Seven miles was a long way for a well-bred lady to walk on a country road in dainty black boots, but Milly made not one peep of protest or uttered one complaint. Owen had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. She was so…different than he’d thought. The Milly he’d thought he’d known had been an arrogant, cold-hearted young woman. And it was all a mask.
The real Milly was passionate, intelligent, and determined. But she was frightened of him, not physically but emotionally. He couldn’t forget the way she’d looked when he’d teased her about her book. She had dared to open up to him about how she liked reading about strong female characters, but he’d said something he shouldn’t have and rather than lash out, she’d retreated. He recognized that type of behavior only too well. He’d done the sa
