Chapter 7
Faith stood in her father’s study and stared at the rug. She didn’t look up. She didn’t have to. She knew exactly what expression would be on everyone’s face...the anger on Papa’s as he sat behind his desk, the patient concern on Mama’s as she stood close to his side, and on Stephen’s—the scoundrel!—would be smug satisfaction that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
While on her face everyone could surely read the humiliation over being caught with him, as well as the guilt churning inside her stomach that she’d enjoyed being in his arms. Far more than she should have. While rakes could be reformed and eventually brought into society’s good graces, she wasn’t certain that Stephen could be.
For all of his cajoling to marry him and the promises of his sweet kisses, how could she
