But if he didn’t stop being so difficult, she’d likely have to do as she’d threatened and beat him. At least his health was improving, even if his attitude wasn’t. Thank heavens his appetite was better. At the moment, Weatherby was helping him to the breakfast table. Fortunately, Caro had been able to get the cook, Mrs. Hughes, to come back on staff. Though Meggie gave it her all, she was a much better maid than a cook. Caro was getting tired of eating eggs and bread pudding. “Ah, coming to join us for breakfast, wife?” “Yes, I am. And I’m also very pleased to see you at the dining table.” Ash grunted. “It was either that or eat on the floor. Mrs. Hardesty’s back, and she insisted on changing the linen. I damn near fell down the stairs.” “Well, no matter. You are here. Perhaps, after breakfast, you might want to go for a walk.” “You know, I think I’d enjoy some fresh air.” Caro watched her husband make a face. She could tell he was up to something. She’d best be on her guard, then.
