Marcus shivered beside him. “Did you have a good evening, my lord?”
Phillip looked at his servant in surprise. “Pardon?”
“I mean, you seemed content last night. Happy even,” Marcus ventured carefully, but he kept his tone neutral. The man knew better than to bring a lady’s involvement into question.
“I am,” Phillip admitted. “I do not know how long such happiness will last, but I will enjoy it while I can. Let’s go back inside. It’s too b****y cold out here.” Phillip wanted desperately to get back to Ella.
Ella awoke to the smell of porridge, eggs, and ham. She moved languidly, stretching her limbs, feeling sore between her thighs and a slight dampness in the sheets. Her face flushed as she sat up in bed. Phillip was seated by the fire, reading a novel. A tray of food sat on the table
