No doubt he was brooding upstairs in their bedroom, or perhaps in his study, wishing to God that he’d had the sense to stay the hell away from her as her father asked of him.
God knew there had been a few moments as of late when she’d thought the very same.
And then she realized that she would rather be miserable with Grey than content with any other man. How pathetic and deranged was that?

Author: Kathryn Smith