Taking all his meals alone in his study, Drake had seen very little of anyone in more than a week. Days passed, leaving him in a daze.
The few times that he'd bumped into Sierra in the hallway had made him clumsy with speech while addressing her. Each time he laid his eyes on her, he doubted himself and everything that he was doing a thousand times.
She was in love with him. He knew it, and if he expected to make it to his wedding day without fail, he had to stay away from her.
"I have a delivery for you, sir. It's the Polite Society paper." Henry entered the room, spotting Drake behind his desk. He handed Drake the paper before withdrawing.
Drake had wondered what nonsense concerning his private affairs could have been written up by Charleston Brennan. Surely enough, the highlighted
