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Cursed with prophetic visions and desperate to atone for a death she could have prevented, Gianna York swears she will never again ignore the chance to save a life. When she is hired by Landen Elmsworth to serve as companion to his sister, Gia repeatedly sees the image of her employer’s lifeless corpse floating in Misty Lake. As subsequent visions reveal more details, Gia soon realizes her best chance to save this difficult man is by becoming his wife.
At first, Landen Elmsworth believes the fetching Miss York might be right for a meaningless dalliance, but he grossly underestimates her capacity for cunning and soon finds himself bound until death to a woman he may never be able to trust. Yet in the dark of their bedroom they discover an undeniable passion—and a capacity to forge their own destiny . . .
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The Lady Who Saw Too Much
A Sole Survivor Novel
Thomasine Rappold
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Dedication
For John. Who would have thought…
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to my agent, Stefanie Lieberman, my editor, Paige Christian, and the entire team at Lyrical/Kensington for their gentle guidance and patience with a newbie.
Thank you to my critique group, also known as the BFS, for saving me from the “fancy ferns in the forest” and so much more. You guys rock!
Thanks also to the Capital Region Romance Writers for all the knowledge, encouragement, and friendship through the years.
To my wonderful family, friends, and readers, for all your love and support, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Chapter 1
Troy, New York 1884
She was about to be tossed to the street. Gianna York folded her trembling hands on her lap, lifted her chin, and did her utmost to maintain her dignity.
Prolonging the torture, Mrs. Amery tidied one of the tall stacks of papers covering the surface of the large desk between them. “I’m sorry, Gia, but my decision is final.” The woman’s usually stern voice softened beneath her crushing words. “You’ve done a fine job these past months, but in light of your recent disclosure, I simply cannot keep you on any longer.”
Gia slumped in her seat. She’d expected the worst when she’d been summoned to Mrs. Amery’s office so early this morning, and that’s precisely what she’d been handed. She stared down at her lap as she fought to contain her dismay.
“Our students are impressionable young women, as you well understand. The precarious situation in which you’ve placed yourself by fleeing your home as you did, leaves me with no other choice. And I’m afraid it leaves you with limited respectable options.”
Bristling at the unnecessary reminder, Gia rued the moment of weakness during which she’d divulged this part of her past. Lesson learned. From here on out, she would lie. The thought made her angrier. Not at Mrs. Amery, who’d always treated her fairly, but at herself. It wasn’t weakness but pride that had prompted Gia’s confession. Her stubborn attempt to challenge society’s perception of what she’d done had failed miserably. If a woman as forward-thinking as Mrs. Amery couldn’t be swayed…“I understand,” Gia uttered.
Mrs. Amery sighed. “It’s a bitter pill to swallow, I know, but all is not lost. I may have a solution.”
Gia glanced up, surprised.
“I’ve learned recently of a position that might interest you. Of course it’s not as a teaching assistant, nor here at the school, but—”
“Where?” Gia leaned forward.
“Misty Lake.”
“Misty Lake?”
“A small town in the country a mere half-day’s ride from here. The position is for a companion to a young woman from an upstanding family who summers there. The poor girl suffers with a crippling shyness, and her family feels a companion might help alleviate her condition. Their trust in the Troy Female Seminary has brought them to me for a recommendation.” Mrs. Amery tilted her head. “I’ve told them only of your quality work here, nothing more,” she said sternly.
“I appreciate that.”
“I know it’s not ideal, but if you still refuse to consider returning to your family, I truly believe it’s your only recourse.”
Gia stiffened at the mention of her family. Returning to Boston meant abiding by their conditions, and Gia knew all too well the terms of those conditions. Blind obedience. Total conformity. Mind-numbing medications to “restore her health” and “quiet the spells” from which she’d been afflicted since the accident but rendered her senseless in the process.
No. She refused to go back to that life.
Gia had survived the icy water for a reason. And while she’d never understand why she’d lived while her brothers hadn’t, she’d conceded, after much painful resistance, that all that ensued was a part of that reason. Gia had to accept this. Even if her parents couldn’t.
Gia straightened in her chair. She could be a companion. She could be whatever was required of a companion, so long as it paid sufficiently.
“And it pays quite well,” Mrs. Amery added as if reading Gia’s thoughts. “The position must be filled immediately, so if you decide to accept, you must depart at once.”
“I’ll do it,” Gia said.
“Very well, then.” Mrs. Amery reached into the desk drawer. “The Elmsworths are expecting you tomorrow.” She handed Gia an envelope. “All the information is there. Along with travel expenses.”
Gia stood, feeling better. A quiet summer in the country would not be so bad. While she’d miss the girls here at the school, she was fortunate she’d have a roof over her head. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. “I’d better start packing.”
Mrs. Amery nodded. “I’m due at an appointment upstairs.” She plucked up a file as she rou
nded the desk. With a sympathetic smile, she patted Gia’s arm. “Good luck to you, my dear.” She hurried from the room, deserting Gia to the fate contained inside the envelope in her hand.
Blowing out a long breath, Gia opened the envelope. Fingering through the contents, she bypassed several crisp bills before slipping out a gold-embossed card. The fine parchment bespoke wealth and status as did the bold print. With her thumb, Gia traced the raised letters of the ornate script. Landen J. Elmsworth.
A chill of foreboding crept up her spine. The print shifted, fading slowly from focus before her blurry eyes. Her heart pounded. With a fortifying breath, she braced herself against the inevitable—and all that came with it. Fear and dread gave way to total helplessness as the vision emerged like a slow wave of nausea.
Closing her eyes, she sank to the chair. She clutched the parchment in her palm, the buzz in her ears growing louder, drawing her in. Brisk air filled her lungs. Gooseflesh formed on her skin. The smell of pine loomed amid tall trees and shadows. Entranced by the sound of babbling water, she waited as a picture took shape in the darkness.
A man lay at the bottom of a rocky creek, face down in the shallow water. His long black coat clung to his lifeless body. The crimson scarf around his neck drifted like a thick stream of blood on the mild current.
And then as insidiously as it had appeared, the vision was gone. Gia opened her eyes. Panting, she unfurled her trembling fist, then stared down at the crumpled card. She hadn’t experienced a vision so vivid in months. Nor one so ominous. Especially of someone she’d yet to meet.
She leaned back in the chair, still reeling. Visions of strangers came rarely but were no less disturbing. She shoved the card into the envelope and tried to stay calm. The thundering pulse at her temples refused to recede as each detail of the vision pelted her brain.
She remained seated for several long moments before attempting to stand. Rising on shaky legs, she composed herself. Exhaustion in the wake of the vision struck hard. She clutched the chair for support. She’d almost forgotten how draining it could be—it had been so long. Why this was happening now, after all this time, she didn’t know. But of one thing she was certain.
Landen J. Elmsworth, whoever he was, was going to die.
* * * *
Gia stared at the gable-roofed house, urging her feet to move. She dreaded meeting the man she’d seen dead in her vision, dreaded meeting his family. A part of her longed to ignore the vision, run miles in the opposite direction and try to forget it. While she was unsure if she could prevent her visions from becoming reality, she was determined to try. She had to.
The memory of Prudence Alber’s death pierced her chest like a dagger. Gia had stood idle, and a young girl had died. The heavy weight of her guilt kept her rooted in the gravel drive in front of the large house, too ensnared in the past to move. She took a deep breath, then stepped to the porch. She had to do something to make up for what she hadn’t done for Pru.
Somehow—some way—she would save Mr. Elmsworth.
Gia rang the bell. After announcing herself, she was led by a tall housemaid through the foyer and into a finely decorated parlor. “My name is Florence, Miss York. Please make yourself comfortable while I get Miss Elmsworth.”
Gia took a seat on the small settee, glancing around. The spacious room was styled to perfection with elegant furnishings and bright hues and only a hint of the musty smells so common in summer retreats. Outside the large windows, the lake sparkled amid mountains and trees, a scenic painting come to life.
There were several such lakes in the area. Were there as many creeks as well? Gia pushed from her mind the thought of her vision and the challenge ahead. She had to stay positive. A few moments later, Florence returned. A young woman followed demurely behind her.
“Miss York, this is Miss Alice Elmsworth.” Florence urged the girl forward.
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Alice,” Gia said. “May I call you Alice?”
Alice nodded, staring down at her shoes.
“I will bring tea,” Florence said.
Alice watched Florence exit the room. From her forlorn expression, Gia half expected the girl would follow. “She won’t be but a few minutes,” she uttered instead. She said nothing more as she took a seat across from Gia.
Beneath Alice’s clenched hands, her knees bounced with nervous tension. The timid creature appeared as though she wanted to be anywhere but in the presence of this stranger who’d been hired to be her companion. Gia sighed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable for causing the girl’s palpable distress.
Gia fidgeted in her seat, wondering how best to approach the situation. They waited for tea in excruciating silence until Gia could bear her own discomfort no longer. “May I ask how old you are, Alice?”
“I turned twenty in March,” she replied without looking up.
“I turned twenty in March, as well.”
Alice glanced up, and Gia smiled. “Six years ago.”
Alice smiled too. A brief little smile that came and went so quickly Gia almost missed it. Alice shifted in her seat, relaxing a bit, but the strain in her voice remained. “You attended the Troy Female Seminary?”
“That’s right. But I’m originally from Boston.” Gia worked in her mind the tale she’d concocted to explain her relocating to Troy. “After the death of my parents, I took up residence at the seminary,” Gia said, feeling guilty for the lie.
“My parents are deceased as well,” Alice said. She lowered her gaze to her lap, but not before Gia glimpsed the pain in her eyes.
If possible, Gia felt guiltier. She was also perplexed. So, Landen Elmsworth was not Alice’s father as Gia had presumed. Her uncle perhaps? Florence entered the room with a tea tray, and Gia was grateful for the distraction.
Alice and Gia drank their tea amid bits of conversation that consisted of little more than Gia’s questions and Alice’s yes or no answers. Although it was obvious the girl lacked the usual self-esteem that came naturally to most young women of her class, Gia sensed that a treasure trove of fine qualities lay buried beneath Alice’s severe anxiety. When she wasn’t avoiding eye contact by fidgeting with her hands or the folds of her skirts, her large blue eyes sparkled with wit and intelligence.
Unfortunately, the effort involved in exhuming these qualities would exhaust anyone attempting to draw them to the surface. Gia imagined the girl in a crowded ballroom. Alice would disappear into the wallpaper. Gia understood, now, why her family had resorted to hiring a companion. The security of having someone at her side might help build Alice’s confidence.
“Alice!”
A male voice boomed through the foyer.
“Alice!”
Alice straightened in her seat. “We’re in the parlor!”
Heavy footsteps sounded outside the room, and then he was there, posed in the doorway. Gia stared. The black coat, the dark hair. The wide shoulders. Was this him? The man in her vision?
He stepped into the room, addressing Alice as if Gia weren’t there. Anger blazed in his blue eyes. “I just saw Mrs. Folsome in town,” he said.
Alice set down her tea.
“She told me you declined the invitation to her dinner party next week.”
Alice shot to her feet, hands on hips. Her entire demeanor changed as she challenged the man, face to face. The timid mouse was a tiger at heart. “I told you, Denny, I do not wish to attend.”
Denny. Gia exhaled in relief. For some reason, she felt inexplicably grateful that this particular man was not the man in her vision. Not that she’d wish such a fate on anyone, but the thought of this young, virile, and stunningly handsome man’s end seemed a terrible waste.
“And I told you, you must make an effort,” he said to Alice. “You are twenty years old now. Much too old to spend your days holed up in the house.”
Alice motioned with her eyes toward Gia. “We will discuss this later,” she said through clenched teeth.
Ignoring the cue they had company, he said, “There is nothing to discuss. You will attend Mrs. Folsome’s dinner and that is the end of it.” He turned toward Gia, finally acknowledging her presence in the room. “You’re the companion?”
His blunt question sounded more like an accusation. Gia nodded.
“Then please explain to this stubborn miss the importance of socializing.”
Reluctant to engage in their familial dispute, Gia opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“Denny!” Alice gaped. “You have yet to introduce yourself to Miss York, and you’re already barking orders at her.”
He frowned, lips pursed tight. For a moment, Gia thought he might protest. But with a sigh of resignation, he affirmed that Alice was right. “My apologies, Miss York,” he said as he yanked off his hat. He tossed the hat to a chair and a stern look at Alice. “But my sister has a habit of distracting me from my manners.”
He turned toward Gia, and she swallowed hard beneath his bold scrutiny. He moved closer. The tense slant of his brow slackened, as did the taut line of his mouth. His perfect lips parted, luring all lucid thought from her head. “How do you do?”
Even the smooth sound of his voice had turned pleasing. She licked her suddenly dry lips and managed a nod.
His gaze held hers as he extended his hand. Clasping her fingers, he gave her hand a slight squeeze, all the while appraising her with those placid blue eyes. The heat of his touch pulsed through her veins. He released her, but she remained gripped by a strange giddy sensation. The reaction was girlish and silly, and as overpowering as her visions.
She stared into his face, lost in a moment of mesmerizing desire. Like a cuff to the head, his next words jarred her back to her senses.
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