Chapter 14 The Husband in the Field

I crossed the grass slowly, one step at a time, because my legs had not agreed to the plan. The cold bit through my leggings. Jeffery watched me come. Behind me, I heard Ronan follow, unhurried, boots crunching on gravel.

Up close, Jeffery looked worse. A day’s stubble. Eyes red-rimmed. His knuck...

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