Chapter 8Morning dawned cloudy and cheerless in the home of the unhappy Viscount and his equally out-of-sorts wife.
Colin stumbled blearily into the kitchen to find coffee, tea and porridge waiting, hot and ready to serve. Daisy had even ferreted out a pot of honey and a few early berries to flavor the breakfast.
Ravenous again, Colin devoured most of the pot before he stopped to think whether Daisy had eaten. Sadly, she was nowhere to be found, so he couldn't ask.
“Well, she's an excellent cook,” he admitted to himself.
Not able to see his wife anywhere in the kitchen or the pantry, Colin shrugged and stalked out to the field, where he found his five men waiting to hear new instructions.
“Hello, all,” he said lightly.
They stared at him, eyebrows drawn in five matching lines.
“Are
