Heart of Fire. Kat Martin

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      Seven

      At Charles’s insistence, Rebecca gave Corrie a brief tour of the house. It was clearly the last thing the woman wished to do. Still, she remained distantly polite, and Corrie did the same. Any chance to glean information was a welcome opportunity.

      “The castle was built in 1233,” Rebecca told her as they stood in the great room in what had been the original keep. A huge fireplace dominated one wall, and heavy carved beams supported the floors above. The medieval style had been preserved through the years, and now the space served as the formal dining room.

      “Of course, the house has been refurbished and added onto dozens of times. Gray’s mother took great care to see it modernized. I’ve made a number of changes myself.” There was pride in Rebecca’s voice when she talked about the castle, which was magnificent, a grand medieval palace with all the modern luxuries and most elegant furnishings.

      “How long has the Forsythe family lived here?” Corrie asked.

      “It’s been family-owned for more than two hundred years.”

      “So the earl lived here as a boy?”

      “Yes.”

      “What was his family like? I mean, Gray and Charles were brothers. Were they brought up in happy circumstances?”

      For a moment, Rebecca seemed uncertain how much she should say. “There were three brothers but no sisters. James was the eldest, the apple of his father’s eye. Charles was the baby and he was indulged a good deal.”

      “And Gray?”

      Rebecca shook her head, moving the golden curls on her shoulders. She was gowned in pink-and-white silk. With her creamy complexion and cornflower-blue eyes, she was a confection of loveliness, the perfect English rose. And yet Corrie sensed a core of steel inside her.

      “Gray was different,” she said. “He was dark where the rest of the family was fair. He was outspoken and often headstrong. He and his father…didn’t get along.”

      “Is that why he joined the army?”

      She shrugged her shoulders. “He was a second son. It is commonly done.”

      “I heard he was in India.”

      Rebecca nodded. They moved out of the great hall down one of the numerous corridors. “He was stationed there for three years before James fell ill. I think Gray resented having to return. He was always a bit of a wanderer. Once he became the earl, he was forced to settle down and accept his responsibilities.”

      Corrie followed her down the hall, past several beautifully furnished drawing rooms. “Was that the reason he married?”

      “I suppose it was. It was his duty to produce an heir, and Gray wasn’t the sort to shirk his duty. Jillian was beautiful and she had money and social position.”

      Corrie’s interest stirred. “Was she in love with him?”

      “I think she was mostly in love with the idea of being a countess. Jillian was still a child in many ways.”

      Corrie had come here for answers. She pressed for more. “Just before Cyrus left the country, he received a letter from one of his friends.” Hardly true, but a way to broach the subject she needed to discuss. “The note mentioned the countess’s death.”

      “Yes. There was a boating accident. Her death was extremely hard on Gray.”

      “He must have loved her very much.”

      Rebecca turned toward her. “I don’t know if Gray is capable of love. Certainly, he cared for her a very great deal. He blamed himself for not being there when it happened, not being able to save her.”

      So the earl wasn’t there when his wife died. More information to file away. There would be time to examine it later.

      They moved along the hallway into the long gallery, where portraits of the men in the earl’s family hung, floor to ceiling, on the walls. Most of them were blond or had light brown hair and looked nothing at all like Gray, whose hair was midnight-black, his features dark and more defined, more masculine.

      “Gray’s mother must have been dark complexioned.”

      Rebecca arched a delicate eyebrow. “Clarissa Forsythe was as fair as Charles. She claimed Gray got his coloring from the women on her mother’s side of the family.”

      Claimed. It was an interesting choice of words. Corrie studied the wall, finding not one portrait that remotely resembled Gray. Perhaps there was some doubt as to the earl’s parentage. Perhaps that was the reason he and his father had not got along.

      Corrie made a mental notation to include with the rest of the information she had collected.

      Rebecca glanced at the clock. “I hope you’ve СКАЧАТЬ