“No worries, dear.”
I hung up the phone, nabbed my cell, and dashed through the mist to the house.
But I didn’t go to my room.
I took a chance and went to Battle’s study.
The door was closed.
I knocked.
“Yes?” he called.
I opened the door and poked my head through. “It’s me.”
He had his sexy glasses on, and when he saw me, he added a sexier smile on his mouth.
“This is a surprise,” he said.
“Am I interrupting you?”
He took his sexy glasses off (alas), dropped them on his desk and invited, “Of course not.”
I walked in, closing the door behind me.
“Is everything all right?” he queried.
Now was a good time to get into the whole What’s with All the Heavy Flirting, Your Grace? thing.
But first things first.
I sat in one of the wingchairs in front of his desk. “Do you know much about Talyn history?”
“A fair bit.”
“Harmony?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid the only notes made on the females of our line were those who made particularly advantageous matches.”
“So you don’t know if something happened to her…after the war?”
His brows moved down. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Anything.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’ve just scratched the surface on my reading, but Marie recorded a very odd entry into her diary. Something about Harmony. Something about the ‘deeds that were done in this house.’”
“Jesus,” he murmured.
Oh yeah.
That was ominous.
“And I was about to get into Harmony’s letters to my grandfather, but from memory, his injury happened at the Battle of the Bulge. So it was close to the end of the war. There was about a year and a half of correspondence between them after he left here, where they were planning on Harmony going to America and them getting married. Her responses seem to infer he was saving for her trip over, along with buying an engagement ring and money to purchase a house. She was helping by putting aside part of her allowance along with attempting to get her father to see reason and approve the match. And then, quite suddenly, she begs off.”
“Did she give him a reason?”
