Chapter Eight
Michael watched Elise walk away from him with a determined stride, her back so straight and chin so high as to almost appear absurd. The hell she was out of his hair, he thought. Michael decided it was time to put himself out of his misery. Or deeper in it if he listened to some of his friends.
It was time to speak with Ren.
Last night it had annoyed him to see her hold court over a group of young bucks who could never appreciate her zest for life. He wanted to both control that passion and encourage it at the same time.
While unable to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, he’d devised what he thought was the perfect plan. Sending word to his sisters that he wanted to host Mother’s birthday party at Woodhenge, he closed both letters with a post-script stating that they
