Sara heard raised voices and her stomach churned with nerves. And then she remembered that newspaper article and the anger rose inside
her again. It was time to confront her father and she didn’t care if she
did it in public.
It had taken her a week to pluck up the courage to come here. If she went
away now, she’d never come back.
Ignoring Daisy’s feeble attempts to stop her, Sara walked across the
hall and walked straight into her father’s study without bothering to
knock.
Registering her father’s white face and blustering attitude, she
reflected idly that whoever he was talking to had the upper hand.
And then she turned and saw William standing by the fireplace. His dark
eyes bright with anger, every inch of his powerful frame simmering with
a volcanic fury that heated the ro
