Lucian saw Genevieve a few more times over the next month. He had a tendency to be returning home at the same time she was walking to the village shop. He wasn’t to know that it was never a coincidence on her part.
“Where are your friends?” he asked one evening. “Estelle must be mourning over a lost opportunity to see me.”
Genevieve’s jaw tightened noticeably and Lucian frowned. He had been expecting her to laugh at that joke.
Maybe she and Estelle had had a quarrel. Teenagers could be like that sometimes. He had observed lots of things over the years he had been alive.
He wasn’t to know that Aubyn had found out about Estelle’s constant slip ups in front of Lucian so Genevieve had been banned from meeting with her and Annie had been added onto that ban for good measure.
“She’s on holi
