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was disturbed by the quicksilver changes.
“Lydia says you’re a guest?” The question was sickeningly sweet, only a hint of curiosity, but her pale blue eyes were predatory.
The reasons behind Wyatt’s reticence were becoming clearer.
Brighid had to give the chit credit, she carried off the charade almost perfectly.
The cynical thought made her wince. Feeling like a monster for being so uncharitable, Brighid decided to give Angelica the benefit of the doubt. “There was an incident at the factory, and Wyatt came to my rescue. He’s invited me to stay as a guest until I’ve recuperated.”
Angelica smiled in understanding. “Wyatt is always rescuing strays. When I was fourteen, my horse bolted. He rode to my rescue and literally swept me off my feet.” A dimpled smile appeared, the picture of innocence…if you ignored the backhanded insult.
Brighid had no doubt everything about her rival was a ruse, every expression and batted eyelash rehearsed.
“I thought I would die. The next thing I knew, I was on his lap, wrapped tightly in his arms.” A pleased smile peeped out.
“Ah.” Brighid blinked uncomfortably. Only moments before she had been the woman on the horse. Wyatt was the picture of a dashing hero and had the power to turn any woman’s head.
She caught Wyatt staring at her from across the room, ready to charge to her rescue at the smallest sign of distress. She smiled reassuringly but wondered at his concern. She was more than able to take care of herself.
Angelica blushed and leaned forward as if to impart a secret. “It started as a crush, but I knew it was more when he came to my rescue again the night of my come-out ball. I was on the verge of becoming a wallflower, but then he came to town. He asked me to dance at every ball, and introduced me to those in his circle.”
Brighid wasn’t surprised the little brat had no friends, thanks to that viper tongue of hers. She was fortunate Wyatt had saved her .
“Wyatt has been away for a while.” Frustration darkened her face before she came to herself. “Now he’s back, I’m sure we’ll resume our close friendship.”
The girl made the interactions between her and Wyatt sound intimate, that he’d left her with expectations. Brighid didn’t believe it for a second. The frank assessment in the girl’s eyes added to her suspicions. Then understanding dawned. “Are you trying to warn me off?”
“Of course not.” Angelica gave a tinkling laugh, and her smile melted away, leaving behind a vicious princess with sharp claws. “Wyatt is mine.” She scanned Brighid from head to toe. “I won’t allow a nobody like you to take him from me.” A cruel smile twisted her lips, and she flounced away, resuming her seat next to Lydia, and as close to Wyatt as possible without raising eyebrows.
Some of her intention to follow and smack the girl must have shown on her face. Wyatt straightened abruptly, then strode toward her with pure devilment in his eyes that couldn’t bode well for her. Hypnotized by the mischief, she didn’t know whether to run toward him or away. Then it was too late. Her hand had somehow found its way into the crook of his arm.
“Should we tell them, darling?”
She stiffened at the endearment, knowing his attentions were not because of any genuine concern. It was an act, and she couldn’t allow herself to forget that for a moment. Then her brows furrowed. The way he smiled, directed all his attention to her, caused her stomach to dip. “Announcement?”
“Announcement?” Angelica parroted, her tone sharp.
“Brighid has done me the honor of agreeing to become my wife.”
Brighid went lightheaded, unable to stop staring at the naked yearning in Wyatt’s gaze. Her protest was drowned out by Angelica’s shout. “What?”
“You’re the first to know.”
“This is not what we agreed.” The words were whispered behind her fake smile, her teeth clenched against the need to yell. Brighid tried to yank her hand
“Lydia says you’re a guest?” The question was sickeningly sweet, only a hint of curiosity, but her pale blue eyes were predatory.
The reasons behind Wyatt’s reticence were becoming clearer.
Brighid had to give the chit credit, she carried off the charade almost perfectly.
The cynical thought made her wince. Feeling like a monster for being so uncharitable, Brighid decided to give Angelica the benefit of the doubt. “There was an incident at the factory, and Wyatt came to my rescue. He’s invited me to stay as a guest until I’ve recuperated.”
Angelica smiled in understanding. “Wyatt is always rescuing strays. When I was fourteen, my horse bolted. He rode to my rescue and literally swept me off my feet.” A dimpled smile appeared, the picture of innocence…if you ignored the backhanded insult.
Brighid had no doubt everything about her rival was a ruse, every expression and batted eyelash rehearsed.
“I thought I would die. The next thing I knew, I was on his lap, wrapped tightly in his arms.” A pleased smile peeped out.
“Ah.” Brighid blinked uncomfortably. Only moments before she had been the woman on the horse. Wyatt was the picture of a dashing hero and had the power to turn any woman’s head.
She caught Wyatt staring at her from across the room, ready to charge to her rescue at the smallest sign of distress. She smiled reassuringly but wondered at his concern. She was more than able to take care of herself.
Angelica blushed and leaned forward as if to impart a secret. “It started as a crush, but I knew it was more when he came to my rescue again the night of my come-out ball. I was on the verge of becoming a wallflower, but then he came to town. He asked me to dance at every ball, and introduced me to those in his circle.”
Brighid wasn’t surprised the little brat had no friends, thanks to that viper tongue of hers. She was fortunate Wyatt had saved her .
“Wyatt has been away for a while.” Frustration darkened her face before she came to herself. “Now he’s back, I’m sure we’ll resume our close friendship.”
The girl made the interactions between her and Wyatt sound intimate, that he’d left her with expectations. Brighid didn’t believe it for a second. The frank assessment in the girl’s eyes added to her suspicions. Then understanding dawned. “Are you trying to warn me off?”
“Of course not.” Angelica gave a tinkling laugh, and her smile melted away, leaving behind a vicious princess with sharp claws. “Wyatt is mine.” She scanned Brighid from head to toe. “I won’t allow a nobody like you to take him from me.” A cruel smile twisted her lips, and she flounced away, resuming her seat next to Lydia, and as close to Wyatt as possible without raising eyebrows.
Some of her intention to follow and smack the girl must have shown on her face. Wyatt straightened abruptly, then strode toward her with pure devilment in his eyes that couldn’t bode well for her. Hypnotized by the mischief, she didn’t know whether to run toward him or away. Then it was too late. Her hand had somehow found its way into the crook of his arm.
“Should we tell them, darling?”
She stiffened at the endearment, knowing his attentions were not because of any genuine concern. It was an act, and she couldn’t allow herself to forget that for a moment. Then her brows furrowed. The way he smiled, directed all his attention to her, caused her stomach to dip. “Announcement?”
“Announcement?” Angelica parroted, her tone sharp.
“Brighid has done me the honor of agreeing to become my wife.”
Brighid went lightheaded, unable to stop staring at the naked yearning in Wyatt’s gaze. Her protest was drowned out by Angelica’s shout. “What?”
“You’re the first to know.”
“This is not what we agreed.” The words were whispered behind her fake smile, her teeth clenched against the need to yell. Brighid tried to yank her hand
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