Lady In Disguise (The Langley Sisters) (12 page)

“I believe I am firmly put in my place, Olivia.”

They had reached the church once again; the old stone building looked unchanged from the last time he had stepped inside its hallowed walls.
 

“Here are the flowers, Livvy,” Phoebe said, joining them and handing the laden basket to her sister. “Hello again, my lord, I tried the plum bun but still believe the cinnamon ones superior.”

“There you have me at a disadvantage, Phoebe, as I have yet to try a plum bun because your sister stole them from me.”

“Well perhaps you could stop and get another on your return journey,” Phoebe added, looking from her sister to Lord Ryder, sensing the tension between them.
 

“Excellent idea, sister, and as I’m sure the buns will all be sold soon, you should take your leave at once, Lord Ryder.” Olivia threw him a false smile of encouragement; her eyes, however, told another story.

“I couldn’t possibly leave without going into the church; after all I could walk out a better man.”

“To the best of my knowledge, my lord, the last miracle performed here was two hundred years ago,” Olivia muttered.

“Livvy!” Phoebe laughed.

“Your sister has lost her sweet nature since my departure, Phoebe.”

“Not without provocation, my lord.”

“Care to enlighten me further?” Will questioned Phoebe.

“No, she does not!”

Phoebe gave her sister a steady look then said, “I shall be in the glasshouse if you need me.”

“Allow me,” Will said, reaching around Olivia to take hold of the basket. She held fast so he tugged and she had to yield or give in to an undignified tug of war. Silently they walked into the church.

The interior was dark, the only light spilling in through the large stained glass window directly above the front door. The smells were the same, beeswax and the sharper tang of scented candles. Will looked to the large cross that was suspended above the altar at the rear.
 

“You found us, my lord!”

Searching the church for Isabella, he found her sitting in a pew resting her leg.
 

“Not a terribly auspicious task when you told me where you were going, Isabella,” Will said, following Olivia with his eyes as she started arranging flowers. He didn’t want her lifting anything heavy seeing as she was still injured in some capacity. He missed the small, knowing smile Bella gave him as he quickly walked to where Olivia was hefting a large vase onto the table.

“Can you not ask for help?”

“I would if I needed it.” She grunted as the vase landed on the bench.

“I don’t remember you being this stubborn five years ago,” Will said, lifting the two others into place. “In fact, I remember men running hither and yon at your behest and you merely batting your eyelashes in gratitude.”

“Things other than physical appearances change in five years, Lord Ryder, as I’m sure you are aware.”

She looked at him briefly and then returned to fussing with the flowers. She was hiding secrets behind those eyes, Will knew it, yet he had no idea how to get her to trust him enough to share them.
 

“Do you and your sisters get support from Lord Langley?”

Taking several big glossy leaves she then forced them into the back of each vase.

“I hardly think that is your concern, my lord.”

“Do you want for anything, Olivia, anything I can help you with?” Will persisted.

She crushed a leaf in one hand before speaking. “I will tell you what I told the Duke and Duchess, my lord. We are not their subjects, or in need of charity, and are more than capable of looking after ourselves.”
 

Will grabbed her arm as she reached for another flower, he pulled her to face him and her eyes widened as she took in his anger.

“That is insulting to both you and my brother, Olivia. Joseph has never thought of you as his subject, or anyone else for that matter,” Will said softly. “We are friends, Olivia, of long standing. I hope I can offer my support to you without you taking offence, especially after the loss of both your parents.”

She tugged her arm free and began once again to arrange the flowers, her long elegant fingers twisting a stem or leaf until she was happy with the result. He couldn’t see the emotions that undoubtedly flitted across her face, only the side profile of her cute little nose and full lips and of course the stubborn thrust of her chin, he wondered why he hadn’t noticed that before. She then sighed as she took a step back to look up at him.

“Please accept my apologies, my lord; it was not my intention to insult you.”

“It certainly sounded like an insult.”

“I have apologized, my lord. It is not only men who have pride,” she muttered, tweaking a petal. “Thank you for your concern but we are quite well and have no need of your assistance. Now I have work to do, so please do not let me detain you further.”

Will studied her face and realized he had yet to see her laugh like she once had, with unrestrained abandon; it had been one of the things he had loved about her.
 

“There you are, my lord.”

Will watched Phoebe walk into the church followed by Freddy.
 

“Miss Olivia Langley, Miss Phoebe Langley and over there sitting down is Miss Isabella Langley, please allow me to introduce Mr Frederick Blake to you all. He and I have travelled together these past five years.”

Olivia curtsied as Freddy bowed to her and her sisters and then he said something in his booming voice that made her smile. Will’s man of affairs was good at that, making people feel comfortable.
 

“It is lovely to meet you, Mr Blake, are you happy to be back in England?”

Freddy nodded his head. “Very happy, although the weather takes a bit of getting used to, Miss Langley.”

“Will you ever get used to it do you think? I know I still shiver all winter and I’ve never left here.”

Will wanted that smile on him, gentle and almost playful. Olivia let Freddy see the soft side of her but not him.
 

“And now you must excuse us, Mr Blake, as we are due home,” Olivia added, moving back to the flowers.

“Will you allow us to take you home?” Freddy said before Will could open his mouth. “The weather has turned and the wind has a bite to it now.”

Olivia looked to where Isabella was slowly getting to her feet before answering.

“I would be grateful if you could take my sisters home, Mr Blake, and I will follow shortly as I still have things to do here.”

“Freddy you take Phoebe and Isabella to the carriage and I will wait for Olivia to finish and we will join you shortly,” Will said, helping Isabella to her feet. He then handed her over to Freddy who, followed by Phoebe, left the church.

“I can walk home, Lord Ryder, please join the others.”

“We will wait for you, Olivia,” Will said, aware of the fact that being alone in his company unsettled her. “If you keep frowning that line will become permanent,” he added. Reaching over her head as she turned to pick up the vase, he beat her to it.

“Where would you like to put it?”

He kept his face expressionless as she gave him a look that told him she would like to smash it over his head and then followed as she led him to the pedestal it was to sit on.

Quickly pulling on her cloak, bonnet and gloves she then made for the door with Will on her heels.
 

“We’ll have snow by morning.”

She looked silently up at the grey skies above them to check the accuracy of his words and then made her way through the gate to where his carriage waited.
 

Bella was standing beside it talking to Luke, Freddy and Phoebe when they arrived. His friend had a polite expression on his face that showed none of the emotions he had experienced earlier and the youngest Langley had a rosy flush to her cheeks that Will guessed was not just from the cold air.

“Luke, how wonderful to see you again.”

Will watched as Olivia took the hand Luke held out towards her and squeezed it.
 

“And you, Miss Langley.”

“Olivia, please, we are old friends.”

Funny how she urged Luke to call her Olivia yet he was to call her Miss Langley, Will thought feeling the unfamiliar bite of jealousy.

“I shall help you inside now Miss Isabella,” Luke said, putting his hand beneath Bella’s arm. “It’s too cold out here to stand about chatting.”

Will watched as Luke helped Bella inside, handling her as if she was made of the finest china, then Phoebe and Freddy followed.
 

“Climb into your seat, Luke, I shall see to Olivia.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“You’ll keep, Fletcher,” Will muttered, as he reached for Olivia only to have her step up into the carriage unaided. Snapping his teeth together and ignoring Luke’s snort, he followed.

Seating herself, Livvy then moved as close to the window as she could, leaving a large space for Will. Seconds later she felt him sit beside her, his solid thigh pressed against hers and even through the layers of clothing that separated them she felt the heat from his body.
 

“Did Thea tell you she is to have a skating party for her birthday?” Isabella told Will. “It will be excellent fun, my lord, and I shall enjoy watching you all, unless of course you cannot skate,” Bella teased him.
 

“I can skate, thank you Miss Isabella, it is the cold weather that I am not overly fond of.”

“He is no longer a sturdy English gentleman, Bella,” Phoebe added.

 
“I shall take that as a complement, thank you Phoebe, as a sturdy English gentleman sounds as if he should have a wide girth and red nose, neither of which I have yet to cultivate,” Will stated. “Perhaps with the support of two healthy English gentleman you can skate a few times around the ice also, Isabella?”

“I hardly think that…”

“I would like to try, my lord,” Isabella rushed to add, thereby cutting Livvy off. How dared Will raise her little sister’s hopes like that?

“Her leg is painful, my lord, and she cannot support her weight for long periods of time,” Livvy said in clipped tones.

“And yet she walked into the village today,” he said calmly, still looking at Bella. “Therefore a few laps on the ice, supported by myself and Luke, should not pose too much of a problem, should it Isabella?”

Livvy watched her sister smile at the prospect of skating. Could Bella skate if only for a little while? Perhaps, only time would tell, but she would not allow this man to raise her hopes too high. Bella had had more than enough disappointment in her life, this would not be another one.

“It needs to snow enough first,” Livvy added, thereby putting an end to the conversation. She felt Will’s eyes on her briefly before he winked at Bella.
 

“Did you acquire a new hat, Freddy?” he then questioned his man of affairs.

“Yes, my lord, and gloves.”
 

“I hope you didn’t invest in a pair in an unmanly colour.”

“A nice pale grey, my lord.” Freddy lifted his gloves for the occupants of the carriage to inspect.
 

Livvy nodded her approval and thought she may have smiled, but in truth she didn’t know. Will’s close proximity was scrambling her thoughts. Desperately seeking a distraction she looked out the window.
 

The weather had turned as Mr Blake had predicted, in fact the air felt still and cold and Livvy realized that Will was correct, snow would follow soon.
 

“Well I think it is a very manly colour, Mr Blake, and matches your lovely eyes very well indeed,” Phoebe said.

Studying the darkening landscape as they travelled through the village, Livvy listened as Phoebe flattered Mr Blake with ease as she did every man. There had been a time when she had been able to converse like that, now all she seemed to do was argue or censure people. In fact, Livvy was fairly certain that she was turning into brittle-tongued harridan.
 

“Don’t flatter him too much, Phoebe, he already has a sizable ego,” Will drawled.

Livvy tried to move closer to the window just to gain even an inch of space between them, but as she moved he merely shifted his legs and trapped her skirts. Trying to be circumspect, she gave them a small tug but still she could not move.

“I seem to have my skirts trapped beneath your leg, Lord Ryder,” Livvy whispered when all her attempts failed. Luckily Mr Blake and her sisters were having a loud discussion over the colours men now wore and didn’t hear her.

“So you have.”

Livvy’s mouth dropped open as Will leaned closer to her with these words, thereby making any movement on her part impossible, Livvy only managed to draw a shaky breath when he once again sat up straight.

“I will state here and now that I will never be seen alive in yellow clothing or pink for that matter… possibly pale blue also,” Will said.

“I don’t know,” Livvy said, giving her skirts another surreptitious tug which yielded her precisely nothing. “I think some men are born to wear yellow and pink.” Tilting her head to one side she then added. “I believe you could be one of those men, my lord.”