Calhoun Chronicles Bundle

Read Online Calhoun Chronicles Bundle by Susan Wiggs - Free Book Online

Book: Calhoun Chronicles Bundle by Susan Wiggs Read Free Book Online
Authors: Susan Wiggs
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Retail
Ads: Link
croquet-playing, lemonade-drinking peers. Timid socially, yet gifted with a fierce intellect, she was regarded as an aberration. Different and not to be trusted.
    She was regarded as “poor Izzie.” But already Ryan realized she was “not-so-dumb Dora.”
    Chad Easterbrook, vast in his mental absence, clearly had no notion that she worshiped him. Perhaps, then, it was the perfect match, Ryan mused cynically, leaning against a pergola and watching as Isadora sneezed yet again, and Chad blessed her and she gazed up at him as if he’d offered her the moon on a platter. He was capable of only selfish thought, and she suffered from an excess of thoughtfulness. Between the two of them they made a whole person. Possibly even an interesting person.
    Except that it was clear to Ryan that they were not a couple. Lydia Haven commandeered the young man’s attention with all the determination of a battle chief leading a charge. He was hers, following her across the lawn like a trained spaniel and leaving Isadora to snuffle ungraciously into her handkerchief.
    “We should go,” Ryan said. “Miss Peabody,” he continued, taking her hand and bowing, lifting it to his lips. “Your offer was more than kind, and for that I thank you. Good day.”
    “But we haven’t—you can’t—”
    Feeling terrible, he left her stammering. He heard one of the other young women sigh. He and Journey found their own way out and Ryan was relieved to leave the stifling atmosphere of the Peabody mansion behind.
    “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Journey asked.
    “Don’t you dare suggest it,” Ryan said, adding in his best Boston accent, “old chap.”
    “But she speaks six languages—”
    “No.”
    “She’s miserable here—”
    “No.”
    “She’s a hell of a lot more interesting than the ladies you brought aboard last ni—”
    “Damn it,” Ryan almost shouted, “no.”

    Isadora refused to take no for an answer. So what if Ryan Calhoun turned out to be as shallow and mocking as Quentin and his friends? He had something she wanted—a way out of Boston. And she was determined to get it.
    As she waited in the brick-fronted Merchants’ Exchange offices of Abel Easterbrook, she allowed herself a brief, satisfying moment of gloating. Though he didn’t know it, Captain Calhoun himself had given her the key to obtaining the post.
    “Ahoy, Miss Isadora!” Abel opened the door to his inner chamber and greeted her with a bewhiskered smile. “Welcome aboard.”
    “I shan’t keep you long, sir, for I know you’re busy.” She seated herself in the chair he held for her. Lithographs of ships and lighthouses graced the bradded-leather walls of the office and stacks of ledger books filled the shelves. She folded her gloved hands, inhaling the scent of ink and tobacco and paper—the scent of commerce.
    “You have a marvelous office,” she said, shaking her head briefly when Abel offered her a cup of sherry.
    “It’s been in the family for three generations,” he said. “One day it’ll all be Chad’s.”
    A thrill shot down her spine. If Abel agreed to her plan, she could finally win Chad’s esteem. By the time Chad took over the company, Isadora intended to be indispensable to the enterprise. With her knowledge of the business, she would be a great asset to Chad. Perhaps a great enough asset to be his wi—
    She cut the thought short. One step at a time, she told herself. “Have you had a chance to consider my proposal, sir?”
    He tamped his pipe on a tray. “I have, Miss Isadora. Your credentials are copper-bottomed, unimpeachable. However, what you ask is impossible. I cannot allow you to sign on as a member of the crew of the Silver Swan. ”
    She kept her chin steady despite the urge to crumple in defeat. “May I ask why?”
    “It’s not a woman’s place—”
    “Ah, but it is.” She relaxed, pleased that she had prepared herself for this argument. “The Fairacre has not only a woman bo’sun, but the cook is

Similar Books

Olivia, Mourning

Yael Politis

Run Wild

Lorie O'Clare

Undone

Karin Slaughter

A Belated Bride

Karen Hawkins

Once a Spy

Keith Thomson