the ladies were in the middle of tea that Madame de Lieven broached the expected subject of Mr Armstrong.
‘I understand he has sent you flowers?’ she said, eyeing a very elaborate floral display of white lilies and pink roses.
‘Yes, he has.’
‘Why have I not heard that you have been seen together?’
Katrina gave a noncommittal shrug, not sure how to respond to end the questioning.
Madame de Lieven took a long sip of tea and then placed the cup down slowly onto the saucer in her lap. ‘He is a man of means, with impressive connections. He will make you a fine husband. When will you see him again?’
‘I couldn’t say.’
‘I will arrange something.’
Was this what it would be like to have Lady Morley for a mother?
Katrina placed her own cup and saucer down on the table. ‘That is very kind of you, but as I have already mentioned I have no wish to find a husband here in England.’
‘Nonsense. I think you are not as averse to the idea as you might like me to believe.’ She stood and adjusted her gloves. ‘It was a pleasure to see you again, Miss Vandenberg.’
‘Thank you for your kind visit.’ The words were brittle on her tongue, but they came out smoothly.
She walked her guest down to the front door, but before she was free of Madame de Lieven for the day the woman turned with one final question.
‘Will you be attending the Hipswitch garden party?’
Having an inkling of what was to come, Katrina took a resigned breath. ‘I am. My father will likely be in meetings. I plan to attend with Mrs Forrester and her daughter.’
Madame de Lieven tied her bonnet. ‘I’m certain Mr Armstrong will be pleased to hear it.’
Katrina watched her walk down the steps and into her awaiting carriage. It wasn’t until the carriage had begun to roll down the street that Katrina closed the door and banged her head gently against the wood. Why hadn’t Madame de Lieven focused her attention on Sarah? She would be remaining in London much longer than Katrina, and therefore her potential ties to what was happening in the United States were greater. Unless the woman believed she had more time to forge a friendship of sorts with Sarah and would be hunting her down next.
Hopefully, arranging the flowers she had managed to collect would pull her thoughts from speculating on how bad the Hipswitch garden party was sure to be.
A rustling sound from inside the nearby dining room caught her attention, and she walked to the doorway to see what it was. As she crossed the threshold she was startled by Julian’s presence inside the room. He was wearing a navy tailcoat, a white silk embroidered waistcoat, and buckskin breeches tucked into a pair of shiny top boots.
She blinked a few times, trying to make certain that he was real and not a figment of her wishful imagination. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘That is a fine way to greet your guest,’ he said with an impish grin.
She stepped closer to him and closed the door behind her. ‘You are skulking in my dining room. What did you expect me to say?’
He took her hands and pulled her even closer with little resistance. ‘I’m not skulking. I came to read with you and was told Madame de Lieven was here. I informed your butler that I would wait for you in here.’
‘You asked to wait in my dining room?’
‘It is the closest room to your front door. I did not feel it wise to proceed further into your home.’
‘You cannot stay. My father is working in his study. If he were to see you, how would we explain your presence?’
‘I have an ideal solution. Come for a drive with me. We can read in the carriage.’
He nuzzled her neck and her legs grew weak.
She tilted her head, exposing more of her skin for his kisses. ‘Someone will see.’
‘We will be in a closed carriage with the drapes drawn.’ His soft kisses were turning into nips. ‘I promise no one will see us.’
‘They’ll see me entering it with you. That will never do. You should return another day.’
Turning him away was not what she wanted, but they had no choice. They were sure to get caught.
‘I have Hart’s unmarked carriage parked in the mews. I’ll leave now and have the driver stop in front of your house. No one will know I am inside.’
‘I don’t know—’
His warm hands cupped her face and he kissed her deeply. Would there ever be a time when his kisses did not affect her so? He pulled back and studied her closely, as if he were looking for a reaction. What that reaction was, she couldn’t imagine. A wisp of hair had come loose by her left temple, and she blew at the strand with a puff of air.
‘Come for a drive with me before I have to leave for Westminster.’ That devilish smile of his was not helping her resolve. ‘You know you want to.’
‘You are not as charming as you think,’ she replied through a reluctant smile.
‘Yes, I am.’ He laughed low and cradled her neck in his hands. ‘The longer we remain here, the greater chance there is for discovery. Now, go and retrieve the book and meet me in the carriage.’
There were times when anticipation and excitement could cloud one’s judgement. For Katrina, this was one of those times. ‘Very well. I will go with you.’
He held her gaze as he kissed the inside of her wrist. A tingle spread up her arm and down her side. If he continued in this fashion she would be tempted to suggest they lock the door and remain in the dining room all afternoon.
It appeared he had read her thoughts, and he straightened in an overly confident manner. ‘I will show myself out. And Katrina...’ he adjusted his cuffs ‘...do hurry.’
She stepped away from the door and his sleeve brushed against her arm as he walked past. Moments later she heard the door to her house open and close. Her heart raced. She tried to catch her breath. Low in her abdomen her muscles flipped as she imagined kissing him again...
It didn’t take her long to gather her favourite bonnet and change into a celestial blue satin carriage dress. Grabbing her copy of Frankenstein, she dashed down the stairs and out through the door. An unmarked coach of shiny black lacquer was waiting with its curtains closed. Ignoring her uneasy feeling, she accepted help from the footman, stepped inside, and settled on the bench across from Julian.
His surprised expression was visible in the muted light. ‘You have changed.’
‘It seemed prudent.’
‘There was no need. You look lovely in either dress.’
Warmth spread through her at this compliment. Then the carriage jerked and she was rocked back
