Chapter 21 Lady Eugenia/Banks
Lady Eugenia stood by the stables of Fortescue Manor, watching as the man she regarded as another son swung into the saddle and rode off to examine the damage done to his ancestral home.
Warrick Synclaire was a tall man, at six foot three taller than most in the area—even her own sons were at least four or five inches shorter—with black hair in a pronounced widow’s peak and fathomless blue eyes. Those eyes were the only things he’d inherited from his father.
Except for his prickly nature…his parents had a hand in that.
If there was one thing Lady Eugenia knew, it was that while Warrick Synclaire had not been an attractive child, he had been lovable.
Such a pity both his parents had been so lost in the disillusionment of what neither was that they hadn’t b
