The Lady Who Saw Too Much. Thomasine Rappold
set down her tea.
“She told me you declined the invitation to her dinner party next week.”
Alice shot to her feet, hands on hips. Her entire demeanor changed as she challenged the man, face to face. The timid mouse was a tiger at heart. “I told you, Denny, I do not wish to attend.”
Denny. Gia exhaled in relief. For some reason, she felt inexplicably grateful that this particular man was not the man in her vision. Not that she’d wish such a fate on anyone, but the thought of this young, virile, and stunningly handsome man’s end seemed a terrible waste.
“And I told you, you must make an effort,” he said to Alice. “You are twenty years old now. Much too old to spend your days holed up in the house.”
Alice motioned with her eyes toward Gia. “We will discuss this later,” she said through clenched teeth.
Ignoring the cue they had company, he said, “There is nothing to discuss. You will attend Mrs. Folsome’s dinner and that is the end of it.” He turned toward Gia, finally acknowledging her presence in the room. “You’re the companion?”
His blunt question sounded more like an accusation. Gia nodded.
“Then please explain to this stubborn miss the importance of socializing.”
Reluctant to engage in their familial dispute, Gia opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“Denny!” Alice gaped. “You have yet to introduce yourself to Miss York, and you’re already barking orders at her.”
He frowned, lips pursed tight. For a moment, Gia thought he might protest. But with a sigh of resignation, he affirmed that Alice was right. “My apologies, Miss York,” he said as he yanked off his hat. He tossed the hat to a chair and a stern look at Alice. “But my sister has a habit of distracting me from my manners.”
He turned toward Gia, and she swallowed hard beneath his bold scrutiny. He moved closer. The tense slant of his brow slackened, as did the taut line of his mouth. His perfect lips parted, luring all lucid thought from her head. “How do you do?”
Even the smooth sound of his voice had turned pleasing. She licked her suddenly dry lips and managed a nod.
His gaze held hers as he extended his hand. Clasping her fingers, he gave her hand a slight squeeze, all the while appraising her with those placid blue eyes. The heat of his touch pulsed through her veins. He released her, but she remained gripped by a strange giddy sensation. The reaction was girlish and silly, and as overpowering as her visions.
She stared into his face, lost in a moment of mesmerizing desire. Like a cuff to the head, his next words jarred her back to her senses.
“I am Landen Elmsworth.”
Chapter 2
Gia stared at the man, absorbing the confirmation that he was, indeed, the subject of her vision. Oh, please, let me be wrong. But her visions never were wrong. Gia had learned that the hard way. The curse of her prophetic ability had never felt so heavy. She glanced from Mr. Elmsworth to Alice and felt suffocated by the crushing weight of it.
Thoughts of his tragic fate raced through her mind with imagined scenarios. Whatever might lead to his landing at the bottom of a creek bed, his present confidence unnerved her. She longed to warn him, to stress his need for caution, but she couldn’t. Not yet. She had to act carefully if she hoped to influence the outcome of his future. The details of her vision were vivid. There were tinges of color in the leaves on the trees and a brisk chill in the air. She had until late summer at least to figure out something—some way to save him. This prospect gave her the fortitude necessary to pull herself together.
“Alice, would you mind if I spoke with Miss York in private?” he asked, snapping Gia back to attention.
“Not at all.” In her haste to escape, Alice set down her cup, sending tea sloshing over the rim. “I’ll be out in the garden,” she said as she dabbed at the mess.
“My sister spends much of her time in the garden,” Elmsworth muttered.
Gia turned from Alice’s affronted frown to the tall window and the garden beyond. Clusters of budding flowers and neatly pruned shrubs enclosed a stone patio, complete with a fountain. “I can understand why. It’s lovely.”
“Do you enjoy gardening?” Alice asked. The avid gleam in her eye made Gia smile.
“Unfortunately, I lack the green thumb required to nurture a garden. Perhaps you can teach me your secret.”
“Alice wastes enough time in the company of plants,” Elmsworth said. “Your job is to see to it she focuses her attention on people.”
“In other words, Miss York, you’ve been hired to be my friend.” Alice shot to her feet. “Wasted effort on my brother’s part, since I neither want nor need your services.”
Gia fidgeted in her seat. Alice’s opposition would have Gia out of a job before she finished her tea.
As if sensing Gia’s distress, Alice reclaimed her manners. “No offense to you, Miss York, but I prefer to keep to myself.”
“That’s precisely the problem,” he said.
“My problem, Denny, not yours.” Alice lifted her chin. “This entire idea is humiliating. How do you intend to introduce us? As your pathetic sister and the companion you hired to tolerate her company?” Her blue eyes welled with tears.
Elmsworth sighed but said nothing.
Trying not to sound as desperate as she felt, Gia said, “If that’s your worry, Alice, I’m sure we can come up with a more discreet solution. I can be introduced as an old friend of the family who has come to spend the summer with you.”
Alice considered this before glancing to Elmsworth.
“Problem solved,” he said.
Gia breathed a sigh of relief. While she sympathized with Alice’s dilemma, Gia needed this job to save the girl’s brother.
“I suppose I have no choice,” Alice said.
He shrugged. “You can always attend the season’s affairs with Aunt Clara.”
Alice cringed at this alternative before turning to Gia. “Welcome to Misty Lake, Miss York.” With one final frown at her brother, she swished from the room.
* * * *
Landen turned to his sister’s new companion, studying her reaction. Despite the awkwardness of Alice’s little fit, the woman remained poised and collected as she sipped her tea. She was older than he’d expected. And a hell of a lot prettier. Long lashes fringed her brown eyes. Her dark hair was coiled and tucked into her hat, but its unique citrus scent could not be contained. And that mouth…
He cleared his throat—and his wandering mind—amid his pleasant surprise. Aunt Clara’s former companion had been a spectacled, dowdy woman who’d claimed to speak fluent French and prattled incessantly in English.
Miss York’s attractiveness might work in Alice’s favor. Men would flock to this woman, and Alice would be at her side. Perhaps Miss York’s grace and confidence would be contagious and Alice would contract some for herself.
“You’re very hard on her,” she said suddenly.
He blinked at her critical tone.
“Have you tried being patient?”
“I’ve tried everything,” he said. “And I’ve indulged her solitary behavior for too long. Years spent hoping she’d grow out of it. It’s time my sister came around.”
“She’s a lovely young woman.”
“She may as well be a toad for all the good loveliness does her.” He glanced out the window to where Alice knelt amid a thick patch of tall daisies.