Chapter 17It was five weeks since I’d last seen Geo, and in spite of all the servants in the house, I felt more alone than I ever had in my life.
His birthday had arrived, but he hadn’t, and I’d reminded myself he never joined me at Laytham Hall earlier than Friday, and it was only Wednesday.
Again the worry that he might have found someone else with whom to dally niggled at the edges of my mind, but I reminded myself of the debt, which most assuredly bound us together.
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It was Friday now. Surely he would come this day?
Rather than mope about the house, I decided the best thing to do was to keep busy.
I worked the chestnut colt in the paddock behind the stables. He did all that I asked of him willingly, except for the jumps. No matter how low I set the bars, he either came to
