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meant to love each other. Hers had. Her mother, her father…She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She was being maudlin. Or maybe it was because she was tired. She didn’t cry about them any longer. She missed them—she would always miss them. But the great big gaping hole their deaths had rent in her had healed.
    And now…well, she’d found a new place in this world. It wasn’t the one she’d anticipated, and it wasn’t the one her parents had planned for her, but it came with food and clothing, and the opportunity to see her friends from time to time.
    But sometimes, late at night as she lay in her bed, it was just so hard. She knew she should not be ungrateful—she was living in a castle , for heaven’s sake. But she had not been brought up for this. Notthe servitude, and not the sour dispositions. Her father had been a country gentleman, her mother a well-liked member of the local community. They had raised her with love and laughter, and sometimes, as they sat before the fire in the evening, her father would sigh and say that she was going to have to remain a spinster, because surely there was no man in the county good enough for his daughter.
    And Grace would laugh and say, “What about the rest of England?”
    â€œNot there, either!”
    â€œFrance?”
    â€œGood heavens, not.”
    â€œThe Americas?”
    â€œAre you trying to kill your mother, gel? You know she gets seasick if she so much as sees the beach.”
    And they all somehow knew that Grace would marry someone right there in Lincolnshire, and she’d live down the road, or at least just a short ride away, and she would be happy. She would find what her parents had found, because no one expected her to marry for any reason other than love. She’d have babies, and her house would be full of laughter, and she would be happy.
    She’d thought herself the luckiest girl in the world.
    But the fever that had struck the Eversleigh house was cruel, and when it broke, Grace was an orphan. At seventeen, she could hardly remain on her own, and indeed, no one had been sure what to do with her until her father’s affairs were settled and the will was read.
    Grace let out a bitter laugh as she pulled off her wrinkled clothing and readied herself for bed. Herfather’s directives had only made matters worse. They were in debt; not deeply so, but enough to render her a burden. Her parents, it seemed, had always lived slightly above their means, presumably hoping that love and happiness would carry them through.
    And indeed they had. Love and happiness had stood up nicely to every obstacle the Eversleighs had faced.
    Except death.
    Sillsby—the only home Grace had ever known—was entailed. She’d known that, but not how eager her cousin Miles would be to assume residence. Or that he was still unmarried. Or that when he pushed her against a wall and jammed his lips against hers, she was supposed to let him, indeed thank the toad for his gracious and benevolent interest in her.
    Instead she had shoved her elbow into his ribs and her knee up against his—
    Well, he hadn’t been too fond of her after that. It was the only part of the whole debacle that still made her smile.
    Furious at the rebuff, Miles had tossed her out on her ear. Grace had been left with nothing. No home, no money, and no relations (she refused to count him among the last).
    Enter the dowager.
    News of Grace’s predicament must have traveled fast through the district. The dowager had swooped in like an icy goddess and whisked her away. Not that there had been any illusion that she was to be a pampered guest. The dowager had arrived with full retinue, stared down Miles until he squirmed (literally; it hadbeen a most enjoyable moment for Grace), and then declared to her, “You shall be my companion.”
    Before Grace had a chance to accept or decline, the dowager had turned and left the room. Which