Love and the Single Heiress

My Dearest Catherine:

I believe Carmichael is Lewis Manning’s father, and that it is not you, but me whom he seeks. In my attempt to protect you from danger, I brought it right to you. Keep the doors and windows locked, and you, Spencer, and the staff remain in the house. I’ll see to it that Carmichael never hurts anyone again.

I leave as a parting gift my most prized possession. Philip was going to leave these behind when we departed Egypt, so I took them. From that very first time I heard the words you ‘d written to Philip, I felt as if I’d been turned inside out. I fell deeply, hopelessly in love with you the moment I saw your beautiful image in his miniature. You’ve lived in my heart since that day. I lived off your every word for years, and I thank you for the courage and hope they brought me. Please keep the ring as a token of my gratitude and affection.

Andrew

With shaking fingers, she unwrapped the white linen, realizing with a heavy heart it was the handkerchief she’d given him. Unfolding the last piece of material she looked down. The emerald ring rested on top of a thick bundle of faded letters tied with a worn piece of leather. She instantly recognized her own handwriting.

She felt the blood drain from her face. These were the dozens of letters she’d written to Philip while he was abroad. Andrew’s most prized possession.

The truth hit her like a backhanded slap, and she felt an overwhelming need to sit down. His love for her was not of a recent nature as she’d assumed. He’d been in love with her for… six years. He’d rescued these letters before leaving Egypt, keeping them with him all this time. And now had given them to her. Wrapped in the handkerchief she’d made him, leaving everything of her behind. Because she’d sent him away.

Something wet plopped onto her hand. Dazed, she stared at the tear, as another, then another, fell onto her skin. All those years she’d ached with loneliness, endured her husband’s cruel neglect and rejection of her and Spencer, Andrew had been wanting her. Needing her. Loving her.

The realization, the depth of his feelings, his devotion, humbled her, enervated her, and she could almost feel the wall she’d built around herself and her heart crumbling, leaving her exposed and her feelings utterly bare. Undeniable. She could hide from them no longer. She did not simply desire Andrew. She loved him.

A sob escaped her, and she pressed her trembling lips together. With an impatient exclamation, she dashed the back of her hand over her eyes. Later. She could cry later, although she dearly hoped she would not need to. Right now she needed to figure out where Andrew had gone, think of a way to help him find Carmichael. Then tell him what a fool she’d been. And pray he’d forgive her for the hurt her fears and confusion had caused both of them.

Clutching the letters and ring to her chest, she paced to the window and stared out at the soft, golden light signaling dawn. Her gaze drifted toward the stables in the distance, and she blinked at the sight of Andrew’s familiar, broad-shouldered figure approaching the wide double doors. Her heart jumped in relief. He was still here. If she hurried, she could reach the stables before he left. But with Carmichael possibly about, she needed some protection.

She dashed to her bedchamber, then dropped to her knees before her wardrobe and pulled out a worn hatbox. After opening the lid, she removed the small, pearl-handled pistol hidden beneath a pile of old gloves. She then set Andrew’s letters and the ring on top and replaced the hatbox. Cursing the further delay, she hurriedly dressed, then, slipping the pistol into the pocket of her gown, left the room.

Chapter 20

Today’s Modern Woman should always practice prudence and caution where matters of the heart are concerned. Sometimes, however, fate will present her with the one man who slips under her guard and turns her heart to porridge. If the gentleman should happen to feel the same way about her, she needs to recognize that fir the miracle it is and not hesitate to carpe hominis-seize the man!

A Ladies’ Guide to the Pursuit of

Personal Happiness and Intimate Fulfillment

by Charles Brightmore

Andrew paused in the doorway of the stables to allow his vision to adjust to the dimness of the interior, his pistol balanced in his palm. He slowly scanned the vast interior, eyes and ears straining for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing appeared amiss, and a quick search ascertained that Carmichael wasn’t hiding in one of the stalls or the loft. Fritzborne wasn’t about, which concerned Andrew. Surely he’d returned from Mrs. Ralston’s cottage by now.

He allowed himself another quick peek over the door of the third stall where Shadow slept, curled up in the corner on a blanket-covered bed of hay. He’d have to make arrangements for someone to retrieve the puppy for him. And return Aphrodite. God knew he wouldn’t have the strength to come back to Little Longstone again himself.

Forcing his feet to move, he walked into the tack room. After setting down his pistol on a worn bench, he was preparing to reach for Aphrodite’s saddle when he heard Spencer’s voice ask, “You’re leaving, Mr. Stanton?”

Andrew turned swiftly. Spencer stood framed in the doorway, his eyes reflecting confusion and hurt.

Alarm rushed through Andrew. With Carmichael looking for him, the last place Andrew wanted Spencer was here.

Andrew approached him, his stomach tight with concern. “What are you doing here, Spencer?”

“I wanted to play with Shadow. As I left the house, I saw you entering the stables. You’re leaving?” he asked again.

“I’m afraid so.”

A stricken look came over Spencer’s face. “Without saying good-bye?”

Guilt kicked Andrew squarely in the gut. “Only for now. And only because time is very short. I planned to write you.” He quickly told him what was going on, concluding with, “As soon I’ve saddled Aphrodite, I’ll take you back to the house. You must remain inside until Carmichael is caught. Protect your mother. Do you understand?”

Spencer nodded. “When will you come back?”

Andrew pulled in a deep breath. There was no time to say all the things he wanted to, but he couldn’t do less than give Spencer the truth.

“Do you recall all those bothersome suitors who wish to court your mother?”

“Of course. We showed them not to pester Mum anymore, didn’t we?”

“Yes, we did. But unfortunately I fear I’ve become one of the bothersome suitors.”

Spencer blinked several times. “You want to court my mum?”

“I wanted to, yes, but things are not going to work out as I’d hoped.”

Spencer frowned, and Andrew could almost hear the wheels turning in the young man’s mind. “Why aren’t things going to work out? Mum likes you, I know she does. And… and she enjoyed the strawberry ice very much.”

“I know she likes me. But sometimes liking someone isn’t enough. And in this case, it isn’t enough.”

His bottom lip trembled and his eyes welled with moisture. “So you’re not ever coming back?”

God help him. How many times could his bloody heart break in one day? Andrew reached out and rested his hands on Spencer’s shoulders. “I’m afraid not. But I want you to know that you are welcome to visit me in London anytime you wish.”

“I am?”

“Yes. And I hope you’ll seriously consider making the journey. I believe you’re ready to venture outside Little