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here.”
    Kate swallowed hard. “Y-You mean to stay here in Spindle Cove? In the Queen’s Ruby? All of you?”
    “Is there some other inn in the village?”
    She shook her head. “But this one doesn’t accept male guests.”
    Lord Drewe shrugged. “I noticed a tavern across the green. Surely the proprietor has a room or two for let. I don’t require anything special.”
    Oh, of course not. You’re only a marquess.
    This was an unforeseen complication. It was one thing to tell these people she was engaged to Thorne, and another thing altogether to live so here, in Spindle Cove.
    Heavens. No one in the village would believe it.
    Drewe said, “I’ll speak with Mrs. Nichols about securing rooms for the ladies, and I’ll send the coaches for our things straightaway.”
    “Surely this isn’t necessary,” Kate said.
    “Holidays rarely are,” said Aunt Marmoset. “That’s the beauty of them, dear.”
    “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
    “It’s no inconvenience. Spindle Cove is a seaside resort for unconventional ladies, isn’t it?” Lord Drewe spread his hands, indicating his sisters and aunt. “I happen to have three highly unconventional ladies in tow, all of whom will be glad for the amusement. As for myself, I conduct all my affairs through correspondence. I can do that from anywhere.”
    “I’m dying to see the fair,” Lark said.
    “A little sea-bathing would set me up nicely,” said Aunt Marmoset.
    “I’m quite keen on the idea of a stay in Spinster Cove,” said Harry, tugging her waistcoat straight as she rose from her chair. “It will make Ames deliciously jealous.”
    “So you see, Miss Taylor, it’s ideal. This way, we needn’t take you from your friends, but we’ll have ample time to grow acquainted.”
    “Yes, about that . . .” Kate bit her lip. “This is a small village. Might I ask that we keep this potential kinship to ourselves? I should hope to keep speculation and gossip to a minimum, in case . . . in case it all comes to naught.”
    She could only hope that there weren’t three girls pressing their ears to the parlor door this moment.
    “Yes, of course,” Lord Drewe said, pausing a moment to consider. “We have a hearty dislike of gossip, too—one bred from familiarity, sad to say. As far as people outside this room are concerned, we are engaging your services as Lark’s personal music tutor. Will that suffice?”
    Lark moved to her side. “In truth, I could use the lessons. I’m a disaster on the pianoforte, but perhaps I’d take to the harp.”
    The young lady’s warm smile touched Kate’s heart. So did Harry’s reassuring nod, Lord Drewe’s confident demeanor, and the lingering taste of Aunt Marmoset’s spice drop on her tongue.
    They were a family, and they wanted to spend time with her. To know her. Even if it only lasted a few days, that alone was worth anything—even suffering a bit more awkwardness with Thorne. Here was one benefit to his cruel rejection in the heather. Now she knew better than to imagine any feelings on his side.
    “Well,” Kate said, turning a guarded smile from one Gramercy to the next. “I suppose it’s all settled.”
    S ettled.
    As she crawled into bed some time later, Kate felt anything but settled.
    When last she slept between these linen sheets, she’d been an orphan and a spinster. During the course of this wild day, she’d managed to accumulate four potential cousins, a mongrel puppy, and a temporary betrothed.
    “Settled” did not describe her state. Quite the opposite. Her mind was abuzz with excitement, possibility . . .
    And that kiss.
    Even after all that happened with the Gramercys, she still couldn’t forget that kiss.
    This was horrible. She was bone weary and mentally exhausted. She desperately wanted to fall asleep. But every time she closed her eyes, she felt the heat of his strong lips on hers.
    Every. Time.
    If only she’d kept her eyes open for the kiss, maybe she would have avoided this