“The eternal question that constantly nagged at Mary Ellen. Two months ago, her brother-in-law Grayson had announced that a friend would be visiting the estate. Mary Ellen had expected an elderly, titled gent who’d needed to borrow money from Grayson. Perhaps a businessman wanting to invest in her brother-in-law’s shipping company. Or perhaps even an obnoxiously demanding friend from the war. She certainly hadn’t expected Aidan, a young man who had slipped into their home quiet as a hawk, broodi...ng and mysterious as any hero from a gothic novel. She sighed and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. For an hour now she’d been reclining on a blanket hidden behind a brittle patch of dying daisies, getting lost in her book. Then he had arrived, reminding her exactly of why she’d escaped the house. One moment the bench under the maple had been empty. Five minutes later she’d looked up while turning a page and there he was, reading his own novel. She hadn’t dared to call out a greeting, or even stand to leave.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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