Chapter Eighteen
~April 24~
“Cynthia, what are your plans for this afternoon?” Sorrell asked that morning at breakfast, not even looking up from his paper.
“Nothing significant, why?” Cynthia asked, curious.
“I thought we might go for a ride in the park,” he said, finally raising his eyes.
Cynthia nearly started out of her chair. Sorrell wanted to go riding in the park? With her?
“If you don’t want to—” he started when she didn’t say anything.
“No! No, I’d be more than happy to do so,” she said quickly.
“Good. Cassia will join us, naturally,” he said, returning his attention to whatever it was he was reading.
“Of course,” she replied. And he wanted to spend time with her sister? What had gotten into the man? Could he possibly be trying to make up for all the times he’d spurned the
