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He grinned in turn and sat down. But the woman’s poisonous words lingered in the air, reminding him of his duty. “Shall I drop Lady Merton a wee note telling her you will no be at home tomorrow?”
Jenna glared at him. “Certainly not. That would make us as bad at That Woman.”
He grimaced. The things he had heard did not reflect well on Lady Merton. He just hadn’t realized the source of gossip was his Annabelle. His Annabelle? She had never really been his. “They do say where there’s smoke...”
“There’s fire.” Jenna wrinkled her nose. “What do you think?”
He didn’t want to believe the rumors about Annabelle. He wanted to remember her as the girl he’d met years before. And yet... He took a deep breath. “I think people are innocent until proven guilty.”
Jenna nodded approval. “I, too, think she deserves the benefit of the doubt.”
The way his heart leaped at the knowledge that he would see her again clearly meant his reasons had not been completely altruistic.
Chapter Two
Annabelle hesitated on the doorstep. Was Mother right? Should she have sent a note pleading illness? The reason Mother had given to disguise her embarrassment after hearing the gossip about Annabelle that was circulating in Barton Sidley.
If Merton’s family had their way, the scandal would continue to grow. For all that she had kept her word to him, everything her husband had promised had fallen apart. With Merton’s will being contested before the courts and her personal jewelry all but gone, she and Mother were on the brink of destitution. Yet like her mother, Annabelle still had her pride. So she would visit her mother’s neighbor to offer condolences.
The thought that Gordon might also be there had not influenced her one jot.
Firmly, she rapped on the door with its black crepe-adorned knocker, and braced for what might come when it was opened. The door swung back. The housekeeper, a pleasant plump-faced woman, stepped back without expression. With a quick indrawn breath Annabelle stepped over the threshold and handed the woman her calling card.
“Lady Jenna is expecting you, my lady. If you would follow me, please.”
Perhaps Gordon would not be here. Annabelle’s heart dipped. Why had she thought he might be? It was Lady Jenna she had come to see. Indeed, it would be better if he was absent. She would not have to deal with all the disturbing feelings rushing through her veins. Or suffer the painful squeeze of regret in her heart. Regret for something that never could have been. Her family had needed her to marry well. No matter the leanings of her heart, a charming but penniless second son would have been impossible.
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