Love and the Single Heiress

Mum.” He smiled at Andrew. “And I’m happy you’ve returned, Mr. Stanton.”

“As am I, Spencer.”

“You’re back earlier than we expected,” Catherine said, refusing to acknowledge how much that pleased her. “I hope that means all is well in London?”

“It means I’ve done everything I could for the moment.”

“How bad is the damage to the museum?”

“Extensive, but the repairs are under way.”

“And the investors?”

His jaw tightened, and sympathy pinched her at the sight of the weary lines surrounding his eyes. “Not pleased, as you might imagine, but I’m hopeful that their confidence will soon be restored. I’ve written to Philip, telling him everything. I tried to present the events in the best light possible, but obviously he’ll be very concerned, which in turn will worry Meredith. And there’s only one way to alleviate that.” A regretful look entered his eyes, and Catherine suddenly knew what was coming next. “As much as I hate to cut my visit here short, I’m afraid I must return to London tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Spencer repeated, his voice ripe with the same dismay that flooded Catherine.

“Yes. But I won’t depart until the afternoon, so we’ll have plenty of time for our morning lessons.”

“When will you come back?” Spencer asked.

Andrew’s gaze flicked to Catherine, then he smiled at Spencer-a smile, Catherine noted, that seemed somewhat forced. “Your mother and I will talk about that to see if we can agree upon a date.”

“But you’re welcome here anytime!” Spencer said. “Isn’t he, Mum?”

Catherine’s breath caught at the question, and her gaze flew to Andrew, who regarded her with an unfathomable expression. She desperately did not want to offer Spencer false hope that Mr. Stanton would return, yet she simply could not force herself to say he wasn’t welcome.

Heavy silence swelled for several seconds, then she said lightly, “Don’t worry. Mr. Stanton and I shall discuss the matter.”

“When?” Spencer persisted.

“This evening,” Catherine said. After Andrew and I make love at the springs. After we make love for the last time…

“Are you feeling up to a lesson today, Spencer?” Andrew asked.

Catherine pushed aside her disquieting thoughts and watched her son’s eyes light up. “Yes, I am.”

“Excellent. But first, I have a surprise for you.” He turned toward Catherine. “For you as well, Lady Catherine.”

Her pulse quickened. She used to dislike surprises. Now, however, it seemed she liked them very much. Too much. Before she could stop herself, she asked, “What is it?”

He shook his head sadly, then made a big show of patting down his jacket. “Now where did I place that dictionary?” He looked at Spencer, who was trying, without success, not to smile. “Can you fathom that your mother still does not know the meaning of the word surprise?”

“ ‘Tis shocking,” Spencer said.

“Indeed it is. Therefore, I suggest we go to the stables with all due haste so as to show your mother what a surprise means.”

Before they took a step, however, a knock sounded at the door. Milton’s eyes narrowed. “Not more suitors, I hope,” he muttered. He opened the door to reveal a young footman. “I’ve a note for Lady Catherine,” the footman announced importantly. “From Lord Greybourne.”

Catherine stepped forward, and the young man handed her the missive with a flourish. With her heart thumping, Catherine quickly broke the seal and scanned the brief contents. She looked up at the anxious faces surrounding her and smiled. “The Greybourne heir has arrived-a healthy baby boy they’ve name William. Both mother and son are doing splendidly, although Philip claims he may never be the same again. He swears the entire process was as much an ordeal for him as it was for Meredith.” Catherine looked at the ceiling. “Idiotic man.”

After congratulations were said all around, Catherine briefly excused herself to pen a hasty note to Philip to send back with the footman. Then the group headed off to the stables. When they arrived, Fritzborne greeted them, a grin stretching his mourn wide. “All’s well, Mr. Stanton.”

“Excellent.”Andrew led the way into the stables, pausing in front of the third stall, one Catherine knew was not normally used. “Before I returned to the house today, I visited the village to make several purchases. While I was there, I happened upon something that I simply could not resist.”

“I thought women were supposed to be the renowned shoppers, yet you seem to possess little self-control when faced with any sort of shop,” Catherine teased.

His gaze, avid and warm, rested on hers. “On the contrary, I possess an abundance of self-control.” He paused for several seconds… just enough time to rush fire into her cheeks by making her aware that he referred to far more than shopping, then continued, “Although I do agree that I enjoy buying things for people I… care about. In this instance, however, the purchase was for me, and purely selfish. What do you think?” He opened the stall door.

In the corner, curled up on a bed of fresh hay, lay a sleeping, black-haired puppy.

“It’s a dog,” Spencer said, his voice filled with quiet wonder.

“It is indeed,” Andrew agreed, entering the stall. He gently scooped up the small dog, and was rewarded with a contented doggie sigh. “I’ve wanted one ever since your uncle Philip acquired Prince, who is a very fine dog indeed. Would you like to hold him?”

Spencer, eyes wide, nodded. “Oh, yes. Please.”

Andrew carefully handed over the sleepy dog. Seconds later, the puppy lifted his head and let out a tremendous, pink-tongued yawn. When he caught sight of Spencer, he immediately turned into a wiggling mass of tail-wagging canine joy, licking every bit of Spencer’s chin he could reach, much to Spencer’s laughing delight.

Andrew stepped closer to Catherine and said out of the corner of his mouth, “I believe my dog likes your son.”

“Hmmm. And clearly my son likes your dog. But I have a sneaking suspicion you knew-”

“That they would fall in love with each other?” She felt him turn to look at her, and it required all her strength to keep her gaze fixed upon Spencer. “Yes, I admit I suspected as much.”

“He’s grand, Mr. Stanton,” Spencer said, accepting ecstatic puppy licks to his cheeks. “Where did you get him?”

“In the village, from the blacksmith. I’d stopped to make a purchase, and he introduced me to the entire litter his dog had birthed two months ago. Six adorable little devils. It was difficult to make a choice. This fellow sort of chose me, and the feeling was mutual.”

“I imagine so,” Spencer murmured, burying his face in the dog’s curly fur.

Unable to resist, Catherine reached out and scratched behind the adorable puppy’s ears. A look of utter devotion entered the pup’s black eyes. “Oh, you’re a charmer, aren’t you,” she said with a laugh.

“What is his name?” Spencer asked.

“The blacksmith called him Shadow, and it seems to suit as the little fellow followed me all about. What do you think?”

Spencer held the puppy at arm’s length and inclined his head first right, then left. Pink tongue panting, tiny ears perked, the puppy mimicked his actions, tilting his little head. They all laughed, and Catherine said, “It seems that Shadow is indeed the perfect name.”

“Then Shadow it is. Now, we’re heading outside, behind the stables. Spencer, would you mind carrying Shadow for me?”

Catherine couldn’t help but laugh. “That is like asking a mouse if it minds eating a bit more cheese.”

They walked outside together, and Andrew led them to a large blanket spread on the lawn under the shade of an elm. Catherine gazed curiously at the tarp to one side of the blanket. “What is under there?”

He smiled. “We’re going to make some magic. But it’s a two-man job, I’m afraid. I need someone strong to assist me.” He made a great show of looking around.

“I’ll help,” Spencer said eagerly.

“A volunteer. Excellent. Lady Catherine, would you be so kind as to mind Shadow, so Spencer and I can proceed?” Catherine agreed, taking the puppy from Spencer.