There were murmurs of agreement around the table.
Lora smiled gently. “I appreciate your candor. If any of you have concerns or questions, please feel free to discuss them with me. Our shared goals are too important to let uncertainty divide us.”
The atmosphere shifted subtly as the ladies warmed to Lora’s sincerity. Conversations flowed more freely, and snippets of information about Hastings’ visits and comments surfaced, providing valuable leads. Lora listened attentively, her heart buoyed by the support she felt growing around her.
As the afternoon tea ended, Lady Davenport rose from her seat. “Thank you for your delightful hospitality, Harriet. I alwaysenjoy our gatherings. It’s refreshing to spend time in such pleasant company.”
She turned to the others, her eyes twinkling. “Shall we, ladies? We wouldn’t want to overstay our welcome.”
The group exchanged farewells, soft murmurings of appreciation, and promises to meet again soon. The delicate rustle of skirts and the gentle tapping of heels echoed softly as they made their way toward the door.
Once the last guest had departed, the house settled into a comfortable quiet. Harriet turned to Lora, her eyes shining with admiration. “You handled that brilliantly.” She reached over to squeeze Lora’s hand. “I could see the tides turning in your favor.”
Lora exhaled slowly, relief and lingering concern etched on her features. “Thank you, Harriet. But I can’t help but wonder, what is Hastings truly up to? Why would he seek to damage my reputation?” She paused, her gaze distant. “He will only rile Rockford, and no one wants to witness that.”
Harriet gave a gentle nod, her expression thoughtful. “Perhaps he believes sowing discord will weaken your position. But today’s gathering proved that you have strong allies.”
Lora looked down, her fingers tracing the delicate pattern on the teacup before her. “I just don’t understand what he wants to accomplish. Undermining the clinic, spreading rumors… It’s as if he’s attacking me.”
“Whatever his motives,” Harriet said firmly, “we won’t let him succeed.” She leaned forward slightly, her gaze thoughtful. “But have you considered that it’s not just you Hastings is targeting?”
Lora blinked. “What do you mean?”
Harriet’s eyes sparkled with determination. “Hastings underestimates the strength of your character and the loyalty of those who believe in you. I think Hastings’ attacks on the clinicand you are a way of antagonizing Rockford, forcing him to take action.”
“Me?” Lora’s hand flew to her throat. “But why would he…” She paused, realization dawning. “You think he’s using me to get to Rockford?”
Harriet shook her head. “You’ve known Rockford for years. Do you think he would stand for anyone harming you? You told me how angry he was when he found you in the horrid lodge.”
Lora stared at Harriet, her mind racing. “I see what you mean. Hastings must have realized that Rockford and I have a history and a connection.”
Harriet put her arm around her and hugged her. “Exactly. Hastings knows that attacking you is a way to provoke Rockford. You don’t see it, do you? The way he looks at you, the way he stands at your side without hesitation. He loves you, Lora. Almost as much as you love him.”
Lora reached out and squeezed Harriet’s hand in return. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Fortunately, you won’t have to find out,” Harriet replied with a light laugh. “Now, let’s consider our next steps. There’s much to be done, and I have a few ideas that might help us counter Hastings’ schemes. I think we should turn his schemes to our advantage.”
*
“Viscount Wesley, YourGrace.” Mr. Turner stood at the study door as Adam entered.
“Come in, Adam.” Rockford stood and gestured to a chair by the fireplace. “Thank you, Mr. Turner.” The butler left as quietly as he had entered.
Rockford stood at the cellarette and poured cognac into two snifters. “I hope it tastes as good as it did when we were boys.I remember those stolen sips being the best I’ve ever had.” He handed a half-full snifter to Adam, his gaze steady.
They both chuckled and sipped the golden liquid.
“No, Rockford. This,” Adam held up the glass. “Is superior. Now I can appreciate the taste and not liberating the bottle from the cabinet.”
Rockford took a seat in the armchair next to his guest. “What is it you’d like to discuss in private? Is there news about Hastings?”
Adam shook his head slightly, then paused, his expression serious. “Lora.” Adam held the glass at his knee. “I’ve noticed a closeness between you two. As her brother, I want to ensure that your intentions are honorable.”
Rockford was taken aback, a rare moment of surprise flickering in his eyes before he regained his composure. He met Adam’s gaze with sincerity, though unease coiled tightly in his chest. “Adam, I care for Lora deeply. My intentions are entirely honorable. Her happiness and well-being are my foremost concerns.”
It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the full truth, either. His honor demanded that he protect her, yet his actions risked destroying the fragile trust between them. And if Adam ever discovered the truth behind why he started to court her…He’d rather not dwell on it at the moment. The weight of it pressed down on him, but he forced himself to maintain his steady exterior.
Adam studied him for a moment before nodding. “I believe you. She seems happier than I’ve seen her in some time.”
