Chapter Twenty-three
I wanted to ask Reggie about that night, about Will and why he was there, about his motives and why he chose to remain on the sidelines. But I didn’t get the chance.
I could have sworn he’d planted Sophie to arouse my passion for him more, but he denied that. The woman appeared at the house, swooping down like a vulture ready to snap Reggie away from me. In the days after my exhilarating night, while I played Reggie’s perfect hostess, Sophie sat at his right arm at the table’s end and the two would tease and caress and nibble at each other until I was nearly nauseated. She was an old acquaintance and one that Reggie obviously enjoyed with great relish. They rode horses together after breakfast, and after lunch took long strolls through the garden arm in arm. I saw th
