Grant heard Camellia mumble, "Anything but fish."
Grant's mother, the dowager Lady Stanhope, went straightaway to have food sent up for Cammy and Tori, while Nicole showed them to their rooms. Tori had been successful in hiding her awe at the Sutherland town home, at the rugs, paintings, and gold, but now she couldn't stop gawking at the magnificence of this residence. Even Cammy appeared distracted from her fatigue by the wonders around her. Tori couldn't remember ever seeing such high ceilings or such intricate detail in a home's design. She wanted to stop at each set of moldings and trace the minute impressions carved in the soft wood, or run her fingers over the textured silk wall coverings.
Nicole showed them up a carpeted stair to their rooms, set in one apartment. "I thought you two might want to be situated close to each other, but if you'd like separate apartments, please let me know."
Apartments, as in a suite of rooms to oneself. Tori felt like a royal. "No, this will be fine. Besides, I'm already lost."
Nicole chuckled. Tori could tell she wanted to stay and ask questions, but she said, "You two probably want to eat and tidy up in private. I know I would. The food will be up shortly, and please don't hesitate to ring if you need anything." At the door she added, "And do join us downstairs if you feel up to it."
Short minutes later a smiling servant brought up a tray and laid out an informal repast of soup, cheeses, breads, and fruits served on china as delicate as eggshell.
Cammy ate a surprising amount, exclaiming over the soup and the pleasing flakiness of the bread. "Are you going to eat that roll?"
Tori knew she looked startled as she surrendered the roll. "Would you like the rest of the soup too?"
"Oh, I didn't want to ask, but yes, very much."
Later, just as Cammy was eyeing the plush coverlets on the antique-looking four-poster bed, a servant knocked to warm the sheets while another unpacked Tori's trunks and hung up her clothes in the next room.
She and Cammy stared at each other. "This just gets better and better," Tori whispered.
Minutes later, Cammy drew the toasty covers up to her chin. "Oh, my word, I missed this. Tori, you have to sit here. Even better than the town home."
She sat. Her eyes went wide when she sank down in what felt like a cloud.
"I could get used to this," Cammy continued. "My belly's full. I'm warm and sleepy and in a bed that I should like to keep when we leave." Her eyes were starting to close. "Sometimes, I remember things so clearly. Anne and your father would be so happy to know you are about to be with your grandfather." Her eyes closed, she sighed, "Have you ever felt anything so...soft?" and fell asleep.
Tori pulled the cover up more snugly, then went to her own room next door. But after examining the elegant lace of the counterpane and the curtain fringe, then sweeping her hand over the upholstered chintz headboard and investigating under the furniture and searching the closet--which took some time to walk through--she grew bored.
She washed, repinned her hair, and changed into an emerald green silk dress, then made her way downstairs, patting the spiky ropes of garland artfully twined around the railing. She heard conversation and walked in that direction.
When she entered the great room, she drew in a quick breath at the beauty of the scene. Redolent with evergreen, the area shone bright from Christmas candles and from a roaring fire in what had to be the largest fireplace she'd ever seen. But the focus of the room was a spiring fir tree. Throughout its boughs were lighted candles, candies hanging from strings, and ribbons tied in graceful bows. She could hardly take her eyes off it.
Nicole saw her first and stood with a wide smile, the men following. "Please, won't you join us? I'll pour you warm cider with raisins."
Tori noticed how striking Nicole's cobalt velvet gown was, how it emphasized her dark blue eyes and highlighted her red hair, already tempered with gold, and was suddenly very thankful that Grant had bought her new clothes. She might be uncouth, but she'd be damned if she'd look it. "That would be lovely."
Nicole handed her a silver cup, aromatic steam rising from the liquid, and when she motioned for everyone to sit, Tori perched on a plush settee.
"Oh my, you are so beautiful. And so tall." Nicole sighed wistfully. "But then, everyone is taller than I am."
"Not everyone, sweet," her husband said from his seat by the fire. "You tower among young children, for instance," he supplied helpfully with a glint in his eyes.
While Nicole bantered playfully with him, Tori took a sip of her cider, scrutinizing Grant and Derek over the rim.
Grant looked a lot like his brother, both so powerfully built and tall. They both had thick, black hair, but Grant's eyes were blue to Derek's gray, and Tori knew those blue eyes could be cold. Grant was perhaps a bit leaner and more classically handsome than Derek, but it was hard to justify that distinction as he had not smiled once since Tori came down.
"You know, I've sailed near your island," Nicole said to Tori. "That part of the world is breathtaking. It must have been hard to leave it."
She had no idea. Tori could adjust to traveling halfway around the world and to all the jarring sights and confusion, but she couldn't help but reel when she let herself think life for her was going to remain just as uncertain. Tori felt tears pricking her eyes.
"Oh, Tori." Nicole grabbed her hand. "I didn't mean to upset you."
Nicole had called her by her nickname without permission or hesitation, as if they were the oldest of friends. Tori felt strangely comfortable with the thought.
"Amanda--Lady Stanhope, that is--wanted to come down this evening but she's tired out from"--she turned to smile at Derek--"from the day. She hopes you're settling in?"
"It's been perfect. I've never heard Cammy so content."
"Good. Now that you're both here," Nicole said, looking from her to Grant, "I want to introduce you to someone." Nicole grabbed Tori's hand, pulling her up. Tori gave Grant a questioning look, but they both followed her up the stairs. She placed her finger over her lips and gently pushed open a door to reveal a nursery, decorated with light blue draperies and pillows, and clouds painted across the accent wall.
"Well, so much for being quiet. He's up!" Nicole lifted a baby from the crib. "Tori, Grant, meet Geoffrey Andrew Sutherland."
Grant's eyes went wide. "You mean I've got a nephew?"
She grinned proudly. "We've been busy while you were away."
"He's precious," Tori said on a breath, noting the already expressive blue eyes of the boy.
"He's a handful. Amanda, who proclaimed herself expert at baby boys, begged for her bed tonight. So, who wants to hold him?"
Grant put up his hands. "I think Victoria should. I'll just watch and learn, if you don't mind."
"Oh, no, I couldn't. I--"
"Haven't you ever held a baby?"
"Well, yes, some time ago--"
"So you know to cradle his head"--Nicole handed him over--"and hold him close. Perfect. See, you never forget how to hold a baby."
He gurgled in her arms and Tori smiled. She hadn't forgotten how to hold one, but she had forgotten how much she loved them.
She caught Grant looking at her with the baby, his eyes soft. She knew he didn't even realize it. Nicole must have seen it as well, because she said, "Is that Derek calling for me? That man can't do for himself for three minutes
. Just put Geoff back down when you're through visiting." With that, she breezed from the room.
Tori's eyes grew wide. She was leaving them here with the baby?
She and Grant stared at the door. "I think you're doing fine," Grant said, facing her. "I think."
"It's just that..." She faltered. "It's been so long."
Geoffrey grasped a curl and tugged.
"He likes you."
She lifted her chin. "There's a lot about me to like."
His voice low, he said, "Yes, there is," and completely deflated her challenge.
She recalled that she was being civil to him now. "You should touch his cheek. There's nothing like a baby's cheek."
He did, and Geoff grasped his finger. Grant looked down at him in a way Tori could never have imagined, and her heart twisted. When the baby's hand drooped and he fell back to sleep, they laid him in his crib and silently returned to the great room.
For the next hour, Tori studied Grant and his family. Derek was obviously smitten with his wife. Looking at Nicole, Tori wondered how he couldn't be. Besides having a unique beauty, she was clever with a cutting wit that she used to tease and cajole laughs. She made what was an uncomfortable situation enjoyable. Except with Grant. He didn't join in the conversation, but stared down at his drink.
To Tori's amazement--and approval--Nicole beaned him with a chestnut. He jerked his head up, glowering, but before he could say anything, she related, "You just missed Lassiter and Maria. They came over before Christmas but left right after for their honeymoon."
"Your father married his business partner?" Grant asked in a surprised tone.
Nicole nodded happily.
"Yes, Grant," Derek began with a feigned look of disappointment, "as you can imagine, I was crushed that Nicole's father couldn't stay longer."
Grant reluctantly explained to Tori, "Derek and Lassiter didn't get on well--"
"They despised each other," Nicole interrupted, "but now they only act as though they don't like one another."
Derek coughed suspiciously.
Nicole eyed him in mock stern fashion, then turned her attention back to Tori. "So, how long can you stay? Tell me you'll stay for New Year's?"
Tori looked to Grant. He answered, "We need to get her to Belmont. The earl's waited long enough."
"The roads to the Court are tricky," Derek said.