Sixty“Amazing what twenty-four hours of good care can do.”
Sebastian grinned from his central position on the Gold House sofa, wrapped in rugs, his red-gold hair and freckled face glowing in the late-afternoon sun slanting in. He had on one of Sir John’s Chinese smoking jackets, a padded luxury in dark-green satin with sleeves that widened at the wrist and bestowed a benign authority on its wearer. But as Isabella paused in the doorway and looked across the room, her searching gaze easily spotted the paleness under the freckles, and the tight, tired lines around his eyes. Typical Sebastian, cracking hardy. She wondered how he was really feeling.
“So good to see you looking so well!” she responded, though the hollow feeling inside didn’t match her upbeat words. After all, what was this li
