“You really don"t have to do that,” I muttered to Ben as Lucas closed the front door quietly.
Ben sat down opposite me, an amused look in his eyes. “I told you, Charlotte, I don"t mind at all. What I did at that time, sleeping with the Countess as payment for her supporting my philanthropic work… it"s something I"ve regretted, but I won"t deny what I did.” He glanced up, his eyes filling with affection when Rowena walked in, dropping down onto the couch beside him, and taking his hand. “It brought Rowena to me.”
I was curious now, less concerned about snooping into their private lives. “That"s how you met Rowena?”
They shared a loving smile before Ben spoke again. “Rowena was visiting with Maria, the Countess, when Lucas and Ripley visited in 1898, along with her husband.”
“Finchley?”
