27th December, 2014
Getting ready for a date, especially a first date, could be murder on the nerves. Doubtless Edward's nerves were not being helped by the fact that his sister was not exactly being subtle with her disapproval of the whole thing. It wasn't that Brynne had anything against Lis, really; it was more that she thought her brother could do so much better than a maid. She leaned in the doorway of his bedroom, sighing softly. "You're absolutely sure you want to date the help?"
It had been nearly a week since he'd arrived home, and he was still looking painfully thin and a little too pale, but between Brynne and Lis, he appeared to be on the mend. He had not told them that he'd awoken that morning with a small fever that he'd fended off with a couple of aspirin. There was no point in worrying them over nothing. Whatever it was that had been sapping his strength, he'd been assured it was nothing contagious - at least, not anymore. He'd been looking forward to this date with Lis since he'd asked her, and he wasn't going to let a little thing like a fever slow him down. "It's just a date, Bree. And she's your help, not mine," he pointed out as he tried yet again to adjust his tie. It had been years since he'd worn one, and he couldn't quite get it right.
"You could do so much better, Teddy," his sister pointed out, pushing from the doorway to rescue him from his own tie. "Mum'll have a heart attack if I tell her you're dating my maid. You know she's always had these dreams about you marrying some hot-shot lawyer or award-winning journalist."
His face darkened a little at her statement, not only because he didn't like the way she seemed to imply that Lis wasn't good enough for him, but that his mother had her own plans for his life. "She's more than just a maid, Brynne," he pointed out, carefully controlling his voice so she wouldn't catch hint of his irritation. "She was a nurse before you hired her as a maid. And Mum has to stop trying to arrange my life and let me do it myself."
"You know I don't mean it like that," she told him, rolling her eyes as she settled his tie at his throat. "I like Lis, I do. It's just awkward and weird, and you barely know each other," she added pointedly. "I mean, waiting a little while more before asking her out might have been a better way to go."
"I can't explain it, but she's the first woman I've felt any connection with in years, Bree," he tried to explain, holding as still as he could while she adjusted the tie at his throat. He'd always hated the bloody things, but he wanted to make a good impression on the woman he was taking out. She'd already seen him nearly at his worst; now, she could see him nearly at his best. "Besides, life is too short, so why wait' If nothing comes of it, I've made a friend and you still have a maid. If something comes of it, well....I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Yeah, well ..." Brynne sighed. "I don't approve, but you're my big brother and I'll stand by your decisions. And make sure you don't go out looking like something the cat dragged through the hedge backwards." She gave his tie a final tug, and stepped back, looking him over. "You'll do."
"And that's exactly why I love you," he told her with a smile, before turning to look at his own reflection in the mirror. "Gods, I look half-dead. A vampire has more life in it than I do," he said, frowning at the face that looked back at him. He didn't really look as bad as that - all he really needed was to put a little weight on and get a little color in his face.
"You look fine," she promised him. "You look handsome. And yes, I know, I'm biased, but you're still the most gorgeous man of my acquaintance, and in a suit, I'll be very surprised if you don't leave a trail of comatose men and women in your wake, stunned by your godliness."
That made him chuckle anyway. "Godliness" Don't be absurd," he told her, doubting her estimation of him. She was surrounded by handsome Granger men on a daily basis, and he thought he was the least of them when it came to good looks. Then again, he did want to make a good impression. "Do you think she'll be pleased?"
Brynne raised a brow, giving him a look only a little sister could give her big brother. "Teddy, she's seen you hungover in your pajamas," she pointed out. Christmas morning had been entertaining for Lila and Lis, at least - Brynne always over-indulged, and with his strength and weight as it was right now, Edward probably shouldn't have spent that last couple of hours going through Humph's liquor cabinet with the Old Man.
"Don't remind me," he said with a wince, wishing she hadn't reminded him of that, though he thought he'd cleaned up nicely since then. "How was I to know the Old Man was looking to get me drunk?"
She chuckled. "It's Humph," she reminded him cheerfully. "He's always out to get someone drunker than he is on Christmas Eve. Just be glad Vicki didn't join in - that woman can drink like a fish. She's the only person I've ever come across who can drink Dom and Humph under the table."
"I used to be able to keep up with them," he said, smoothing an errant curl from his forehead. "I've become a lightweight." He frowned at his own reflection again, wondering just how he'd managed to change so much and how long it would take before he felt like himself again.
"Not necessarily a bad thing," Brynne mused, looking him over once again and nodding finally. "You look good, Teddy. No one'll hold a candle to you, I promise." And since Lis hadn't seen him before he'd gone away, Brynne highly doubted the woman noticed how thin and pale he was, even if she had been a nurse once. "Are you picking her up, or is she coming here?"
"I'm picking her up. Jon lent me the Bentley. Can you imagine" I suppose I shall have to think about getting my own transportation, if I'm to stay here a while," he admitted with that uncertain look on his face. He had assumed his stay here would be temporary at best, but now he wasn't so sure. He continued to study his own reflection, wondering if he would ever look like himself again.
"There's a whole garage of cars at the main house standing idle, Teddy," his sister pointed out with a faint grin. "I can't see anyone objecting if you claimed one for yourself while you're here." She stepped deliberately between him and the mirror. "Stop worrying so much. You'll give yourself wrinkles before your time."
"Do you know how long it's been since I've driven a car, Brynne" Jon is putting a lot of faith in me by lending me his baby. And please don't tell me it's like riding a bicycle because it's not." He frowned a little as she stepped between himself and the mirror, blocking the view of himself. "Do you remember when we were little" When we all used to play together like nothing could ever go wrong?"
Getting ready for a date, especially a first date, could be murder on the nerves. Doubtless Edward's nerves were not being helped by the fact that his sister was not exactly being subtle with her disapproval of the whole thing. It wasn't that Brynne had anything against Lis, really; it was more that she thought her brother could do so much better than a maid. She leaned in the doorway of his bedroom, sighing softly. "You're absolutely sure you want to date the help?"
It had been nearly a week since he'd arrived home, and he was still looking painfully thin and a little too pale, but between Brynne and Lis, he appeared to be on the mend. He had not told them that he'd awoken that morning with a small fever that he'd fended off with a couple of aspirin. There was no point in worrying them over nothing. Whatever it was that had been sapping his strength, he'd been assured it was nothing contagious - at least, not anymore. He'd been looking forward to this date with Lis since he'd asked her, and he wasn't going to let a little thing like a fever slow him down. "It's just a date, Bree. And she's your help, not mine," he pointed out as he tried yet again to adjust his tie. It had been years since he'd worn one, and he couldn't quite get it right.
"You could do so much better, Teddy," his sister pointed out, pushing from the doorway to rescue him from his own tie. "Mum'll have a heart attack if I tell her you're dating my maid. You know she's always had these dreams about you marrying some hot-shot lawyer or award-winning journalist."
His face darkened a little at her statement, not only because he didn't like the way she seemed to imply that Lis wasn't good enough for him, but that his mother had her own plans for his life. "She's more than just a maid, Brynne," he pointed out, carefully controlling his voice so she wouldn't catch hint of his irritation. "She was a nurse before you hired her as a maid. And Mum has to stop trying to arrange my life and let me do it myself."
"You know I don't mean it like that," she told him, rolling her eyes as she settled his tie at his throat. "I like Lis, I do. It's just awkward and weird, and you barely know each other," she added pointedly. "I mean, waiting a little while more before asking her out might have been a better way to go."
"I can't explain it, but she's the first woman I've felt any connection with in years, Bree," he tried to explain, holding as still as he could while she adjusted the tie at his throat. He'd always hated the bloody things, but he wanted to make a good impression on the woman he was taking out. She'd already seen him nearly at his worst; now, she could see him nearly at his best. "Besides, life is too short, so why wait' If nothing comes of it, I've made a friend and you still have a maid. If something comes of it, well....I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Yeah, well ..." Brynne sighed. "I don't approve, but you're my big brother and I'll stand by your decisions. And make sure you don't go out looking like something the cat dragged through the hedge backwards." She gave his tie a final tug, and stepped back, looking him over. "You'll do."
"And that's exactly why I love you," he told her with a smile, before turning to look at his own reflection in the mirror. "Gods, I look half-dead. A vampire has more life in it than I do," he said, frowning at the face that looked back at him. He didn't really look as bad as that - all he really needed was to put a little weight on and get a little color in his face.
"You look fine," she promised him. "You look handsome. And yes, I know, I'm biased, but you're still the most gorgeous man of my acquaintance, and in a suit, I'll be very surprised if you don't leave a trail of comatose men and women in your wake, stunned by your godliness."
That made him chuckle anyway. "Godliness" Don't be absurd," he told her, doubting her estimation of him. She was surrounded by handsome Granger men on a daily basis, and he thought he was the least of them when it came to good looks. Then again, he did want to make a good impression. "Do you think she'll be pleased?"
Brynne raised a brow, giving him a look only a little sister could give her big brother. "Teddy, she's seen you hungover in your pajamas," she pointed out. Christmas morning had been entertaining for Lila and Lis, at least - Brynne always over-indulged, and with his strength and weight as it was right now, Edward probably shouldn't have spent that last couple of hours going through Humph's liquor cabinet with the Old Man.
"Don't remind me," he said with a wince, wishing she hadn't reminded him of that, though he thought he'd cleaned up nicely since then. "How was I to know the Old Man was looking to get me drunk?"
She chuckled. "It's Humph," she reminded him cheerfully. "He's always out to get someone drunker than he is on Christmas Eve. Just be glad Vicki didn't join in - that woman can drink like a fish. She's the only person I've ever come across who can drink Dom and Humph under the table."
"I used to be able to keep up with them," he said, smoothing an errant curl from his forehead. "I've become a lightweight." He frowned at his own reflection again, wondering just how he'd managed to change so much and how long it would take before he felt like himself again.
"Not necessarily a bad thing," Brynne mused, looking him over once again and nodding finally. "You look good, Teddy. No one'll hold a candle to you, I promise." And since Lis hadn't seen him before he'd gone away, Brynne highly doubted the woman noticed how thin and pale he was, even if she had been a nurse once. "Are you picking her up, or is she coming here?"
"I'm picking her up. Jon lent me the Bentley. Can you imagine" I suppose I shall have to think about getting my own transportation, if I'm to stay here a while," he admitted with that uncertain look on his face. He had assumed his stay here would be temporary at best, but now he wasn't so sure. He continued to study his own reflection, wondering if he would ever look like himself again.
"There's a whole garage of cars at the main house standing idle, Teddy," his sister pointed out with a faint grin. "I can't see anyone objecting if you claimed one for yourself while you're here." She stepped deliberately between him and the mirror. "Stop worrying so much. You'll give yourself wrinkles before your time."
"Do you know how long it's been since I've driven a car, Brynne" Jon is putting a lot of faith in me by lending me his baby. And please don't tell me it's like riding a bicycle because it's not." He frowned a little as she stepped between himself and the mirror, blocking the view of himself. "Do you remember when we were little" When we all used to play together like nothing could ever go wrong?"