Time After Time
Authors: Elizabeth Boyce
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Romance, #Historical
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Contents
A Rogue in Sheep’s Clothing
The Albright Sisters: Book 1
Elf Ahearn
Avon, Massachusetts
This edition published by
Crimson Romance
an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.
10151 Carver Road, Suite 200
Blue Ash, Ohio 45242
Copyright © 2013 by Elf Ahearn
ISBN 10: 1-4405-6616-X
ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6616-5
eISBN 10: 1-4405-6617-8
eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6617-2
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.
Cover art © 123rf.com
To Patrick and Jenny
I wish I had words to tell you how grateful I am for all you’ve done, but alas, language is too weak to support the full measure of my heart. Thank you, I love you, and a whole lot more
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A Sneak Peek from Crimson Romance
Acknowledgments
It takes a village to write a novel, at least in my case it did. I need to thank my sister, Jenny, who told me I should write romances and suggested the Regency era because those are the books she likes to read. (Me too, Jenny.) My husband, Patrick, gets a big huge THANK YOU for being the greatest thing that ever happened in my life. Who wouldn’t want to write about finding true love when it has meant so much to me? Then there are the gals in the Hudson Valley Romance Writers of America chapter, who cannot go unacknowledged. This book would not be in print without your constant guidance and encouragement. My thanks go double to Janet Lane Waters — our chapter’s greatest asset. With patience and keen insight, Janet has nurtured the talents of all our membership and we are eternally grateful. And last but hardly least, I’d like to thank my teachers at Sarah Lawrence College, Pat and Jimin. Your expertise and kindness truly enhanced my writing.
You all hold a special place in my heart. How lucky I am to have such wonderful people in my life.
Chapter One
With a bang, Ellie Albright burst into the hall and slammed shut the oak door to the study. The windowpanes of the massive Tudor mansion rattled from the blow. Her three sisters poked their noses around the parlor entrance, then, at the sight of her, quickly retreated. Even the dogs scattered in alarm. Ellie turned to the empty hallway and shouted, “He simply won’t listen to reason!”
Her mother, Lady Albright, hastened down the corridor, shutting doors as she approached. “Hush, the servants will hear.”
“He could sell anything, anything but my horse, but that fool Lank told him to do it, so he won’t listen to me.” Ellie seethed at the thought of the estate steward filling her father’s gullible mind with false information. “Why does Papa believe that scoundrel?”
Her mother patted her arm as if stroking a pinecone. “Oh dear, we mustn’t upset Papa. He’s a brilliant man who’s trying to do his best.”
“Do his best!” Ellie jammed her fist against her mouth until the stricken look in her mother’s eyes registered. It was too unbearable to witness; the girl turned away and fought to douse the fire of emotion burning through her self-control. But her frustration could not be tamed. “Rahhhh,” she growled, hands shaking at her sides. “Rahhhh.” Her mother reached to touch her again, but Ellie bolted out of the house and into a pelting rain.
The black bellies of clouds sagged against the treetops on a distant hill, splitting the sun into anemic rays. Taking great gulps of raw air into her lungs, Ellie slapped away a trickle of water that dared blur her vision. She’d hoped the cold would numb her mind, but over and over again she saw her father’s index finger pointing at the numbers on a ledger sheet. “Mr. Lank,” her father said, giving the estate manager’s name the same reverence due a scholar, “Mr. Lank says selling Manifesto is the only way to pay our debts.”
Ellie ran further into the rain. The wind tore spring leaves off the trees. It freed her soaking hair from the last of its pins and whipped tendrils across her eyes. The downpour coursed over her cheeks cooling her tears before she felt their heat, and because her body was no match for nature, she lost herself in its fury. Then her mother’s voice pierced the storm’s comforting blanket. “Come back in, Ellie!”
But Ellie couldn’t. Instead, she ran against the gale, out toward the moors where the storm promised solace.
• • •
It seemed hours later, though Ellie had no idea how much time had passed when she drifted back toward home. The rain had ceased and the clouds had gone white. Her sister Claire met her as she stumbled through a water-soaked field of barley.
“Poor thing,” Claire said, wrapping a cloak around Ellie’s shoulders. “You’re wet as a fish. I’ll be dosing you with Sydney peppermint and mustard plasters if we don’t get you warmed soon.”
“I won’t get sick,” said Ellie, not bothering to hold her skirts above the wet grass. “I’d welcome a fever to let me forget.”
Claire patted her shoulder. “Poor Papa. He’d do anything to be left alone with his copy of the Rosetta Stone, a Greek dictionary, and a set of hieroglyphs. Perhaps if you speak to him tomorrow … ”
From the set of her father’s jaw, Ellie doubted it. He was a kind, absent-minded man, a man who usually gave in to the entreaties of his wife and daughters, but this time … This time something was different.
She and Claire entered the house and Ellie plodded up the stairs toward her bedroom. Her mother watched as she went by, but said nothing, eyes deep with sorrow. Sisters Snap and Peggity stood at a respectful distance and were quiet as well.
In Ellie’s room, Claire silently stripped her sister of her drenched clothing. “Manifesto is the greatest horse bred by centuries of Albrights,” Ellie said, her voice hollow. “What financial difficulty could be so bad we’d sell our most valuable asset?” Though she’d thought she’d shed the last of them, tears pricked her lids. “I was there the day Manifesto was born. I’ve raised him, trained him, cared for him. He trusts only me.” Suddenly furious, she brushed the tears from her cheeks. “This is Lank’s decision. He’s reduced the mares to bone and hair. He’s stealing the money for grain … ”
Taking the hem of Ellie’s wet chemise, Claire pulled the soaked garment over her sister’s head. “But can you prove it?”
Ellie shook her head. “No. No, I can’t.”
“Mrs. Lank isn’t buying goods from Finchy’s anymore,” Snap, Ellie’s six-year-old sister, announced, racing into the room and hurling herself on the bed, the pack of hounds trailing. “Mr. Finchy’s boy told me no one likes her because she’s wearing air.”
“You mean she’s putting on airs,” Peggity, the eldest of the four Albright sisters, corrected, coming in behind Snap. She joined her little sister on the bed and watched Claire towel Ellie dry. “If only Papa would let you run the estate,” Peggity said, plumping a pillow behind her. “You’re so wonderful with horses.”
Ellie took the towel and scrubbed her wet hair. “I’ll tell you the first thing I’d do — I’d fire that Lank and kick his fat wife back into Finchy’s.”
Claire winced. “A civil tongue … ”
Lady Albright swept into the room, a hot water bottle tucked under her arm. “Oh dear, dear me, come sweet darling.” She pushed the bottle under the bed linens and wrapped a blanket around Ellie’s shivering shoulders, then tucked her under the covers. “I wish your father told you the truth up front. It does no good to leave loved ones in the dark.” She sighed, lifted Snap off the bed, then put the child on her lap. “This is very serious, my darlings. We have true cause for alarm. Your papa says Uncle Sebastian, God rest his soul, gambled with Baron Wadsworth and left a debt of three thousand pounds. The baron … ” Lady Albright’s voice went faint with emotion and she bit her lip, “He’s a very dangerous man. Your Papa said the baron slashed a young woman’s face on High Street in the middle of Exeter. Cut her with his sword, and not a man went to her assistance. Everyone was too afraid. The baron said he’d do the same to Papa and then to us if the money wasn’t delivered.”
Never in her life had Ellie seen a tear leak from her mother’s eye. The sight frightened her more than Baron Wadsworth’s threat. She and her sisters went still, the dogs stopped fidgeting, and a pall weighed the air.
Pressing a corner of Snap’s pinafore to her eyes, Lady Albright continued, “I would rather sell the Fitzcarry pearls than tear your heart this way, my darling Ellie, but your papa absolutely forbids it.”
Ellie swallowed hard, a lump growing in her chest. “I don’t mean to be selfish, Mama, but without Manifesto we will go bankrupt. That horse is our future.”
Her mother plunked Snap back on the bed and took Ellie’s hands in her trembling fingers. “Oh sweeting, I wish you could understand. It’s terrible news, we’ll all miss Manifesto, but he isn’t
your
future.” She turned to address all of her daughters. “My darlings, you’re no longer the offspring of a respected scientist — you’re the daughters of an earl. The best way to avoid bankruptcy is to marry well, and that means pretty dresses and Almack’s in London.”
“What!” Ellie exploded, pulling away from her mother. “The Albrights can’t give up breeding horses!”
Lady Albright’s hand caught Ellie’s arm and gripped it tight. “Nineteen-year-old daughters of earls do not gallop astride on stallions. That must end, Ellie, and perhaps selling Manifesto is the best way to make that change. Your sisters wish to marry, and for that to happen we must maintain our reputation.”
Ellie’s mouth dropped open. “But Mama!”
Her mother abruptly stood and interrupted before Ellie could say more. “Tonight let’s forget our troubles and get ready for the Mortimers’ assembly. Wash your faces and put cucumbers on your eyes. My girls must eat asparagus to eliminate puffiness, so the bachelors find them attractive.”
Ellie jumped to her feet, but her mother held up a hand to hush her. “Snap, would you ask Cook for cucumbers? And Claire, add some of your special herbs. Peggity, could you help? I’d like a word with Ellie, alone.”
With her sisters gone, the room seemed dark and cold. Ellie climbed back into bed and moved her toes under the hot water bottle, but felt no warmth from it. Lady Albright smoothed her skirts, and took Ellie’s hand. Against her palm, she felt her mother shaking. “I’m sorry you and your father fought today. You’re a passionate girl, my darling, but when your father asks you to do something, you must obey.”
