The Blackmailed Bride. Mandy Goff

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      “Apologies,” Marcus said as he came abreast of the pair. “One of the tenant farmers wanted to ask about repairing his roof. He stopped me before I could catch up with you.”

      “That’s all right,” Lady Olivia said. “Now that you can finish giving Lord Huntsford a tour, I should probably return inside.”

      If Nick thought her manner was abrupt, he had no reasonable explanation for the behavior. Just moments before, she’d been perfectly cordial.

      Marcus, however, seemed concerned. “Perhaps you should rest before dinner.”

      She nodded, but Nick noticed she didn’t voice an agreement. With a quick turn of the reins, she had her horse pointed back in the direction of the house. She waved a brief farewell then kicked her horse into motion.

      Marcus had begun a conversation—something about the crops he was planning for the upcoming season. Nick listened as best he could with his attention diverted. Why was it that Lady Olivia could alternately be so charming and agreeable, but the next moment seek the quickest way to escape his presence?

      Her retreating figure didn’t offer any clues, however. And while he hated the fact that he couldn’t seem to do otherwise, Nick stared at her even after she could no longer be seen in the distance.

      Chapter Four

      The next morning, Olivia wandered through the countryside just beyond the gardens at Westin Park. Traipsing feet had left trails through the growth, making it easy for her to simply meander. The day was beautiful. The green hills stretched as far as she could see, and the trees swayed with the gentle, rifling breeze.

      She felt herself calming. She’d not cried this morning at all. She could do this. She would agree to Finley’s proposal. Olivia had no other choice.

      But she wouldn’t let it destroy her. Finley was only a person after all.

      And hadn’t she faced worse?

      And done so alone?

      “Lady Olivia, is that you?”

      Olivia started at the voice, wondering who had intercepted her on the path. She turned toward the sound, finding the parish vicar strolling behind her.

      “Reverend Thomas,” she greeted. The minister had been in his position since before she was born. He was a grandfatherly man. And while she no longer ascribed to his particular view of God, she was glad to see him.

      “It is an unexpected pleasure to see you,” he said, coming abreast of her. “Is your brother in residence as well?”

      “Yes. We returned this morning.”

      “Have you given up on London already?” he asked with a conspiratorial wink. He knew how Olivia had fought to stay home after Marcus’s decree.

      “I’m afraid we’ll be returning in a few days.”

      “Will you be coming to the service tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.

      The thought made her uncomfortable. “I am not certain what my brother intends.”

      “Well, we’ve certainly missed you here,” the minister said.

      She smiled at him, hoping it reached all the way to her eyes. “I can’t tell you how difficult it’s been being in London and knowing I must stay there until the end of the Season.”

      “Surely it’s been enjoyable as well?” he asked her.

      “I prefer the assemblies here over the balls there. And nothing compares to an evening staring at the sky and the stars from my bedroom window at Westin Park.”

      Reverend Thomas smiled knowingly. “Well, I, for one, am surprised some gentleman hasn’t swept you off your feet yet.”

      “Actually, Reverend, I swept one off his feet,” she said, thinking of the Viscount Danfield. That evoked perhaps the first genuine smile of the day. She wondered if the young man had recovered from his mishap.

      But thinking about proposals made her mind naturally wander to Finley’s, which erased the smile.

      “I’m not surprised to hear that,” he answered. But then Reverend Thomas scrutinized her, sensing the change in her mood. Olivia could feel his old, almost rheumy eyes on her. The man was much too perceptive.

      “How have you been faring, dear?” The concern in his gaze was genuine, and, at his caring expression, she felt the tears well and threaten to spill over.

      “I’m not entirely sure,” she confessed.

      He nodded sagely. “Understandable.”

      “Do you have a cure?” she asked with the glimmer of a smile.

      He stopped, and the suddenness had Olivia backtracking to stand beside him. “Would you want the one I have to offer?” he asked.

      She didn’t have to think about her answer. “No.”

      It seemed her destiny was to disappoint everyone whose path she crossed today. The vicar looked absolutely crestfallen.

      “I wish you would talk to me about it, Lady Olivia. We have known each other many years, have we not?” She nodded.

      “I can bear the weight of whatever pain you carry. Or better, we’ll give it to God. He can shoulder it better than both of us.” His tone was hopeful, as though she might decide to trust him after five years of faith in nothing.

      “Christ had His cross, Reverend,” she said, thinking back on the days when the words of the Bible meant something to her. “This one’s mine to carry.”

      “Because you refuse to lay it down,” he said quietly. She heard him anyway.

      Olivia was comfortable enough with Reverend Thomas to be abrupt and honest with him. “I don’t wish to talk about this anymore.”

      The old man nodded but added, “God loves you.” He spoke slowly, as though she were a child.

      “Not enough.” While anyone else might have needed further explanation, Olivia knew Reverend Thomas didn’t. He didn’t agree, but he understood.

      “Don’t blame God for the actions of men, Lady Olivia.”

      How little did Reverend Thomas know that she blamed God and her mother.

      “I’ll grant you God didn’t pull the trigger that ended my mother’s life, but did He not hear all my prayers for her before?” Olivia couldn’t have foreseen the suicide, but she had feared her mother would drink herself into an early grave. And where had been the deliverance God supposedly granted to those who needed it?

      “I can assure you, child, He heard your prayers.”

      “Oh, did He not care enough to answer them, then? Is that it?” Her frustration, anger and latent grief made the words harsh. “How long can you talk to someone who never answers back?”

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