Marrying Winterborne (The Ravenels #2) - Lisa Kleypas Page 0,120

and covering her with the shawl. Charity snuggled down in the chair immediately.

Going to the window, Helen stared at the busy platform.

A thought occurred to her. Had the booking clerk just called her “my lady”?

He had. She was so accustomed to the term, it had temporarily escaped her notice. But there was no way for him to know that she had a courtesy title. She hadn’t given him her real name.

Her stomach turned to ice.

Striding to the door, Helen opened it. The threshold was blocked by a man in a dark suit and a low-brimmed hat. She recognized the hat first, and then the blue eyes.

He was the young man who had come to help her and Dr. Gibson, when they had been harassed after leaving the Stepney Orphanage.

Staring at him in shock, Helen asked unsteadily, “Why are you here?”

He gave her a faint smile that seemed to be intended as reassurance. “Keeping an eye on you, my lady.”

She took a shaking breath. “I’m going to take my child and leave now.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

The door closed in her face.

Helen clenched her fists, furious with him, and the situation, and most of all herself. I shouldn’t have trusted a stranger. How stupid she’d been. Tears stung her eyes, and she struggled to keep from losing her self-control. After taking a few deep breaths, she glanced at Charity, who was drifting off to sleep, having absorbed enough new experiences for the time being.

Wandering to the window, Helen widened the shutters and stared at platform eight. A train had pulled in, bearing the same number as the train listed on her ticket. It hadn’t been delayed after all.

Fear and determination raced through her. She went to the chair, picked up Charity, and grabbed the handle of the tapestry bag. Huffing with effort, she carried the sleepy child to the door, and kicked it with her foot.

The door opened, and the young man gave her a questioning glance. “Is there something you need, my lady?”

“Yes, I need to leave. My train is at the platform.”

“You’ll have to wait for a few more minutes.”

“I can’t wait. Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

The door closed again, and to Helen’s furious astonishment, a key turned in the lock. She closed her eyes, despairing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered against Charity’s head. “I’m sorry.” She carried her back to the chair, made her comfortable again, and paced around the office.

In another few minutes, she heard masculine voices outside the door. A brief, low-pitched conversation.

The door unlocked, and Helen moved protectively in front of Charity as someone came in. Her heart began to thud with sickening force as she looked up at him.

“Rhys?” she whispered in bewilderment.

He entered the office, surveying her with hard obsidian eyes. His head tilted slightly as he looked past her to the sleeping child in the chair.

Helen realized that Rhys had never really been angry with her before now. Not like this.

Unnerved by his silence, she spoke unsteadily. “I’m supposed to be on the train leaving for Hampshire.”

“You can take the next one. Right now, you’re going to tell me what the bloody hell is going on.” His eyes narrowed. “Let’s start with an explanation of what you’re doing with Albion Vance’s daughter.”

Chapter 32

IT WAS HUMILIATING TO have been outmaneuvered and cornered like this. It was also infuriating.

Helen glanced at Charity, who was sleeping peacefully in the chair. “I don’t want to wake her. Is there another place we might talk?”

Without a word, Rhys took her with him past the threshold. She hated the way he guided her with his hand clasped on the back of her neck, as if she were a helpless kitten being carried by the scruff. The fact that he was doing it in front of his . . . henchman, or whatever the young man was, made it even worse. He shepherded her into a little office on the other side of the hallway, pausing to speak tersely to the man in the hallway. “Ransom. Don’t let anyone near the child.”

“Yes, sir.”

This room was smaller, only big enough for a desk, a chair, and a bookcase. Rhys seemed to take up most of the available space. He looked calculating and utterly self-assured, and Helen had an inkling of what his business adversaries must face when they sat across a table from him.

She retreated to the foot of wall space between the desk and the door, still feeling the sensation

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