Dearne watched as Will stomped away from the house, seemingly headed for the gardens, and felt like a complete fool. What in God’s name had possessed him to say those words? Will Marsden was the prickliest bastard alive and he should have known something like this would happen. He should have known what his reaction would be. But just for once, it would have been good if Will could have just said something nice instead of behaving as though he had done something dreadful. He sighed. Perhaps the thought of being loved by him was dreadful.
He turned back to the room and smiled at Araminta who was busy chatting to his sister in law about the plans for the evening. Some old crony of Holbrook’s was about to descend on them. Dearne glance back at Will who was fast disappearing into the rose gar
