Chapter Ten
Lucas ate his dinner without tasting it. The feeling that he was missing a limb, that part of him had been amputated, was back.
For the past sixteen months he’d carried that feeling with him—and for four days it had gone. Four days when his every thought and emotion had revolved around Tom: panic and shame, passion and guilt, and happiness. All wiped away, now that he was back at Whiteoaks.
He ate mechanically, smiled mechanically, spoke mechanically, aware of Robert watching him out of the corner of his eye and Almeria sending him worried glances.
Tom was worried, too. Lucas could see it on his face. There was no merriment in those green eyes tonight.
Lucas chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed, and finally dinner was over. Almeria and the girls withdrew. The brandy
