Chapter 12
Hartsfield Park
One Week Later
Stephen dismounted from his horse and tossed the reins to the groom who came trotting up through the cold fall drizzle to meet him. A roll of thunder grumbled overhead, and he c****d a defiant eye toward the gray sky. Bring your worst. Because nothing short of a storm born of hell itself could stop him now.
With a steely determination that had kept him going nearly nonstop since he left Mary and Jeremy with the Llewellyns, and the last two days through cold rains and mud, he charged up the front steps and past the flustered butler as he stormed into the house without invitation or announcement.
“Your lordship!” The butler scurried after him, completely out of sorts that he would so rudely enter. Worse, that he would bypass waiting in the drawi
