CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
After Paris
The day after their return to Grimsby Hall, Lizzy came downstairs in the morning, finding a sullen Jonathan sitting slumped in his easy chair by the window.
“You wanted to see me?”
For just a moment, he gazed at her with a bit of awe and affection. Expressions like this were few, and Lizzy relished each one. This one, however, might well be the last she’d ever take note of, for their unfolding future would only rarely allow them an opportunity to connect in this way.
“Yes, I wanted to see you,” Jonathan spoke succinctly, his scowling mien returned. Rising to his feet he started to slowly pace the room. “Home at last, we have mutual business to attend to and we might as well get that business handled now, so there is no question in your mind.”
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