The Stranger I Married
Chapter One
Four years later
"His Lordship is at home, my lady."
For a great many women such a statement was a
common utterance and nothing of note, but for Isabel, Lady
Grayson, it was so rarely heard, she could not remember the
last time her butler had said the same to her.
She paused in the foyer, tugging off her gloves before
handing them to the waiting footman. She took her time
with the task, taking the extra brief moments to collect herself,
and ascertain that her racing heart was not outwardly
visible.
Grayson had returned.
Isabel could not help but wonder why. He'd rejected every
missive she sent to his steward, and had sent none to her.
Having read the dowager's letter, she knew what had broken
him that day he'd left both London and her. She could imagine
his pain, having seen his initial excitement and subsequent
pride at becoming a father. As his friend, she wished
Gray had allowed her to provide him more than just that one
hour of comfort, but he'd turned away from her, and years
had passed.
She smoothed her muslin skirts, and touched a ... read full excerpt from: The Stranger I Married ebook
