Married By Midnight. Judith Stacy

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      Chapter Five

      Amanda dashed into her bedchamber. “I need a hat!”

      “What’s got you all fired up?” Dolly asked.

      “I’m going out,” Amanda said, crossing to the closet. “With Nick.”

      “Oh, my word. I knew it,” Dolly declared, pushing ahead of her and opening the closet door.

      Amanda stilled. “It’s nothing like that. He’s simply taking me out to see the city. That’s all.”

      Dolly nodded wisely as she pulled down a hatbox from the shelf. “That’s all? Uh-huh. Sure it is.”

      Amanda pried off the top and lifted out the wide-brimmed hat, decorated with flowers and bows. She hurried to the mirror over the dresser and pinned it in place.

      “Is this the same Mr. Nick that you intended to keep your distance from not an hour ago?” Dolly asked.

      Amanda glanced at the maid’s reflection in the mirror. “He’s just being a kind host, that’s all.”

      Dolly studied her for a minute, then nodded slowly. “All right. I reckon you know what you’re doing. Besides, can’t say that I blame you, good-looking as he is.”

      Amanda checked herself in the mirror one last time, then scooped up her handbag and headed for the door.

      “You just watch yourself,” Dolly called.

      The sobering words rang in Amanda’s head as she stepped into the hallway. Dolly was right. Nick had hurt her once before. Hurt her deeply, so deeply that some of the pain still lived with her today, all these years later.

      “You sure you want to do this?” Dolly asked, walking to the doorway.

      Amanda considered the question. Perhaps she should tell Nick that she’d changed her mind and didn’t want to go with him today.

      Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

      “I’ll be fine,” she declared.

      Still, the idea caused her stomach to knot as she walked down the hallway. But the alternative meant spending the day with Cecilia and Constance, discussing the wedding. Amanda couldn’t bear that.

      Nor could she bear standing at the window watching Nick drive away without her.

      “Be cautious,” Amanda mumbled aloud as she reached the top of the staircase. She could do this, she told herself. She could spend the day with Nick without letting her feelings run away with her. She’d keep herself in check.

      Somehow.

      Amanda heard footsteps behind her in the hallway and, fearing it was Cecilia or Constance with a dire wedding crisis, hurried down the steps. At the bottom, she stopped. Nick wasn’t there.

      Had he already gone? What if he’d changed his mind and left without her?

      A cold shiver passed through her. Old memories popped into her mind. Feelings of being young, newly arrived at her aunt and uncle’s mansion. Not fitting in. Not being as worthy as everyone around her. Not being good enough…for Nick.

      Amanda gave herself a shake, pushed her chin up and crossed the foyer. Of course she was good enough. Now. She hadn’t been back then, when she was little more than a child, uncomfortable in her new life. But she’d learned how to conduct herself, and she did, in fact, fit in quite nicely.

      She opened the front door and stepped out into the bright morning sunlight. The Hastingses’ carriage waited at the foot of the steps and Nick stood beside it. Amanda felt her heart lurch, seeing him there waiting for her.

      And because he looked so tall and handsome, Amanda’s own words of warning sped through her mind again. Be cautious.

      “All set?” Nick asked.

      She stopped beside him. “Thank you for masterminding my escape today.”

      He smiled. “What are best friends for?”

      Warmth rushed up Amanda’s arm as she lay her fingers in his palm and accepted his assistance into the carriage. He climbed in after her and took the opposite seat.

      When the carriage swung out of the driveway and onto West Adams Boulevard, Amanda sat back and tried to relax. It wasn’t easy with Nick so close and her heart beating faster than normal.

      “It’s quite lovely here,” Amanda said, peering at the passing neighborhood from beneath her wide-brimmed hat.

      The West Adams district had become as famous as New York’s Fifth Avenue, and Nob Hill, where Amanda’s uncle made their home. Wide, tree-lined boulevards, wrought-iron and stone fences fronted the magnificent homes of some of the finest families in the city. Here, standards were set by people of affluence and wealth.

      “My parents selected the site and designed the house,” Nick said. “Father died shortly after construction began.”

      “He never got to live here?”

      “No.” Nick smiled gently. “But the house makes us all think of him.”

      Amanda turned back for a last glance at the Hastingses’ home. A three-story structure with scrollwork and gingerbread, a witch’s СКАЧАТЬ