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saying the words weren t enough. Her darling son was unhappy Why, of course not.
and it hurt her. Ethan took one step towards her. I don t believe you.
She turned to stare at the miniature portrait of her husband. He d Hamish reached out for the teapot. Come along good fellow,
been a sensible man, she d cared for him deeply, yet never had she we ve had a long journey and I m
experienced the passion that now gripped her son. Had she missed There is something I should know, isn t there, Mama? A muscle
out? What would it have been like to be so desired that a man was pulsed along his clenched jaw.
willing to give up everything for you? Weary, Elizabeth crossed to Dearest . . . Elizabeth felt the warmth fade from her face.
the window. She admired Isabelle Farrell, she had courage, if not Tell me. Ethan paled under his tan. Is it Isabelle?
sense. The lower classes couldn t be blamed for making hasty, Well . . . You see
unworthy marriages. They knew no better. Elizabeth worried what Within two strides Ethan was standing inches from her. Tell me!
the recent gossip concerning Isabelle Farrell would do to Ethan He s back.
when he found out. At that same moment, the sound of a carriage Ethan blinked. Who?
coming along the drive made her heart race. He was home. Her husband. Before Elizabeth could say another word, he was
Straightening her shoulders, Elizabeth waited by the fireplace for running from the room. She heard him shout for his horse to be
her son and Hamish to enter the drawing room. There was a rush saddled and, deflated, she collapsed back against the sofa.
of footmen attending to the luggage and the low murmur of the Hamish took her hand in his. Perhaps this will be a good thing.
butler s voice, then the door opened and Ethan strode into the Ethan must accept Farrell has rights to her. She is his wife, not
room. Behind him came Hamish. Ethan s.
You both look so well! Elizabeth declared, hugging them in A dull pain seized Elizabeth s heart. Ethan will kill him. I know
turn. Were the roads very bad? At least we didn t receive any early it.
snow.
The roads were indeed very good. Hamish smiled and settled Isabelle wiped the hair from her eyes and stirred the stew simmer-
himself onto the sofa. Are you in good health, madam? ing on the range. Her swollen eye made her vision lopsided. Her
Oh yes, perfect health. Elizabeth s eyes strayed to Ethan. Are right eye, the good one, viewed the bubbling concoction without
you hungry? Shall I have tea brought in? She didn t wait for his much enthusiasm. Boiled bacon scraps and a handful of vegetables
answer before hurrying to tug the bell-pull. She noticed Ethan and would hardly satisfy the boys, especially when Farrell seemed
Hamish frown at each other and she tried to calm down. Her son determined to work them to death. She wondered briefly if her life
was very astute. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her face. could become any worse. Her father lay dying upstairs, her broth-
So, do tell me about your trip. ers were outside working in all weathers, thankful to be out of
Ethan stood behind the sofa and stared at her. Mama you re as Farrell s way, and Ethan gone from her life as if he d never existed.
nervous as a chicken in a hen house with a fox on the prowl. What Lord, how she missed him. Needed him.
is the matter? Behind her, sitting at the table, was her husband. Sullen and
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betrayed. On learning how Ethan had helped her with the farm, After filling the glass with water from the jug on the bedside
Farrell had gone mad and smashed his fists into doors, walls and table, Isabelle lifted him up to help him sip from it. Aaron nodded
anyone who came close. He d kicked holes in the dresser, smashed and rested back against the pillows.
plates and cups and dragged Isabelle around the room by her hair Everything all right?
until Hughie stepped in between them to take the brunt of Farrell s Yes. I ll bring you up something to eat soon. She avoided his
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