Page 26 of The Winter Wife

“Two?”

The girl didn’t react. Good Lord, had that kiss silenced her

clever tongue? He hoped to coax her into using it again. Not for idle conversation.

He addressed Mrs. Bevan. “No, for one. Please show the lady to her room. Mr. Bevan can serve my meal.”

“Aye, maister.” The woman shuffled out and after a brief hesitation,

the girl collected her meager luggage and followed.

Jonas wished he could be there when Miss Forsythe discovered that in this ramshackle pile, her room also served as his.

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