Eighteen
There’d been no word from Kyla.
Raleigh told himself he hadn’t expected any yet, but a part of him had thought she’d show up this morning like the heroine in a movie, declaring she’d made a terrible mistake and, of course, she loved him. Complete with sunrise backdrop. Possibly that was the part that had fallen asleep while watching Pride and Prejudice with Charlotte last night. After three whiskies, it hadn’t seemed like such a terrible idea.
But he’d been in such a s**t mood when he woke from a restless night’s sleep that Charlotte had banished him from the house. So, he spent Sunday putting Titania through her paces. They went out for a long ride, not returning until well after lunch. Usually that kind of ride would clear his head, but he was no more settled by the time he’d
