normal conversational voice, not a constrained hush. To laugh out loud. To savor his presence without looking over her shoulder or anywhere else but at him.
Which reminded her she really ought to look over her shoulder.
If anyone in her family had yet noticed she was missing from their milling little throng, they hadnât thought to look down yet. Thankfully her brothers were all very tall, and the ground wouldnât be the first place they looked for their missing sister.
She half wondered if Lyon Redmond had thought of this, too, when heâd told her to drop her prayer book.
She was very clever, a quicksilver, incisive sort of clever. But she had the suspicion that Mr. Redmond was one step ahead of her.
It irritated her, even as she liked it very much.
âMr. Redmond . . .â she said finally.
âLyon,â he corrected on an almost irritable, impatient hush, as if heâd done it dozens of times before. As if they hadnât enough time for two words when one could do.
âLyon,â she repeated gently, as if heâd given her a little treasure.
He smiled at her as if sheâd just knighted him.
A fraught few seconds during which they locked eyes, and the milling legs of departing churchgoersbegan to thin and they would be exposed crouching face to face on the ground outside the churchyard.
âI will bring a basket of food to the Duffys on Tuesday afternoon,â she whispered in a rush. âAbout two oâclock. Iâll be alone.â
âWouldnât it be a coincidence if we met on the road going south?â
âIt would at that,â she agreed breathlessly, then launched herself to her feet, and whipped about and walked away from him without saying another word.
It was all she could do not to leap up and click her heels as she hurried back to her family.
âI dropped my prayer book,â she explained, though thankfully her family looked mildly puzzled by this announcement, as no one had really noticed she was gone. âIt just leaped from my hands. Itâs my favorite book. I should hate to lose it. By dropping it.â
âI think our Olivia just had a religious epiphany. Sheâs glowing like a lamp.â This came from Chase, who was studying her oddly. Though that could be because she was babbling about her prayer book.
âHow could she have an epiphany after that service, when I could swear the vicar dozed off for a second or two while he was speaking? And if he can sleep during the service, why canât I?â
Colin presented this logic to his mother, who snorted and looped her arm through his, as if this alone could rein in her irrepressible son and prevent him from climbing the trellises of married countesses.
âWe are Church of England, daughter mine, and we do own the living, as you know, so please donât entertain any ideas of becoming a nun,â her father said dryly, and looped his arm in hers.
âOlivia would annoy all the other nuns. Sheâd have to be the best nun,â Ian teased.
She laughed, even though it was absolutely true: she quite loved winning. But she was prepared to find everything funny and beautiful at the moment and she would not look back she would not she would not she would not to see if Lyon Redmond was watching her.
Genevieve was walking ahead of them, and glanced at Olivia over her shoulder. âI donât think those are the ideas sheâs entertainâ OW! â
Olivia stepped on the back of her sisterâs shoe and pulled it off. âIâm so sorry, Genevieve! Clumsy me.â
Genevieve shot her an aggrieved look and Olivia returned it with a daggerlike one.
âCome here, my love, where you cannot be stepped upon by your sister,â her father commanded, teasing both of them.
Genevieve skipped backward and took his other arm.
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