotion that erupted in the hall.
“Don’t you want to know my name?” an unfamiliar male voice called out.
Thomas paused, setting down his pen but not otherwise making any motion to rise. He didn’t really care to investigate, and when he heard nothing more in the next few moments, he decided to return to his contracts. He’d just dipped his point in ink when his grandmother’s voice rent the air as only her voice could.
“Will you leave my companion alone!”
At that, Thomas stood. Possible harm to his grandmother could be easily ignored, but not to Grace. He strode into the corridor and glanced out toward the front. Good Lord. What was his grandmother up to now? She was standing by the drawing room door, a few paces away from Grace, who looked as miserable and mortified as he had ever seen her. Next to Grace was a man Thomas had never seen before.
Whose hands his grandmother appeared to have had bound behind his back.