Ginny, and Aunt Greer seemed impressed with Blodswell’s title.”
“As well she should be.”
Rhi folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t certain she appreciated Cait’s gaiety in regard to the earl. Though Rhiannon had decided she liked Blodswell much more than she had initially thought, Cait’s wide-eyed interest in the situation made her a little uncomfortable. Hopefully, Cait would never learn of Rhi’s deal with the vampyre. “Ye havena been peekin’ inta my future again, have ye?”
Looking as though she was the epitome of innocence, Cait shook her head. “I said I would no’. But if ye doona want me ta peek, ye should tell me everythin’ that happened. Otherwise, I could get so curious I might no’ be able ta stop myself.”
Rhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Cait would get the same version she planned to bandy about Town and nothing more. “Well, it appears as though his lordship plans ta court me.”
Cait’s pretty blue eyes twinkled. “Well, of course he plans ta court ye. Blodswell is as smart as he is old. But do ye like him, Rhi? Tell me ye do.”
In that Rhi didn’t have to fabricate her answer. She nodded. “I do like him, Cait, and ye doona ken how surprised I am by that.”
Cait threw her arms around Rhiannon’s neck. “This is so wonderful.”
Rhi pulled herself from her friend’s embrace. “I fear I smell a bit like Blodswell’s grays. Do ye mind if I change my dress and then meet ye in the parlor?”
Cait grinned as widely as Rhi had ever seen. “Of course, take yer time, and then ye’ll tell me all about yer ride?”
Rhi stepped toward her chamber. “Aye, I’ll tell ye all about the Duchess of Hythe who has requested our attendance at her soiree sometime at the end of this week. And she said ta bring ye and Eynsford.”
Cait giggled. “Oh, I canna wait ta tell Dash!” Then she started back toward the staircase.
Rhiannon escaped into her chamber and tugged on the bellpull for her maid. Then she sank onto her bed and unfolded the letter she’d been hiding from her friend.
My dearest Rhiannon,
I am so glad to see you well. You are a welcome taste of the home I thought I might never see again. I would like to discuss some things with you, and I am certain you have questions for me as well. If you can indulge me, I will send a carriage to pick you up this evening. Just sent a note to my rooms in Piccadilly, and I will make the arrangements posthaste. I look forward to seeing you again.
Eternally Yours,
Alec
Eternally yours? His eternity was certainly not in question. But the rest of his existence was. Rhi wanted desperately to talk with him. But, of course, he couldn’t present himself at Thorpe House, not with Caitrin there. Or Eynsford, but that was another matter all together. Alec’s plan did seem the best.
She bolted from her bed to the small writing desk in the corner of the room to jot off a quick response to her old friend. Hopefully, Cait would honor her word and keep from poking her meddling nose into Rhi’s future.
Nine
Dear God, what a day! If Rhiannon Sinclair wasn’t occupying his mind, then trying to locate his errant charge was. MacQuarrie moved faster than Matthew could even track him. He’d started at
Brysi
, only to learn that Alec had recently left for parts unknown. Getting a sense of the Scot’s location, Matthew arrived at Tattersall’s, only to find the Scot has just departed.
He’d then made his way to Gentleman Jackson’s, only to discover that MacQuarrie had vanished once again. He even spent a good part of his day waiting at Alec’s bachelor lodgings, thinking the man would have to show his face at some point, but to no avail.
Back at
Brysi
, Matthew had finally dropped into an overstuffed leather chair and sighed heavily. Of course, he didn’t need the deep breath, since his heart didn’t beat, but those very human actions made him feel normal, more like a man and less like a creature of the
“As well she should be.”
Rhi folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t certain she appreciated Cait’s gaiety in regard to the earl. Though Rhiannon had decided she liked Blodswell much more than she had initially thought, Cait’s wide-eyed interest in the situation made her a little uncomfortable. Hopefully, Cait would never learn of Rhi’s deal with the vampyre. “Ye havena been peekin’ inta my future again, have ye?”
Looking as though she was the epitome of innocence, Cait shook her head. “I said I would no’. But if ye doona want me ta peek, ye should tell me everythin’ that happened. Otherwise, I could get so curious I might no’ be able ta stop myself.”
Rhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Cait would get the same version she planned to bandy about Town and nothing more. “Well, it appears as though his lordship plans ta court me.”
Cait’s pretty blue eyes twinkled. “Well, of course he plans ta court ye. Blodswell is as smart as he is old. But do ye like him, Rhi? Tell me ye do.”
In that Rhi didn’t have to fabricate her answer. She nodded. “I do like him, Cait, and ye doona ken how surprised I am by that.”
Cait threw her arms around Rhiannon’s neck. “This is so wonderful.”
Rhi pulled herself from her friend’s embrace. “I fear I smell a bit like Blodswell’s grays. Do ye mind if I change my dress and then meet ye in the parlor?”
Cait grinned as widely as Rhi had ever seen. “Of course, take yer time, and then ye’ll tell me all about yer ride?”
Rhi stepped toward her chamber. “Aye, I’ll tell ye all about the Duchess of Hythe who has requested our attendance at her soiree sometime at the end of this week. And she said ta bring ye and Eynsford.”
Cait giggled. “Oh, I canna wait ta tell Dash!” Then she started back toward the staircase.
Rhiannon escaped into her chamber and tugged on the bellpull for her maid. Then she sank onto her bed and unfolded the letter she’d been hiding from her friend.
My dearest Rhiannon,
I am so glad to see you well. You are a welcome taste of the home I thought I might never see again. I would like to discuss some things with you, and I am certain you have questions for me as well. If you can indulge me, I will send a carriage to pick you up this evening. Just sent a note to my rooms in Piccadilly, and I will make the arrangements posthaste. I look forward to seeing you again.
Eternally Yours,
Alec
Eternally yours? His eternity was certainly not in question. But the rest of his existence was. Rhi wanted desperately to talk with him. But, of course, he couldn’t present himself at Thorpe House, not with Caitrin there. Or Eynsford, but that was another matter all together. Alec’s plan did seem the best.
She bolted from her bed to the small writing desk in the corner of the room to jot off a quick response to her old friend. Hopefully, Cait would honor her word and keep from poking her meddling nose into Rhi’s future.
Nine
Dear God, what a day! If Rhiannon Sinclair wasn’t occupying his mind, then trying to locate his errant charge was. MacQuarrie moved faster than Matthew could even track him. He’d started at
Brysi
, only to learn that Alec had recently left for parts unknown. Getting a sense of the Scot’s location, Matthew arrived at Tattersall’s, only to find the Scot has just departed.
He’d then made his way to Gentleman Jackson’s, only to discover that MacQuarrie had vanished once again. He even spent a good part of his day waiting at Alec’s bachelor lodgings, thinking the man would have to show his face at some point, but to no avail.
Back at
Brysi
, Matthew had finally dropped into an overstuffed leather chair and sighed heavily. Of course, he didn’t need the deep breath, since his heart didn’t beat, but those very human actions made him feel normal, more like a man and less like a creature of the
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