Free The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn Page A

make any sense?”
    Anthony nodded. “It makes a great deal of sense.”
    “I think losing a parent once you know and love them is harder,” Kate added. “And I know, because I’ve lost both.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
    “It’s all right,” she assured him. “That old adage—time heals all wounds—it’s really true.”
    He stared at her intently, and she could tell from his expression that he didn’t agree.
    “It really is more difficult when you’re older. You’re blessed because you had the chance to know them, but the pain of the loss is more intense.”
    “It was as if I’d lost an arm,” Anthony whispered.
    She nodded soberly, somehow knowing that he hadn’t spoken of his sorrow to many people. She licked nervously at her lips, which had gone quite dry. Funny how that happened. All the rain in the world pounding outside, and here she was, parched as a bone.
    “Perhaps it was better for me, then,” Kate said softly, “losing my mother so young. And Mary has been wonderful. She loves me as a daughter. In fact—” She broke off, startled by the sudden wetness in her eyes. When she finally found her voice again, it was an emotional whisper. “In fact, she has never once treated me differently than she has Edwina. I—I don’t think I could have loved my own mother any better.”
    Anthony’s eyes burned into hers. “I’m so glad,” he said, his voice low and intense.
    Kate swallowed. “She’s so funny about it sometimes. She visits my mother’s grave, just to tell her how I’m doing. It’s very sweet, actually. When I was small, I would go with her, to tell my mother how Mary was doing.”
    Anthony smiled. “And was your report favorable?”
    “Always.”
    They sat in companionable silence for a moment, both staring at the candle flame, watching the wax drip down the taper to the candlestick. When the fourth drop of wax rolled down the candle, sliding along the column until it hardened in place, Kate turned to Anthony and said, “I’m sure I sound insufferably optimistic, but I think there must be some master plan in life.”
    He turned to her and quirked a brow.
    “Everything really does work out in the end,” she explained. “I lost my mother, but I gained Mary. And a sister I love dearly. And—”
    A flash of lightning lit the room. Kate bit her lip, trying to force slow and even breaths through her nose. The thunder would come, but she’d be ready for it, and—
    The room shook with noise, and she was able to keep her eyes open.
    She let out a long exhale and allowed herself a proud smile. That hadn’t been so difficult. It certainly hadn’t been fun, but it hadn’t been impossible. It might have been Anthony’s comforting presence next to her, or simply that the storm was moving away, but she’d made it through without her heart jumping through her skin.
    “Are you all right?” Anthony asked.
    She looked over at him, and something inside of her melted at the concerned look on his face. Whatever he’d done in the past, however they’d argued and fought, in this moment he truly cared about her.
    “Yes,” she said, hearing surprise in her voice even though she hadn’t intended it. “Yes, I think I am.”
    He gave her hand a squeeze. “How long have you been like this?”
    “Tonight? Or in my life?”
    “Both.”
    “Tonight since the first clap of thunder. I get quite nervous when it begins to rain, but as long as there is no thunder and lightning, I’m all right. It’s not the rain, actually, which upsets me, but just the fear that it might grow intosomething more.” She swallowed, licking her dry lips before she continued. “To answer your other query, I can’t remember a time I wasn’t terrified by storms. It’s simply a part of me. It’s quite foolish, I know—”
    “It’s not foolish,” he interjected.
    “You’re very sweet to think so,” she said with a sheepish half-smile, “but you’re wrong. Nothing could be more foolish than