“Please!” Therese insisted with more heat than she had intended. “I am asking you to leave.”

Wesley’s face clouded over and Therese regretted it. She’d made herself a challenge. And men like the Wesleys and Lord Darlingtons of the world loved nothing more than a challenge.

Wesley backed out of the room, his expression somehow a mask of both slighted dignity and stubborn interest. “Sorry that I’ve taken up so much of your time,” he said.

“Not at all,” Therese said politely. The odd thing was, she had the distinct feeling that, under different circumstances, she and Wesley could have been good friends. But the current circumstances were not her doing. And it would serve her well to remember that.

“Swear to me, Nora,” Michael demanded, waving the Sussex Courier in front of her. “Swear to me that you had nothing to do with this.” He tossed the newspaper into the slop bucket next to the horses’ stalls to demonstrate his contempt for the paper.

“Michael! How dare you even think it!” Nora replied indignantly, scraping her boot on a stall door to rid it of the droppings she’d accidentally stepped into. “How could you even suspect me of such a thing?”

“I know you’re dying for that tearoom you’re dreaming about. The newspaper must pay a good deal for this. And you’re the only one who knows about Maggie and me.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Nora insisted, pouting. “I’m both hurt and flattered that you think I might be the author.”

“Why would you be flattered?” Michael asked.

“They’re rather clever.”

“Clever!” Michael thundered. “How can you say that? Do you know how disastrous it would be for Maggie and for me if anyone realized there was ever anything between us?”

“Didn’t I warn you at the time that you were playing with fire?” Nora came back at him. “I told you to leave that girl alone, but you wouldn’t listen. So don’t complain to me now that you’ve gone and had your own way.”

“You were right, Nora, I admit it.”

“Honestly, you underestimate me. You know how much I love gossip, but I have never mentioned a thing to a living soul—not about you and Maggie nor about the baby.”

“The baby? What does Lord James have to do with any of this?”

Nora stared at him in disbelief. She had always looked up to Michael, never thought of him as stupid. Then again, where Maggie was concerned… “Can you possibly be so blind?”

Michael’s face went through a range of emotions in a matter of moments. Starting with confusion, then disbelief, then sheer shock. He staggered back into the stall door as the impact of Nora’s words struck him. “Are you saying that Maggie… That… James?”

Nora nodded. He really hadn’t known. How could Maggie have kept this from him?

“And I’m the father?”

“No one else, Michael,” Nora said softly.

“Did she tell you so herself?”

“She didn’t have to.”

Michael’s hands flew to his head. “What an idiot I’ve been! How could she do this?”

“I thought she must have told you. I thought you’d come to this decision together—for Lady Darlington to claim James as her own. It can’t have been easy for her,” Nora pointed out. “She could have given the baby up while she was in France, but she didn’t. At least she brought him home to be raised as a Darlington.”

Still clutching his head, his expression stunned, Michael sank to the stable floor. “What am I to do, Nora? What should I do about this?”

“I don’t see what you can do,” Nora answered. “The best thing in my opinion is to do nothing.”

“If I do nothing, how can I live with myself?”

“You’re going to have to find a way,” Nora insisted, “even if it’s the hardest thing you ever do.”

“You’re a very good rider,” Ian praised Lila as he cantered alongside her.

“Maggie’s the horsewoman of the family,” Lila said modestly though she was thrilled that he’d noticed her ability with a horse. She was used to being thoroughly in Maggie’s shadow in equitation, as in most things, but since Ian had arrived, he’d paid attention only to Lila and she was glad that, at least, she’d worn Maggie’s cast-off riding outfit with the cute high hat and the short nipped waist jacket. Although it was a hand-me-down, Ian had never seen it before, and Lila felt it showed her figure to good effect.

She had never felt more grown-up.

They were at the far end of the estate and Edmund Marlborough’s massive home was in view. Drawing to a halt, Ian emitted a long, low whistle of awed admiration. “What a place!” he remarked, gazing at the immense building.

“It’s something, all right,” Lila agreed, slowing beside him.

“Is your sister seriously thinking about marrying that guy?” Ian asked.

“I’m not sure. We’re not as close as we were when we were younger. She no longer confides her thoughts on things like that to me. I can’t believe she would be happy marrying someone so old, but it’s possible she would sacrifice herself for the good of the family.”

“And to go live in a place like that,” Ian suggested. “Can you imagine? That place is grander than the White House.”

“The where?” Lila asked.

“The capitol building in Washington,” Ian explained.

“I should have realized,” Lila said with an embarrassed laugh. It thrilled her that Ian never talked down to her and treated her as an equal. Since his return home, Wesley had been busy taking an informal inventory of Wentworth Hall and its surroundings, no doubt to make suggestions to their father about what should be sold and what kept. This left Ian with a lot of time to spend with Lila, and she was loving every second of his attention. “I’d very much like to visit America some day. Wes told me he had a great visit with you.”

“Perhaps you’ll visit next,” Ian suggested.

His words sent a thrill through her. Did he mean it? He seemed sincere. “That sounds wonderful,” she replied.

“You’ll love Newport,” Ian went on. “The Astors have their summer place right near ours.”

“That’s so tragic about Mr. Astor dying on the Titanic,” Lila commented, glad to have something knowledgeable to contribute.

“It is. I used to see him during yachting season. It’s somehow fitting that he died at sea, since he was quite the sailor.”

“I would love to learn to sail someday,” Lila said, although the notion had only just come upon her at the moment.

Delight danced its way up her spine as Ian smiled at her. “I think it would be great fun to teach you how,” he said, and she returned his smile. Apparently she had said exactly the right thing.

“Then you promise to teach me when I come to visit,” Lila dared to press her luck.

“It’s a promise,” Ian replied.

As Lila and Ian sat on their horses, smiling at each other, Lila felt happier than she could remember feeling in a long time.

Maggie tried to block out the sound of the baby crying. But no matter how far down the hall she retreated, she couldn’t block it. Where was Therese?

Why didn’t someone go to James?

Unable to stand it another second, Maggie wheeled around and headed for the nursery. She found the baby kicking as he wailed in his crib. “There, there,” she soothed as she bent to him. “I’m here.” Instantly he calmed, turning toward her breast, even though the milk had dried in it months ago. Unexpected tears leaped to her eyes, one spilling down her cheek. He looked so much like Michael. It hurt to look at James just as it hurt to look at his father. It was exactly why she’d vowed to have nothing to do with him. It seemed like the right thing to do, but it was just so difficult.

“You’re so beautiful, you look just like your daddy, don’t you, sweetheart?” she whispered to the baby, rocking him in her arms.

Maggie brushed her wet eyes as her mother appeared in the doorway. “Why are you in here?” she asked.

“He’s been left here to cry!” Maggie explained her presence. “Where is Therese?”

“Running down to the kitchen to get his infant formula, most likely.” Lady Darlington shut the door behind her. “Maggie, we need to talk.”

Lady Darlington spoke in an agitated whisper. “Quite clearly whomever wrote that last newspaper satire is implying that there has been some involvement between you and a gentleman. You’ve never told me who the father is, and I’ve taken your word that he is not someone who will make claims on James, who is now clearly a Darlington. But you must tell me who else might know about your… indescretion!”

Maggie knew she owed her mother a great deal. She’d helped Maggie through her secret pregnancy, had agreed to raise James as her own. Her mother had even lied to Lord Darlington about it. Not that her mother’s motives had been entirely unselfish. If it came out that Maggie had had a child out of wedlock, the family name would be forever tarnished. All hope of her making a lucrative marriage would be dashed forever.