"Worth it if he remembers something useful." Her expression softened slightly. "I suppose you are heading to the stables?"
"Eventually."
She smiled. "You always say that when you intend to involve yourself in someone else's business."
Nathaniel almost laughed. The troubling part was that she was becoming remarkably good at reading him. "Perhaps."
Genevieve studied him for a moment. "You are curious about the bridge? About everything?"
Nathaniel accepted the accusation without argument. "That, too."
Before either could continue, another voice interrupted: "Good morning."
Charles approached from the manor entrance carrying riding gloves and a dark coat. His appearance immediately altered the atmosphere—not negatively, simply noticeably. Genevieve's face brightened; Nathaniel hated that he noticed.
"Charles! I hope I am not late."
Genevieve shook her head. "Not at all."
Nathaniel frowned slightly. "You are joining her?"
Charles nodded. "Someone should ensure she does not spend six hours questioning strangers without remembering to eat."
Genevieve rolled her eyes. "I eat occasionally."
"That is an exaggeration." Charles smiled.
"A small one."
The exchange looked effortless: comfortable, familiar. Nathaniel felt a surprisingly unpleasant sensation settle in his chest. He recognized it immediately; unfortunately, recognition did not make it disappear.
The carriage departed minutes later. Nathaniel remained standing near the drive long after it vanished beyond the gates.
Samuel appeared beside him carrying a feed bucket. "They seem happy."
Nathaniel did not respond.
Samuel nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting."
"What is?"
"Nothing."
"You say that often."