by Bay, Louise
“Mrs. Steele is perfectly fine. Please follow me.”
I stepped inside the house and glanced around. There were fewer pictures on the walls, and it looked like the place had been recently decorated, though I hadn’t noticed any workmen in the village.
I followed the nurse through the flagstone hallway to the back of the house where the orangery opened up onto the terrace. I’d always loved this room.
The nurse walked ahead of me and up to someone sitting at one of the tables on the terrace. “Mrs. Steele, your new neighbor, Darcy Westbury, is here to see you.”
“How delightful,” she said, craning her neck to see me. This elderly woman was Mrs. Steele? So not Logan’s wife then. Did she live here? With Logan? I had exactly a thousand questions.
She started to stand, but I stopped her. “Please don’t get up. I don’t want to impose. I just came to drop this off and I will let you be—”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Steele said. “You must stay for tea. Julie, would you see to that?”
Julie beamed. “Certainly. I’ll be back shortly.”
Mrs. Steele indicated the chair next to me. “Now, come and sit down. You’re the first new friend I’ve made in this village and I won’t let you leave until I know all about you.”
I laughed and took a seat. It was the kind of thing my grandfather would have said, and despite not knowing anything about Mrs. Steele, I decided I liked her.
“So how are you enjoying the garden?” I asked.
“Isn’t it wonderful? So many memories. And do you know, the gardener has agreed to stay on with us? I’m so pleased.”
I grinned, thankful that Mr. Fawsley’s talents were recognized. “Well, that was very nice of him. So, you’re here on your own today? With Julie?”
“Logan’s in London, but will be back shortly. Really, he shouldn’t be spending so much time with his grandmother, but there’s no telling him what to do. I think he’s trying to make sure I’m settled, although he’d never admit it. He’s such a thoughtful young man. I’m so proud of him.”
The way she described him suggested a very different person than the one described in the article in The Times, but my grandfather used to dote on me like Mrs. Steele clearly doted on Logan. I missed that feeling of having someone completely on my team.
“So you live here? With Logan?” The man I’d met didn’t strike me as the type who lived with his grandmother.
“Well, he insists it’s my house.” She shook her head. “That boy. But yes, this is my home and Logan’s at the weekend. And you’re from the village, dear?”
“Yes. At Woolton Hall.”
“Oh my—you’re the Duke of Fairfax’s granddaughter?”
“Well, sister now.” I’d been the Duke of Fairfax’s granddaughter for most of my adult life, and it still felt odd to think of my brother as the duke.
“Yes, I heard about your grandfather. I’m so sorry. He was a good man. I liked him very much.”
“You knew my grandfather?”
She nodded. “A lifetime ago. Oh, we had such fun. Your grandfather was very mischievous when he was young. The ringleader of our crowd. Although marriage tamed him somewhat, I do think your grandmother was the perfect match for him. She seemed to encourage his spark in the right direction.”
Joy and confusion bloomed in my chest at her memories. “My grandmother loved his mischievous nature,” I replied. “How did you know each other?”
“Didn’t I say? I grew up in Woolton Village. In this very house.” She glanced around. “Not much has changed.”
“You used to live here in Woolton? But I’ve been here since I was a small child.” Mrs. Brookely had lived here for as long as I’d been alive.
She sighed. “I left over three decades ago. I have such wonderful memories from the place. And I think over the years I must have talked about the place to Logan more often than I should have.”
I was so taken aback, I hardly knew what to say. “And you used to know my grandfather.” If only he was here. They could swap stories, share memories. “Did you know each other well?”
“Yes. Very well. I knew your grandmother too. We all moved in the same circles, even more so when I married. Back in those days the British aristocracy was like an exclusive little club.” So Logan was an earl. He hadn’t introduced himself that way. “My husband’s ancestral home was up in Scotland and that was never my favorite place. When he died, I moved back down here to my parents’ place to help out with Logan after he was born.” I thought I caught a look of sadness in her eyes, but almost as if to make up for it, she smiled widely. “I suppose this is the third time I’ve come back. Some places are just special, I guess.”
Mrs. Steele wasn’t an outsider. She’d known the village longer than I had, understood how wonderful it was. “Welcome back. It’s so wonderful to meet someone who was friends with my grandparents.”
“Thank you, my dear. It’s good to be back. Anyway, enough about me. I heard your brother lives in America. Is it just you up at the house?”
I didn’t want to talk about me. I wanted to hear more about Mrs. Steele and my grandparents when they were young. But I would have to be patient. “Well, just me and everyone else who helps look after the place.”
“So you’re not married, dear?”
I shook my head.
“Do you have a boyfriend? You’re very pretty. I’m sure you must have suitors lining up.”
I laughed. She was nosy, but sweet. I couldn’t be offended. “There’s no line. And no boyfriend.”
“I don’t know what it is with you young people. Logan’s the same.” She sighed as Julie delivered our tea, then disappeared again. “No girlfriend and doesn’t seem to get any closer to having a family with each passing year.”
I didn’t respond, unsure of what to say. I got the feeling Mrs. Steele’s comments were deliberately aimed at me, but given we’d just met, she couldn’t be suggesting that I should take an interest in her grandson, could she?
“Will you be mother?” Mrs. Steele asked, inviting me to pour the tea.
“Of course. It would be my pleasure.” I set about checking the strength of the tea and arranging cups and saucers before pouring us both a cup.
“So tell me why such a lovely, pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend, or a queue of waiting men.” Without looking away from me, she took a sip of her tea.
I smiled at her. “I’m married to the estate. It’s my family’s legacy and I really enjoy making sure it’s ready for the next generation. It doesn’t leave time for much else.”
“Gosh, my Logan’s just the same. Work, work, work. But he always has time for me.”
The distant sounds of a helicopter echoed above us. My gut churned. I really didn’t want to run into Logan again. My conversation with Mrs. Steele was so confusing. Instead of confirming that Logan was just some city type who was spoiled and entitled with no love of the countryside, he had some kind of right to be here. And he’d bought this place to keep his grandmother happy. I needed a chance to rearrange my thoughts.
“Is it me, or do you hear a helicopter?” Mrs. Steele asked.
There was no mistaking it. “Yes, it sounds like your grandson is on his way back.”
“Perfect. You’ll get to meet him. I think you two are going to get along famously. How old are you, Darcy?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Excellent,” was all she said.
What was excellent about being twenty-eight? It was far too close to thirty for my liking. Before I got a chance to ask, the overwhelming sound of the helicopter prevented any more talking. We watched as it landed and Logan stepped out.
He grinned and waved at his grandmother before turning his attention toward me. I offered a wave in return as my heart began to thunder through my blouse. I hadn’t remembered quite how handsome he was. As he came toward us, warmth travelled through my body and I couldn’t help but smile.
Today, he wore a navy-blue suit without a tie and
he seemed even taller than I remembered. His square jaw had a day’s worth of stubble on it, and his broad chest and confident walk fought for my attention. This man knew he was attractive. Enjoyed it. And I couldn’t blame him. Aurora was going to think I was full of crap when she saw him in the flesh. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss how good-looking he was.
From the confused look on his face, it didn’t look as if he remembered me. Perhaps that was just as well.
“Logan, so wonderful to have you home early on a Friday,” Mrs. Steele said, a smile on her face as wide as the sky. She clearly adored him.
He took the three steps up on to the terrace and bent and kissed his grandmother on the cheek. “Well I couldn’t let you enjoy this beautiful day on your own a moment longer. But apparently, I needn’t have worried,” he replied, glancing at me, his eyes sparkling. I couldn’t tell if it was curiosity as to what I was doing there, or general pleasure at being home. Either way, I couldn’t stop staring. Who was this man? Every time I heard something more about him, I had to change my mind about who he was. From horse-whisperer to corporate raider to granny’s boy and back.
“Let me introduce my new friend, Darcy. She lives up at Woolton Hall, which is her family’s estate.”
I smiled and held out my hand. “Hi,” I said, still unsure whether or not he recognized me.
“Nice to see you again,” he replied, taking my hand in his firm grip, his voice vibrating across my skin. Apparently, I didn’t look that different, clean or muddy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mrs. Steele glancing between us. “You know each other?”
A small grin curled his lips as he held my gaze. “I met Darcy last Sunday on my walk around the boundary. I think I mentioned it. I’m afraid to say, Granny, that I don’t think I left a very good impression.”
“Oh dear. What did you do?” She patted the seat next to her and Logan sat—directly opposite me.
“Nothing.” I shook my head, feeling the intensity of his stare as I addressed his grandmother. “Nothing at all. It was me. I was covered in mud and I was trespassing—I’ve gotten far too used to the previous owners of Badsley House being very relaxed about me riding on their land. I’m sorry.”
“You have no need to be. You were right. It is a beautiful view,” he replied. “Shall we start again from now?”
Heat rose in my cheeks as I nodded. I needed a fresh start with him, perhaps I’d judged him too harshly. “Sure. Fresh start.”
“Darcy brought us this beautiful gift,” Mrs. Steele said. “She’s such a thoughtful girl, and devoted to her family’s estate, isn’t that right? Sounds to me like you deserve some time off. Do you go out anywhere in the evenings? Perhaps you’d show my grandson what young people do in the village. I don’t want him getting bored, sitting in with me all weekend.”
Logan chuckled. “I could never get bored beating you at gin rummy, Granny.”
“Beat me? As if. I taught you everything you know.”
“True enough.”
It was lovely to see Logan and Mrs. Steele interact, but it made me a little sad that I wasn’t able to tease my grandfather anymore, that he wasn’t able to scold me for running about the house in bare feet. I wonder if there would ever be a day when I didn’t miss him.
“But I go to bed early anyway—you really should find out what goes on in the evenings. Darcy, what kind of thing do you get up to?”
“I wish I could tell you some scandalous stories, or even just a few interesting ones. I’m a homebody, so I enjoy being at Woolton with my grandfather’s library and a hot bath.”
Logan’s eyebrows pulsed upward. “Now that does sound potentially scandalous,” he said.
I straightened, a little embarrassed by his reaction. I hadn’t meant to be flirtatious. “It’s anything but. Since my grandfather passed away I live a very quiet life, although sometimes my best friend and I go into the village because the pub serves great food, and we can catch up with people. My family has a house in London, so I tend to save socializing for when I’m in town.”
“Where’s your place in London?” Logan leaned back and his legs crept toward me as he stretched out.
“Hill Street, Mayfair.”
Logan looked confused and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to remember where Hill Street was or if he was surprised that a country bumpkin like me stayed in town. I might feel more comfortable at home at Woolton, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t handle London.
“Logan’s used to life in the city. I don’t want him to get bored out here. It’s enough that he’s made it possible for me to come home. He shouldn’t have to spend all his time with me. You’d be doing me a tremendous favor by getting him out and about, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Now, Granny, I fear you’re getting a little mischievous. Darcy doesn’t want to have to babysit me.”
He had a charming way of getting himself out of a tricky situation, which I rather admired. He made it sound like it would be a burden for me, though we both knew he didn’t want to go.
“Quiz night’s on Thursdays—there’s usually lots of villagers there. It would be a great place to meet more people. And Mrs. Steele, you might consider joining the local chapter of the Women’s Institute. They’re a fixture of Woolton Village and hold their meetings at Woolton Hall from time to time.”
“I’ve never thought of myself as a W.I. kind of woman, but I’m keen to get to know the village.”
“And I hope you don’t mind me mentioning it, but Mrs. Brookely, who lived here before you, opened her gardens the first Saturday each month to the village. And I know the villagers are very fond of Mr. Fawsley’s work, so you might want to consider doing something similar.”
Mrs. Steele threw up her hands. “Of course. We must do that. I had no idea, did you, Logan?”
Logan grinned as he shook his head, his chest expanding as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on me so that every time I glanced at him our gaze met. “We can make that happen.”
“I’m so pleased you mentioned it, my dear. I know how difficult it can be to move into a new place and I want to make sure we do our part as members of the community, isn’t that right, Logan?”
“Absolutely,” said Logan.
“But I should leave you in peace,” I said. “I’ll let you know about the next W.I. meeting, Mrs. Steele.”
“Thank you, and Logan, will you be able to make the quiz meeting this Thursday?” she asked.
Logan frowned. Did he think an evening with me so burdensome? Not that I had any desire to babysit him, as he put it.
“I’ll be in London,” I replied so he didn’t assume there’d be any enforced time together. “But of course, do go on your own. People are very friendly.” I was having dinner with my brother, who would be on a layover from New York to Beijing.
“Well, that is disappointing,” Mrs. Steele said. “But another time. I think you two have so much in common. Both young, good-looking people devoted to their family. You should get to know each other.”
Mrs. Steele might be elderly, but that didn’t stop her playing at being a matchmaker.
“Grandmother,” Logan growled in warning. “I’m sure Darcy can arrange her social life without your help. And I know I can.”
Mrs. Steele shrugged and took a sip of her tea as if she hadn’t quite heard her grandson’s admonishment. And I tried to hide my blush at Logan making it clear, so charmingly, that he wasn’t interested in spending any time with me. Not that I was with him. But still.
I stood and thanked Mrs. Steele for her hospitality.
“I’ll see you out,” Logan said, grasping the sides of his chair. We walked out, Logan following me.
“It was good to see you again,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. I almost jumped as his large hand briefly touched my lower back just as we reached the front door.
I glanced up at him and I blinked, trying to formulate an appropriate response which I knew should have been
easier, but my mind was blank. I nodded, unable to come up with anything.
He tilted his head. “No mud today. But still the same smile.”
“No mud,” I said pressing my mouth into a self-conscious straight line. “Have a good weekend.”
As I got to the gate on the other side of the drive, I glanced back to find Logan watching me. What was he thinking?
If I hadn’t seen him here today, I wouldn’t have imagined him as the sort of man who came home to spend weekends with his grandmother playing gin rummy. From what I’d read about him, I would have thought he was more the type who had a different date every night, went to all the top bars and restaurant openings in London, and had some office in a skyscraper where he barked orders at people and made a ton of money while destroying people’s businesses.
Which Logan Steele was the real man underneath the custom suit and the charming smile?
Chapter Seven
Darcy
As soon as I saw Ryder, I squealed. I just couldn’t help myself. It was always good to see him, but since Grandfather had died, I needed our time together even more. I scurried toward him. “It’s so good to see you, even if only for dinner,” I said as I held his face in my hands.
He kissed me on the cheek, then extracted himself and indicated the chair opposite him. We always ended up coming to this place, which was a relaxed local Italian restaurant around the corner from the Hill Street house. How it survived amongst all the Michelin-starred restaurants in this area, I had no idea, but I was pleased it did. The staff were friendly and the food was always incredible. “I saw you on FaceTime two days ago when you were gossiping with my wife. It’s hardly like we are strangers.”
“First, I can’t squeeze your cute little cheeks on FaceTime.” I reached across the table to grab another handful, but he backed out of reach. “Second, we weren’t gossiping, we were talking about the summer party. It’s important.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Exactly right.”
“So what’s going on in your world?” he asked. “Any village scandal I should know about?”
