When Logan didn't appear at breakfast or morning tea, Haven wondered if he was going to avoid her until she found a way home. As the late morning ended, she came in from the garden through the doors into his study. She didn't know why she wanted to enter through there, but she knew she couldn't accept his rejection, not after everything they'd shared. He may have said no with his words, but his body thrusting into hers again and again said yes.
"Good afternoon, Haven." His deep voice sent a thrill through her. Even though she wanted to see him, she didn't expect him to be there.
She forced a smile. "Good afternoon, Your Grace." She'd chosen to use his title. He wanted to keep her at a distance? Then so be it. The trip home last night had been torture. She'd followed him from the clearin
