Chapter Eight
They lay cuddled up in bed together. “I don’t think Sir Benjamin’s girl had very much fun last night,” Lucy said, running her hand over Beau’s bare chest. “All she did was sit there. I don’t think I saw her speak to anyone but him. She never even smiled.”
“That’s the way some of these relationships are.”
“But she looked so sad all the time.”
He nodded, “I know.” Beau had learned from Vivianne that Sir Benjamin had only been at the Chateau for six months. “He’s new. He has his own ideas right now, which is fine.”
The way she looked up at Beau tugged at his heart. “Could you talk to her for me? Ask if she’s alright? You know how I don’t like to see people unhappy.”
“Darling, he is her Master. If he doesn’t wish anyone to talk to her that is his right.”
“But what if she’
