Chapter Seventeen
A towering canopy of ancient oaks lined both sides of the gravel drive like a regiment of veteran soldiers. The road itself seemed to stretch for an eternity, and with every inch the coach traveled, Lia’s nervousness became more pronounced. She gave up her attempt at a decent stitch on the baby blanket, and dropped the hoop down on the seat next to her with a huff. Looking at her husband, she decided she admired his ability to remain unruffled in any situation. The man never got nervous or upset. Angry, yes. And he manifested his anger in such a controlled, practiced way that, at times, it bordered on frightening.
But not today. Today her husband rested across from her, leaning against the side of the coach with his legs stretched across the seat, one booted foot dangli
