by Renee Ryan
Chapter Seventeen Gigi was grateful she’d chosen a seat next to the center aisle, in the very last pew in the back of the church. If at any moment the service became too much, she could leave without having to disturb the other churchgoers, including Fitz. He stood next to her, holding a hymnal open. Looking at her without quite looking at her, he angled the book until she could see the page. As if on cue, the first strains of organ music wafted through the sanctuary. Although Fitz concentrated on the book, Gigi could feel his attention on her. She couldn’t look at him. His behavior in the carriage had left her reeling. Instead of judging her, he’d offered tremendous sympathy and reassurance, once again proving he was a good and decent man. Gigi should be dancing for joy. She felt nothing but regret. How could she ever measure up to a man like Fitz? He was full of integrity and honor, while she was a fallen woman. His words, and something she must never let herself forget. Unable to re
Chapter Eighteen Gigi and Fitz had reached a stalemate in their relationship. As she lay in her bed Monday morning, staring up at the ceiling in the gloomy pre-dawn light, she accepted that they would never be more than something between friends and passing acquaintances. Especially if he remained distant, speaking only of business matters. An automobile company, indeed. Her eyes had glazed over as soon as he’d expounded on the virtues of multi-cylinder engines, which Gigi suspected had been the point. She flipped onto her stomach and sighed. She couldn’t help but think Fitz’s reticence to share anything personal was because of her past. He might claim she was Nathanial’s victim, he might even sympathize with her plight, but that didn’t mean he saw her as a potential mate. There’d been no talk of anything beyond friendship, no attempt at another kiss. All the proof Gigi needed that Fitz thought her unworthy of something deeper. At least he’d agreed to let her redeem the pearls on her o
Chapter Nineteen “What a spectacular piece of driving.” Luke climbed out of his motorcar and, goggles still in place, sauntered over to shake Fitz’s hand. “And may I remind you, gloating is rude and unseemly.” Fitz accepted Luke’s congratulations with a self-satisfied grin. It had been a hard-won race, with Luke almost overtaking him at the finish line. Almost, but not quite. “You’ll get me next time.” “Count on it.” Fitz laughed at the gruff promise. “You always were a fierce competitor.” “Something we have in common.” “Too true.” Barely able to see the other man through all the grime on his own goggles, Fitz shoved them to the back of his head. Luke looked out over the track they’d raced around for the agreed-upon twelve laps. “I noticed how you chose the driving line and followed the same path each lap.” “Actually, it took me a few trips around to pick the best route,” Fitz admitted, looking out over the muddy track, too. “I usually like to walk the course backward to figure out whe
Chapter Twenty Afraid he would make matters worse if he tried to talk his way out of the debacle he’d created in the Griffins’ parlor, Fitz left Gigi in her friend’s capable hands and returned to his room in the Waldorf-Astoria. He’d done what he could to ensure Brian’s silence. There would be plenty of time to repair the damage. He would seek out Gigi and discuss their next step later tonight or first thing in the morning. For now, Fitz needed to think. To do that properly, he needed privacy. He slammed the door behind him with a bang and yanked open the top drawer of the small writing desk. With swift flicks of his wrist, he laid out several sheets of paper on the desk and began reviewing the notes he’d scribbled after each consultation with the medical experts. Now, with his future at stake, Fitz searched for something, anything, to give him hope. He’d asked each of the doctors if his father’s condition was hereditary. None had been definitive in their answer, but not a single one o
Chapter Twenty-One Fitz didn’t make it back to New York in time for opening night. Gigi hadn’t held out much hope that he would. Who was she kidding? Of course she’d held out hope. For every hour he was gone, all forty-five and three quarters of them, she’d waited anxiously for his return. He’d sent no word. Not a telegram, not a note by special courier, nothing. His silence hurt. And the longer he stayed away, the more certain she became that he would never return. To make matters worse, Gigi had another, equally troubling situation to deal with. Sophie had disappeared. The young woman had gone missing the same night Fitz had left town. At least Sophie had left word. Nothing more than a hastily scribbled note, but that was better than no communication at all. Now, as Gigi unfolded the piece of parchment paper for what must have been the seventieth time in two days, she admitted the truth to herself. She’d failed Sophie. As surely as if she’d personally helped the young woman escape th
Chapter Twenty-Two “I’m sorry, Miss Smith. I’m afraid the pearls are no longer in my possession.” Stunned speechless, Gigi blinked at the pawnbroker. She must have misunderstood. He couldn’t have said her great-grandmother’s pearls were gone. “You . . . what?” she croaked. “I sold the necklace.” No, it wasn’t possible. Mr. Ryerson couldn’t be this cruel. “We had an agreement.” The eyes that looked at her were sharp and measuring. “What can I say? The client made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” “But you . . .” Fury surged, prowling through her blood, seeking release like a wild animal straining at its leash. “You put your promise in writing.” Surely, he would honor their agreement. Forcing down her panic, Gigi fumbled inside the velvet satchel on her lap, pulled out the piece of paper, and slid it across the desk. “Ah, yes, that.” He studied the promissory note with a satisfied smirk. “There are only two signatures here, yours and mine. You failed to secure witnesses to our transaction.
Chapter Twenty-Three Her father had agreed to see her. The thought gave Gigi small comfort as the family’s stiff-backed butler led her to Harcourt Wentworth’s private study on the first floor of Harvest House. “You are to make yourself comfortable.” He opened the door without fully securing eye contact. “Your father will be along shortly.” “Please tell him not to rush on my account. I don’t mind waiting.” “I will relay your message.” He turned to go, then paused and glanced back over his shoulder. His gaze filled with compassion. “If I may be so bold as to say, it’s good to have you home, Miss Gigi.” “Thank you, Joseph. It’s good to be home.” They shared a brief smile before he continued on his way. The moment he disappeared around the corner, Gigi stepped inside the cavernous room. With nerves fluttering in her stomach, she roamed aimlessly. She barely glanced at the masculine décor, hardly noticed the rich wood paneling or bookshelves lining three of the four walls. The only sound sh
Epilogue The wedding reception lasted two hours. Gigi and Fitz had a train to catch for New York City, where they would spend their wedding night and two additional days. With Calvin Fitzpatrick’s illness, and Gigi still in the early phases of restoring her relationships with her family, neither the bride nor the groom wanted to stay away any longer. Due to the modern convenience of railroads, and Fitz’s newfound penchant for calling in favors, the newlyweds were settled in their suite at the Park Avenue Hotel by the end of the day. While her husband ran a mysterious errand, Gigi stood at the window overlooking the bustling streets below. She watched the sun dip below the horizon, turning a strip of low-riding clouds a kaleidoscope of pinks, purples, and golds. Fitz entered the suite, calling out her name. Gigi glanced over her shoulder. “Yes?” “You will be happy to know I have secured us a private box for the performance tonight.” Her brows shot up. According to the hotel manager, Esm
Discussion Questions Why is Gigi visiting the pawnshop in Herald Square? What happens during the meeting with the owner that leaves her upset? How long does she have to come up with a solution? What is Gigi hiding from? Why has she changed her name to Sally Smith and taken on the role of lady’s maid? Who is she serving now? Who does Gigi encounter at the Summer Garden Theater? What does his appearance mean? Have you ever had a plan that was thwarted before you could put it into motion? Explain. Describe Fitz and Gigi’s history. How did Fitz find Gigi? Why has he come now? Does his reason for seeking her out change ove
r the course of the book? If so, how? What does Esmeralda want Gigi to do for her concerning her daughter? How does Gigi feel about this? How does Sophie feel? Why does Fitz seek out a medical professional? What comes of this meeting? What happens the first time Gigi asks Fitz to let her return the pearls? What happens the second time she asks? Why has Fitz had a change of
About the Author Photo © 2012 Caroline Akins / One Six Photography Renee Ryan is the author of over twenty inspirational, faith-based romance novels. She received the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense in the Inspirational category for her novels Dangerous Allies and Courting the Enemy. She is an active member on the board of the Romance Writers of America. Ryan currently lives in Lincoln, Nebraska, with her husband. For more information on the author and her work, visit www.reneeryan.com.
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A Touch of Scarlet
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The Marriage Agreement, an RT Top Pick
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The Marshal Takes a Bride
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Finally a Bride
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Charity House Courtship
The Outlaw’s Redemption
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His Most Suitable Bride
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Extreme Measures
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To Dee Halverson, for being a loving and supportive mother-in-law. Thank you for sharing your son with me.
Contents
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Discussion Questions
About the Author
It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
Luke 15:32
Chapter One
New York City, Herald Square, 1901
Gigi Wentworth pulled the bulky, oversized cloak tightly around her shoulders and stepped into the early-morning foot traffic. A cold gray mist snaked around the hem of her skirt. The frigid air was a stark reminder that winter would have the city fully in its grip before long.
Wrapped inside the heavy black wool, Gigi took comfort in her shrouded anonymity. No one would recognize her in the ugly garment. They would certainly never suspect she was the missing daughter from one of the wealthiest families in America.
That was, of course, the point.
For nearly a year, Gigi had put forth great effort to create an ordinary, forgettable persona.
Reaching up, she stuffed an errant strand of faded blonde hair beneath the hood of her cloak.
She increased her pace, quickly rounding the corner of Thirty-Fourth Street and Sixth Avenue. With no small amount of relief, she spotted the three perfectly round, golden spheres suspended above a weathered awning up ahead. The tim
e-honored symbol beckoned her forward, giving her a glimmer of hope that soon she would be able to go home. Soon, she vowed silently.
Home.
The word brought a bittersweet mixture of pleasure and apprehension. A year was a long time to be away from the people she loved. Would her family welcome her return?
Not if you arrive without the pearls.
Certainty took hold. The trials of the past eleven months were almost at an end. One final task lay before her.
Gigi had scraped and saved for this moment, hiding her true identity in a quiet life of servitude. Not by choice. No. She’d been driven by something far more powerful. Shame.
Shame for what she’d done. For the people she’d hurt. For the pretty lies she’d clung to with willful obstinacy.
Gigi drew to a stop outside Ryerson’s Pawnbroker Sale Store.
This was not the first time she’d visited the pawnshop in Herald Square. Assuming everything went according to plan, it would be her last.
Heart pounding wildly against her ribs, she looked over her shoulder. The eerie sense that she was being followed had her looking right, left, back to the right. No one paid her any attention. Nerves, she told herself. Nothing more.
She twisted the brass doorknob and all but stumbled into the building. She held perfectly still, waiting until her eyes adjusted to the darkened interior. Once her vision cleared, she scanned her surroundings. She was alone.
Not for long.
A skeleton-thin, dark-haired young man materialized from behind a red velvet curtain. Dressed in an ill-fitting suit that hung awkwardly on his skinny frame, he greeted Gigi with a head-to-toe inspection. On the trip back up, his gaze landed on the velvet satchel tucked beneath her arm.
“You have merchandise to sell?”
Gigi shook her head. “To redeem.”
His gaze dropped to the satchel once again. “I assume you have a claim ticket.”
