Chapters (71)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Part Two
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Part Three
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Part Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Part Five
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
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“None around at the moment,” Adrian answered. “At least, none I’m bowled over by.”
“Things can change in the blink of an eye, as I so recently discovered.…” He paused, and then said swiftly, “I see my butler, coming out onto the terrace. I think he must be looking for me.” Without another word, Robert hurried toward the long terrace above the lawns, leaving Adrian to follow. As he rushed forward, he called, “Are you looking for me, Camden?”
“Yes, Your Lordship. A young lady has just arrived and—”
“Did you show her into a sitting room?” Robert cut in.
“No, Lord Lassiter. At least, I tried to do so, but she said she preferred to wait in the hall.”
“I see. Thank you, Camden.” Robert edged around the butler and went inside through the French doors.
The moment Robert saw her, his face changed, filled with shock. He strode down the hall, saying, “Thank God you are here. I’ve been so worried about you.”
When he came to a standstill in front of her, she stood up and stepped into his outstretched arms. He held her close to him, and then he stepped back, looked down into her upturned face.
“Thank God you’re alive,” Robert said, his voice full of feeling. “Nobody knew how to find you. I even wrote to that monstrous brother of yours, to Lawrence, but got no response. So, where on earth have you been, Moira?”
“In Leeds, Robert. But I’ve written to you. Twice. Once when I arrived in London. And again when I got to Leeds. You never replied,” she said, a hint of sadness echoing.
“I never received your letters,” he answered. “I did get the short note you wrote from Galway, and I did send you a condolence letter and explained I was right in the middle of a very big property deal in London and couldn’t leave for her funeral. Did you receive that at least?” Robert stared at her intently.
“Yes. But my brother behaved terribly badly. He had already agreed on a sale of the Galway house, while Mother lay dying, and he ransacked the house, looking for Mother’s jewels, which he never found.”
“I know she did have a special collection from your father, that he gave her when he was alive. Separate from any of the family jewelry,” Robert murmured. “All diamonds, I believe.”