Damn damn damn!
Stephen bit back a curse as he searched through the trees for his ball. Faith certainly wasn’t making this easy on him.
But then, why should she? She was right before, when they were walking in the lane and she’d admitted to how much he’d hurt her when he’d left. He’d broken her trust, and although she was one of the most loyal people he knew, once her trust was broken it was extremely hard to get back.
“There are more important things to win than pall mall,” he mumbled the reminder to himself as he pushed a bush aside to search the undergrowth. Like Faith’s heart. And when it came to that, victory would be his.
He snagged his sleeve on a brambly bush and rolled his eyes. Even if it killed him.
A speck of yellow beneath a fern leaf caught his attention, and he blew out
