“It’s here,” she said. “In the hallway. Let’s seek it out, shall we?”
He was breathing heavily. “No. Let’s just get back to the others.”
He hadn’t meant it as a threat, she told herself. She’d irritated him, that was all, and once he’d passed the point of frustration, he’d snapped. The little cactus had been an unfortunate casualty of his anger.
They walked in silence—Bradenton unwilling to speak, and Jane unable to say anything more. They went back through the humid central hallway, opened the door onto the path. Genevieve and Geraldine were waiting for them, turned to each other, speaking in low, urgent tones.
“You saw it,” Geraldine said. “You saw it, and—”
At the sound of the door, they stopped talking. They turned as one and broke into twin smiles.
“My lord,” Genevieve said.
“My dear Miss Fairfield.” Geraldine stepped forward, her hands outstretched for Jane. “So good to see you once more. Thank you for returning her to us.”
“Here you are,” Bradenton said. “Ladies, I give you back your friend.”
Jane’s head was still ringing. Her hands were shaking. She could scarcely pay attention as the twins murmured polite invitations to the marquess.
“I don’t suppose you would like to join us on our further ramblings?”
She wasn’t even sure who spoke. No, she was thinking. No. Go away. Go away.
“Sorry, ladies.” He gave them a cool smile, one that didn’t touch his lips. “I’ve already been out for far too long. It was a pleasure, to be sure. Miss Johnson. Miss Genevieve.” He stared at Jane. “Miss Fairfield.”
Jane’s heart was still beating in hard, heavy thumps.
Genevieve pouted. “If you must,” she said. The two of them stationed themselves between Jane and Bradenton, watching him retreat down the path away from the greenhouse. A few steps away, he stopped and turned—perhaps to look at Jane. The sisters stood shoulder to shoulder, though, and if Bradenton had any particular message he wanted to send—a frown or a scowl—his visage was blocked by the twins. Geraldine lifted her hand and gave him a little wave.
Never had Jane been so relieved by their incessant flirtation. Her breath was finally beginning to slow when the sisters turned back to her.
They weren’t smiling. In fact, they were looking at her with something that she might have thought was concern, had it been on anyone else’s face.
Geraldine took a step forward. “Miss Fairfield,” she said, her voice delicate and musical—everything that a lady’s should be. “Miss Fairfield, we were watching through the window. We couldn’t help but notice…”
“What was it he said?” Genevieve asked.
Jane’s throat closed up. She couldn’t talk about it—not with these two, not with anyone. She couldn’t care about their foolish, misplaced jealousies.
God. He’d killed her plant. He’d been on the verge of hurting her.
“Nothing,” Jane said. “It was nothing.” Pray that they couldn’t see her hands shaking.
“Tell me, Miss Fairfield.” Geraldine reached out and touched Jane’s wrist. “When we decided to…befriend you, we agreed with one another that we would…take care of you.”
“After a manner of speaking,” Genevieve added.
Jane shook her head. “It was nothing. He showed me a plant. He said it made him think of me. Isn’t that…” Sweet. She’d been going to say it was sweet, but even she could not get that word out of her mouth.
Geraldine’s mouth tightened. She turned to her sister. “You’re right,” she said. “We have to tell her.”
What new horror was this? She couldn’t play games any longer.
“I have a headache,” Jane demurred. But Geraldine tightened her grasp on her wrist.
Genevieve came to stand by her side. “Miss Fairfield,” she said gently, “there is no good way to say this. Sometimes…” She looked over at her sister. “Sometimes, I think that you are…”
Geraldine gave a sharp nod. “Sometimes I think that you are not always good at understanding other people’s intentions.”
Jane stared at them, her mind reeling.
“And so maybe,” Genevieve said, “maybe you didn’t understand what it was that Bradenton was saying to you. And I don’t think you saw when you turned away—that look on his face, and the thing that he did.”
Jane had understood it. She had understood it perfectly well. That they had, too… She couldn’t let them see, couldn’t have this conversation. Hearing it from their mouths made his threats feel real in a way that she couldn’t explain. He wanted her hurt. He wanted her humiliated.
“But we did,” Genevieve said. “His intent was unmistakable, even through the window.” She took a longer, deeper breath. “We haven’t always been kind to you.”
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