Oh? This time Price was careful to sound interested, and nothing more. When she spoke, it was in that gentle, reasonable tone she always used. For a moment, Price almost believed that when she faced him again she would inform him that what she planned to do with herself was no concern of his.īut the moment passed. After all, she certainly couldn’t expect him to be pleased with what she’d just told him.įaith was still looking away, out the graceful Palladian window of the library, at the gray January sky and the dense tangle of greenery that clung to the hill on which Montgomery House towered. Regret at his own gruffness tugged at him-but not too hard. Her slender hands tightened in her lap and her wide brown eyes shifted away. Faith Jones, his housekeeper of over a decade, apparently thought so, too. "Just what do you plan to do with yourself, Faith?"īefore he finished the sentence, Price Montgomery knew he sounded harsh.
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