Love and the Single Heiress

“Would you mind if I have a drink?” he asked, hoping one of the group of crystal decanters set on the round, mahogany table next to the settee contained brandy.

She did not turn. “Please, help yourself.”

“Would you care to join me?”

She surprised him by saying, “Yes. A sherry, please.”

Andrew crossed to the decanters. He took his time pouring the two drinks, pulling in slow, deep breaths until he’d gained control of his emotions and body. He then walked to the fireplace, stopping a safe distance away from her.

“Your sherry, Lady Catherine.”

She finally turned to face him. Hectic color stained her cheeks, but whether the beguiling hue was due to embarrassment, the warmth of the fire, or desire, he couldn’t tell. She regarded him with a perfectly calm, cool expression that snaked irritation down his spine. Well, obviously it hadn’t been desire. Trying his best to match her unconcerned look, he handed her the crystal cordial glass.

“Thank you.” She took the glass, and he noted that she was very careful to not allow their fingers to touch. She shifted her gaze from him and sipped her drink. He followed suit, resisting the urge to toss back his potent brandy in one gulp.

After taking a second sip, she slipped a piece of ivory vellum from the pocket in her skirts and held it out for him. “This arrived a short time ago from my father. The man responsible for the shooting has been apprehended.”

Andrew set down his drink, took the note, then quickly scanned the contents. Billy Robbins. His jaw tightened when he read the name of the man who’d injured Catherine. The man who could have so easily ended her life. Be happy Newgate has you and not me, you bastard.

When he finished reading, he handed her back the note. “I’m relieved the scoundrel was caught. Thank goodness Mr. Carmichael was so observant.”

“Yes. We all owe him our thanks.” She tucked the note back in her pocket. “As this man’s capture means that there is no longer a threat of danger to me-”

“No longer?” Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “I was not aware there was a threat of danger to you. What are you talking about?”

A flicker of what looked like fear flashed in her eyes, but disappeared so quickly he couldn’t decide if it was real or imagined. She pressed her lips together for several seconds, then said, “I meant there is no longer a threat of danger to my health. I’m feeling very well, and Milton and my staff can fully see to my needs. Without any assistance.”

Understanding dawned, along with a healthy dose of annoyance, and, damn it, hurt. She wanted him to leave Little Longstone.

“I can arrange to have my carriage at your disposal tomorrow morning,” she continued. “While I appreciate your kindness and thank you for escorting me home, I wouldn’t want you to sacrifice any more of your valuable time away from your work in London.”

Before Andrew could think of a suitable reply-having wisely decided that Hell no, I’m not leaving was not suitable-a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” Lady Catherine said.

The door opened, and Spencer shuffled into the room. His smile faded as his gaze bounced between his mother and Andrew. “Is something amiss, Mum?”

She appeared to square her shoulders, then offered Spencer a smile. “No, darling. Did you need to speak to me?”

Spencer looked clearly unconvinced. Instead of answering his mother’s question, he asked, “What were you just talking about?”

Lady Catherine set down her drink, then crossed the pale green Axminster rug to bestow a kiss upon Spencer’s cheek. “Transportation arrangements. Mr. Stanton will be leaving us tomorrow to return to London.”

“Leaving? Tomorrow?” There was no mistaking the boy’s dismay. He turned toward Andrew and gazed at him with eyes brimming with confusion and hurt. “But why? He only arrived yesterday.”

Lady Catherine said, “Mr. Stanton has many responsibilities in London, Spencer, even more with your uncle Philip unavailable. While he was kind enough to leave his work at the museum to escort me home, he must return to his duties.”

“But why must he leave so soon? We’ve only just started-” He clamped his lips together and shot Andrew an imploring look.

“Started what?” Lady Catherine asked.

“A surprise for you,” Andrew cut in. “Something Spencer and I discussed yesterday afternoon. I promised to lend my assistance.”

She raised her brows. “What sort of surprise?”

Pure chagrin washed over Spencer’s face. Before the boy could reply, Andrew again spoke up. “If we told you, it wouldn’t be any sort of surprise.” He shot Spencer a conspiratorial wink. “I believe we need to fetch the dictionary for your mother, Spencer, so she can look up ‘surprise. ’ ”

“I know you’re not normally fond of surprises, Mum,” Spencer said in a rush, “but you’ll like this one. You’ll be proud of me, I know, when we’re finished.”

“I’m already proud of you.”

“Then you’ll be more proud.”

She studied her son’s face for several seconds, then she turned toward Andrew. “You promised him this… whatever it is?”

“I did.”

“You did not mention this to me earlier.”

“It had not occurred to me to do so as that is the nature of a surprise. Also, I hadn’t anticipated my visit here being quite so short in duration.”

Silence filled the room, and Andrew could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind. Why was she suddenly so anxious to get rid of him? Was there some aspect of her life that she worried he’d discover? Her earlier words, this man’s capture means that there is no longer a threat of danger to me bothered him greatly. The fact that he’d detected fear in her eyes more than once since the shooting made her explanation of “danger to my health” ring untrue. Had she lied? If so, why?

There were only two other reasons he could think of that would make her anxious for him leave. If she were interested in forming a relationship with a man-like perhaps one of her many bouquet-sending suitors- Andrew’s presence in her home could put a damper on her plans. But that made little sense since she’d made it plain that she did not wish to form an attachment.

The other reason made his heart pound with hope. If she vehemently did not want to form an attachment, yet found herself attracted to me…

She’d want him to leave. As soon as possible. Could that be why she’d acted so prickly around him lately- because she was fighting desire?

He shook himself from his reverie and looked at her. She looked very disgruntled-rather the way Andrew imagined a general would if his brilliant military campaign was just outmaneuvered. Hmmm. This was very promising.

“How long will this surprise take to complete?” she asked him.

“At least a week,” Andrew said, certain that a halo magically appeared above his head to accompany the angelic expression into which he arranged his features.

“A week!” There was no mistaking her dismay-or the suspicion ripe in her voice.

Spencer instantly brightened. “You can stay that long, Mr. Stanton?”

“Yes,”Andrew said.

She shot him an undecipherable look, then turned toward Spencer, whose eyes were filled with a heartbreaking combination of excitement and hope. There was no mistaking she was torn. Finally, she reached out and ruffled the boy’s dark hair.

“A week,” she agreed.

Spencer’s smile could have lit a darkened room.