“She left a baby boy,” Mrs. K added. “He was raised by her mother and the line was safe but, ever since, he’s been trying to get in and she, well no one knows what she’s doin’.”
“She?” Julia prompted.
“Ever feel a draught around yer ankles? Or hear any whispers? People say sometimes that she screams,” Mr. Kilpatrick explained, Julia’s mouth dropped open and Mr. Kilpatrick nodded. “Yep, that’s her. No one ever sees her but they feel her. No one knows if she keeps him out or if she’s tryin’ to let him in.”
Mrs. K took the story from there. “They say, and Lady Tamsin believed this, that this house is cursed. That the curse will only lift when a living Sommersgate baron finds a bride that he loves truly, and she truly loves him in return, then The Old Master will be let in to reunite with his bride and then they’ll be at peace and so will Sommersgate.”
“But,” Julia began, “this house is over a hundred years old. There has to have been some baron that loved his wife in that time.”
The husband and wife looked at each other and then looked at Julia, shaking their heads.
“It wasn’t often done in that class, my love,” Mrs. K explained.
“But now, these days it is… isn’t it?” Julia asked, wondering about Monique and Maxwell (not that she could imagine Monique loving anyone, including her dead husband).
Julia received more shaking of the heads.
It was then the kids came home, crashing loudly into the kitchen and story time was over.
But Julia found a moment to search out Veronika before the girl left for the day. When she did, Julia touched her arm.
“Are you okay?” Julia asked. “With this, er… ghost business,” she went on to explain.
“Sad,” Veronika said, her eyes making that one word far more expressive.
Julia nodded and smiled and was about to walk away when Veronika stopped her.
“You?” she asked and then went on hesitantly. “Okay?” Julia nodded again but Veronika forged on, looking scared but determined. “Not with ghosts, with…” She let that hang and Julia knew exactly what she meant.
Without thinking, Julia pulled the girl into a hug and after a moment Veronika returned it.
“I’m fine,” Julia whispered. “Don’t worry about me. It’ll be okay for all of us,” Julia stated with feeling. “I promise.”
This time, Veronika nodded, pulled away, gave Julia a pretty but tentative smile and then walked away.
That was yesterday. Tonight was different.
The scratching was back, intent and determined. He was out there.
It was late and although Monique was gone, the scratching and everything on Julia’s mind wouldn’t allow her to sleep. She was averaging less than five hours a night and she was constantly exhausted.
Douglas had disappeared, no word, no sign. Pride was now stopping her from calling both him and Samantha to find out what he was doing and when he would return. He should be home; he’d been gone for over two weeks. He was supposed to be helping her with the kids and he’d not even had the courtesy to phone. She was furious and the minute she saw him again she was going to let him have it.
She had to think that way. If she allowed herself to think of the way he sometimes looked at her and the fact that he kissed her…
Kissed her!
She still couldn’t fathom it.
She’d been right, a game was afoot. Perhaps he was trying to get her to slip up, seem like the gold-digging monster his mother thought she was. Perhaps he was going to try to prove her unworthy of taking care of the children by seducing her, making her look the brazen hussy. Why, she did not know, as he had little interest in the children but who knew exactly how Douglas Ashton’s mind worked.
If she wasn’t careful, he would succeed. It had been a long time for her. She’d not had a lover since Sean. When Douglas had kissed her, she kissed him back, she didn’t want to but she couldn’t help herself.
He was a good kisser.
No, he wasn’t a good kisser, he was an excellent kisser.
And he was Douglas.