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Once again his gaze beca silence greeen theht tuers

“Yes, it is,” he said, stepping back, clearing the cabin’s doorway for her entrance

She pressed a hand to her stooas a simple blue calico with short sleeves and a square neckline It had seemed the most appropriate for the weather yesterday when she’d packed her bag, sitting in the back of the buon

When she lifted her gaze, the explanation died in her throat and her feet grew roots There was a tightness in his jaw, and she could feel his conte she wouldn’t stuer wearing the off-kilter boots, Millie dipped her head and moved forward

She’d barely stepped inside the cabin when a clanging noise echoed through the open courtyard

“It’s lunchtiry?”

Five days of beans—the thought was still horrifying—blasted into her mind like a storm Men could release the pressure beans produced, but women couldn’t, and most certainly never in on for fear she’d burst at tiain today was deplorable But so was the confrontation about to take place—it was right under the surface She could tell he was ready to claiain that she wasn’t Rosemary

He was probably going to say her sister would never have on trip—or half the train rides She’d have returned to Richht, of course But Millie hadn’t had the choice of not co

“As adown on one of her trunks

Once again the thought of Rose what their mother had done made Millie’s insides quiver The housekeeper, Lola, insisted she mustn’t blame herself Millie tried not to, but when you’re responsible, you carry bla—that Rosemary would do what Mother had done—and Millie had never told him how close Rosemary had come once She’d never told anyone Martin knew He’d been the one who saved Roseht she’d fallen into the river

The weight in Millie’s chest grew i would happen while Millie was gone, and if anyone could make Rosemary behave it was their loyal, watchful housekeeper Reave her fortitude If Lola could handle Rosemary, surely Millie could handle Seth After five years postponing the divorce, an additional three months couldn’t be that difficult

“Shall we go then?”