Chapter Ten
Lady Isabella greeted them with a smile and an outstretched hand. She was lovely in a gown of deep rose-pink and with her golden hair dressed in ringlets. “Major Reynolds. Lieutenant Mayhew.”
“I hope we’re not intruding.” Nicholas indicated the front door, which had just closed behind Lady Isabella’s visitor. “We can return later if—”
“Not at all. Come upstairs, gentlemen. The kittens are in the morning room.”
She talked lightly of the kittens as they climbed the stairs, Rufus at their heels, and perhaps it was his imagination, but she didn’t seem to be quite herself.
“Are you all right?” Nicholas asked quietly.
Lady Isabella cast him a swift glance. “Perfectly!” she said, her smile bright and wide.
No, he thought, with an internal frown. Something is wrong.
Lady Isabel
