a lady. She had a sick feeling that his good manners were more likely to arouse suspicions about her identity in the people of Glen Lyon than anything he said.
“I’ve only just arrived.” He resumed his place in the carved oak chair beside the blazing fire. “Anyway I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
Emily sat on the window seat. She indicated for Kit to sit next to her. “That’s a relief. This makes it easier to say what I need to.”
Kit stayed where she was, dread pounding in her veins. “Has Neil written?”
“No. You’re still safe.” The reassurance in Emily’s smile went some way toward easing Kit’s agitation. “I’m sorry if I gave you a fright.”
A flood of relief made Kit’s knees loosen like wet string. As she crossed to sit beside Emily, she released the breath she felt like she’d been holding since Polly had found her. “I nearly took off.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” Emily directed a disapproving frown at her. “We’ve already had quite enough search parties out after you.”
“It was my fault that we were caught in the blizzard,” Quentin said. “I had my doubts about the new stableboy’s identity, and I wanted to get him – her – alone so I could ask some questions.”
“Kit’s disguise didn’t fool you?” Emily settled shrewd eyes on him and to Kit’s surprise, debonair, self-confident Quentin MacNab blushed to his ears.
“I was never convinced that she was a boy. I knew for a fact she wasn’t, once I dug her out of the snow after the sled turned over.”
“I feared the disguise might not deceive anyone who looked too closely,” Emily said soberly. “I’m surprised it’s succeeded as long as it has.”
“To me, she’s always looked like a pretty girl pretending to be a boy. I must have seen this particular plot a hundred times in the theater.”
“Perhaps people up here haven’t been to the theater as often as you have,” Kit said.
Emily gave an appreciative huff of laughter. “I’m sure that’s true, but that doesn’t change the fact that if Quentin has noticed you’re a female, someone else might.”
“Quentin is cleverer than most people,” Kit said, earning a smile from him and a thoughtful stare from Emily.
“Nonetheless, I’d rather the world didn’t know that Scotland’s richest heiress is grooming my horses from dawn to dusk every day.”
Kit had been nervous since the summons had arrived. Now genuine fear iced her blood, as she rose on unsteady legs. “Are you…are you sending me away?”
Beneath her fear lurked other unpleasant emotions. She’d found a home at Glen Lyon, a home she’d lost at Appin when her father remarried. She might be engaged in humble work, but she enjoyed it. She liked being useful.
More than Glen Lyon the place, though, she’d miss the people. Stoic, taciturn Laing. The other grooms. The laird’s lively children. Emily and Hamish. The cheerful household staff.
The prospect of leaving Quentin MacNab cut deepest of all. Although Kit knew she risked betraying her penchant for him, her gaze settled on him. She’d never spoken to anyone as honestly as she had to him last night. She’d never felt anyone understood her so well. And sleeping in his arms had been a pleasure she’d love to experience again.
Of course, that could never be. The Countess of Appin was prey to all the strictures of society, strictures that didn’t apply to Kit the stableboy.
Even now, Quentin leaped to her defense. And to his feet. “Emily, you can’t throw the girl to the wolves. You know what her stepbrother will do if he gets his hands on her. If you don’t want to offer her shelter any longer, I’ll take her to Mother. Kit will be safe at Cannich House and by the time Neil thinks to look for her there, she’ll be of age and free of his filthy clutches.”
A private joke seemed to amuse Emily as she surveyed Kit and Quentin. “I feel like I’m back in the theater, and the hero has just marched onstage to vanquish the villains. Sit down, both of you. I have no intention of sending Kit away. Hamish and I offered her ladyship our help when she arrived and that hasn’t changed. Especially as it’s only a few days until she comes into her majority.”
Something in Emily’s calm certainty blunted the edge of Kit’s panic. She drew a shaky breath and told herself to stop being so jumpy.
“Thank you, Emily.” She sent Quentin a grateful smile. Emily might mock his immediate defense