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“Thank you,” Robyn and Georgine murmured in unison.
“Claire. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your help with Regina in those early days of my recovery.” Georgine extended her good hand, and Mrs. Granlund grasped her gloved fingers.
“Think nothing of it, dearest. It is wonderful to see you have ventured out, Georgine.” Mrs. Granlund nodded to Matilda and Regina. “I see you are enjoying an ice. Perfect for a hot day like today.”
“It is.” Regina popped a spoonful of lemon ice into her mouth as she not so covertly searched for the attractive waiter.
Robyn would have to keep an eye on the girl.
Matilda had never been a flirt, but Regina was a miss in pursuit, batting her eyelashes at everything in pantaloons under the age of thirty.
Robyn glanced between Honeybrook and Mrs. Granlund.
How long had those two been keeping company?
The tension radiating between the two was palpable.
Not a romantic outing, he would be bound.
What then?
Georgine noticed too.
Head tilted, she eyed Claire, a question in her eyes and a crease between her eyebrows. “I’m surprised to see you taking a stroll in this heat.”
No doubt she was just as astonished to see her friend with Honeybrook as Robyn was.
Mrs. Granlund twirled her parasol, a dainty confection of pale ivory silk with scalloped stitching and whitework embroidery around the edges. “I would not dare without a parasol.”
She did not elaborate, raising Robyn’s suspicion further, and from the slight tightening of Georgine’s mouth, hers as well.
“We shan’t keep you.” Honeybrook doffed his hat before extending his arm toward Mrs. Granlund.
She hesitated a fraction too long before placing her gloved palm on his forearm, not linking her elbow with his.
Interesting.
Georgine met Robyn’s gaze, and he read the silent question in her eyes.
What was that about?
Mindful they weren’t alone, he lifted a shoulder as he turned to watch Honeybrook and Mrs. Granlund’s progress.
They turned down Bruton Street.
Even more fascinating.
Honeybrook’s solicitor’s offices just happened to be along that very lane.
Georgine turned her attention to her ice, taking a dainty bite of the raspberry confection.
Robyn lifted his spoon and froze.
Hell’s clanging bells.
