Chapter 13
Although Kyra experienced a small flutter of nerves on the following afternoon as the appointed time for the visit approached, her two visitors quickly put her at ease.
Both of the young ladies were very knowledgeable about plant life and the tour of the ducal gardens led to much interesting talk about various local and exotic specimens on display.
By the time they finished viewing the collection of herbs and headed indoors for the promised viewing of her watercolors, Kyra felt that the initial chance acquaintance was perhaps blossoming into a real friendship.
Just a short while ago, the idea would have been unthinkable.
Harriet and Theo finished perusing the paintings in the portfolio, the soft rustling of paper drawing Kyra out of her private musings.
“You are truly a gifted artist,” remarked Harriet as she carefully closed covers. “Both your drawing skills and your sense of color are sublime.”
Kyra colored at the compliment. “You are being far too kind.”
“She’s not,” assured Theo. “Harriet is always honest, sometimes brutally so.”
“Which is why I’ll likely never marry,” said Harriet. “Gentlemen tend to turn a little green around the gills when I express my opinions.”
“Not all gentlemen,” Kyra said, thinking of Rafael and Jack. “But you are right. The ones who are willing to give serious thought to a lady’s point of view are rarer than hen’s teeth.”
“Lord Leete is one of them,” remarked Harriet.
“You know Jack well?” she asked, curious as to how the two of them had come to be acquainted.
“Yes, he attended Eton with my older brother and often visited during school holidays. He teased me unmercifully, but I returned the favor and so we became good friends.”
“That sounds like Jack,” said Kyra dryly.
“You have known him for a long time as well, I take it?” asked Harriet.
“Since childhood. We shared a number of escapades and got into quite a bit of mischief together.” She made a face. “I fear we were incorrigible hellions.”
“What fun is life without making a little mischief,” said Harriet.
Theo repressed a chortle. “Oh dear, don’t remind me of Lady Sherwood’s Venetian breakfast and the curry in her punch bowl.”
Harriet grinned. “The coughing and sputtering made it sound like the gardens had been invaded by an army of bullfrogs.”
“We would have been banned for life from the mansions of Mayfair had she ever discovered that we were the culprits,” added Theo.
“Yes, but it was worth the risk. The countess is insufferably vain and she had been boasting for weeks about how her special recipe was far superior to that of any other hostess in London.”
Kindred spirits. The laughter and camaraderie of friends. Kyra had thought that would never, ever be part of her life again. A spark of warmth pooled deep in her chest and slowly spread outward.
“Jack and I once crept down to Lord Berkeley’s wine cellar on the eve of a fancy gentlemen’s Hunt Dinner he was giving and replaced several bottles of his most expensive French brandy—smuggled, mind you!
—with vinegar,” she recollected. “I would have given anything to see the expression on the faces of the guests.”
“Dare we stay for tea?” quipped Theo.
They all laughed, and the dulcet sound seemed to add yet another thread to the bond forming between them.
“You shall be missing a rare treat if you choose to leave before the maid appears with the tray. In addition to tea, I’ve made some hot chocolate from a special recipe given to me by Jack’s Spanish cousin, Mr. Greeley.”
“Oooh, I have heard he is a very intriguing man,” said Theo. “Talk in London is that he is a tall, dark, brooding hero straight from the pages of Lord Byron’s poetry.”
“Mr. Greeley may look like a raffish corsair prince, but he is all that is honorable, kind, considerate, always willing to lend a helping hand. Indeed, it was he who rescued Hero from a pack of young ruffians.” Kyra hoped her cheeks were not as blazing red as they felt.
“And as he is working on turning his grandmother’s cooking journals and recipes into a book on the history of chocolate.
He creates the most divine confections as he performs his research in the kitchens of Hendrie Hall. ”
“A man who likes cooking and chocolate?” remarked Harriet. “He sounds like the very paragon of perfection.”
“He is very nice,” answered Kyra lamely, hoping her new friend’s penetrating gaze didn’t cut too deeply.
“Well then, I very much look forward to meeting him.” Harriet’s expression gave nothing away, but a tiny twinkle seemed to dance in her grey-green eyes. “I take it he will attending the ball.”
“Yes.” Kyra quickly rang for the maid, hoping to change the uncomfortable subject. “As to the ball, while we wait for our refreshments, I should like to show you the sketches for the floral arrangements the head gardener and I have designed for the supper room.”
“I am still not certain this is the best plan of action,” Rafael said as he and Jack followed the butler down the corridor.
“Trust me, it’s an excellent plan. Women are often more experienced than men at intrigue and innuendo,” answered his cousin.
“Kyra isn’t?—”
“Yes, but Harry—that is, Harriet—is. And her diplomatic experiences have made her more practical and pragmatic than most gently-bred ladies. So I am quite confident that this is a wise move. She’ll be valuable ally.”
Rafael couldn’t hold back a skeptical scowl.
“Just remember the strategy we agreed on. After a pleasant tea time, I will ask Harriet and her friend to allow me to ride back in the carriage with them to Northfield, as I wish to catch up with my old friend. I’ll explain to them that we suspect Matherton is threatening Kyra.
Not only do I trust Harriet’s discretion and judgment, but she seems to have a sixth sense that alerts her to trouble in the air.
As we learned in war, it never hurts to have allies in all manner of guises.
“True,” Rafael conceded.
“Once we’ve left you alone with Kyra, it’s your mission to press on and win her trust. We’ll guard the flanks, but it’s you who must win that victory,” went on Jack.
“The ladies in Spain seem to think you have a very romantic soul. It’s time to wield those flowery words with the same skill as you wield your saber.
“I am counting more on the box of chocolate confections I have under my arm to loosen Kyra’s tongue.”
His cousin flashed a grin. “All’s fair in love and war.”
Quickening his stride, Jack caught up to the butler, and after dismissing him with a jovial wave, pushed open the parlor door and entered the room.
“I hope you ladies don’t mind if we join you,” he announced grandly.
“My cousin and I are famished from our walk, and we were informed that refreshments are being served here.”
“You both are always welcome guests,” answered Kyra. “Though perhaps I should ring for an extra platter of cream tarts.”
“No need,” said Rafael, following at a more measured pace. “I’ve brought chocolate.”
Harriet flicked at her skirts and patted the sofa cushion. “Well then, do come sit beside me, sir.”
“How quickly my wit and charm are forgotten,” exclaimed Jack in mock dismay.
“Sweet as they are, wit and charm don’t hold a candle to confections,” quipped Harriet. “And I have heard that these particular creations are very special, indeed.”
“Alas, even I have to admit that Rafe’s culinary skills cast me in the shade.” Jack quickly took charge of making all the formal introductions, and then dropped into a sprawling slouch in one of the armchairs. “There, now we need not stand on ceremony.”
Rafael caught Kyra’s eye, and her shy smile made his heart lurch up against his ribs.
Love might stalk a man on silent, light-as-air cat’s paws, but when it pounced, it hit one with the muscled force of a full-grown lion. He sat down rather quickly on the spot indicated, surprised to find that his pulse was thudding erratically.
“Kyra has been waxing poetic about you, Mr. Greeley,” began Harriet.
“And your chocolate recipes,” interjected Kyra hastily, a blush ridging her cheekbones.
“Dare I hope we shall be treated to a taste of them?” asked Theo.
“But of course,” answered Rafael. “I am always happy to share the fruits of my labor in the kitchen with friends.” He settled the box on his lap. “Though I suggest we save them for after the main refreshments.”
“Anticipation makes most things sweeter,” Harriet said.
Rafael immediately warmed to her pithy humor. Jack’s confidence in his friend appeared well-placed. She radiated a calm strength, and he sensed she could be counted on in a crisis.
Once tea was dispensed and the plates of pastries from the duke’s kitchens passed around, the conversation turned to gardens and art.
His respect increased as he listened to both Harriet and Theo express thoughtful opinions.
And as he watched Kyra relax and join the animated discussion, he gave silent thanks for the power of laughter and friendship.
Now, it was up to him to prove love was an even more powerful force.
Brushing the last crumbs from her fingertips, Harriet leaned back and eyed the box of chocolates expectantly. “Mr. Greeley, I think you have kept us in suspense long enough. I’m always interested in experiencing new things, and I have never tasted edible chocolate before.”
Theo nodded her assent. “Nor have I. Indeed, I have never even heard of it being possible.”
“I warn you, don’t get Mr. Greeley started on its history unless you wish to stay for supper,” teased Kyra.
“I do tend to become a prosy bore on the subject,” he replied.
“Oh, not at all,” she protested. “It’s absolutely fascinating, but as the story begins back in the time of the Aztec Empire, it might be best to wait and make it an evening’s entertainment.”
“Perhaps we could gather in the kitchen and watch you cook as you regale us with its lore and legends,” suggested Harriet.
Theo clapped her hands together. “What a splendid idea!”
“I agree,” said Kyra. “You make it come alive.”