*Freya*
Within twenty minutes, I settle into my spacious room in the west wing, change into a fashionable midnight-blue riding habit, and hurry back to the front of the house, where Zac is already waiting for me. He is standing on the front steps, staring at some far off grassy hill when I arrive.
I silently study his finely chiseled profile, thinking that I have never seen him look as handsome as he does right at this moment in his expertly cut bottle-green jacket and buff-colored breeches. My emotions have been in a jumble since our passionate kiss a few nights ago, and the mere sight of him staring so resolutely into the distance sets them churning anew. I sigh softly, wondering if I will ever regain my internal balance around this complex man.
At the sound of my sigh, Zac turns abru
