A Most Faithful Companion (Supposed Scandal #4)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Most mornings, Owen saddled his horse and took him on a bruising ride in the early hours, before the hot sun made it uncomfortable for him or his beast. But one week following the inventory of Primrose End, he was stopped on his way to the stables by the sight of Emma’s skirts swishing out of view around the bend in the narrow lane.

A basket had hung on her arm and a bonnet covered her dark blonde hair, but it was unmistakably her.

Owen knew the familiar, graceful gait with which she walked. He used to watch for it along the High Street or in the church aisle on Sundays. Now he recognized it the moment she silently swept into a room, but he forced himself not to care. He could identify her easily.