“And Izzy, you know I’d love to help with yours. We’re all ready for hard work. But that last bit—the servants—will be a challenge.” Abigail looked regretful. “It was already difficult to convince the local people to come work at the castle . . . what with its bloody history, the ghostly rumors, and the duke’s months of seclusion. But after the bones were found in the wall . . .” She shook her head. “In time, I’m certain I could convince them to come back. But this week?”
“Even if we did manage to hire them,” Duncan said, “I don’t know that I could train village folk to an acceptable standard in that time. Then there’s the matter of uniforms and livery. It all seems rather hopeless.”
“It can’t be hopeless,” Izzy said.
Abigail smiled. “You’re right, Izzy. Would Cressida and Ulric just give up? Of course not. We’ll pull through somehow. Doubt not.”
And with that, all four of them fell silent.
Doubting.
But they couldn’t waste much time with doubt. Not when there was so much to be done.
Over the next few days, everyone in Gostley Castle worked hard. And no one more so than Ransom.
A few days later, Izzy watched from the entryway as he scrawled a line of script across a blank page—once, then again and again. After ten repetitions, he lifted the paper and held it to the light, as if trying to judge the straightness of the lines.
Apparently dissatisfied, he cursed and crumpled the paper into the grate.
She held her breath and waited for all the evidence to be destroyed. Only when he drew out a fresh sheet of paper did Izzy gather the courage to approach.
“I’m busy, Goodnight.”
He knew her footsteps too well.
“This won’t take long,” she assured him.
“Let it wait, then. Go sweep a cobweb from the rafters or polish a mirror. There must be some household task that needs attention.”
“There is a task that needs attention. It’s this one.” She set her tray on the tabletop next to him. “You need to eat.”
He ignored her.
She sliced a pear into wedges, then offered him one. “Your eyesight is better when you’ve eaten. And you need your eyesight because I have something important to show you.”
“Fine.” He reached out, catching her by the wrist. Then, using his teeth, he took the slice of pear straight from her fingers and devoured it. “There.”
She offered him another slice. “More.”
He ate more. Slice after slice until the pear was gone. He finished by licking her palm and sucking the juice from each finger in turn. That wicked tongue of his swirled around her knuckles and teased the sensitive webs between her fingers.
At last, her littlest finger slid from his mouth with an audible pop.
“Now,” he said. “What’s this important thing you have to show me?”
Dashed if Izzy could remember after that sensual onslaught. She had to shake her head to clear it.
Oh, yes.
“Your new bedchamber.”
His mouth tipped in that roguish half grin. “Perfect.”
As she led him up the stairs and down the corridor, Izzy felt rather like a chicken leading a fox straight to his own den.
“Here it is,” she said nervously. “The ducal bedchamber. We blocked out the bats with shutters, then cleaned the chimney. The bed hangings and tapestries are all new. The drapes, as well.”
He strode to the center of the chamber, nodding thoughtfully. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”
She laughed a little. “You don’t have to contrive compliments. That wasn’t my goal. I just wanted to give you a chance to map out the room, before the . . . Before the new servants arrive.”
“It’s not a contrived compliment. I can hear the difference.” He took another measured step. “The whole room is softer. The echoes are muted, the hard edges are gone. It’s cozy.”
Izzy smiled, and her nerves lost their edges, too. He didn’t need to praise their hard work, but it meant a great deal that he did.
“What about the bed?” he asked.
“It’s . . . still there. Exactly where it was before.”
“Show me.”
She took the hand he offered and led him to the edge of the enormous four-poster bed. “Here. There’s a new mattress, of course. And we restrung the frame with new ropes.”
He pushed up and down. “Hm.”
Then he caught her in his arms and launched them both onto the bed. Izzy shrieked as they landed in a tangle in the center of the bed.