Something was still not right.
Everett Garrison’s pain and anger should’ve diminished somewhat when Keelan agreed to marry him.
Her presence at his side should be giving him peace.
Taking the commodore’s daughter should be giving him peace.
peaceNew wealth in the form of Keelan’s inheritance, Twin Pines, should be giving him peace.
He’d expected it to be easy to help Keelan conform, to be more like Rachel.
More docile.
More pliable.
Instead, since Hart showed up, she’d become more distant over the last few days. She’d taken to spending time in the kitchen house or on rides around the plantation with her maid. He could never find her alone.
She continued to evade him, just like tonight. He searched the area near the veranda, peeking into corners, and peering at silhouettes in the s
