CHAPTER FIVE
“You’re mom’s a special kind of person, isn’t she?” I spoke up as we made our way down the stony path to the carriage.
A crooked smile appeared on Ben’s lips as he stared ahead. “Very much so, but I am slightly biased in that regard.” He dropped his gaze to me and studied my face. “What did you think of her?”
I laughed. “I thought that she was definitely your mom.”
“And that’s a good thing?”
I cast a wicked look at him. “How the poor woman must have suffered while you were growing up.”
His good humor faltered slightly and he turned his face away from me. “Far too much. . .”
I winced. Me and my big mouth. “I didn’t mean it that way-”
He shook his head. “There’s no need to apologize. It’s difficult to understand the circumstances of my affliction when you have
