He raised his head and gave a crooked smile. “My God, you’ve got a talent!”
“Never mind. Just kiss me.”
He laughed and did as I ordered.
Privacy could be an illusion, so we had no choice but to hurry to completion.
And I was pleased to note that as it turned out, having a broken leg didn’t prove to be a problem at all.
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We continued our friendship until I was sent back to England to convalesce a short time later. He promised to write. I promised to write back. Both of us knew it was unlikely we would.
Once in England, I instructed my driver to take me to Greenbriers rather than going to Thorny Walk.
Father was in Town along with John, both of them aiding the war effort, and Thorny Walk House was in covers for the duration. I’d written to Lady Eugenia, and she’d graciously offered to have me stay at Fortescue Manor.
Three months later, not even a pronounced limp would keep me from the fighting, and I was back on the front lines.
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