her.
Victoria clung to Lottie as Martha navigated London’s narrow streets at breakneck speeds. Lottie seemed unperturbed. Perhaps she was used to this. Victoria felt a pang of jealousy. What would it be like to speed about London, an independent woman, effecting real change in the world? When they stopped in front of Katie’s flat, Victoria reluctantly climbed out of the motorcar, wishing the afternoon didn’t have to end.
Martha stretched out a hand. “Please come to headquarters, poppet. Lottie will bring you. I would love to give you a tour and show you our work there. It’s so very important.”
Victoria clasped Martha’s hand. “I’d like that very much.”
Martha’s smile lit up her pretty face, making Victoria feel, for the first time since arriving in London, that she was indeed someone special, someone of worth. “Wonderful. I have a feeling you could be very important to the cause, Victoria. I am delighted to have met you.”
Victoria stared after Martha’s motorcar as she sped off down the street. Excitement shivered through her. She felt as if she were on the edge of a great adventure, perhaps the adventure she had been looking for her entire life.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
R owena pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. “Thanks so much for taking me out. Summerset gets a little close at times.”
Sebastian smiled sideways at her. “I just wish it had been a better day for a drive. Hard to appreciate anything when the windows keep freezing over. What do you say we give up the drive and head into town for some hot tea?”
She nodded and within minutes they were parked in front of the Freemont Inn. “Oh,” she said so quietly that Sebastian didn’t hear her.
This was where she’d met Jon just before he took her up in the sky. He still hadn’t written to her, and she wondered whether his family had told him about her visit. Sometimes she wondered whether he had forgotten all about her.
Sebastian opened the door for her and they hurried into the inn, trying to escape the chilling north wind that had blown up.
“It’s freezing out there.” She laughed, unwinding her scarf. Suddenly she stopped cold, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
Jonathon.
Well, not Jonathon exactly, but Mr. Dirkes, and whereMr. Dirkes was, Jonathon was nearby. So it was no surprise when she spotted him coming around the corner from the salon part of the inn. He spotted her about the same time and his face lit up with pleasure. Next to her Sebastian said something, but she missed it, her entire attention focused on Jonathon’s face. As always, everything around her seemed to go from a dull gray to living, breathing color the moment his gaze met hers.
Jon hurried toward them, his eyes focused on her. She felt Sebastian take her arm, but she pulled away and ran the last few steps to meet him. They both stopped just short of being in each other’s arms. For a moment they stood awkwardly, unsure what to do next, until Jon snatched up both her hands and kissed them. She shivered and flushed at the heat from his lips. They stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed.
“I say, this would be a bit awkward if I weren’t pining for someone else,” Sebastian said, coming up next to her.
Jon appraised him, reluctantly dropping Rowena’s hands. “Yes, it would, mate. But as you have eyes for someone else, I would be happy to make your acquaintance. My name is Jonathon Wells. This is my friend and employer, Douglas Dirkes.”
Mr. Dirkes had joined them and shook Rowena’s hand.
“And this is my friend Lord Sebastian Billingsly. Have you eaten lunch yet?” She couldn’t take her eyes off Jonathon.
“No, we were just seated. Please join us,” Mr. Dirkes said, leading them to their table. “Two more, sir,” he called to the waiter. “Now before you get angry with our young man, Miss Rowena, it’s my fault that he has been so long away. We received an order for a large shipment of aeroplanes and we haven’t
Victoria clung to Lottie as Martha navigated London’s narrow streets at breakneck speeds. Lottie seemed unperturbed. Perhaps she was used to this. Victoria felt a pang of jealousy. What would it be like to speed about London, an independent woman, effecting real change in the world? When they stopped in front of Katie’s flat, Victoria reluctantly climbed out of the motorcar, wishing the afternoon didn’t have to end.
Martha stretched out a hand. “Please come to headquarters, poppet. Lottie will bring you. I would love to give you a tour and show you our work there. It’s so very important.”
Victoria clasped Martha’s hand. “I’d like that very much.”
Martha’s smile lit up her pretty face, making Victoria feel, for the first time since arriving in London, that she was indeed someone special, someone of worth. “Wonderful. I have a feeling you could be very important to the cause, Victoria. I am delighted to have met you.”
Victoria stared after Martha’s motorcar as she sped off down the street. Excitement shivered through her. She felt as if she were on the edge of a great adventure, perhaps the adventure she had been looking for her entire life.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
R owena pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. “Thanks so much for taking me out. Summerset gets a little close at times.”
Sebastian smiled sideways at her. “I just wish it had been a better day for a drive. Hard to appreciate anything when the windows keep freezing over. What do you say we give up the drive and head into town for some hot tea?”
She nodded and within minutes they were parked in front of the Freemont Inn. “Oh,” she said so quietly that Sebastian didn’t hear her.
This was where she’d met Jon just before he took her up in the sky. He still hadn’t written to her, and she wondered whether his family had told him about her visit. Sometimes she wondered whether he had forgotten all about her.
Sebastian opened the door for her and they hurried into the inn, trying to escape the chilling north wind that had blown up.
“It’s freezing out there.” She laughed, unwinding her scarf. Suddenly she stopped cold, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
Jonathon.
Well, not Jonathon exactly, but Mr. Dirkes, and whereMr. Dirkes was, Jonathon was nearby. So it was no surprise when she spotted him coming around the corner from the salon part of the inn. He spotted her about the same time and his face lit up with pleasure. Next to her Sebastian said something, but she missed it, her entire attention focused on Jonathon’s face. As always, everything around her seemed to go from a dull gray to living, breathing color the moment his gaze met hers.
Jon hurried toward them, his eyes focused on her. She felt Sebastian take her arm, but she pulled away and ran the last few steps to meet him. They both stopped just short of being in each other’s arms. For a moment they stood awkwardly, unsure what to do next, until Jon snatched up both her hands and kissed them. She shivered and flushed at the heat from his lips. They stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed.
“I say, this would be a bit awkward if I weren’t pining for someone else,” Sebastian said, coming up next to her.
Jon appraised him, reluctantly dropping Rowena’s hands. “Yes, it would, mate. But as you have eyes for someone else, I would be happy to make your acquaintance. My name is Jonathon Wells. This is my friend and employer, Douglas Dirkes.”
Mr. Dirkes had joined them and shook Rowena’s hand.
“And this is my friend Lord Sebastian Billingsly. Have you eaten lunch yet?” She couldn’t take her eyes off Jonathon.
“No, we were just seated. Please join us,” Mr. Dirkes said, leading them to their table. “Two more, sir,” he called to the waiter. “Now before you get angry with our young man, Miss Rowena, it’s my fault that he has been so long away. We received an order for a large shipment of aeroplanes and we haven’t
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