Chapter Seventeen
Michaela
Lincoln’s rescue surprised me—yet didn’t. But I appreciated the buffer for William Howell, the most condescending jackass I’d met in a long damn while. I almost giggled once we stepped outside the house, but didn’t want to give anything away in case we were watched.
Lincoln cut a fine figure in his suit. Was it the same he wore to the wedding? I wasn’t paying attention to the specifics of his clothing when I was trying to get him out of it.
That felt so long ago even though it was less than a week. My life was now marked as pre-Harry’s-death and post, and everything before seemed far away.
Especially being here among society.
societyThe Thompsons were old money. I didn’t know what from. Thompson Manor was a huge old estate. The current residents were the th
