Reece gazes at me as if he’s cataloging all the ways I’ve changed over the years. Without saying a word, he stalks closer and takes my hand. My nails are polished jet black, my signature color lately, and he looks displeased somehow.
Lord Vickers had not been pleased when his daughter had married a country gentleman of limited means. As far as Annabel knew, he had never revised that opinion.Louisa‘s mother, on the other hand, had wed the younger son of the Duke of Fenniwick a mere three months before the elder son of the Duke of Fenniwick had taken a stupid jump on an ill-trained stallion and broken his noble neck. It had been, in the words of Lord Vickers, ―Damned good timing."
For Louisa‘s mother, that was; not for the dead heir. Or the horse.It was not surprising that Annabel and Louisa had crossed paths only rarely before this spring.The Winslows, with their copious progeny squeezed into a too-small house, had little in common with the McCanns, who, when they weren‘t in residence at their palatial London mansion, made their home in an ancient castle just over the Scottish border.
―Annabel‘s father was one of ten," Lord Vickers said.Annabel turned her head to look at him more carefully. It was the closest her grandfather had ever come to an actual compliment toward her father, God rest his soul.
―Really?" Lord Newbury asked, looking at Annabel with glintier eyes than ever. Annabel sucked in her lips, clasped her hands together in her lap, and wondered what she might do to give off the air of being infertile.
―And of course we have seven," Lord Vickers said, waving his hand through the air in the modest way men do when they are really not being modest at all.Reece nods in approval as the bartender strolls away and grabs a bottle of Macallan, an expensive aged Scotch.
Clever line. Is that your doing? I ask, nodding after the bartender.The line? No, I paid a publicity company twenty thousand dollars to come up with that.
When it’s placed before me, I take a small sip of the drink, letting the burn fade on my tongue before I swallow just like Reece showed me. We sip our drinks quietly, a strange energy burning between us. It’s sexually charged, but there’s something else too—something I don’t quite understand yet, but want to.What did you do today? he asks.