A Baron in Her Bed
“So these prosperous men and women were his ancestors. He thought he recognized a feature or expression in some. His father had told him much of their history. He paused to sip the fine claret his butler had brought up from the cellars as he wandered the corridor to the west wing. Art that his father had listed were missing from the walls, Meissen and Sévres china gone from the cabinets. Valuable items meant to be handed down from generation to generation, gone. There was a story to be told here, and he wanted to learn it, but so far Eustace had managed to avoid his probing questions. He had complained of the ague and retired to his rooms. Something was wrong. Guy needed to delve deeper into the reasons behind the estate running at a loss. How was it possible for this to happen, with all the money his father had sent from France over the years?
Guy sensed his father’s presence more strongly here in England. He was saddened, not only because his relative had mismanaged the finances, des...pite the comfortable living the estate had afforded him, but also because his father had walked away from so much that had mattered to him.MoreLess
Guy sensed his father’s presence more strongly here in England. He was saddened, not only because his relative had mismanaged the finances, des...pite the comfortable living the estate had afforded him, but also because his father had walked away from so much that had mattered to him.MoreLess
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