Scandals Bride (Cynster 3)

"Don't forget those funds that we must discuss before I leave," Gabriel put in.

Honoria, Patience and the Dowager stared up the table.

"Does this mean," Honoria eventually asked, "that you're not yet ready to leave?"

Devil grinned. "It'll just take a day or two." He transferred his limpid gaze to Catriona. "We wouldn't want Richard to overdo things and suffer a relapse."

All the ladies turned to look at Richard, who returned their scrutiny with a look of helpless innocence. Honoria barely stifled a snort; she stood. "I suppose," she conceded, "a day or two more won't hurt."

Honoria looked up as Patience slid into her chair at the breakfast table the next morning. "Have you seen Devil?"

Patience shook her head. "I was about to ask if you'd seen Vane."

Honoria frowned, then both she and Patience looked up. Gliding more slowly than usual, Catriona joined them. She sank into her carved chair. And looked at the teapot. Then she reached out, lifted the pot, and, with careful concentration, filled her cup. Setting the teapot down, she studied the full cup, then reached for the sugarbowl, and dropped in two lumps.

Honoria grinned and exchanged a swift glance with Patience before turning to Catriona. "Where's Richard?"

Eyes closed as she savored her tea, Catriona shook her head. "I don't know-and I don't want to know. Not until I've recovered."

Honoria grinned; Patience chuckled.

Catriona frowned. "Actually, I vaguely-very vaguely, you understand-recall him saying something about having to be busy about 'Cynster business' today." She cracked open her lids. "I assumed he meant with Gabriel."

They all looked down the table, to the four empty places usually filled by the cousins at breakfast time. From the detritus, it was clear they'd already broken their fast.

Honoria frowned. "They're not in the library. I looked."

Patience frowned, too. "What I can't understand is why Vane left so early-he came down before dawn."

"Devil, too."

Catriona frowned, then shook her head. "I can't recall."

Just then, McArdle appeared, stumping slowly along. With his stiff joints, he was always a late riser. Heading for the end of the table, he stopped by Catriona's chair. "The master asked me to give you this, mistress."

Eyes opening fully, Catriona took the single folded sheet and nodded her thanks; McArdle stumped on. For one instant, she studied the missive; Richard had never written to her before. Unfolding it, she scanned the five lines within-she blinked; her eyes kindled. Lips firming, she set her teacup down with a definite click.

"What is it?" Honoria asked.

"Just listen." Drawing a deep breath, Catriona read: "Dear C-Please tell H and P. We have gone to conclude a business deal. We'll be away for four days. You are not to worry. R." She looked at Patience and Honoria. "The 'not' is underlined three times."

They fumed and swore vengeance, then, all three together, they bustled out to the stable.

Catriona led the way. "Huggins-when did the master leave?"

Huggins straightened, letting down the hoof he was checking. "Rode out just at dawn, the boy said."

"And the others?" Honoria asked.

Huggins touched his cap in a half bow. "With him, Your Grace 'Twas the master, His Grace, and both the other Mister Cynsters, ma'am. They rode out all together."

"Which way?" Catriona demanded.

Huggins nodded to the east. Catriona turned and looked, even though the house blocked her view. She glanced back at Huggins. "They rode out of the vale?"

Huggins raised his brows. "Don't know as to that, but they took the road that ways."

"Did they take any provisions?" Patience asked. "Saddlebags, blankets?"