Gordon had been filled with plans. He’d wanted to be more than the gardener’s boy. He’d been tall for his age, with a yearning in his eyes, but he’d always had time for her. He’d been kind, too, always looking out for her when Harrison was cruel.
Ever since the nursery fire, her mother had been reluctant to see anyone other than her husband, children, and Ellen, her closest friend. After Jennifer’s father’s death, Gordon had been the only other person to penetrate Mary’s isolation. Sean tried to stop Gordon from approaching her, but more often than not Mary Adaire was the one who sought out the gardener’s boy.
When Gordon appeared in the schoolroom one day and told the tutor that he was to learn along with them, Jennifer knew it was her mother’s idea. While Jennifer had been ecstatic, Harrison had had a tantrum and marched out of the room, only to be forcibly returned by his guardian.
The three of them had spent years in the schoolroom on the second floor of the east wing, a room not far away from where she lived now.
It had always been her and Gordon against Harrison in any match of wits. More than once Harrison had instigated a fight, but whenever Gordon fought back, Sean was there to yell at his son. The gardener never forgot that Harrison was the earl.
Gordon had been her constant companion, her friend, and her confidant until they’d begun to feel more for each other. Then, one day, he was gone. As if he’d never existed.
Now Gordon was back, but the young man she’d known didn’t seem like the same one who’d entered Adaire Hall a few minutes ago. He didn’t have a ready smile. Nor was there warmth in his beautiful blue eyes.
Had he changed? Had she been in love with someone who no longer existed?
Ellen Thornton sent her maid a censorious look, which had no effect on Abigail’s whining.
Abigail always whined in a genteel fashion. If she wasn’t entirely certain Ellen had heard her, Abigail repeated her complaints.
She really should fire the woman, but Abigail had been with her for a great many years. In addition, she was certain that her maid had nowhere else to go. She was not about to send the woman out in the snow when her only sin was a dour personality. Ellen could be the same herself from time to time. At least Abigail never complained about her moods.
Today, however, Abigail was outdoing herself. So far, the day was excessively chilly, the meal had disagreed with her stomach, and she was certain that Fortune would not smile on this errand. Ellen thought that Fortune held more prominence in Abigail’s life than God.
She didn’t disagree with her maid about this errand. However, there were times in life when one must do what one must do. This was one of those occasions. She was about to trade on her reputation as the widow of a substantially wealthy man in order to bring Mary Adaire’s son to heel.
Last week she’d received a letter from her goddaughter, and in it Jennifer had explained that Harrison’s wife was due to give birth in a month or so. You would think that such an event would have interested the sixth Earl of Burfield. However, Jennifer was certain that Harrison was still in London, living a hedonistic life as he tried to empty the Adaire coffers with his gambling habit.
Harrison had never impressed her as having much sense, even as a boy.
She had a great deal of influence, and she intended to bring all of it to bear against the owners of Harrison’s favorite gaming establishments. So far, she and Abigail had visited three, with the owner of the last one giving her the information that the Mayfair Club seemed to be Harrison’s latest haunt. To that end, she had sent word of her intention of visiting that business. Now the carriage stopped in front of an exceedingly proper-looking building. In fact, if she hadn’t known its purpose, she would have thought that this entire row of buildings was given over to town houses, and quite lovely architecture it was, too.
Her home was in Edinburgh, but she also had a house in London. In fact, she had houses in seven large cities, thanks to Mr. Thornton, who had gone on to that great salmon fishing river in the sky.
Colin had been a great deal wealthier than she’d realized when she agreed to marry him. The fact that