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Rockford’s chest tightened as regret warred with duty. Every instinct screamed to protect her, even if it meant stepping further into her life, a step he knew might complicate everything.

“There are other ways to raise funds,” he said thoughtfully. “You could organize a charity event. It would bring the community together and raise the necessary funds. It may also be a way to allay the fears and concerns that appear to be circulating about the clinic’s expansion. An event could serve to move the project forward.”

Lora’s eyes lit up with renewed hope. “That’s a wonderful idea. A charity event could indeed make a significant difference. We could create an outstanding event.”

“We?”Rockford hesitated, realizing he hadn’t intended to involve himself further. But the opportunity to support her, and keep a closer eye on her dealings, was too important to ignore.“I’m glad you think so.Wecan discuss the details over tea if you’d like.” They reached the end of the market.

Lora nodded enthusiastically. “I would appreciate your help. This afternoon?”

“Most definitely,” Rockford replied with a smile. “Until this afternoon, Lady Lora,” he said, inclining his head.

“Until then, Your Grace.” As he walked away, the warmth of her smile lingered, but so did his unease. He couldn’t shake the sense that this charity event might reveal far more than either of them expected.

Chapter Eight

21 September 1822

Teatime

Rockford arrived witha large bouquet of lavender, roses, dahlias, and chrysanthemums, all in shades of purple. He engaged the bell pull, and when the footman answered the door, he handed him his calling card.

He was ushered into the drawing room. Lora’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the flowers. “Your Grace, these are beautiful! Thank you.”

“I thought you might enjoy them. You did say lavender was your favorite.”

Lora took the bouquet, her smile radiant. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I want to bring these to Mrs. Kelly.”

Alone, Rockford took in the room. It was furnished with a refined touch. The walls were covered with delicate pink and cream floral wallpaper that included touches of green. A grand fireplace framed with a carved mantel was the focal point of the room. Above it, a large mirror added a sense of spaciousness. To one side was a mahogany tea table with eight matching chairs. A porcelain tea set with a floral pattern, tiered plate of scones, and tart were ready to serve.

Soft natural light filtered through the tall sash windows, illuminating the room and the sage-green curtains framing the view. Rockford glanced outside—then froze.

A man in a dark coat and a hat similar to his stood at the garden gate, speaking with the footman who blocked Rockford’s view of his face. As if sensing his gaze, the man glanced over the footman’s shoulder, looking directly toward the window, toward Rockford. Then, without hesitation, he turned and disappeared down the path, the footman calling after him.

“They really are beautiful.” Lora entered carrying a vase with the flowers he gave her. She placed the vase in the center of the piecrust table in front of the tall window. He pulled himself away from the window. They sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. He made a mental not to find out who the mysterious visitor was before he left.

Lora busily poured him tea. “One lump or two?”

“None for me, thank you.” He picked up the cup and saucer as she poured her tea and put one lump into it.

“Have you been thinking about the type of charity event we should offer?” She set her teacup down and continued. “I think something with a good deal of interaction, similar to a grand ball. It would attract a good deal of attention and bring in significant donations.”

Rockford’s mind raced. “What about something unique, something associated with the beauty of flowers?”

Lora’s eyes lit up. “A Floral Gala? Lady Harriet and I were talking about her greenhouse. I believe it is too small.” She smiled at Rockford. “I understand you have a large greenhouse, at Evergreen Lodge, your uncle’s estate, Your Grace. Perhaps that could be made available?” She stared hopefully at him.

Rockford’s ties to Sommer-by-the-Sea ran deep, woven through countless summers spent at his uncle’s estate. He had formed enduring friendships with Lora and Adam, their bond forged during their youth. But as he grew older, his life took him to Eton and beyond, and he hadn’t returned to the village in years.

Rockford nodded, picturing the event. “The greenhouse would be perfect. Upon arrival, each guest could be given a flower, symbolizing the clinic’s mission.”

Lora smiled, encouraged by his approval. “I thought we might do several events. We could have an art auction and a luncheon. Three separate events that may appeal to different people. The gala would be the final event of the series.”

Rockford agreed. “And we could make the gala special and have a few performances throughout the evening. Perhaps a string quartet or the local choir. It would add to the ambiance and make the event even more memorable.”

“Yes, and we could have a theme for the gala.” He observed Lora’s enthusiasm and found it infectious. “Something elegant and timeless, like an Enchanted Garden.”

Rockford raised an eyebrow. “An Enchanted Garden? It would certainly make the evening more,” he paused, “enchanting.”

He watched as the thought flew through her mind. “It would symbolize growth and healing, much like the mission of the clinic.”

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