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For Ella Quinn’s bachelors, courtship is all about gamesmanship, until the right woman shows them how much they have to learn . . .
Since she was a young girl, Anna Marsh has dreamed of Sebastian, Baron Rutherford asking for her hand in marriage. But that was in another life when her brother Harry was alive, before she vowed to secretly continue the work he valiantly died for. Now as Sebastian finally courts Anna, she must thwart his advances. Were he to discover her secret, he would never deem her a suitable wife . . .
Sebastian has always known Anna would become his wife someday. He expects few obstacles, but when she dissuades him at every turn he soon realizes there is much more to this intriguing woman. Somehow he must prove to her that they are meant to be together. But first he must unravel the seductive mystery that is Miss Anna Marsh . . .
Release date: November 1, 2013
Publisher: eKensington
Print pages: 348
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The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh
Ella Quinn
Miss Anna Marsh was in her parlor reading, when her maid, Lizzy, entered and held out a grubby piece of paper.
“Came from my brother, Kev, this morning,” Lizzy said.
Anna nodded, took the note, and opened it. She perused the contents, then closed her eyes. “I’m going to have to find a way to convince Mama to allow me to remove to Marsh Hill before the Little Season has ended. Though I cannot do anything until after Lady Phoebe’s wedding.”
“That bad, miss?” Her maid screwed up her face. “You might have a time of it. I heard Lady Marsh was planning to go to some country house next week.”
Anna sighed. Ever since her brother Harry’s death, Mama had become difficult. “She probably expects me to go with her.” Anna shrugged. “Well, I cannot. Someone has been sniffing around Thanport. I don’t like the sound of it.” Anna rose and walked over to her mahogany writing desk. She opened a drawer. Eschewing the neat stack of elegant pressed paper, she pulled out a piece of the distinctly rougher type. “I’ll write Kev and tell him to lay low until I can get there.”
She sealed the message and handed it to Lizzy. “Make sure this goes out today, even if you have to take it yourself.”
“Yes, miss.”
Anna pinched her upper nose. “I do hope this is not going to make our lives even more complicated.”
“What do you think that other man wants?” Lizzy asked.
“I don’t know.” Anna shook her head. “But I have a feeling whatever it is will do us no good. I’m going to Mama and try to talk her around. I do wish she and Papa could settle their differences.”
Lizzy nodded. “It does make things a bit more difficult.”
“That it does.” Anna smiled grimly.
A few minutes later, she knocked briefly on the door to the morning room in the back of the house, and tripped in only to stop. The gentleman sitting on a chair next to her mother’s chaise rose. Anna curtseyed.
Sebastian, Baron Rutherford, rose and bowed. Anna fought the urge to smile. He was tall and rangy. The cut of his coat molded to his broad shoulders, and his pantaloons clung to his muscular legs. He had hair the color of a hazelnut and impossibly gray eyes. When he was angry, they shone like molten silver. Anna frequently made him angry.
She’d loved him since she was a child. If he’d asked for her hand when she’d first come out, she would have accepted him. Now, at one and twenty, she was wiser.
Sebastian—he hated his given name—had spent the last few years dangling after Anna’s best friend, Phoebe, who was now marrying Lord Marcus Finley. With no more cover and his mother nagging at him to wed, he’d turned to Anna. Yet, the past two years had made it impossible for her to marry him unless he truly loved her and all she was. She wasn’t sure they even knew each other anymore.
Anna met his gaze coolly. “Lord Rutherford, pray, what brings you here?”
“Oh, Anna dear,” her mother said. “Lord Rutherford has very kindly offered to help by escorting you to Charteries for Lady Phoebe’s wedding.”
Anna raised a brow and stared at Sebastian for a moment before turning to address her mother. Lady Marsh reminded Anna of a wraith. Her mother’s dark brown hair was still unmarked by silver. She always dressed in flowing gowns and draped gauzy shawls around her shoulders, giving the impression she would blow away if one breathed hard enough. Mama desperately wanted Anna married and could not understand how it was she’d reached the age of one and twenty still single.
As objecting to Sebastian’s escort would do her no good, Anna kept the smile on her face. “Yes, Mama, very kind of him.” She glanced at him and thought she saw the remnants of a smug look on his face. “How do you think of these ideas?” she asked sweetly.
His lips twitched slightly. “I really couldn’t tell you, Miss Marsh. It just popped into my head. We are both attending the wedding after all.”
It did not auger well for him that he had used her mother to get his way. “Yes, we do have that in common.”
“Well, my dear,” Mama said, apparently oblivious to the tension between Anna and her guest. “Lord Rutherford would like to leave fairly early. He is to stand up with Lord Marcus, you know.”
Anna’s expression didn’t change, nor did her dulcet tones. “Indeed? How interesting. I trust you’re not doing it for the practice, my lord.”
The innocent expression in Miss Marsh’s large blue eyes belied the stubborn set of her lips. Rutherford turned his choking laughter into a cough and looked down so she couldn’t see his expression.
When he raised his head, she was in negotiations about something with Lady Marsh. He took the time to admire her. As always, Anna was elegantly attired. She wore a day gown in printed mulberry, and he could make out the lean lines of her slender figure. Lately, his fingers had itched to touch her in ways they never had before.
Gleaming chestnut curls were allowed to escape the loose knot held by combs at the back of her head. During the past year, her heart-shaped face had lost much of its youthful roundness. When she stood, the top of her head was below his collarbone. Rutherford had kicked himself at least a dozen times in the last few weeks for not having made a move to engage her affections sooner.
He had simply always just assumed she’d be available when he was ready, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. To his chagrin, after Anna had made it very clear he’d have to win her heart, he’d noticed other gentlemen of his ilk also vying for her hand. He wished she’d go home to Kent where he’d have a better chance. At least he’d have her alone. The only other gentleman of marriageable age living in their area was that insufferable pup, Percy Blanchard. Rutherford had nothing to fear on that score.
“But Mama,” Anna said reasonably, “the Season is almost over. There are only two weeks left, and it will be terribly flat with Phoebe gone. Papa is at Marsh Hill, and so is Aunt Lillian. I’ll be perfectly fine. I can leave from the wedding. If we take the coast roads from Sussex . . .”
“Anna,” her mother interrupted, “I will not hear of you taking that route. It is too dangerous. You will stay on the highway where it’s safer.”
“Yes, Mama. Of course, you’re right. Should I take everything with me or will you send it by courier?”
Rutherford frowned slightly. Anna had just won the argument and had really made no concessions at all.
“You will never fit all your baggage in the coach,” Lady Marsh said. “Have your maid pack your trunks, and I shall send them.”
“Thank you, Mama. I can make the arrangements. There is no need to put yourself out over it.” Anna bent and kissed her mother’s cheek.
“Very well, my dear. Thank you.”
Rutherford wanted to shake his head. When he’d proposed last week, and she’d refused, he had thought it was out of pique that he hadn’t asked earlier. It had been clear she was no longer a scruffy little girl in pigtails wearing grown-up clothes, but in fact was ready to take on the role of his wife.
Was something else going on?
“Lord Rutherford,” Anna said. “I shall be ready to leave when you are. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He watched her walk out of the room, and a sense that she had walked out of his life passed over him. Drat the girl. She was up to something, and he needed to find out what it was. Perhaps he should have been spending more time with Anna and less hiding behind Lady Phoebe’s skirts. He was being ridiculous. He’d known Anna since her birth. That was one of the reasons he wanted to marry her. During the past few years his life had been complicated enough. With her, there would be no surprises.
He almost offered to escort her to Kent, but he’d received a message from the Home Office to hold himself ready, so he needed to return to London after the wedding.
He bowed to Lady Marsh. “My lady, I trust I shall see you in the morning. I am glad I could be of service.”
“My dear, Lord Rutherford, I cannot thank you enough for offering to keep an eye on my poor little Anna.”
Rutherford gave her his most charming smile. “Not at all, my lady, it will be my pleasure.”
He took his leave. Poor little Anna, indeed. The minx. What could she be up to that necessitated an early return to Kent?
Rutherford arrived at his town house in Berkeley Square to find a letter waiting for him asking him to attend Lord Jamison of the Home Office. He immediately set out again. Whatever it was, it had to be important for them to contact him after he’d sold out.
Twenty minutes later he entered Jamison’s chamber.
Jamison stood and motioned Rutherford to a seat. “Glad you could come.”
Rutherford regarded the large, buff, fair-haired gentleman with a sapient eye. “What is it you need me to do?”
“We think we’ve a bit of a problem in your area of Kent.” Jamison glanced through some documents on his desk. “All along the coast actually. You’re not the only one we’re calling in.” His bushy brows drew together. “We’ve heard rumors out of France that some of Napoleon’s former officers might take up his cause. I’ve no doubt they’ll be trying to run information through the smuggling gangs. That’s where you come in.” Jamison put his elbows on his desk and leaned forward. “Harry Marsh used to keep track of the smugglers in your area. You’ll have to do it now.”
Rutherford frowned. “I thought they’d disbanded. That was the reason Harry could leave to work elsewhere.”
Jamison shook his large head. “No, my boy. Harry had got someone else to take them over. Never told us who it was. All he said was the man was responsible and would have good control over them. After all, it was only to have been for a few months.”
Rutherford leaned back in his chair and blew out a breath. “I wonder who? I’ll have to scout around and try to find out who the smugglers’ head man is. Harry always took the lead with them. I went a few times, but I’m not even sure they’d remember me.” Rutherford sat up and scowled. “I wish to hell he’d stayed and not gone over to France.”
Jamison nodded. “He was a good man. Reckless, but good. A shame his family can’t be told the truth about his death.”
“I’ve no idea how they’d feel about his being an intelligencer. Better to let them think he died in Badajoz rather than on a mission.” Most Englishmen thought spying the lowest form of vocation. If they only knew the military could not have won without its spies and the information they gathered. “I’ll be able to travel to Kent in a couple of days.” Rutherford stood. “I’ve a good friend getting married. I’ll go after the wedding.”
Jamison rose and held out his hand. “Thank you. I know you don’t have to do this.”
Rutherford clasped his former chief ’s hand and smiled. “I’ll accept your thanks. You’re likely the only one to offer them.”
“Rutherford,” Jamison said, “let me know if you need reinforcements.”
“You can be sure that I will.”
Damn Harry Marsh for going off and getting himself killed. Who the devil did he find to take his place? A mental review of the men in his area capable of handling the task came up with nothing. Two years ago, they had all either been too young, gone off doing other things, or incompetent.
The only good thing to come of this was that he would be able to escort Anna home after the wedding ceremony. He wondered how she’d take that bit of news and decided not to tell her until they were already at Marcus’s family’s estate.
Anna entered her bedchamber to find Lizzy packing. “Did you send the note off?”
“Yes, miss, I had a footman take it.” Lizzy said. “Told him it was a letter from me to home.”
“Good. We’ll be traveling home after the wedding.” Anna looked at the clothes spread around the room. “You’ve no time to lose. Everything must be packed this afternoon. I shall make arrangements for the courier to pick the trunks up in the morning.”
“Yes, miss. I have to say, I’ll be glad to be home.”
For the first time that day, Anna relaxed. “Yes, it will be good to be back in Kent again. Do you want me to help you?”
Lizzy grinned. “No offense, miss, but you’re no hand at folding. I’ll have it done in a trice.”
“Very well, then,” Anna replied. “If you’re sure you don’t need my help, I have some shopping I should complete.”
“No, miss.” Her maid shook out a gown. “You go on.”
Anna found a footman to accompany her, left a message for her mother with the butler, and walked out the door in the direction of Bond Street. She had several items of clothing she needed to fetch and a new hat to buy, as well as silk stockings and other small items she’d not find anywhere closer than Dover.
Two hours later, pleased that she’d found all she needed in such a short amount of time, she returned to Marsh House in time for tea.
Her mother handed her a cup, and Anna helped herself to some of the various biscuits as well as a scone with clotted cream and jam. “I’ve finished my shopping, and Lizzy is packing. The carter will pick up my trunks in the morning.”
“I hope you have a wonderful time at the wedding, my dear,” Lady Marsh said. “I was so pleased to hear that Lady Phoebe is finally marrying. She certainly has taken her time settling on someone.”
“Yes, Mama. We are all delighted for Phoebe.” Mama had in no way approved of the license Phoebe had been given and could not fathom any lady’s waiting for a love match. Mama’s match had been arranged, and she and Papa had got along very well until Harry died. Then it all seemed to fall apart.
Lady Marsh frowned. “I don’t understand why Lady Phoebe had to pick the most eligible gentleman available this Season. Really, Anna, I think you could have done something more to interest him.”
Anna valiantly forbore sighing. Lord Marcus Finley, Phoebe’s intended, had been the topic of conversation since early September. “Mama, I’ve told you. He formed an attachment for Phoebe years ago,” Anna said. “The only reason he danced with me, that one time, was to aid her. I never had a chance, and I would have looked ridiculous trying to set my cap at him.”
“Please do not use that vulgar term,” her mother replied. “There is Rutherford, my love. He is very eligible, and his mother told me that since he didn’t do a good job attaching Lady Phoebe . . .”
“Mama,” Anna interrupted. “Phoebe had no interest in Rutherford. They are friends. That is all.”
“As I was saying, my dear, Lord Rutherford is free and in need of a wife. I am sure, if you would only make yourself agreeable to him, he’d be happy to make you an offer.”
Anna resisted the urge to cast her eyes upward. She missed the intimacy she’d had with her mother before Harry’s death. Everything was so different now. Anna certainly wasn’t going to tell her mother Sebastian had proposed. Trying to turn the conversation away from marriage, Anna said. “Mama, why do you call him Lord Rutherford, when you’ve known him all his life?”
“That is what we do, my dear. You would be well advised to remember he is no longer a schoolboy, but rather a very eligible gentleman.”
“Yes, Mama,” Anna replied meekly, and rose. “I must check on Lizzy. She has a lot to pack and not much time. I shall see you at dinner.”
“Oh, my dear, I forgot to tell you. I am dining with Lady Worthington. I do not plan to make a late evening of it, but if you have retired by the time I come home, I shall see you in the morning before you leave.”
“Please give Lady Worthington my best wishes and enjoy yourself.” Anna kissed her mother’s cheek and left the room.
Anna walked to the library. If she was to spend the better part of two days in a coach, she’d need books. After searching the shelves, she selected a novel she hadn’t seen before. She looked more closely at the cover, opened it, and tilted her head. The pages were full of pictures of naked couples doing the most shocking things and directions as to how to do them. She shut the book, then opened it up again, fascinated by the pictures.
Oh my, Mama certainly didn’t buy this book! It must have been Harry’s. Anna put it back on the shelf. Tears filled her eyes. She wished Harry were here. He’d know how to help her. Even though he was ten years older than she, they had always been close. She remembered him holding her when she was very young. He had always been the first one to arrive when she woke terrified at night.
Even when she was five and he was fifteen, although he didn’t really want her following him and Sebastian around, Harry had never tried to stop her. When he’d left, Harry had made her responsible for the smugglers he’d led. Granted he had thought it would only be for a few months, but he’d taught her well. Anna had held the group together for almost three years without mishap, and she would continue to lead them.
She wondered briefly how Sebastian would take that part of her life. The secret part. Only Lizzy, her brother, Kev, and Harry’s old groom, Humphrey, knew Anna’s identity and that she was female. Her position in the smuggling gang was one of the many reasons Sebastian must be in love with her before she could agree to marry him. He’d have to accept her as she was now.
Anna remained in the library curled up in a chair. When she was ten years old, she had decided to marry Sebastian. That he was twenty hadn’t bothered her a bit. That he might wed someone else had never entered her mind. Even now, marriage to someone else wasn’t a consideration. She’d marry him or no one. Unfortunately, no one was now a real possibility. Anna stared into the fire trying to envision her future without him and got absolutely nowhere. He was such an integral part of her past.
A footman came in, closed the drapes against the late afternoon gloom, and lit the wall sconces and candelabras.
“Please ask Cook if dinner can be served earlier.”
“Yes, miss.”
He came back a few minutes later, to assure her Cook would be happy to bring dinner forward.
Once the footman left, she got up and went back to the bookshelf. Anna found a couple of novels before leaving the room and, after some hesitation, took Harry’s book as well. If nothing else, it would make her feel closer to him.
Rutherford decided not to tell either Anna or Lady Marsh he would accompany Anna to Marsh Hill. She’d accepted his escort, albeit unwillingly, to Charteries, Marcus’s family’s estate. Rutherford had no desire to push his luck any further until he had to. Miss Marsh would discover he intended to escort her to Kent when he did not turn off the post road to London, and by then it would be too late for her to object.
Arriving the next morning shortly after eight o’clock, he discovered that early was a relative term. Anna was ready at eight o’clock. Lady Marsh had not yet come down.
He paced the entry hall and checked his pocket watch, again, before addressing Anna. “Do you think she’ll be much longer?”
“I’ll send someone to fetch her. It’s not good to keep the horses waiting like this.” Anna hailed a maid and gave her instructions.
Thirty minutes later, Lady Marsh appeared on the stairs. “Good morning, Lord Rutherford. I do hope I have not kept you waiting.”
He took the offered hand and bowed. “No, my lady. Not at all.”
Anna glanced up at the ceiling. “Mama, we must depart if we are to reach Charteries by noon.”
Lady Marsh fluttered over Anna like a hen over a chick. “Do you have everything you need?”
“Yes, Mama.”
Anna turned to go out the front door, and her mother embraced her. “My dear, child. How I will miss you.”
Anna returned the hug. “I will miss you as well. We must leave.”
Tears sprang into Lady Marsh’s eyes. “Yes, of course. How silly of me.”
She stood in the door weeping and mopping her eyes with a lace-trimmed handkerchief as Rutherford helped Anna into the coach. You’d have thought Anna was going to Russia and Lady Marsh would never see her daughter again. “I don’t remember your mother being like this.”
Anna frowned slightly. “Ever since Harry died she has been.”
“Lady Marsh has never recovered?”
“No. Not really,” Anna said sadly.
Rutherford couldn’t imagine how painful losing a child would be. The death of his friend had been hard enough to bear. Rutherford closed the door and gave the coachman the signal to start. He mounted his horse, waiting until the outriders Lady Marsh had hired flanked the carriage, before following after them. They made their way through London’s morning traffic, then on to the post road without incident.
The trip would take approximately three hours. They stopped midway to refresh themselves. It would be a good time to start getting back into Anna’s good graces.
He handed her down from the coach. “I’ve reserved a private parlor, if you’d like it?”
She glanced around. “Thank you, but I think I’d prefer to stand for a while.”
“Very understandable. Would you like hot cider?”
“Yes, please.”
He found a servant to bring their drinks. “Anna, it’s occurred to me that I could have been of more help since Harry died. I’m sorry I was not.”
She glanced suddenly at him, her brows drawn together. “It wasn’t your fault you kept being called away to your other estates.”
“I might have left it in my steward’s hands.” He should have quit going on missions and paid more attention to Anna.
“That is never the answer. You owe a duty to your dependents.”
This conversation was not going at all how he wanted it to. While he was trying to think of what else to say, the coachman came up.
“Miss, it’s time we were going again.”
Anna put her cup down on a bench. “I’ll be right there.”
When Rutherford and Anna arrived at Charteries, Lord Marcus Finley, second son of the Marquis of Dunwood, met them. Rutherford had known Marcus since Eton and could think of no one better to confide in regarding his problems with Miss Marsh, particularly since Marcus had managed to bring Lady Phoebe up to scratch after her six years on the Marriage Mart.
“Welcome to Charteries.” Marcus handed Anna down from the coach. “Phoebe will be with you directly. I’ve sent a message to her.”
Anna smiled. “Thank you, my lord. If you’ll have someone show me to my chamber, I’ll be ready for her.”
Marcus addressed his butler. “Wilson, please have Miss Marsh and her maid escorted to her room.”
Rutherford dismounted and greeted his friend. “I’d like to have a word with you if I could.”
Marcus raised a brow. “Yes, of course. Wash your dirt off, and meet me in the morning room.”
Rutherford shook his hand. “Thank you.”
A half an hour later, Marcus handed Rutherford a glass of wine. “Please have a seat. What do you wish to discuss?”
Rutherford heaved a sigh. “Finley, you’re getting leg shackled. Can you tell me how to do it?”
Marcus laughed.
Rutherford grinned ruefully. “Yes, I know. That I, of all people, should be asking that question, but Finley, I am quite serious.”
Marcus struggled to regain his countenance. “What in God’s name has brought this about? I thought you were sure of Miss Marsh?”
“I thought so as well,” Rutherford said, chagrined. “However, it turns out she is not coming round as I’d hoped. Sometimes it seems as if she’s avoiding me.”
Marcus dropped into a chair. “I suppose you’d better tell me about it.”
“I thought she would just accept me,” Rutherford said.
“Are you telling me”—Marcus leaned forward, with an incredulous look on his face—“you expected her to accept you, when you’d been dancing attendance on Phoebe for years and then gave Miss Marsh no reason why she should marry you?”
Rutherford wouldn’t have put it quite like that. “Well, you see . . .” He paused, trying to find the words. “I’ve known her all her life. I thought she was already in a fair way to being in love with me, or at least liking me a good deal. It never occurred to me . . .”
“Never occurred to you,” Marcus retorted, “she might not appreciate being treated as a sure thing?”
Rutherford heaved a sigh. “I suppose I didn’t think of it in those terms.”
Marcus shook his head. “What a sapskull. I don’t know Miss Marsh that intimately, but I know her well enough to expect she’d bridle at that sort of arrogant behavior.”
Perhaps Marcus had a point. “I thought I’d leave well enough alone until I needed to marry, or until I thought she might be forming an attachment for someone else.” Something seemed to lodge in his throat, and he coughed. “She was very young, and as long as her heart wasn’t otherwise engaged . . .”
“Rutherford,” Marcus said. “You’ve rushed your fences and taken a fall. It appears to me you need to start over. You, my friend, will have to undergo the humiliating experience of courting the woman you could probably have had without effort three or more years ago, when she was not so knowledgeable.”
Rutherford remembered Anna smiling at him and then accepting another gentleman’s offer to dance, or to escort her to supper. He couldn’t believe he’d been so blind. “Now that you’ve said it, it all makes sense.” He groaned. “The way she’s hung back from me and kept me at arm’s length. She plans to go home to Kent when she leaves here. I shall accompany her, but I don’t intend to tell her.”
Marcus asked. “Are you sure she is the one for you?”
“Of course she is. Despite her recent behavior, I’ve known her all her life. Marriage with her would be comfortable. There’d be no surprises.” Rutherford picked up his glass and twirled the wine before taking a sip. “She’s poised and fits well into Polite Society. I’ve heard that since her brother’s death, she’s assumed all the household responsibilities at her home. I’m sure we’ll have our little disagreements from time to time, but she is used to taking her lead from me.” Rutherford nodded his head. “Yes, I believe she is now ready to take her position as Lady Rutherford.”
In fact, he couldn’t imagine his life without her. For years he’d resisted the lures thrown out by other ladies as he waited for Anna to mature. Then lately, there were the less chaste desires he’d been having about her as well. He wanted to spear his fingers through her dark chestnut curls and run his tongue down her supple neck. Somehow he had to convince her to marry him.
Marcus regarded him dubiously. “I wish you luck.”
Rutherford stopped himself from running his finger under his neck cloth. “It may take a little time, but I’m sure she’ll come around.”
Anna reached the morning room door and stopped when she heard Marcus ask how Sebastian felt about her. Mama always said one should never eavesdrop, but this was too tempting not to. Then he spoke, and Anna wished she’d not given in to the lure. If Sebastian expected her to be comfortable and take her lead from him, he didn’t know her at all. If that was what he wanted in a wife, it was not she. Even if she “came around,” she wouldn’t be what he wanted, and did she really wish to marry him at all? When had he become so stodgy?
She’d never even thought of marrying anyone but Sebastian. Her head swam for a moment as the reality of what he’d said struck her. He’d never be her husband. The dream she’d had since childhood of her future shattered like thin ice. She rapidly blinked back the tears pricking her eyes. She’d never felt so lost.
“Anna, there you are.” Phoebe said. “I’m glad you found the way.”
Anna took a breath and smiled before turning to her friend. “It was really no problem at all. I’m very good with directions.”
“If you don’t mind, I want to see Marcus before our stroll in the gardens.”
“Not at all.”
Anna and Phoebe entered the morning room. Sebastian and Marcus both stood. Marcus said something about walking with them. Anna prayed the gentlemen would not accompany Phoebe and her. When Marcus changed his mind, Anna let out a little breath of relief. She really could not deal with Sebastian right now. Not after what she’d overheard and when her feelings were so raw.
After her shawl was fetched, she and Phoebe meandered around the gardens.
“Is anything the matter?” Phoebe asked.
Anna wouldn’t ruin her friend’s day with worries over her. She smiled. “No. I’m just thinking about tomorrow and how happy I’ll be for you.”
Phoebe patted Anna’s arm. “You’ll know the same joy some day. Do not doubt it.”
Anna kept the smile on her face, even though she knew it wasn’t true. She’d probably never know love like that.
That evening she met the rest of the guests in the dining room. Rutherford started to approach more than once, but Anna stayed with a group of ladies, chatting as if she hadn’t noticed him. When it was finally time for dinner, a Mr. Matthews escorted her in. Thankfully, they were seated several places away from Rutherford on the same side of the table, so she’d not have to see him.
The best thing she could do was keep her mind busy with the problems at home and on her smuggling gang. That would keep her occupied.
After dinner, she excused herself early and went to her room. Sitting in the window seat, she tried to shake off her disappointment over Sebastian. She never really thought of him by any other name, though she
“Came from my brother, Kev, this morning,” Lizzy said.
Anna nodded, took the note, and opened it. She perused the contents, then closed her eyes. “I’m going to have to find a way to convince Mama to allow me to remove to Marsh Hill before the Little Season has ended. Though I cannot do anything until after Lady Phoebe’s wedding.”
“That bad, miss?” Her maid screwed up her face. “You might have a time of it. I heard Lady Marsh was planning to go to some country house next week.”
Anna sighed. Ever since her brother Harry’s death, Mama had become difficult. “She probably expects me to go with her.” Anna shrugged. “Well, I cannot. Someone has been sniffing around Thanport. I don’t like the sound of it.” Anna rose and walked over to her mahogany writing desk. She opened a drawer. Eschewing the neat stack of elegant pressed paper, she pulled out a piece of the distinctly rougher type. “I’ll write Kev and tell him to lay low until I can get there.”
She sealed the message and handed it to Lizzy. “Make sure this goes out today, even if you have to take it yourself.”
“Yes, miss.”
Anna pinched her upper nose. “I do hope this is not going to make our lives even more complicated.”
“What do you think that other man wants?” Lizzy asked.
“I don’t know.” Anna shook her head. “But I have a feeling whatever it is will do us no good. I’m going to Mama and try to talk her around. I do wish she and Papa could settle their differences.”
Lizzy nodded. “It does make things a bit more difficult.”
“That it does.” Anna smiled grimly.
A few minutes later, she knocked briefly on the door to the morning room in the back of the house, and tripped in only to stop. The gentleman sitting on a chair next to her mother’s chaise rose. Anna curtseyed.
Sebastian, Baron Rutherford, rose and bowed. Anna fought the urge to smile. He was tall and rangy. The cut of his coat molded to his broad shoulders, and his pantaloons clung to his muscular legs. He had hair the color of a hazelnut and impossibly gray eyes. When he was angry, they shone like molten silver. Anna frequently made him angry.
She’d loved him since she was a child. If he’d asked for her hand when she’d first come out, she would have accepted him. Now, at one and twenty, she was wiser.
Sebastian—he hated his given name—had spent the last few years dangling after Anna’s best friend, Phoebe, who was now marrying Lord Marcus Finley. With no more cover and his mother nagging at him to wed, he’d turned to Anna. Yet, the past two years had made it impossible for her to marry him unless he truly loved her and all she was. She wasn’t sure they even knew each other anymore.
Anna met his gaze coolly. “Lord Rutherford, pray, what brings you here?”
“Oh, Anna dear,” her mother said. “Lord Rutherford has very kindly offered to help by escorting you to Charteries for Lady Phoebe’s wedding.”
Anna raised a brow and stared at Sebastian for a moment before turning to address her mother. Lady Marsh reminded Anna of a wraith. Her mother’s dark brown hair was still unmarked by silver. She always dressed in flowing gowns and draped gauzy shawls around her shoulders, giving the impression she would blow away if one breathed hard enough. Mama desperately wanted Anna married and could not understand how it was she’d reached the age of one and twenty still single.
As objecting to Sebastian’s escort would do her no good, Anna kept the smile on her face. “Yes, Mama, very kind of him.” She glanced at him and thought she saw the remnants of a smug look on his face. “How do you think of these ideas?” she asked sweetly.
His lips twitched slightly. “I really couldn’t tell you, Miss Marsh. It just popped into my head. We are both attending the wedding after all.”
It did not auger well for him that he had used her mother to get his way. “Yes, we do have that in common.”
“Well, my dear,” Mama said, apparently oblivious to the tension between Anna and her guest. “Lord Rutherford would like to leave fairly early. He is to stand up with Lord Marcus, you know.”
Anna’s expression didn’t change, nor did her dulcet tones. “Indeed? How interesting. I trust you’re not doing it for the practice, my lord.”
The innocent expression in Miss Marsh’s large blue eyes belied the stubborn set of her lips. Rutherford turned his choking laughter into a cough and looked down so she couldn’t see his expression.
When he raised his head, she was in negotiations about something with Lady Marsh. He took the time to admire her. As always, Anna was elegantly attired. She wore a day gown in printed mulberry, and he could make out the lean lines of her slender figure. Lately, his fingers had itched to touch her in ways they never had before.
Gleaming chestnut curls were allowed to escape the loose knot held by combs at the back of her head. During the past year, her heart-shaped face had lost much of its youthful roundness. When she stood, the top of her head was below his collarbone. Rutherford had kicked himself at least a dozen times in the last few weeks for not having made a move to engage her affections sooner.
He had simply always just assumed she’d be available when he was ready, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. To his chagrin, after Anna had made it very clear he’d have to win her heart, he’d noticed other gentlemen of his ilk also vying for her hand. He wished she’d go home to Kent where he’d have a better chance. At least he’d have her alone. The only other gentleman of marriageable age living in their area was that insufferable pup, Percy Blanchard. Rutherford had nothing to fear on that score.
“But Mama,” Anna said reasonably, “the Season is almost over. There are only two weeks left, and it will be terribly flat with Phoebe gone. Papa is at Marsh Hill, and so is Aunt Lillian. I’ll be perfectly fine. I can leave from the wedding. If we take the coast roads from Sussex . . .”
“Anna,” her mother interrupted, “I will not hear of you taking that route. It is too dangerous. You will stay on the highway where it’s safer.”
“Yes, Mama. Of course, you’re right. Should I take everything with me or will you send it by courier?”
Rutherford frowned slightly. Anna had just won the argument and had really made no concessions at all.
“You will never fit all your baggage in the coach,” Lady Marsh said. “Have your maid pack your trunks, and I shall send them.”
“Thank you, Mama. I can make the arrangements. There is no need to put yourself out over it.” Anna bent and kissed her mother’s cheek.
“Very well, my dear. Thank you.”
Rutherford wanted to shake his head. When he’d proposed last week, and she’d refused, he had thought it was out of pique that he hadn’t asked earlier. It had been clear she was no longer a scruffy little girl in pigtails wearing grown-up clothes, but in fact was ready to take on the role of his wife.
Was something else going on?
“Lord Rutherford,” Anna said. “I shall be ready to leave when you are. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He watched her walk out of the room, and a sense that she had walked out of his life passed over him. Drat the girl. She was up to something, and he needed to find out what it was. Perhaps he should have been spending more time with Anna and less hiding behind Lady Phoebe’s skirts. He was being ridiculous. He’d known Anna since her birth. That was one of the reasons he wanted to marry her. During the past few years his life had been complicated enough. With her, there would be no surprises.
He almost offered to escort her to Kent, but he’d received a message from the Home Office to hold himself ready, so he needed to return to London after the wedding.
He bowed to Lady Marsh. “My lady, I trust I shall see you in the morning. I am glad I could be of service.”
“My dear, Lord Rutherford, I cannot thank you enough for offering to keep an eye on my poor little Anna.”
Rutherford gave her his most charming smile. “Not at all, my lady, it will be my pleasure.”
He took his leave. Poor little Anna, indeed. The minx. What could she be up to that necessitated an early return to Kent?
Rutherford arrived at his town house in Berkeley Square to find a letter waiting for him asking him to attend Lord Jamison of the Home Office. He immediately set out again. Whatever it was, it had to be important for them to contact him after he’d sold out.
Twenty minutes later he entered Jamison’s chamber.
Jamison stood and motioned Rutherford to a seat. “Glad you could come.”
Rutherford regarded the large, buff, fair-haired gentleman with a sapient eye. “What is it you need me to do?”
“We think we’ve a bit of a problem in your area of Kent.” Jamison glanced through some documents on his desk. “All along the coast actually. You’re not the only one we’re calling in.” His bushy brows drew together. “We’ve heard rumors out of France that some of Napoleon’s former officers might take up his cause. I’ve no doubt they’ll be trying to run information through the smuggling gangs. That’s where you come in.” Jamison put his elbows on his desk and leaned forward. “Harry Marsh used to keep track of the smugglers in your area. You’ll have to do it now.”
Rutherford frowned. “I thought they’d disbanded. That was the reason Harry could leave to work elsewhere.”
Jamison shook his large head. “No, my boy. Harry had got someone else to take them over. Never told us who it was. All he said was the man was responsible and would have good control over them. After all, it was only to have been for a few months.”
Rutherford leaned back in his chair and blew out a breath. “I wonder who? I’ll have to scout around and try to find out who the smugglers’ head man is. Harry always took the lead with them. I went a few times, but I’m not even sure they’d remember me.” Rutherford sat up and scowled. “I wish to hell he’d stayed and not gone over to France.”
Jamison nodded. “He was a good man. Reckless, but good. A shame his family can’t be told the truth about his death.”
“I’ve no idea how they’d feel about his being an intelligencer. Better to let them think he died in Badajoz rather than on a mission.” Most Englishmen thought spying the lowest form of vocation. If they only knew the military could not have won without its spies and the information they gathered. “I’ll be able to travel to Kent in a couple of days.” Rutherford stood. “I’ve a good friend getting married. I’ll go after the wedding.”
Jamison rose and held out his hand. “Thank you. I know you don’t have to do this.”
Rutherford clasped his former chief ’s hand and smiled. “I’ll accept your thanks. You’re likely the only one to offer them.”
“Rutherford,” Jamison said, “let me know if you need reinforcements.”
“You can be sure that I will.”
Damn Harry Marsh for going off and getting himself killed. Who the devil did he find to take his place? A mental review of the men in his area capable of handling the task came up with nothing. Two years ago, they had all either been too young, gone off doing other things, or incompetent.
The only good thing to come of this was that he would be able to escort Anna home after the wedding ceremony. He wondered how she’d take that bit of news and decided not to tell her until they were already at Marcus’s family’s estate.
Anna entered her bedchamber to find Lizzy packing. “Did you send the note off?”
“Yes, miss, I had a footman take it.” Lizzy said. “Told him it was a letter from me to home.”
“Good. We’ll be traveling home after the wedding.” Anna looked at the clothes spread around the room. “You’ve no time to lose. Everything must be packed this afternoon. I shall make arrangements for the courier to pick the trunks up in the morning.”
“Yes, miss. I have to say, I’ll be glad to be home.”
For the first time that day, Anna relaxed. “Yes, it will be good to be back in Kent again. Do you want me to help you?”
Lizzy grinned. “No offense, miss, but you’re no hand at folding. I’ll have it done in a trice.”
“Very well, then,” Anna replied. “If you’re sure you don’t need my help, I have some shopping I should complete.”
“No, miss.” Her maid shook out a gown. “You go on.”
Anna found a footman to accompany her, left a message for her mother with the butler, and walked out the door in the direction of Bond Street. She had several items of clothing she needed to fetch and a new hat to buy, as well as silk stockings and other small items she’d not find anywhere closer than Dover.
Two hours later, pleased that she’d found all she needed in such a short amount of time, she returned to Marsh House in time for tea.
Her mother handed her a cup, and Anna helped herself to some of the various biscuits as well as a scone with clotted cream and jam. “I’ve finished my shopping, and Lizzy is packing. The carter will pick up my trunks in the morning.”
“I hope you have a wonderful time at the wedding, my dear,” Lady Marsh said. “I was so pleased to hear that Lady Phoebe is finally marrying. She certainly has taken her time settling on someone.”
“Yes, Mama. We are all delighted for Phoebe.” Mama had in no way approved of the license Phoebe had been given and could not fathom any lady’s waiting for a love match. Mama’s match had been arranged, and she and Papa had got along very well until Harry died. Then it all seemed to fall apart.
Lady Marsh frowned. “I don’t understand why Lady Phoebe had to pick the most eligible gentleman available this Season. Really, Anna, I think you could have done something more to interest him.”
Anna valiantly forbore sighing. Lord Marcus Finley, Phoebe’s intended, had been the topic of conversation since early September. “Mama, I’ve told you. He formed an attachment for Phoebe years ago,” Anna said. “The only reason he danced with me, that one time, was to aid her. I never had a chance, and I would have looked ridiculous trying to set my cap at him.”
“Please do not use that vulgar term,” her mother replied. “There is Rutherford, my love. He is very eligible, and his mother told me that since he didn’t do a good job attaching Lady Phoebe . . .”
“Mama,” Anna interrupted. “Phoebe had no interest in Rutherford. They are friends. That is all.”
“As I was saying, my dear, Lord Rutherford is free and in need of a wife. I am sure, if you would only make yourself agreeable to him, he’d be happy to make you an offer.”
Anna resisted the urge to cast her eyes upward. She missed the intimacy she’d had with her mother before Harry’s death. Everything was so different now. Anna certainly wasn’t going to tell her mother Sebastian had proposed. Trying to turn the conversation away from marriage, Anna said. “Mama, why do you call him Lord Rutherford, when you’ve known him all his life?”
“That is what we do, my dear. You would be well advised to remember he is no longer a schoolboy, but rather a very eligible gentleman.”
“Yes, Mama,” Anna replied meekly, and rose. “I must check on Lizzy. She has a lot to pack and not much time. I shall see you at dinner.”
“Oh, my dear, I forgot to tell you. I am dining with Lady Worthington. I do not plan to make a late evening of it, but if you have retired by the time I come home, I shall see you in the morning before you leave.”
“Please give Lady Worthington my best wishes and enjoy yourself.” Anna kissed her mother’s cheek and left the room.
Anna walked to the library. If she was to spend the better part of two days in a coach, she’d need books. After searching the shelves, she selected a novel she hadn’t seen before. She looked more closely at the cover, opened it, and tilted her head. The pages were full of pictures of naked couples doing the most shocking things and directions as to how to do them. She shut the book, then opened it up again, fascinated by the pictures.
Oh my, Mama certainly didn’t buy this book! It must have been Harry’s. Anna put it back on the shelf. Tears filled her eyes. She wished Harry were here. He’d know how to help her. Even though he was ten years older than she, they had always been close. She remembered him holding her when she was very young. He had always been the first one to arrive when she woke terrified at night.
Even when she was five and he was fifteen, although he didn’t really want her following him and Sebastian around, Harry had never tried to stop her. When he’d left, Harry had made her responsible for the smugglers he’d led. Granted he had thought it would only be for a few months, but he’d taught her well. Anna had held the group together for almost three years without mishap, and she would continue to lead them.
She wondered briefly how Sebastian would take that part of her life. The secret part. Only Lizzy, her brother, Kev, and Harry’s old groom, Humphrey, knew Anna’s identity and that she was female. Her position in the smuggling gang was one of the many reasons Sebastian must be in love with her before she could agree to marry him. He’d have to accept her as she was now.
Anna remained in the library curled up in a chair. When she was ten years old, she had decided to marry Sebastian. That he was twenty hadn’t bothered her a bit. That he might wed someone else had never entered her mind. Even now, marriage to someone else wasn’t a consideration. She’d marry him or no one. Unfortunately, no one was now a real possibility. Anna stared into the fire trying to envision her future without him and got absolutely nowhere. He was such an integral part of her past.
A footman came in, closed the drapes against the late afternoon gloom, and lit the wall sconces and candelabras.
“Please ask Cook if dinner can be served earlier.”
“Yes, miss.”
He came back a few minutes later, to assure her Cook would be happy to bring dinner forward.
Once the footman left, she got up and went back to the bookshelf. Anna found a couple of novels before leaving the room and, after some hesitation, took Harry’s book as well. If nothing else, it would make her feel closer to him.
Rutherford decided not to tell either Anna or Lady Marsh he would accompany Anna to Marsh Hill. She’d accepted his escort, albeit unwillingly, to Charteries, Marcus’s family’s estate. Rutherford had no desire to push his luck any further until he had to. Miss Marsh would discover he intended to escort her to Kent when he did not turn off the post road to London, and by then it would be too late for her to object.
Arriving the next morning shortly after eight o’clock, he discovered that early was a relative term. Anna was ready at eight o’clock. Lady Marsh had not yet come down.
He paced the entry hall and checked his pocket watch, again, before addressing Anna. “Do you think she’ll be much longer?”
“I’ll send someone to fetch her. It’s not good to keep the horses waiting like this.” Anna hailed a maid and gave her instructions.
Thirty minutes later, Lady Marsh appeared on the stairs. “Good morning, Lord Rutherford. I do hope I have not kept you waiting.”
He took the offered hand and bowed. “No, my lady. Not at all.”
Anna glanced up at the ceiling. “Mama, we must depart if we are to reach Charteries by noon.”
Lady Marsh fluttered over Anna like a hen over a chick. “Do you have everything you need?”
“Yes, Mama.”
Anna turned to go out the front door, and her mother embraced her. “My dear, child. How I will miss you.”
Anna returned the hug. “I will miss you as well. We must leave.”
Tears sprang into Lady Marsh’s eyes. “Yes, of course. How silly of me.”
She stood in the door weeping and mopping her eyes with a lace-trimmed handkerchief as Rutherford helped Anna into the coach. You’d have thought Anna was going to Russia and Lady Marsh would never see her daughter again. “I don’t remember your mother being like this.”
Anna frowned slightly. “Ever since Harry died she has been.”
“Lady Marsh has never recovered?”
“No. Not really,” Anna said sadly.
Rutherford couldn’t imagine how painful losing a child would be. The death of his friend had been hard enough to bear. Rutherford closed the door and gave the coachman the signal to start. He mounted his horse, waiting until the outriders Lady Marsh had hired flanked the carriage, before following after them. They made their way through London’s morning traffic, then on to the post road without incident.
The trip would take approximately three hours. They stopped midway to refresh themselves. It would be a good time to start getting back into Anna’s good graces.
He handed her down from the coach. “I’ve reserved a private parlor, if you’d like it?”
She glanced around. “Thank you, but I think I’d prefer to stand for a while.”
“Very understandable. Would you like hot cider?”
“Yes, please.”
He found a servant to bring their drinks. “Anna, it’s occurred to me that I could have been of more help since Harry died. I’m sorry I was not.”
She glanced suddenly at him, her brows drawn together. “It wasn’t your fault you kept being called away to your other estates.”
“I might have left it in my steward’s hands.” He should have quit going on missions and paid more attention to Anna.
“That is never the answer. You owe a duty to your dependents.”
This conversation was not going at all how he wanted it to. While he was trying to think of what else to say, the coachman came up.
“Miss, it’s time we were going again.”
Anna put her cup down on a bench. “I’ll be right there.”
When Rutherford and Anna arrived at Charteries, Lord Marcus Finley, second son of the Marquis of Dunwood, met them. Rutherford had known Marcus since Eton and could think of no one better to confide in regarding his problems with Miss Marsh, particularly since Marcus had managed to bring Lady Phoebe up to scratch after her six years on the Marriage Mart.
“Welcome to Charteries.” Marcus handed Anna down from the coach. “Phoebe will be with you directly. I’ve sent a message to her.”
Anna smiled. “Thank you, my lord. If you’ll have someone show me to my chamber, I’ll be ready for her.”
Marcus addressed his butler. “Wilson, please have Miss Marsh and her maid escorted to her room.”
Rutherford dismounted and greeted his friend. “I’d like to have a word with you if I could.”
Marcus raised a brow. “Yes, of course. Wash your dirt off, and meet me in the morning room.”
Rutherford shook his hand. “Thank you.”
A half an hour later, Marcus handed Rutherford a glass of wine. “Please have a seat. What do you wish to discuss?”
Rutherford heaved a sigh. “Finley, you’re getting leg shackled. Can you tell me how to do it?”
Marcus laughed.
Rutherford grinned ruefully. “Yes, I know. That I, of all people, should be asking that question, but Finley, I am quite serious.”
Marcus struggled to regain his countenance. “What in God’s name has brought this about? I thought you were sure of Miss Marsh?”
“I thought so as well,” Rutherford said, chagrined. “However, it turns out she is not coming round as I’d hoped. Sometimes it seems as if she’s avoiding me.”
Marcus dropped into a chair. “I suppose you’d better tell me about it.”
“I thought she would just accept me,” Rutherford said.
“Are you telling me”—Marcus leaned forward, with an incredulous look on his face—“you expected her to accept you, when you’d been dancing attendance on Phoebe for years and then gave Miss Marsh no reason why she should marry you?”
Rutherford wouldn’t have put it quite like that. “Well, you see . . .” He paused, trying to find the words. “I’ve known her all her life. I thought she was already in a fair way to being in love with me, or at least liking me a good deal. It never occurred to me . . .”
“Never occurred to you,” Marcus retorted, “she might not appreciate being treated as a sure thing?”
Rutherford heaved a sigh. “I suppose I didn’t think of it in those terms.”
Marcus shook his head. “What a sapskull. I don’t know Miss Marsh that intimately, but I know her well enough to expect she’d bridle at that sort of arrogant behavior.”
Perhaps Marcus had a point. “I thought I’d leave well enough alone until I needed to marry, or until I thought she might be forming an attachment for someone else.” Something seemed to lodge in his throat, and he coughed. “She was very young, and as long as her heart wasn’t otherwise engaged . . .”
“Rutherford,” Marcus said. “You’ve rushed your fences and taken a fall. It appears to me you need to start over. You, my friend, will have to undergo the humiliating experience of courting the woman you could probably have had without effort three or more years ago, when she was not so knowledgeable.”
Rutherford remembered Anna smiling at him and then accepting another gentleman’s offer to dance, or to escort her to supper. He couldn’t believe he’d been so blind. “Now that you’ve said it, it all makes sense.” He groaned. “The way she’s hung back from me and kept me at arm’s length. She plans to go home to Kent when she leaves here. I shall accompany her, but I don’t intend to tell her.”
Marcus asked. “Are you sure she is the one for you?”
“Of course she is. Despite her recent behavior, I’ve known her all her life. Marriage with her would be comfortable. There’d be no surprises.” Rutherford picked up his glass and twirled the wine before taking a sip. “She’s poised and fits well into Polite Society. I’ve heard that since her brother’s death, she’s assumed all the household responsibilities at her home. I’m sure we’ll have our little disagreements from time to time, but she is used to taking her lead from me.” Rutherford nodded his head. “Yes, I believe she is now ready to take her position as Lady Rutherford.”
In fact, he couldn’t imagine his life without her. For years he’d resisted the lures thrown out by other ladies as he waited for Anna to mature. Then lately, there were the less chaste desires he’d been having about her as well. He wanted to spear his fingers through her dark chestnut curls and run his tongue down her supple neck. Somehow he had to convince her to marry him.
Marcus regarded him dubiously. “I wish you luck.”
Rutherford stopped himself from running his finger under his neck cloth. “It may take a little time, but I’m sure she’ll come around.”
Anna reached the morning room door and stopped when she heard Marcus ask how Sebastian felt about her. Mama always said one should never eavesdrop, but this was too tempting not to. Then he spoke, and Anna wished she’d not given in to the lure. If Sebastian expected her to be comfortable and take her lead from him, he didn’t know her at all. If that was what he wanted in a wife, it was not she. Even if she “came around,” she wouldn’t be what he wanted, and did she really wish to marry him at all? When had he become so stodgy?
She’d never even thought of marrying anyone but Sebastian. Her head swam for a moment as the reality of what he’d said struck her. He’d never be her husband. The dream she’d had since childhood of her future shattered like thin ice. She rapidly blinked back the tears pricking her eyes. She’d never felt so lost.
“Anna, there you are.” Phoebe said. “I’m glad you found the way.”
Anna took a breath and smiled before turning to her friend. “It was really no problem at all. I’m very good with directions.”
“If you don’t mind, I want to see Marcus before our stroll in the gardens.”
“Not at all.”
Anna and Phoebe entered the morning room. Sebastian and Marcus both stood. Marcus said something about walking with them. Anna prayed the gentlemen would not accompany Phoebe and her. When Marcus changed his mind, Anna let out a little breath of relief. She really could not deal with Sebastian right now. Not after what she’d overheard and when her feelings were so raw.
After her shawl was fetched, she and Phoebe meandered around the gardens.
“Is anything the matter?” Phoebe asked.
Anna wouldn’t ruin her friend’s day with worries over her. She smiled. “No. I’m just thinking about tomorrow and how happy I’ll be for you.”
Phoebe patted Anna’s arm. “You’ll know the same joy some day. Do not doubt it.”
Anna kept the smile on her face, even though she knew it wasn’t true. She’d probably never know love like that.
That evening she met the rest of the guests in the dining room. Rutherford started to approach more than once, but Anna stayed with a group of ladies, chatting as if she hadn’t noticed him. When it was finally time for dinner, a Mr. Matthews escorted her in. Thankfully, they were seated several places away from Rutherford on the same side of the table, so she’d not have to see him.
The best thing she could do was keep her mind busy with the problems at home and on her smuggling gang. That would keep her occupied.
After dinner, she excused herself early and went to her room. Sitting in the window seat, she tried to shake off her disappointment over Sebastian. She never really thought of him by any other name, though she
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