Clyde
Damn it.
The words on the document seemed to jumble and mock my focus, making the grain reports, border patrol records, and endless noble petitions feel like a waste of time. My thoughts kept drifting back to the balcony and Nora. Her accusations, the desperation in her eyes, and more infuriatingly, that insufferable Ace Chambers!
I tossed my quill down in exasperation, massaging my temples.
It’s been five f*****g days.
Ever since I confined Nora, I haven’t managed a single full night’s sleep. Her absence is like a haunting presence. One cold spot on the bed jolts me awake every night. Even Betty’s best-cooked steak might as well be sawdust on my tongue.
What the hell was I thinking confining her? Seeing her with another man—and Ace, of all people—sends unreasonable fury throug
