A Woman Bewitched
As it happened, on the day of the village fête, Leslie alone accompanied his friend to the church as Caroline had begged off at the last moment, saying she “simply had to get away.” She’d asked Cyril to drive her into London. Leslie’s eyebrows went up when she mentioned Cyril’s name, but Caroline just laughed and told him he had a vivid imagination. “There is nothing going on in the least between me and that poor miserable creature.”
Leslie wasn’t in the least convinced.
He had told Caroline earlier about his visit with Evangeline and was now certain he had met Hollis Blake in the years before he fell in love with Edward. “I had lots of acquaintances back then. He wasn’t one of those, but—”
“You’d had anonymous encounters,” she supplied.
“Yes, I suppose that’s one
