Part 6 (1/2)
Serenity hoped she had not spoken foolishly. Letting Timothy bring her back to her feet, she started to whisper that question to him. He warned her to silence with the slightest shake of his head.
”I don't know,” she murmured when, as his grandfather turned away to go into the elegant dining room she could see through the arched door, Timothy asked her how she had known about the lions. ”These tantalizing bits of memory appear, but nothing that will help me know the truth about-” She clamped her lips closed as a familiar laugh sounded from just behind her.
”Good evening, Timothy, Serenity.” Felix bowed his head toward each of them.
”Good evening,” she replied, but glanced at the woman beside him, her hand possessively gripping his arm. She was tall and slender, with lush curls that were only a shade darker than Timothy's blond hair. Although her nose might be a bit too long for the dictates of society, she was an elegant woman in her gown of flawless white.
”Serenity,” Timothy said quietly, ”allow me to introduce Miss Melanda Hayes.”
Before Serenity could react to the name that had brought a grimace from the housekeeper, Miss Hayes gushed, ”So you are the one who captured Timothy's broken heart and put it back together. I doubted it would ever happen, but it seems you did a first-rate job.”
”Broken heart?” Serenity asked, glancing at Timothy.
”'Tis nothing,” he said, as he drew her arm within his again. ”Grandfather does not like to let dinner wait. Shall we indulge him?”
”Of course.” She knew this was not the time to ask such questions. If she and Timothy had met in London, certainly she would know all the on-dits about the man whom she had promised to wed. She hoped he would explain later. Every word that was spoken had the potential to trip her into revealing the truth.
When Serenity turned to enter the dining room, Melanda cried, ”You cannot go in yet!”
”What?” Timothy looked at her as if she were quite mad.
Melanda pointed over Serenity's head. ”You cannot tell me that you did not steer your betrothed under the mistletoe apurpose.”
Serenity looked up, then at Timothy's shocked face. Lost as they had been in their conversation, he must have taken no more notice than she of the kissing bough hung above their heads in the doorway. Although it was made mostly of the holly that was swagged from one side of the doorway to the other, there was no mistaking the leaves of the mistletoe woven through it.
Felix chuckled. ”You know Timothy well, Melanda. He never does anything without a good reason, and it seems as if he has a very good one right now.”
”He does, doesn't he?” Serenity returned with a smile she hoped did not look brittle. ”However, he will have to content himself with my hand.” She held out her fingers to Timothy, ”At least until my head has stopped aching.” As he took her hand and bowed over it, she laughed. ”I fear anything more would set my head to spinning even more than it does now.”
Dropping her hand, unkissed, Timothy put his arm around her waist. ”Do you need to sit, Serenity? Mayhap you should not have been so insistent about coming down to join us tonight.”
She rested her head against his shoulder. ”I think I am fine, but you are right. Sitting would be the wisest thing now.”
”Nicely done,” he murmured as he led her toward the dining room. ”And true as well.”
”True?” She tilted her head back to see his smile.
”I cannot think of anything that would make my head spin more at the moment than stealing a tender kiss from a lovely lady.”
She looked hastily away as his teasing words brought forth that dangerous warmth again. Glad for the excuse of being seated in the oak-walled dining room at the table between the earl and Timothy, she let the conversation flow around her as she enjoyed the delicious vegetable soup set in front of her. The food at the inn had been plain, and the meal that the innkeeper had sent with them had been hearty, but the fragrant spices in this were as exotic as the statuary in the other room. Each course was as succulent, and she savored the flavors as Melanda talked about the party that she had attended just before leaving Town and who had been there and who had not.
”You are very quiet this evening, Serenity,” said the earl as the dessert plates with the final crumbs of chocolate cake were taken away.
”I am enjoying this excellent repast,” she replied. Folding her hands in her lap, she smiled. ”You are lucky to have such a skilled cook, my lord.”
”My lord? I shall hear nothing of the sort from you, young lady. As my grandson's future bride, you should call me Grandfather as he does.” He looked past her. ”Isn't that right, Timothy?”
”Y-yes.”
Serenity glanced at Timothy when she heard the hint of hesitation in his voice. His smile was unchanged, but she noted how his hands clenched just beneath the table. How it must hurt him to be false with his grandfather! Wanting to put her hand over his, she could not as the earl asked her how she was feeling in the wake of the accident.
”Better with each pa.s.sing hour,” she replied.
”It must have been horrible,” Felix interjected.
”Yes.”
Timothy's arm curved around the back of her chair. ”I know you all are curious about the events around the accident, as I am, for I do not want to think of something like that happening to Serenity ever again, but speaking of it is certain to unsettle her. I beg your indulgence in speaking of another subject.”
”Of course,” the earl said, aiming a glare at his younger grandson. ”We all will keep that in mind.” As he came to his feet, he added, ”We shall enjoy so many events in the coming weeks that you shall have no time to let your thoughts linger on what happened, Serenity.”
”So Timothy has told me.” She was glad when Timothy offered her his hand to help her to her feet. Although she had relished every bite, she had not guessed that the mere task of eating a meal would tire her so much. She wobbled, and he put his arm around her waist again. ”Forgive me.”
”There is nothing to forgive.” Lord Brookindale motioned toward the door. ”Timothy, I believe we have kept Serenity too long at our conversation. Will you see that she is settled under Mrs. Scott's care?”
”Thank you,” Serenity said.
When the old man smiled, she saw a hint of the das.h.i.+ng rogue he must have been a half century before, when he would have been as handsome as his heir. He folded her hand between his. ”Rest well, young lady. I don't want you to miss a moment of the entertainments that these young bucks have planned supposedly for me.”
”Felix has been telling me all about the ball on Christmas Eve,” Melanda said, clearly distressed at being left out of the conversation, for her lips were pursed in a pout. ”It will be the very best of anything planned. Better than the mummeries or anything else.”
Chuckling, the earl replied, ”I am looking forward to the good food, but I doubt if I shall do anything as strenuous as riding into the village.” He looked back at Serenity, who wondered if he guessed what a fierce scowl Melanda was wearing now. ”However, from what Timothy tells me of your family's dirty acres, Serenity, I suspect you soon will be in the saddle again. He was relating about your adventures in the hunt with your father's master of the hounds. You should share the tale of that with Melanda and Felix, if Timothy has not told him already.”
Serenity did not dare to falter. ”My lord-Grandfather, I must own the truth. My memories are a bit unsteady in the wake of the accident. Some parts of my past seem to be gone.” She sighed. ”So I don't recall ever riding to the hunt.”
”Did you know of this, Timothy?” the earl asked, his smile vanis.h.i.+ng.
”Yes, Grandfather.”
”Have you sent for Mr. Lockins to come and check her to be certain there is no lasting damage?”
Serenity put her hand on the earl's arm. ”Unless your doctor can reach into my brain and retrieve my memories, there is little he could do. I a.s.sured Timothy of that before we left for Cheyney Park this morning. He would not have allowed me to travel if he had been uncertain of my health.”
”And because of that, I must insist that Serenity retire now,” Timothy said quietly.
”Of course, of course.” The earl waved his hand in their direction. ”I wanted to finish that book before I went to bed, so this will give me a chance.”
Serenity saw the glance between Felix and Melanda, but could not guess what they were thinking because Timothy led her out of the dining room. He kept his hand on her elbow as he guided her back up the stairs.
”What is wrong?” she asked when they were walking along the upper corridor toward the wing where her bedchamber was located.
”Grandfather is acting oddly,” Timothy said.
”I thought he was being most kind.”
”He is. Most oddly kind. I understand that he did not give my mother permission to address him as anything but 'my lord' until the day she wed my father. Apparently it was even longer with Felix's mother.”