Chapter 12“I still can’t square it with my conscience, haring off to the countryside without a backward glance, leaving you with your nose to the grindstone,” Ben Harding said with a grimace as he and Jo convened in his rooms while Cribbins packed around them.
“That’s what you’re paying me for,” Jo retorted.
“Not me, the foundation,” Ben demurred. “And there’s still so much to organize, but Edward’s father requires him at home to assist in the practice.”
At Ben’s anxious scowl, Jo risked a jest.
“Don’t you trust me to set up the office without you peering over my shoulder and barking orders at me?”
Ben snorted, but then he smiled, saying, “I have every faith in you.”
With some intervention from Nathan, they had secured a few rooms in a building on Holborn, smart enough to receive any
