CHAPTER EIGHTMichael and Win dined alone that evening. Both were feeling drained and tired. They spoke little over the food and then took their port into the library.
“Who would have believed it?” Win mused. “Mind you, even I have to admit that she is incredibly beautiful.”
“Incredibly,” Michael murmured.
“Such eyes!”
“Wonderful eyes,” Michael echoed.
“You could not be blamed if – mind you, it was a shock when I looked out of the window and saw you holding her.”
Michael tensed and looked at him sharply.
“You saw that?”
“I saw everything, old fellow. For a moment I thought you were a goner, but Miss Newton came to your rescue. Never known a woman with such presence of mind. Of course, Katherine helped, but it was Miss Newton who saved the day.”
Michael allowed himself to relax.
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