Kieran Kramer - If You Give A Girl A Viscount

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If life were a fairy tale, Daisy Montgomery's mother and sister would surely be cast in the wicked step-roles. For years, they have made life miserable for Daisy's beautiful stepsister Ella. But when Daisy discovers that Ella has a godmother, she's determined to ask her for help. Little did Daisy expect Ella's godmother to play matchmaker with her very own grandson — who happens to be a viscount.

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She waited for Hester to react.

The older woman took her time, putting the kettle back on the hob and wiping her hands on her apron. “I think he’s a lovely lad,” she said. “And I’d call him a poor man, too, if he didn’t need this whole experience the way a thirsty man needs water.”

“Do you think so?” Daisy brightened.

Hester chuckled. “Of course! Every man needs to be challenged. I doot he’s ever been.” She wagged her finger at Daisy. “So behind his back, you may call him a poor man, but to his face, stay strong, my girl. Don’t give him an inch. He’ll be better for it.”

“That’s a fine idea,” Daisy agreed, and renewed her vow once more to stay far away from Lord Lumley.

“Even though he’s verra kissable,” Hester said lightly, and immediately turned her back to pull out a crock of flour.

Daisy felt heat creep up her neck.

Hester put her crock on the counter and came over to lay a hand over Daisy’s own. “Remember, lass, your heart is a precious thing. When you choose to give it away, make sure you give it to the right man. Sometimes you’ll meet him at the wrong time. He or you—or both of you—might need a little growin.’ Or you could meet the wrong man at the right time … someone who comes along at the moment you’re ready to soar like a bird—and then he goes and clips your wings.”

Daisy bit her lip. “It all sounds scary. And very confusing.”

“Not if you pay attention to your own heart, dear.” Hester gave Daisy a tremulous smile and patted her cheek. “You’ll know.”

Daisy gave her a big hug. “You’re the best lady in the world.”

At which moment the most wretched woman Daisy knew came into the kitchen. “Get back to work,” Mona hissed at them both. “It’s time we’re off to the Keep.”

Hester’s cheeks were bright spots of pink. “Do ye not want to break your fast?”

“No, old woman,” Mona said, “and don’t you dare ask me any more questions without a decent curtsy.”

Daisy met Hester’s eyes.

Ignore her, Daisy said with her own.

Hester had terrible aches in her bones, but somehow she managed to make a respectable curtsy.

Slowly.

But she did it.

“Would you care for anything from the kitchen to take with you, missus?” Hester asked when she stood straight again.

“No.” Mona curled her lip. “Where’s the tea?”

“Soon to boil,” Hester said placidly, but she cast a comically long-suffering eye Daisy’s way, which served to calm her desire to throttle her stepmother.

At that moment, Cassandra and Perdita appeared, freshly bathed and dressed in their best walking gowns, which Daisy had pressed for them.

“We’re looking for Lord Lumley,” Cassandra said without greeting anyone.

Perdita nodded enthusiastically.

They acted as if going to see Lord Lumley were incredibly exciting. It was , but who were they—or Daisy—to indulge themselves in daydreaming about his good looks and charismatic charm?

Lord Lumley was off limits. A creature of pleasure. An emissary merely following his grandmother’s orders. A man with no interest in the residents of Castle Vandemere beyond a superficial interest, which he’d maintain until he could leave the glen forever.

“I’ll go, too,” Daisy said.

“Why?” asked Cassandra. “Have you forgotten what I told you? You don’t need to be around the viscount unless it’s strictly necessary.”

She angled her head at Hester and mouthed the words poor house .

Daisy wished she could narrow her eyes at her stepsister. But she dared not.

“He’s to carry your trunks,” she said instead. “If you want them to arrive at the Keep when you do, he’ll need to know where the wheelbarrow and ropes are kept. I was about to show him, but if you’d rather—”

“I wouldn’t dare set a foot in that byre,” Cassandra said in a surly manner.

“Nor I,” Perdita added. “Although I like a nice wheelbarrow ride.”

“Shut up, Perdita,” said her mother. “We’ve no time for wheelbarrow rides.”

“I’d like a ride of another sort,” Cassandra said under her breath, and flung a challenging look at Daisy. “I intend to get one, too.”

Daisy knew exactly what she meant.

Wicked girl .

But if Cassandra thought she’d bed a certain viscount, she’d thought wrong.

Once outside, Daisy let go of her aggravation. The air was as peppery fresh as it had ever been on a sunny summer morning. It was a perfect day for visitors to arrive and experience the Highlands.

And she needn’t worry about Charlie. He wasn’t stupid. Cassandra’s charms were only skin-deep.

Even so, a memory of the Stone Steps rushed back. He’s my viscount, Daisy thought. And I won’t give him up to any other woman.

Which was silly of her, as she’d already told him there could be nothing between them.

She cast a glance back at the kitchen window, where Hester stood watching them. The older woman pulled on her ear—which signified, Damned Furies !—then touched her fingertips to her lips and gently blew a kiss toward Daisy.

Daisy smiled back, but inside, she was pensive. Hester and Joe meant everything to her. She couldn’t veer off course. Saving Castle Vandemere for them was paramount.

Worrying a bit about Jinx, too, she scanned the grounds for a sign of the cat, and even called for her, but she didn’t come. Cassandra and Perdita made no effort to help, and Daisy put aside her own vague worries. It was much too soon to be concerned, she told herself. Surely Jinx was fine and was merely ignoring her call.

So when she caught sight of Joe and the viscount, both of them looking down the mountainside, she allowed herself to feel a surge of happiness as she strolled toward them.

But Cassandra stepped right in her path, forcing her aside.

“Hello, Lord Lumley.” Cassandra batted her eyes at him.

“Your coat is exquisite,” said Perdita in a plodding manner.

She’d obviously practiced her words.

“Good morning, ladies,” the viscount answered in a gallant fashion but didn’t bother to glance at Daisy.

Well, what could she expect after their earlier conversation?

Cassandra sent a gloating look her way.

It took everything Daisy had in her to ignore it and appear completely at ease.

“The visitors have arrived even sooner than we expected,” Charlie said. “We saw them pull into the village. They’ll need to rest the horses before they dare attempt the slope.”

“Five coaches and six outriders,” Joe announced.

“How exciting,” Daisy said.

“I can’t wait,” Cassandra said.

“Nor I,” said Perdita.

For a moment, they were all united in their excitement, their differences forgotten.

But that bad feeling dogged Daisy. She was sure it had everything to do with the fact that she and Charlie were not ever to be together again. But something in her prompted her to say: “Have you seen Jinx?”

“She lives in the kitchen,” said Joe right away.

“I know,” Daisy said, “but she’s not there. She hasn’t even come in for her dish of goat’s milk.”

Perdita snorted.

Daisy whirled around and looked at her. Perdita scratched her nose in an offhand manner, but her eyes glinted with glee when she exchanged glances with her sister.

Perdita had done something to Jinx. Daisy just knew it. And Cassandra had helped.

The witches .

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Charlie was shocked to see the fierce look on Daisy’s face, and even more surprised to see her stand toe to toe with her large stepsister. “Where is she? What have you done with Jinx?”

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