Chapter 23
After that moment in the dog kennel, seeing the pain and fear on her face, Marcus wanted nothing more than to show Bridgett kindness. When he’d kissed her forehead, he realized that he really did care what she thought of him. It was something he hadn’t considered until that moment. “Is there anything Bridgett wants or needs?” he asked Moira, having called her to his study. “Perhaps you should ask her yourself,” Moira replied, staring back at him. “Moira, please,” he said, exacerbated, “If you can think of something please tell me.” “Well,” Moira said, thinking. “The winter solstice is next week. Perhaps you could do something nice for that.” “What?” he pushed, completely at a loss. “I truly have no idea what to do.” “She is a very simple girl,” Moira said, thinking about some of the
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