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Another glance at the ticket confirmed the date and time were correct. She’d suddenly realized that there was no one else there. Had she been the only one invited? Surely not. She looked around.
“Hello?”
“Good evening!”
A woman emerged at the top of the ramp leading up to the platform where guests boarded their capsule.
“Miss Sutton?”
“Yes.”
“My apologies. I was getting your capsule ready. My name is Sara and I’ll be your host this evening.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“And you, ma’am. The rest of your party is ready.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, I thought the invitation said eight o’clock.”
“It did,” Sara said with a reassuring smile. “The other guest arrived early.”
Rosalind frowned. The museum secretary had made it sound like there would be a group of people, not just the director and her.
“Only one?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sara’s eyes fairly sparkled. “This way.”
Rosalind followed her onto the platform as she wracked her brain. She couldn’t recall meeting the director before, or doing anything that would have drawn his attention.
“Here we are.”
She looked inside the empty capsule. “There’s no one else here.”
“They’ll be just a moment, ma’am.”
Stifling a sigh, Rosalind walked inside and moved to the far side of the capsule. The water of the River Thames rippled as boats cruised by, from a long double-decker boat crowded with tourists to smaller sailboats that glided along the surface. The setting sun’s rays turned the puffy clouds dotting the blue sky from white to shades of rosy pink and glowing orange.
Some of her uncertainty disappeared as she looked up once more. No matter what this meeting was actually about, at least the view from the top would be spectacular.
The wheel began to move, so slowly at first she almost didn’t notice it. Surprised, she turned just as a man walked into the capsule.
Her heart began to pound in her chest, so fiercely she grasped one of the rails to steady herself.
“Griffith?”
“Hello, Rosalind.”
Sara appeared in the doorway behind him, her face wreathed in an enormous smile. “Enjoy your ride!”
She shut and locked the door behind him, leaving Rosalind alone with the man she loved.
Griffith’s eyes devoured the sight before him. Rosalind stood on the other side of the capsule, her chin lifted slightly, her eyes sharp and fixed on him. She’d regrettably pulled her hair into a loose chignon at the base of her neck. A few stubborn curls had managed to escape. The dress she’d worn, a simple sleeveless dress in forest green with a flared skirt and tantalizing V-neck, gave her a sense of class while mercilessly teasing him with a view of her long legs.
How had he gone over a month without seeing her? Without hearing her voice?
“Unless you took over as the director of the Victoria and Albert Museum, you owe me an explanation.”
He bit back a smile at her tart tone. God, he’d missed her. She’d been one of the few people in his life to hold him accountable, to not let him get away with excuses.
