Chapter Twenty-Five
“I’m trying to make a name for myself in Parliament. It takes a very long time and a lot of work,” Sorrell explained.
Still she said nothing.
“But that’s no excuse,” he said, finally letting go of her arm. “I haven’t been here for you. I haven’t paid any attention to either you or your sister and that… that was wrong of me.”
She waited, feeling her heart begin to pound a little harder in her chest.
“That’s going to change, Cynthia.”
She swallowed as her throat tightened.
“I am going to do my best. It’s not easy… but I’m going to try,” he continued. He ran a hand through his always perfect, pale blond hair. For the first time ever, a clump of it flipped the wrong way and stuck up awkwardly. It was perfect.
“Will you join me for dinner every so often? I don’t even
