Chapter 6
“I don’t know the last time I’ve had such a lovely day,” Jane told their unlikely dinner companion Conrad, the Earl of Evenston. She and Aaron had just returned from their walk when the earl happened into the pub and joined them. She wasn’t sure how to behave when dining with an English lord in a rustic pub, but his innate ease and graciousness made it easier to relax…eventually.
“I’m so glad,” the earl sipped his beer. “The walk to The Slaughters is one of my favorites. I make it often myself.”
The Slaughters had turned out to be two lovely little towns, Upper and Lower Slaughter. Lower Slaughter, straddling the River Eye (a grand word for a lazy stream less than twenty feet wide) had been especially captivating. She and Aaron had shared a late morning teatime in back of the
