“You’ve tested my patience far too long, Lady Hathwell. A year and a day—that’s how long I’ve waited.” Sydney Hathwell met his gaze unflinchingly. “Surely you’re not intimating my father was unworthy of a proper period of mourning.” “Which ended ten days ago.” Hume paced across the intricate carp...
Chris Gregor waited until supper ended to make his announcement. No use spoiling a good meal with the inevitable conflict that would ensue. Rob gave him a piercing look. “You gave me your word you wouldn’t set foot in the Thurber mines again.” “And I won’t.” Mercy patted Rob’s arm. “Your brother ...