*Jayne*
I am having a most difficult time remaining annoyed with Barkley. He is slowly, irrevocably, wearing down my resistance to him, my determination to despise the man for as long as he draws breath. How the bond between him and my husband can remain so strong astounds me. But sitting across from him, with Seafort between us at the head of the table, their devoted relationship is more evident than ever.
“I can’t believe Sheffield and his hounds managed to corner more foxes than any others,” Seafort says sotto voce to Barkley. “He shall surely bore us to death with that tale now.”
With only a brief look, Barkley manages to remind me of every moment I spent with him in the garden the evening before. I even, to my immense shame, enjoyed strolling back to the manor with him this afterno
