Chapter 5: DistractedEfren, the previous day
Efren closed the flap on his saddle bag after carefully tucking away his surprise for Marcelo. His brows drew together as he mounted his horse. Mr. Othes’ demeanor had been worrisome.
Perhaps Efren should stop by Mr. Rawlin, the apothecary’s establishment, despite Mr. Othes’ demurral. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. Or perhaps he should mind his own business.
Despite the short length of his own prearranged marriage, he’d come to care very much for his husband. He stifled a soft snort. No. “Care very much” was putting it too mildly. He was head over heels in love, and everyone knew it.
And teased him mercilessly for it.
If he were in Mr. Othes’ position, with Marcelo overdue to return from a journey, he would be distracted, too.
