Back The Lady Gets Lucky
Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Announcement
  34. About the Author
  35. Also by Joanna Shupe
  36. About the Publisher

When he came in, Alice’s head flew up. She didn’t say anything, just watched him approach from her seat on the couch.

“Hello,” Miss Delafield said. “You’ve heard the news, I suppose.”

“I have,” Kit confirmed. “Cannot say I’m surprised.”

“Me neither. Harrison must be overjoyed.”

“I would imagine so. I haven’t seen him yet.”

Alice said nothing, merely fingered a button on her jacket. An awkward silence descended, and Katherine pointed to the entryway. “I should find my aunt. Alice, we’ll catch up in the city. Goodbye, Mr. Ward.”

“Goodbye, Miss Delafield.”

She left and Kit walked over to Alice. “How is your ankle?”

“Still hurts.”

He lowered himself to the other end of the sofa. “I sense that you’re upset. Have I done something wrong?”

She looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. “All of this is my fault.”

“Your mother’s fault, from what I hear.”

“I suppose, but everyone will be talking about her. About me.”

“Let them talk. In the end it won’t matter because Harrison and Maddie were destined to end up together. The scandal was bound to happen at some point before she married the duke.”

“She is so embarrassing,” Alice whispered, her expression miserable, and Kit didn’t pretend to misunderstand the person they were discussing.

“I know how that feels,” he said quietly. “My father is a well-dressed confidence man. While he didn’t peddle phony medicinal tonic, he fleeced everyone in sight for years. Spent my mother’s fortune, then drained the trust funds of my brother and sister. He has no moral compass, no conscience and no limit to his depravity.”

“I’m sorry.”

He gave her a rueful smile. “He left my mother when she started to grow ill. Started a new family out West with her money before she was even in the ground. So yes, I know a little about embarrassing parents.”

Her fingers reached for his hand, and she squeezed. “Thank you for sharing that.”

Blowing out a long breath, he shook off those terrible memories. “What I’m trying to say is forget about her. You are not your mother, Alice. No one could ever confuse the two of you. Not in a million years.”

“You are very kind.”

“I am only telling the truth. Remember, I said I’d never lie to you?”

“I remember. Thank you. For everything.”

That sounded ominous. “Listen, Alice. I know you said it would be impossible to continue our bargain in New York, but I have some ideas on how—”

“Kit, no.”

He blinked at her immediate refusal to hear him out. “Just like that? You don’t even wish to hear what I have to say?”

“It’s pointless. There are too many barriers and I think it’s for the best.”

Disappointment sank in his stomach. “Why?”

“We’ll be caught. It’s just too difficult.”