God, he was a fool. How did he let the Quess get him so angry? Oliver took a
deep, calming breath and then another as he watched the moonbeams dance around the rectory. When his soul seemed more at peace, he
hiked back toward the manor house, hoping Hazel would accept his
apology.
He ignored the reproachful look Price shot him as he strode through the front
door. The butler could go straight to the devil. Oliver didn't give one with
what the man thought about him. Of all the people currently inhabiting ford
Park, only Hazel mattered to him.
Oliver found her sleeping on their bed in a gossamer night rail, lying atop the
counterpane, her glorious hair draped over one shoulder. She looked like
an angel, so ethereal and heavenly. She must have waited hours for him to return.
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