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Eliza lifted a brow. “Is it?”

“For Hartleigh,” Clara said. “Yes.”

They shared a brief smile before parting, the kind that required no explanation.

It was not until midmorning that Eliza saw Thomas again.

He stood near the south windows, speaking with the steward, posture at ease, attention engaged. When he turned and saw her, something crossed his face that he felt rather than catalogue.

Recognition.

It showed in his eyes first, in the way they softened. In the faint lift at the corner of his mouth. He did not look away.

Neither did she.

The steward concluded his report and withdrew, leaving them alone in the broad corridor where light spilled in pale bands across the floor.

“Good morning,” Thomas said.

“Good morning.”

They remained where they were a moment longer than necessity demanded. The quiet between them held no urgency, only comfort.

“I hear the road is holding,” Eliza said.

“It is,” he replied. “Your decision helped.”

She tilted her head. “Ours, I think.”

His smile came fully this time, unguarded. It warmed something just beneath her ribs. She had not known how much she wanted to see that ease on him until it appeared.

“I’ll be in the gardens most of the afternoon,” he said. “If you need me.”

“I know.” Then, before she could reconsider, “I might come out later. If you don’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t,” he said. “At all.”

They separated without ceremony, each returning to the shape of their day. Yet she carried the exchange with her. Not as anticipation, but as quiet pleasure that settled and stayed.

This was what changed.

Not the reach of her authority.

Not the shape of her responsibilities.

But the way joy moved alongside them. Not demanding notice. Not disrupting order. Simply belonging.

And for the first time in longer than she cared to remember, Eliza Thornhaven felt that what she had chosen did not require vigilance.

Only presence.

Chapter Twenty-Four

The invitation arrived just after luncheon.

Eliza was in the small study adjoining the library, reviewing the last of the tenants correspondence, when Clara appeared at the door with a folded card in hand.

“Before I forget,” Clara said, holding it out. “This came for you.”