“my husband said near my ear, and then he chuckled and squeezed my arm.I tried to laugh, but it was difficult. I pulled myself together and swallowed hard as I looked over at the three people who were still staring. They hadn’t moved an inch toward us, but just stood there. I cleared my throat, and walked forward.Then I stopped cold. No, it simply wasn’t possible. It just couldn’t be him, it just couldn’t. But it was. The man stepped out of the shadows at the far end of the fireplace. It was Joh...n, the John George had adored, the John who had wanted to meet me on three different occasions.He was my husband’s nephew and heir. The sullen one, the one who did not deal well with my husband, the one who was now home from the wars. To stay.My step-nephew.I decided then and there that I hated coincidences with all my heart.Suddenly, without warning, I heard George’s mad barking behind me. He must have spotted John, recognized him from the park, and broken free of dear Miss Crislock’s arms.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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