Chapter 74
NARDELL REACHED UP and straightened Ryman’s stock tie. She brushed a few bits of hound hair from his vest, then stepped back to take in the full view. He stood by the front door, perfectly turned out in full formal hunting attire. A good night’s sleep, thorough grooming, and time to let the alcohol pass from his system had restored him to clarity of mind and cleanliness of body.
“You look wonderful,” she said. “Saint Hubert is surely pleased.”
“Praised be his name. Um, look, about yesterday, I’m sorry I…it’s just that…with all the…”
She placed a finger gently on his lips. “You had to go through that. Saint Hubert needed to strengthen your resolve for what’s to come. If anything, it was selfish of me to bring our relationship into it. It’s not about me, not about you. Is it?”
