Colt grunted in acknowledgement, then called towards the door, “Someone come in and clean this mess up.”
Sweeping the scattered fragments, the maid’s face flushed crimson. The lingering scent of intimacy hung heavy in the air, and the shards of glass on the floor silently testified to the previous night’s passion.
Colt, however, was preoccupied. He dressed quickly, ignoring Fiona’s earlier request. He simply had someone inform her that he was going out, then drove off alone.
Fiona stood by the window, watching Colt’s car leave the courtyard. She sighed softly. “Regina is truly suffering, married to my eccentric grandson.”
As Colt drove, Regina’s tear-streaked face flashed unbidden in his mind, along with the furious way she’d smashed the tonic his grandmother had given her. He couldn’t
