Invincible. Joan Johnston

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СКАЧАТЬ throat swell with emotion. She swallowed over the painful lump that formed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d hugged or kissed one of her children. They’d been gone at school so much. That had been her choice, of course. It had seemed safer to keep them out of the line of fire while she and Bull were lobbing verbal grenades in the years before they’d finally moved into separate homes.

      But the war had gone on for far too long. When she’d finally brought her sons home to Blackthorne Abbey on holiday, she’d found them aloof. And nothing she’d said or done had been able to melt the wall of ice that had grown between them.

      The younger boys had followed Oliver’s lead. Because of the rumors that had surrounded her eldest son’s birth, Oliver had learned early how to fight back. He won the battle against the gossips by not caring what others thought…or felt.

      Consequently, her eldest son had a ruthless streak that ran deep. Oliver wasn’t entirely heartless. He clearly loved his younger brothers and sister. But he was unforgiving. And he could be cold-blooded, as he had been when he’d refused her invitation for Mother’s Day without a stitch of Riley’s politeness or Payne’s tact or Max’s apology or Lydia’s kindness.

      Her eldest son was a bitter man. Perhaps it was time to tell him who his father was. And how he had been conceived. Then his rancor toward the world could be aimed where it truly belonged.

      Was that really fair? Would the truth make her son’s life better? Or a hundred times worse? By unburdening herself, wouldn’t she be adding to the malignant weight her son had carried all his life?

      “Your Grace? Are you feeling well?” Emily asked.

      Bella realized her heart was pounding. “I’m fine,” she said. “Sit down, Emily. Get out of the sun.”

      Emily smiled and said. “I like the sun, Your Grace. There’s too little of it in England.”

      Bella waved her away. “You should be off canoeing with the girls.”

      “My place is here with you.”

      “Then sit down,” she said. “I don’t like to have you hovering.”

      Emily looked guilty. And uncomfortable. She hesitated, then settled into the Adirondack Bull had vacated.

      Bella felt awful for making her assistant feel self-conscious. Staying in one’s place out of respect was one thing, but the girl took it too far. Emily was another person she was determined to see well-settled before the end. The woman deserved to be happy. Although, it was hard to imagine Emily being attracted to—or, unfortunately, attractive to—a man.

      “Do you have a boyfriend, Emily?” she asked.

      Emily’s mouth dropped into an O of surprise. “Why, no, Your Grace.”

      “Is there some man you fancy?”

      Emily turned beet red. It wasn’t an attractive color on her.

      “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Bella said. “I was merely curious.”

      “There is a man, Your Grace, but…”

      “But you’re stuck traveling around the world with me.”

      “It isn’t that, Your Grace. I love spending time with you.”

      “Then what is it, Emily?”

      The young woman twisted her hands in her lap. At long last, she met Bella’s gaze and said, “I’ve loved him from the moment I met him. But he doesn’t even know I’m alive.”

      “Oh.” That was a sad state of affairs. One Bella would have to rectify. Just as soon as she managed to get her own large brood married off.

      “Are you sure you’re all right, Your Grace?” Emily asked.

      Bella realized she was twisting the large diamond she still wore on the third finger of her left hand in painful circles on her swollen finger. She laid her hands in her lap and said, “I’m disappointed about what’s happened this weekend, if you want to know the truth.”

      “Very understandable, Your Grace. Your children are—”

      “Ungrateful monsters? Spoiled brats? Renegades without a conscience?”

      “Oh, no, Your Grace,” Emily protested. “I would never—”

      “I’ve said it for you,” Bella soothed. And yet, she felt frustrated by the result of her first attempt at making amends with both husband and children.

      Was it hope that made her feel so agitated? Or fear? Whatever she was going to do, whether it was trying to win back her husband, or finding spouses for her children, she’d better get started doing it.

      She’d tell Bull the truth today, she decided. As for the other task she’d given herself… It wasn’t going to be easy arranging romantic liaisons for her sons and daughter if she couldn’t even get them to come see her for a special occasion like Mother’s Day. She was simply going to have to intrude on their lives, whether they liked it or not.

      But where to begin?

      Max was in London. He’d even agreed to see her when she got home. She knew the perfect woman for her youngest son. She should have done something long ago to get the two of them together. Now, at long last, she hoped to make things right. It made sense to start matchmaking with Max.

      “Emily, I need you to make some travel arrangements for us.”

      “Certainly, Your Grace. Where are we going?”

      “Home. But first we’re going to—”

      Foster descended on Bella like a blustery winter wind. “This is all your fault!”

      Foster’s unexpected attack frightened Bella enough to make her heart jump. She put a hand against her chest and shot a warning look at Emily, to keep her from revealing the existence of her heart condition.

      “I have many sins for which I will have to answer,” Bella answered as languidly as she could. “I doubt any of them have much to do with you.”

      “My wife sees you flitting around the world without a thought in your head and—”

      “Flitting?” Bella interrupted, arching a disdainful brow.

      “Wandering, traipsing, gadding about,” Foster interjected, furiously. “And she starts thinking life in one place is too confining.”

      “Are you sure it’s not life with one man she finds too confining?” Bella said in a silky voice.

      Foster braced his hands on the arms of her Adirondack and leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her face. “You’re not the one to be talking. At least my children showed up here today. You’re reaping what you’ve sowed, Bella,” he said viciously.

      “I hardly think—”

      “You sent those poor kids of yours off to boarding schools their whole lives while you partied your way around the world.” He sneered down at her. СКАЧАТЬ