Chapter Twelve
She knew it was wrong. She shouldn’t have gone into what clearly had been his dead wife’s room, playing her prized piano and singing her heart out. She certainly shouldn’t have let a four-year-old persuade her. But Madeline was just so excited and she had been curious and it had been a joy to play and sing and just – forget.
She watched as James struggled, and tensed, waiting for the retribution she was likely to receive. He wouldn’t hit her though. Not James. He wasn’t like David. Or any other man she knew, for that matter.
James had the capacity to affect her deeply, that was how different he was. And he was also way out of her league. Way, way out of her league. If what she’d seen of his wife was anything to go by, she was out of Elizabeth’s league as well. There was a
