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the tears she had, but a fewslipped down her cheeks anyway. Consigning herself to a loveless marriage—one built on deception and manipulation—was a heavy decision. But it was one she would make rather than becoming the instrument of disillusionment for her brother.
    This was all because of that stupid letter. Had their mother only kept her last words—her selfish confessional—to herself, Olivia wouldn’t be in this predicament.
    But no sooner had the hateful thought taken root than she chastised herself. She should have burned the letter immediately after reading it all those years ago. As long as those precious, final words remained undestroyed, Olivia had assumed the risk of someone finding it.
    It was her fault. She’d been too weak, too overcome with grief and loneliness to destroy the last tangible link to her mother.
    And now, it appeared she would pay for her weakness.
    “How long have you been in here?” Marcus’s voice startled her so much she jerked, and the lid on the box slammed closed.
    Turning, Olivia thrust her hands behind her back as though they were holding something worth hiding. How long had her brother been watching?
    “Just a few moments,” she answered.
    “Have you been crying?” Marcus asked in near horror as he came closer to examine her face.
    “Perhaps.” She couldn’t stop the following sniffle.
    “Would it be too much to ask why you are weeping in the library?” His voice was mild.
    “I’ve missed my books.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. She had missed her books. She’d miss them even more soon—along with the library itself, and the house and the life she’d be giving up when she married Finley.
    “You took most of your books to London with you,” Marcus returned.
    “Just my favorites,” she argued.
    “I think we carried at least fifty volumes with us.” He was beginning to look less suspicious and more amused.
    “I have a lot of favorites.”
    He shrugged. “I believe Sarah is unpacking your things in your room. Do you wish to lie down for a few minutes?” he asked, eyeing her skeptically. “We’re not dining for many hours yet.”
    “No, I’ll find something to amuse myself until then.” Or, more likely, she would obsess about what she was going to do, until she realized there was nothing to be done.
    Then, she would cry some more.
    “So you don’t have any pressing plans at the moment?” he asked, moving to one of the settees and sitting rather indecorously. He rested his head against the back of the piece of furniture.
    She shook her head, wondering if he could see her with his eyes closed like that.
    Apparently, he could.
    “Excellent,” her brother said. “I planned to take Nick around the estate on horseback. Would you care to join us? I know how much you’ve missed being able to ride.”
    She could tell Marcus she didn’t want to spend any more time with his friend than she had to, but her brother would chastise her for her rudeness. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. The marquess was just a man, one she barely knew. But she didn’t like the way she felt when he was near. Nervous. Jumpy. Fluttery.
    Olivia had counted herself fortunate Marcus and Lord Huntsford had decided to take their horses on the journey to Westin Park. She’d ridden in the carriage alone, which had been preferable to having to share a confined space with the marquess.
    But they had still taken a few breaks, allowing Olivia to exit the carriage and stretch her legs. The marquess had theannoying tendency to seek her out during those moments. Much like when he’d found her in the library back in London, Lord Huntsford was nothing but cordial…so she couldn’t explain why he made her feel so unlike herself.
    But she couldn’t avoid the gentleman indefinitely. She wasn’t going to stay locked in her room for days, and running into him or having meals together was inevitable.
    Besides, London had offered limited opportunities to ride. Olivia didn’t care much for