*Olivia*
I am sitting on a chaise longue near the garden, watching as Hunter tries to teach his puppy to fetch a stick, although it’s his nanny who is doing the fetching while the dog continually ignores Hunter’s pleas and simply roots around in the grass. It’s an unusually warm afternoon, and the sunlight feels lovely on my face.
Jack had left the residence earlier, and while I would normally use the time to pretend the residence is mine, it isn’t quite as appealing as it once was to imagine him out of our lives. Does he truly intend to still marry me off? Or is a good deal of what he says that seems so uncaring designed to protect himself because he cares so much?
He is an enigma, and I am beginning to think solving the puzzle of Jack Moondancer could be quite an enjoyable challenge
