The Viscount by Lyn Stone

Author:Lyn Stone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Lily spent most of the night trying to recall exactly what had happened at that picnic. She did remember how Beau had hovered around her that evening after she’d recovered from what she had thought was a fainting spell from too much sun.

Flashes of memory did surface, but they were indistinct, as in a strange dream. She must have consigned the entire episode to being that very thing and thought no more of it.

Now she worried, about herself and also about Beau and that day’s effect on him.

This morning as her son awoke to find her sitting in the chair beside his bed, enjoying a second cup of coffee, he looked vastly relieved.

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully, offering him her brightest smile.

“Are you well today?” he asked in a small voice.

“Of course, darling, never better. But I can see that you’re still worried. Shall we talk about your visit to Edgefield?” she asked conversationally, sipping her coffee and smiling. “I believe that’s what upset you?”

He wriggled off the bed and stood beside her chair. His fingers toyed with the lace on the sleeve of her dressing gown. “Duquesne’s father frightened me,” he admitted.

“I should think so,” she replied evenly. “Whenever someone exhibits behavior we don’t understand, it does give us a turn.” She paused, brushing the golden curls off his brow. How she wanted to take him onto her lap and hold him close as she had when he was younger, but he would surely resist. He was growing up so quickly. “Did I frighten you the way the earl did, Beau? Tell me what happened that day at the picnic.”

A sound at the doorway caught her attention and she turned. Guy stood there, leaning against the opening.

Beau glanced from one to the other.

“Go ahead, dear,” she said to Beau. “It’s all right.”

“We had only just gotten there,” he began hesitantly. “You were sitting on the blanket and then you lay down. I thought the sun must be making you sleepy.”

Guy entered the room and quietly sat on the edge of the bed, folding his arms over his chest. “What were your uncle and grandmother doing?” He looked expectantly at Beau.

Beau’s trust in her husband was evident as he continued. “Grandmother was telling Sandy to put out the food and dishes and make ready to eat. I don’t believe she noticed you at all. Uncle had walked down to the water, to watch some swans, I think.”

“So none of you had yet eaten or had anything to drink?” Guy asked.

Beau shook his head.

“Where were you?” Lily asked.

“Sitting near you, fixing the sail on my boat.” His eyes grew wide. “You made a cry and began to thrash about, and everyone came running, the ones who were not already close by. You leaped to your feet, making that very strange noise in your throat.” He cast a nervous look at Guy. “Much as his lordship did yesterday. Then you ran to the pond, swinging your arms about as if being chased, though you weren’t.

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