The Season(27)

Alex agreed, “And it’s in a line of sight to the entrance to the park, which means Nick and Kit will find us easily.”

The girls continued chatting happily as two footmen spread a large square of linen on the warm green grass and set stakes at its corners to anchor it in the spring breeze. One set a large wicker basket that he had carried from the carriage on the edge of the square, stood, and spoke. “My ladies, your picnic is ready.”

Vivi turned with a smile. “Thank you, George. And you, John. This is lovely. There’s no need for you to stand on ceremony…please, enjoy this wonderful day.” With short bows to the girls, the two footmen moved several yards off to join the girls’ ladies’ maids, who were acting as chaperones for the afternoon. The servants opened a second basket of food and began their own afternoon luncheon.

The girls had just settled down and started unpacking the picnic basket when they heard a loud noise from across the meadow and saw Nick and Kit running toward them with no regard for decorum. Alex shook her head, watching them. “Boys. A shilling says that Nick challenged Kit to a race.”

Ella looked up from her task and grinned. “Kit will win, as always.”

“And Nick will pout, as always.” Vivi looked out across the meadow in the direction from which the boys had come. “It looks like someone else came with them…” She squinted in the sunlight to make out the figure. “Is that Lord Stanhope?”

Alex shielded her eyes in the midmorning sun and attempted to make out the features on the young man in the distance. “It certainly is Stanhope…I had better be careful,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Blackmoor thinks I’m in danger of spending too much time with him.”

Ella settled onto the blanket and smoothed her skirts before beginning to unpack the luncheon from the basket. “Yet another double standard. Rakes are too dangerous as companions to women, but when there are other men nearby, they’re perfectly acceptable…as long as they have a title.”

Vivi looked at her friend thoughtfully. “I think perhaps Stanhope is a rake willing to be reformed.”

“If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting”—Alex stared wide-eyed at her friend—“your brain is obviously addled.”

“Think what you will.” Vivi smiled smugly. “I wager I’ll be proven right before the afternoon is through.”

A smart retort was left on the tip of Alex’s tongue as Kit flew up the rise and nearly crashed into the massive oak. Turning quickly, he leaned back against the tree with his arms crossed and made a show of looking bored as Nick tore up behind him.

“Oh, Nick, you’re here at last. We were just wondering what had happened to you.”

Nick glared at his brother while he caught his breath. “I’ll get you next time—I didn’t eat much of a breakfast today.”

“Is that your excuse for all the other times you’ve lost to him in a footrace?” Alex said teasingly. “Really, Nick…I should think you’d have learned your lesson by now. He’s faster than you.”

Kit smirked at his brother. “See? Even our baby sister knows it.”

Taking a glass of lemonade from Ella, Alex continued, “However, given the choice between speed and intelligence, I’d say you made away with the better part of that deal.” Everyone laughed at Kit’s narrowed eyes and, with a smile, Alex extended a plate of roasted quail to him as a peace offering.

“Did you bring Lord Stanhope with you?” asked Alex. “Or is it coincidence that he’s heading in this direction?”

Nick shook his head. “Stanhope called on us this morning at Worthington House. After some conversation, he decided to join us.”

Vivi looked straight at Alex and queried innocently, “Oh? He just stopped by Worthington House this morning? By chance?” Alex shot her friend a quelling look. Vivi popped a grape in her mouth and smiled around it. After swallowing, she continued, not looking away from her friend, “How interesting.”

Stanhope heard the tail end of the conversation and spoke as he climbed the last few feet of the rise to the picnic blanket. “I hope you don’t mind my intrusion, my ladies.” Bowing low, he granted the girls one of his trademark lopsided grins, letting his gaze linger on Alex. “When I heard such a trio would be here, I couldn’t resist tagging along.”

“By all means, Lord Stanhope, there is plenty to be shared, including this lovely spot.” Ella spoke from her perch on the corner of the blanket. She had extracted her journal and begun sketching the scenery that lay before them.

“Indeed.” The tenor of Stanhope’s voice deepened and he winked exaggeratedly at Alex, who couldn’t contain her laughter at his obvious flirting. In return, he offered her another broad grin, and seated himself on the blanket, leaning back against the trunk of the oak and accepting an oat cake from a basket proffered by Vivi, who was struggling to keep her smug look unnoticed.

Alex rolled her eyes at her friend and turned so that Vivi wasn’t in her direct line of sight. “Lord Stanhope, I seem to recall Will saying that you have a talent for art. Is that still the case?”

Stanhope shook his head. “To be honest, Lady Stafford, it’s been years since I’ve had a hand in artistry of any kind. I’m sorry to disappoint.” Redirecting his gaze to Ella, he continued, “But Lady Eleanor, I see that you are quite the accomplished artist. Would you be willing to show us the contents of your sketchbook?”