Sixty-Two“It’s all my fault.” Alex de Vile grinned up at Sebastian and flipped aside the lock of dark hair that had fallen over his face as he dismounted. His face was bright and flushed from the exertion of riding full-tilt up the winding forest road to Gold House. He held the reins of his shiny-coated black gelding in one hand, and the other was draped around the shoulder of his fair-haired twin sister.
He looked up to the veranda where Sebastian sat in an outdoor armchair, a blanket draped around his shoulders. “I asked Isabella how your convalescence was progressing and she said she had no idea, she hadn’t seen you.” He made a light stab at the lawn with the toe of his riding boot, lifting a wedge of turf, and drew Isabella a little closer to his side.
“Well, I thought that just wasn
