Ten days had passed since Owen had left Milly alone and gone to rescue Jack. He’d spent his time reading the responses that she’d sent him while Jack slept. Owen could scarcely believe that she’d actually written him back.
He leaned back against the bed in the hotel room while Jack packed his bag. Owen lifted the latest letter that had been received the night before. She had written him every single day, not even waiting for responses to his letters and he had done the same. He didn’t want to think about the fortune he’d spent in hiring messengers to drive to Wesden and back with his letters.
The last letter unfolded in his hands and he read the words again, unable to keep from smiling.
Owen,
Owen,I finally cleared away a great mess in the attics. I would love to tease you about having
